#buckyshots

taglist: @buckyboudoir

it’s friday night.

your shift ends in an hour and then it’ll be the weekend. that’s what you keep telling yourself.

honestly it’s a crime that your university allows the library to be open this late, but to students like bucky barnes, it’s a blessing.

james “bucky” barnes a.k.a boy genius, a.k.a valedictorian of his high school, a.k.a one of the very few full-ride scholarship student at your university. if you didn’t know his name, you certainly knew of him.

bucky barnes can be seen doing two things: hauling ass around campus with a stack of textbooks and papers as if his backpack doesn’t exist or holed up in the back corner of the library for hours on end.

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you’ve already done all your closing tasks, now you were stuck waiting at your desk for that bucky kid to finish up studying so you could lock up for the night. you’ve tried doing everything to make time pass by faster, doomscrolling on your phone, reading a book, and even reorganizing your desk, nothing worked.

you huffed as you spun in your chair. the fluorescent lights felt like they were burning holes into your brain, rubbing your eyes, you strode towards the light switch to flick them off. the only light left illuminating the library was the moonlight and the warm glow of a lamp from the back corner of the library.

it’s astonishing how much time bucky barnes spends in the library. every day that you’ve been working there, he’s there. if there was a scoreboard of students for time spent in the library, you’d bet on your life that bucky would be number one. even your senior coworker, in all her years of working there, has never seen anyone spend as much time at the library than he does.

bored out of your mind with plenty of time to spare, you decide to go check up on bucky. he’s been studying for god knows how long and could probably use a break. you stalk up slowly, stopping a little ways away behind a bookshelf. peering through a gap between the books, the back of his head came into view. leaning against his mechanical fist, bucky scribbles into his notebook. head turning ever so slightly to read from his textbook and highlighting important text. 

your eyes drift to the table. it’s a complete, utter mess– like an office supply store blew up. there’s all sorts of papers, packets, folders, notebooks, and stationery scattered across the table. along with a stack of textbooks borrowed from the library haphazardly stacked on top of each other.

a tired sigh leaves bucky’s lips as he sets down his pencil to rub his temples. poor thing must be so exhausted.

you padded towards him, clearing your throat so as not to startle him, “hey, you alright?”

he whips his head towards you, “sorry! i-i’m almost finished and then i’ll be out,” flashing you a weak smile.

you giggle and pull out the chair next to him, “don’t worry, im not trying to kick you out. james right?”

he ducks his head and scratches his neck— trying to hide the blush creeping up on him, “you’re not wrong but please, call me bucky… james feels too formal.”

“alright then bucky,” you smile and reach out to brush his arm, “you still got a good 30-ish…? minutes left before closing— i’m not rushing you, just wanted to check in if you’re okay, you look a little stressed?”

he jumps at the contact, “o-oh! um… yeah, my bio professor is a major ass and assigned us a quiz first thing monday morning and i really don’t want to spend the weekend studying, plus my roommate is having his girlfriend over and i do not want to be in the same room as them-“ his eyes widen, “oh my god i’m rambling- i’m sorry-”

“no no! don’t be sorry,” you pause, hand gliding down to his wrist, rubbing small circles into the skin with your thumb, “i think… you should take a break, studying for however long can’t be good for you.” you feel his pulse jump ever so slightly under the pad of your thumb

he laughs nervously, “nah, m’almost finished and then i’ll be up and out of here in no time.”

“bucky… you’ll burn out,” you press further, leaning closer to him, “a small break at least… for me?”

his adam’s apple bobs as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, “i-i don’t know… i gotta get this done, it’s the last chapter review i swear— won’t take long.” a small part of you feels betrayed, the acid in your stomach bubbling with worry. growing from a low simmer to a boil.

“how ‘bout this,” you suggest, “since you’re sooo adamant on studying, why don’t you finish what’s left while i help you… relax?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“i bet you’re a great multitasker too,” you whisper.

“i…” he trails off, “i uh, don’t get it…?” huffing out a laugh. you just grin at him, “just focus on your work okay? i’m not even here.”

you circle behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders– they tense under your touch. you drag your thumbs down his traps, kneading out the knots. bucky slowly melts into your touch, visibly unwinding and head drifting off to the side.

“got a lot of knots back here, bucky.” you tease.

he tenses up again, awoken from his daze, “huh- oh, yeah! yeah… my bag is pretty heavy… always makin m’shoulders stiff.” slowly easing into your touch again.

one of your hands works up to his neck, massaging long strokes into the stiff muscles with your thumb. a pleased groan grumbles from bucky’s throat, “m’feels real good…”

you let out a pleased hum in response and scratch his scalp. “so, what are you being quizzed on?” you question.

“microbiology— gotta memorize the names of all of these different types of cells,” he points to a page long list in his notebook, “and their functions, structures, and whatnot— boring stuff really. i mean it’s important to understand how living things function-” he cuts himself off.

“god i’m runnin’ my mouth again, aren’t i?” he asks, craning his head enough to make eye contact.

his embarrassment makes you smile, “a little, but i don’t mind… it’s cute.” you cup his face and stroke his cheekbone with your thumb.

his eyes widen, a bright red blush coats his cheeks and he quickly whips his head back to his textbook.

you watch as he struggles to concentrate, the physical contact has him shifting in his seat. you bend forward, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, testing the waters with a small peck to the skin and trailing up the side of his neck.

bucky freezes, feeling the sensation shoot right down to his cock. his hands fidget with the edge of his page until the tips of his fingers turn white. his mind is a mess, fighting between whether he should focus on his work or on you.

at the base of his neck, you inhale his scent. a wave of pleasure rushes through you, rushing straight to your groin. his musk overtakes your senses, making you dizzy. “focus bucky,” you mumble against his skin, “you can do that for me right?”

bucky’s eyes snap open, “y-yeah! yeah i can do that… yeah.”

“good boy,” you purr, pushing the collar of his shirt aside to expose more of his skin, placing wet kisses along the way, “gonna be a good boy for me buck?”

your other hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly. you suck on the skin above his collarbone, nipping lightly, leaving your mark. a breathy whimper leaves his lips, “fuck… fuck, call me that again.”

you smirk against his skin, “yeah? you like being called a good boy bucky?” you pull back and admire the love bites that litter his skin. pink and purples contrasting against his milky white skin. bucky turns to you, eyes glossed over and half-lidded. nothing but pure, unfiltered desire coursing through his veins. all he can do is nod.

his studying is long forgotten, all of his focus directed toward you. his eyes flicker down to your lips, “c-can i kiss you?”

you gush with arousal, smiling at his gentle nature. “of course, my sweet boy.” you whisper.

you spin his chair around to face you, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you wiggle your hips against his throbbing erection as he slams his lips against yours. his kiss is sloppy and rushed, teeth clashing, you both moan into each other’s mouths. you cup his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone while the other hand slowly descends from his chest to his belt. you pull back a little just to look him in the eyes, “i can make you feel so good baby, can i make you feel good pretty boy?”

tears brim his waterline, “please… n-need it so bad.”

you cock your head at him, “need what baby? i know you’re smart, use your words.”

he draws a breath, eyes closed, plush lips parted. an impatient moan escapes his lips, “please... please, touch me… n-need you t'touch me.” his hands move to your hips, fingers curling into your pants.

you hum in response, satisfied by his begging. your hand slides down the side of his face, the pad of your thumb reaching down to press on his bottom lip as your other hand palms his cock through his jeans. 

“suck.” you demand.

there's no hesitation with him. his lips part, granting access to your thumb. you push in and out of his mouth, savoring every detail. the inside of his mouth is so delectably warm and wet. you cant help yourself, seeing him so compliant in your hands ignites something feral deep within you. you apply more pressure to his cock and shove your thumb deeper. he gags at first but then groans, bucking his hips up into your hand.

“shhh baby, we’re in a library, gotta be quiet,” you tease. you loosen his belt just enough to unzip his pants and snake your hand underneath, over his boxers. your heart skips a beat, he’s soaking wet.

“oh fuck,” he pants as he ruts into your hand, “i- feels s’fuckin good… god.” he holds onto you tightly, humping your hand uncontrollably— a pathetic, babbling mess.

“feels so good- fuckin love it so much,” he mewls as tears dribble down his cheeks, “i’m so needy for you… only you.”

he leans back, brows furrowed and precious pink lips form a perfect ‘o’ shape. you tug at his hair, bringing his cheek to your tongue, lapping up his tears.

pressing a trail of kisses from his cheekbone to his ear, “that’s what i like to hear… just relax baby, feel everything that i give you. all of it.”

you stroke up his shaft slowly, thumbing at his sopping wet tip every so often. your head rests on his shoulder, taking in every detail of his bodily responses; the way his hips roll, the way his chest heaves up and down, and the way he always needs to grip onto something to ground himself.

he can’t even speak anymore, just a cacophony of moans and mewls coming out of him. his eyes screw shut, sharply inhaling then exhaling.

“i-i'm close…” he manages to cough out.

you whisper into his ear, “gonna cum without me actually touching your cock baby boy?” you pick up the pace, long strokes up and down his shaft.

so high on your touch, all he can do is groan in response, pushing his hips harder into your palm. you lick the shell of his ear and bite down on the lobe, “that’s ittt,” you drag, “be my good boy and cum for me.”

he chokes on a sob as he reaches his breaking point, all of the pleasure finally breaking like a dam. he jolts to hold you tightly as he cums, fingers death-gripping into your skin. a chant of ‘yes, yes, yes’s’ fill the quiet library as every part of him trembles from his orgasm.

“that’s it baby boy, give it to me.” you coo.

you capture his lips in a kiss to stifle the affirmations that leave his lips. hot, wet spurts of cum saturating the fabric of his boxers. you slow down, deliberately letting off the pressure as he rides out his ejaculation.

his head rests on your shoulder as you take hold of him— tracing soothing circles on his back as he settles down. he’s so out of breath, heavy breaths leaving his lips as if he ran a marathon. you both sit in silence as you wait for his breath to even out, dotting his hairline with small kisses.

“did such a good job baby, you feel better?” you mumble, bringing a hand up to his face to brush away his tears.

his eyes are half-open, trapped in a state of bliss, face and neck flushed red. a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “i-i’ve never done anything like that with anyone before,” he confesses, “but to answer your question, yeah… feel s’much better.” still out of breath.