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can you guys believe that the b in lgbt stands for best friends since childhood, bucky barnes and steven rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Saw someone say they think the person in the foreground of this shot is Steve and if it is it makes the poses and expressions on Sam + Bucky's faces so much funnier.
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Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
warnings/tags. oral (m receiving), consensual somnophilia, smut, no use of y/n, 18+ themes ahead !!
Rylands eyes blink open as the warm morning sun hits his face. A smile tugs on his face as he swings his arm over to wrap around you but— you’re not there. Your side is empty. He furrows his brows, eyes darting around the room for any sight of you. But, you weren’t anywhere to be found.
Just as Ryland sits up to call out for your name he feels a familiar heat surge through his body. He suddenly felt really hot— as if there was no cool air to spare. He found himself digging his short nails into his mattress, while spotting a movement underneath the duvet that was covering the bottom of his body.
Ryland reached one of his hands out and peeled the duvet off, only to find you between his legs; your pretty lips wrapped around his dick and your hands pressed against his thighs.
Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him to meet his gaze. Your eyes were watery and your jaw was slack. Ryland absentmindedly bucks his hips up, causing the tip of his dick to hit the back of your throat, a muffled gag erupts from you, making his dick twitch inside of your warm mouth.
“Fu- I’m sorry, baby.” Ryland moans as his hand find his ways to your head; fingers tangling into your hair for support. You hum in response which sends vibrations straight to his dick. His head falls back, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling the way your tongue circles around his cock and teases his sensitive tip.
He doesn’t even know how long you’d been under the blanket, sucking him off like your life depended on it. But, his thighs were wet— smeared with your drool that was dripping out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine what it’d look like to have his cum and saliva dripping out of your mouth and onto him.
His head falls forward, straining back a moan. “off- off baby.” You pout but comply with the request. You slip his cock out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. “…Did I do something wrong?”
Your voice was raspy and quiet. Ryland quickly shakes his head with wide eyes, “Jesus Christ- no. I just wanna be able to see you better, baby.” He reaches over to the nightstand with a soft grunt and grabs his glasses, unfolding them and sitting them on the bridge of his nose.
With a soft sigh, he gives you a nod to continue. Your lip twitches into a smile as you take ryland back into your mouth— deeper this time. Your cheeks become hallow as you do your best to make him cum in your mouth.
But, just by the sight of you; ryland already feels his balls tighten. Your messy hair, the bubbles of spit forming around your mouth. And god- the thought of you soaking wet in your panties did it for him. His body becomes limp, he falls back onto the bed and his head hits the soft pillow with a strangled moan escaping from him.
You feel his warm seed spill into your mouth, which urges you to take his cock even further down your throat causing you to gag around him once again— you squeeze your eyes shut and pulls off of his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum.
You gasp for air as you look up at ryland who was doing the exact same thing. You lick the corners of your mouth, moaning quietly at the bitter taste. You hum in pride and crawl next to ryland, snuggling against his sweaty body.
“Did- did I cum in your mouth?” He whispers, ashamed of himself. You hum with a soft ‘yes’. He whines in embarrassment and mumbles a soft ‘sorry’, before asking: “did you spit it out?”
You shake your head as you lick your lips, “well- what’d you do with it…?” Ryland asks, looking over at you. You leaned over, fixing his askew glasses, “I swallowed it.” You admitted shyly, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
A smirk creeps up onto Ryland’s face as he reaches his hand out and pets your head, stroking his fingers through your hair. “You’re unbelievable.”
I wrote this half asleep but I felt I needed to post something and it needed to be about my current obsession with Ryland grace… i love that nerd so much <3 FYI. I have no idea have sperm taste… I’m just guessing guys…
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Can you imagine being stuck in space completely alone with only the corpses of your friends for company, and the first living thing you meet after 46 years of that misery is a fucking weird alien creature who just rolls up with crazy advanced tech and goes "hi let's work together" and makes it possible for you to save your world through the power of friendship and molecular biology. AND THEN you find out that in this creature's language, its name means "mercy". Happened to my good friend Rocky btw
Themes: smut (duh), toxic!reader, breeding kink (if you squint)
He came home with his mind made up. Tonight, he would bring up the topic of breaking up. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? He was done being treated like a toy for your enjoyment. He needed to man up and give it to you straight. No more beating around the bush like he'd been doing for the past few weeks.
But then... he walked into your shared home and found you lounging in the couch in one of those tiny little nightgowns. And he felt his trousers getting tighter already.
"Baby," You rushed to come hug him. Your warm body pressing into his so deliciously his knees felt weak. "You're home." You buried your face into his chest.
Stay strong. Stay strong. He reminded himself. Even though all he wanted to do was– no. No. No. No.
"I– we need to talk." He decided to just do it. "I think– I think we should break up. This– us, it's too much. It's messing with my head. I can't focus on anything. Work, classes, research, NASA, none of it. Okay?" He looked unsure of his own words. "You can't keep being so– so lewd. The pics you sent me while I was at the lab today? I mean– what are you doing? Stop that." He pushed your hand away as you toyed with his collar, loosening his tie for him. "See what I mean? All you think about is sex."
Silence.
"Oh." Your hand were already drifting downwards, touching his body. "Wow. I was not expecting that." You sounded almost sassy as you said it, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper already. "I didn't think my nudes would bother my boyfriend so much."
"Wait! Wait, we– we should probably talk...." Ryland couldn't even finish his sentence. Not when you'd pushed him down onto the couch, already reaching into his underwear and touching him. And fuck it felt good to be touched like that after a long day at work. "Baby..." he groaned. "Please."
"Oh so now i'm your baby?"
"You- you can't just grab me like that everytime I try to talk to you about– oh my god." Ryland groaned, throwing his head back and giving up the moment you spat into your hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving your fist up and down just the way you knew he liked it.
"Talk to me about what?" You asked, feigning innocence as you watched his body melt and go limp on the couch, his cock in your hand hot and throbbing. "You want to leave me, is that it?" Your hand slowed down for just a moment.
And he was a whimpering mess already. "N-no." He mumbled. "Please. Don't stop."
You smirked, moving your hand again at that agonizingly slow pace. "What is it? Huh? What did I do? Am I not enough for you?" You asked as you straddled his lap, grinding shamelessly onto his thigh. "You don't like me anymore, Ry?" You pouted at him.
He struggled to keep his eyes focused on you as they kept rolling back the faster your hand moved, stroking his cock so perfect he couldn't help his whimpers anymore. He didn't care that he sounded pathetic.
"I-It's not that, I– fuck! I think...." He gasped for air, his hips moving up, thrusting his cock into your fist. "I just think that we– that we should–,"
"Aww, baby. Who said you needed to think? Hmm?" You leaned over until your lips brushed against his as you spoke. "But since you have been thinking, why don't you tell me all about it while I help you relax? Huh? How does that sound?"
That's how Ryland found himself, much like how he suspected, naked and manspreading on the couch with his wrists tied together at his lower back with the same tie he'd worn all day at work. And with you riding him like he was just another toy.
Ryland moaned, and whimpered, and begged, and pleaded for mercy but you just ignored it all. You took what you needed from him.
"Oh– fuck, fuck, fuck," He cursed, watching you as you bounced on his lap. His tied up hands itching to touch your glistening body. Fuck. How long had it been?
You kept a hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just a little as you spoke, "Tell me, Ry." Your tone as sweet as it was that first day he met and fell for you. "What did you think about? Why do you want us to break up?"
Ryland's moans were raspy as he tried to speak, "You– I mean, we are so different. I–I mean we want different things. It wasn't always like this." He let out a loud whimper when you slowed down purposely, letting his cock slide all the way out to the tip before sliding him back into you. "You w-weren't always like this."
"Like what?"
He struggled to answer. "So... demanding. And– oh fuck! You're so– oh my god. You just want to fuck a-all the time and–" he couldn't finish that sentence. He ended up moaning instead.
You scoffed, "Look at you, Ry. You can barely talk because you're moaning so pathetically while you tell me how much you hate this." You grabbed his face, forcing him to look into your eyes through his foggy glasses. "Do you hate this? Hmm? Is this so bad that you want to leave?"
Ryland was a complete mess within the next mere minutes. He was breathing hard and fast, his cheeks were all red, his glasses almost falling off his face as he begged you to make him come.
"Please, please, please– no, please. Please make me come. I–I'll do anything for you. Please."
The smirk on your face grew even wider as you looked at your poor baby. All sweaty and wanting. "But I thought you wanted to leave me?"
"Fuck." He let out a frustrated little growl. "I won't. I won't." He repeated, whining. "Please, just–,"
Even his growl was adorable. Just to mess with him you lifted off his lap for a moment, letting his cock slide out of you completely. Ryland began complaining immediately.
"Please, no. No, no, I'll be good. I'll be so good to you, baby. Please, please, please put me back in. Don't– don't tease me." He whimpered, moving his hips up, desperate for friction. He even tried to kiss you, his wet pink lips just as hungry for attention from you.
You giggled as you dodged his kisses, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. "Relax, Ry. I'll just go get a condom."
"Don't." He argued. "Just let me fill you up, please. Please, I need this. I need you."
You smirked again. "But, Ry..."
"Please let me come inside you. I need it, baby, please. Please. You feel so perfect. You are so perfect." He blabbered on as you watched him with triumphant eyes. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't leave. I'll never leave you. I'm yours. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll never complain. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want. I'll fuck you whenever you want me to. Fuck, I'll do anything for you, you know that. Just– please. Please let me– oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
He cried out when you sank down on him again, not stopping till he came this time.
And Ryland knew, deep down, he was never gonna leave. How could he?
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Themes: smut (duh), toxic!reader, breeding kink (if you squint)
He came home with his mind made up. Tonight, he would bring up the topic of breaking up. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? He was done being treated like a toy for your enjoyment. He needed to man up and give it to you straight. No more beating around the bush like he'd been doing for the past few weeks.
But then... he walked into your shared home and found you lounging in the couch in one of those tiny little nightgowns. And he felt his trousers getting tighter already.
"Baby," You rushed to come hug him. Your warm body pressing into his so deliciously his knees felt weak. "You're home." You buried your face into his chest.
Stay strong. Stay strong. He reminded himself. Even though all he wanted to do was– no. No. No. No.
"I– we need to talk." He decided to just do it. "I think– I think we should break up. This– us, it's too much. It's messing with my head. I can't focus on anything. Work, classes, research, NASA, none of it. Okay?" He looked unsure of his own words. "You can't keep being so– so lewd. The pics you sent me while I was at the lab today? I mean– what are you doing? Stop that." He pushed your hand away as you toyed with his collar, loosening his tie for him. "See what I mean? All you think about is sex."
Silence.
"Oh." Your hand were already drifting downwards, touching his body. "Wow. I was not expecting that." You sounded almost sassy as you said it, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper already. "I didn't think my nudes would bother my boyfriend so much."
"Wait! Wait, we– we should probably talk...." Ryland couldn't even finish his sentence. Not when you'd pushed him down onto the couch, already reaching into his underwear and touching him. And fuck it felt good to be touched like that after a long day at work. "Baby..." he groaned. "Please."
"Oh so now i'm your baby?"
"You- you can't just grab me like that everytime I try to talk to you about– oh my god." Ryland groaned, throwing his head back and giving up the moment you spat into your hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving your fist up and down just the way you knew he liked it.
"Talk to me about what?" You asked, feigning innocence as you watched his body melt and go limp on the couch, his cock in your hand hot and throbbing. "You want to leave me, is that it?" Your hand slowed down for just a moment.
And he was a whimpering mess already. "N-no." He mumbled. "Please. Don't stop."
You smirked, moving your hand again at that agonizingly slow pace. "What is it? Huh? What did I do? Am I not enough for you?" You asked as you straddled his lap, grinding shamelessly onto his thigh. "You don't like me anymore, Ry?" You pouted at him.
He struggled to keep his eyes focused on you as they kept rolling back the faster your hand moved, stroking his cock so perfect he couldn't help his whimpers anymore. He didn't care that he sounded pathetic.
"I-It's not that, I– fuck! I think...." He gasped for air, his hips moving up, thrusting his cock into your fist. "I just think that we– that we should–,"
"Aww, baby. Who said you needed to think? Hmm?" You leaned over until your lips brushed against his as you spoke. "But since you have been thinking, why don't you tell me all about it while I help you relax? Huh? How does that sound?"
That's how Ryland found himself, much like how he suspected, naked and manspreading on the couch with his wrists tied together at his lower back with the same tie he'd worn all day at work. And with you riding him like he was just another toy.
Ryland moaned, and whimpered, and begged, and pleaded for mercy but you just ignored it all. You took what you needed from him.
"Oh– fuck, fuck, fuck," He cursed, watching you as you bounced on his lap. His tied up hands itching to touch your glistening body. Fuck. How long had it been?
You kept a hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just a little as you spoke, "Tell me, Ry." Your tone as sweet as it was that first day he met and fell for you. "What did you think about? Why do you want us to break up?"
Ryland's moans were raspy as he tried to speak, "You– I mean, we are so different. I–I mean we want different things. It wasn't always like this." He let out a loud whimper when you slowed down purposely, letting his cock slide all the way out to the tip before sliding him back into you. "You w-weren't always like this."
"Like what?"
He struggled to answer. "So... demanding. And– oh fuck! You're so– oh my god. You just want to fuck a-all the time and–" he couldn't finish that sentence. He ended up moaning instead.
You scoffed, "Look at you, Ry. You can barely talk because you're moaning so pathetically while you tell me how much you hate this." You grabbed his face, forcing him to look into your eyes through his foggy glasses. "Do you hate this? Hmm? Is this so bad that you want to leave?"
Ryland was a complete mess within the next mere minutes. He was breathing hard and fast, his cheeks were all red, his glasses almost falling off his face as he begged you to make him come.
"Please, please, please– no, please. Please make me come. I–I'll do anything for you. Please."
The smirk on your face grew even wider as you looked at your poor baby. All sweaty and wanting. "But I thought you wanted to leave me?"
"Fuck." He let out a frustrated little growl. "I won't. I won't." He repeated, whining. "Please, just–,"
Even his growl was adorable. Just to mess with him you lifted off his lap for a moment, letting his cock slide out of you completely. Ryland began complaining immediately.
"Please, no. No, no, I'll be good. I'll be so good to you, baby. Please, please, please put me back in. Don't– don't tease me." He whimpered, moving his hips up, desperate for friction. He even tried to kiss you, his wet pink lips just as hungry for attention from you.
You giggled as you dodged his kisses, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. "Relax, Ry. I'll just go get a condom."
"Don't." He argued. "Just let me fill you up, please. Please, I need this. I need you."
You smirked again. "But, Ry..."
"Please let me come inside you. I need it, baby, please. Please. You feel so perfect. You are so perfect." He blabbered on as you watched him with triumphant eyes. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't leave. I'll never leave you. I'm yours. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll never complain. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want. I'll fuck you whenever you want me to. Fuck, I'll do anything for you, you know that. Just– please. Please let me– oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
He cried out when you sank down on him again, not stopping till he came this time.
And Ryland knew, deep down, he was never gonna leave. How could he?
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I've been thinking about Dr. Ryland Grace at a fancy sex club.
Normally he's a gentleman. He's well-mannered, he's soft-spoken, a total gentleman towards all women.
But at this club, he simply cannot help but be a simping pervert every time he interacts with his favourite girl...
"Dr. Grace. Back again?" You lean closer, placing your hands on his shoulder and chest. You liked feeling how his breathing deepened. How he chuckled nervously each time you pressed your body to his. "You missed me?"
He sure did. And you sure caught the way his hand lingered a little too much on your exposed waist, shifting downward by the second, trying to touch your ass. Always trying to grab, and look guilty while doing it. But he grabs, doesn't he?
Your waist, your thigh, your tits... he caresses wherever he can touch you. He pulls you close anytime he wants, but he always has that look on his face. The lost puppy dog eyes. Like he's not sure how to do this, how to move forward, he's just so lost fuck he needs you to show him how.
He can't keep his hands off you, can he? He always wants to be touching you. Likes it when you touch him. His hands shake sometimes when you get bold with other club members around and palm him through his jeans.
His stifled sighs, his muffled moans...
"All that for me, Dr. Grace?" You tease, fully grabbing his hard on and he almost spills his drink all over both of you. His cheeks getting rosy, as he avoids eye contact because honestly he cannot look away from his lap. Your hand just grabbing his cock like that?
Dr. Ryland Grace whose brain short-circuits everytime you touch his bare skin so he just mumbles nonsense most of the time while your fingers linger on his chest.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers into your ear.
"Can I touch you here?" With his fingertips just hovering over your exposed inner thigh.
"Kiss me, please." He begs, as you wrap your hand around his leaking cock.
His eyes, shamelessly, remain fixed on your cleavage at any given time. Even when you talk to him. He's not listening. He's never listening. How can he? He's busy dreaming of things he'd be too shy to do to you in real life. He's not that bold.
Dr. Ryland Grace who is too far gone to worry about how pathetic he sounds, with his loud moans and gasps, his pink lips parted, as his eyes roll back when you take him into your mouth.
He's so touch-starved he nearly comes the very moment you lick him. He grips the satin sheets, bites his lower lip, think about his research, his lab, fuck anything, anything that might make him hold back from coming too soon.
But he can't hold back, can he? Your mouth is warm, your tongue is teasing him in ways he didn't know was possible...
Dr. Ryland Grace who's a whimpering mess when you ride him, in one of the many private rooms at this fancy club.
"Fuckkk... please, please, please-" His own moans cut him off as he comes without any warning, his glasses almost falling off his face as he gasps for air, coming all over your thighs and his stomach just making a mess.
Dr. Ryland Grace who begs to eat your pussy almost every time you two get together.
"Please. I need to taste you. Please."
And his whimpers, and moans, and nonsense mumblings would be incessant while he eats you out.
"You taste so good. So. Fucking. Good."
His hips moving instinctively, humping the bed while he eats you out.
"Oh fuck, gonna come." His muffled whimpers is the only warning you get. He zones out while eating pussy, definitely. Aiming to make you moan louder and louder, as each moan or each time you tug on his hair makes him dry hump the bed faster, and faster, and poor thing comes in his pants just by how good it felt to taste you.
Dr. Ryland Grace who keeps his glasses on while he has you sit on his face. His hair is a mess. Your thighs caging his head. His arms wrapped around your thighs. His glasses fogging up and getting covered in fluids but he just can't stop, can he? He probably came in his pants the moment you sat in his face, but this is heaven to him. And he can't stop, he wants more, and more, and more...
Going crazy for this man- it’s like his dirty secret he hates but he can’t stop. His well composed self in his glasses, and his books and his shirts and tied, and then when things get too stressful he comes to see you. Damn. Good stuff.
I've been thinking about Dr. Ryland Grace at a fancy sex club.
Normally he's a gentleman. He's well-mannered, he's soft-spoken, a total gentleman towards all women.
But at this club, he simply cannot help but be a simping pervert every time he interacts with his favourite girl...
"Dr. Grace. Back again?" You lean closer, placing your hands on his shoulder and chest. You liked feeling how his breathing deepened. How he chuckled nervously each time you pressed your body to his. "You missed me?"
He sure did. And you sure caught the way his hand lingered a little too much on your exposed waist, shifting downward by the second, trying to touch your ass. Always trying to grab, and look guilty while doing it. But he grabs, doesn't he?
Your waist, your thigh, your tits... he caresses wherever he can touch you. He pulls you close anytime he wants, but he always has that look on his face. The lost puppy dog eyes. Like he's not sure how to do this, how to move forward, he's just so lost fuck he needs you to show him how.
He can't keep his hands off you, can he? He always wants to be touching you. Likes it when you touch him. His hands shake sometimes when you get bold with other club members around and palm him through his jeans.
His stifled sighs, his muffled moans...
"All that for me, Dr. Grace?" You tease, fully grabbing his hard on and he almost spills his drink all over both of you. His cheeks getting rosy, as he avoids eye contact because honestly he cannot look away from his lap. Your hand just grabbing his cock like that?
Dr. Ryland Grace whose brain short-circuits everytime you touch his bare skin so he just mumbles nonsense most of the time while your fingers linger on his chest.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers into your ear.
"Can I touch you here?" With his fingertips just hovering over your exposed inner thigh.
"Kiss me, please." He begs, as you wrap your hand around his leaking cock.
His eyes, shamelessly, remain fixed on your cleavage at any given time. Even when you talk to him. He's not listening. He's never listening. How can he? He's busy dreaming of things he'd be too shy to do to you in real life. He's not that bold.
Dr. Ryland Grace who is too far gone to worry about how pathetic he sounds, with his loud moans and gasps, his pink lips parted, as his eyes roll back when you take him into your mouth.
He's so touch-starved he nearly comes the very moment you lick him. He grips the satin sheets, bites his lower lip, think about his research, his lab, fuck anything, anything that might make him hold back from coming too soon.
But he can't hold back, can he? Your mouth is warm, your tongue is teasing him in ways he didn't know was possible...
Dr. Ryland Grace who's a whimpering mess when you ride him, in one of the many private rooms at this fancy club.
"Fuckkk... please, please, please-" His own moans cut him off as he comes without any warning, his glasses almost falling off his face as he gasps for air, coming all over your thighs and his stomach just making a mess.
Dr. Ryland Grace who begs to eat your pussy almost every time you two get together.
"Please. I need to taste you. Please."
And his whimpers, and moans, and nonsense mumblings would be incessant while he eats you out.
"You taste so good. So. Fucking. Good."
His hips moving instinctively, humping the bed while he eats you out.
"Oh fuck, gonna come." His muffled whimpers is the only warning you get. He zones out while eating pussy, definitely. Aiming to make you moan louder and louder, as each moan or each time you tug on his hair makes him dry hump the bed faster, and faster, and poor thing comes in his pants just by how good it felt to taste you.
Dr. Ryland Grace who keeps his glasses on while he has you sit on his face. His hair is a mess. Your thighs caging his head. His arms wrapped around your thighs. His glasses fogging up and getting covered in fluids but he just can't stop, can he? He probably came in his pants the moment you sat in his face, but this is heaven to him. And he can't stop, he wants more, and more, and more...
