#ceo bucky

You dab the pink lip gloss on your lips that you know is his favourite. He'll lick it right off of you after all.

Perfect.

Checking yourself in the car mirror one last time, you make your way upstairs to your husband's office.

Your stilletos click against the expensive hardwood floor as you greet the receptionist and his assistant before strutting towards his cabin.

You don't ask if he's in a meeting or if he's busy. He might be the boss here, but you have an authority on him at all times, that you don't need any permission to walk into his office and interrupt whatever important work he's in midst of doing.

You don't knock on the door, clicking it open with a flick of your wrist and entering the room with a charming smile on your face.

He doesn't look up “jenna I would like another black coffee, please. I really need to get this client's paperwork done by today”

“You don't need any more coffee sir” you coax your voice into a sweeter tone, imitating jenna, his assistant “What you need is a good fuck”

His eyes perk up at that. Finding you where he expected jenna to be and the tension in his body loosens ever so slightly.

You walk towards the desk with more of a sway in your hips than normal and his gaze drops immediately. He shifts in his seat, just as you make your way around his desk and settle down on his lap like its your assigned seat.

He doesn't startle, or stop you. Instead his hands find your waist on their own. Fingers curling around the silky fabric of your dress “Wasn't expecting you today”

“I wanted to surprise you” your hands smooth their way up his shirt until they rest just below the knot of his tie.

He gulps “Well I'm surprised”

You grin, eyes finding his and coaxing the truth out of him as you say “So…what's got you all hot and bothered today sir”

He sighs, exhausted “I have to get this paperwork done by tomorrow and there's these reconciliation statements that need to be reviewed before Monday and a creditor’s payment is due so I'll have to—fuck”

A curse slips out of him as you grind down on the growing bulge in his pants.

“Honey I don't think this is the right time” he mutters, eyes pinching closed as he tries to keep his composure

“You need a break Mr. Barnes” your voice is sweet poison. Luring him in without knowing what's waiting for him.

“Yeah no shit” he attempts to joke but you cut him off “I mean it” the gravity of your voice tells him he's not getting out of this unscathed.

“Honey I don't think—”

“Shhh you don't have to think. You just have to be. Let me do the work bucky. You just relax.” You rock forward before drawing your hips back again, rutting onto his cock in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Baby—ah fuck that's…” words are lost to him. He doesn't know how to describe this feeling. You sitting on him with that fucking gorgeous dress that he loves and looking down at him with wicked glint in your eyes

“Yeah?” You draw him out of his thoughts “Feel good bucky?”

“Yes, fuck—so good” he leans forward slightly and you envelope his mouth in a kiss that is meant to overwhelm. You let him fall into you. All his senses answering to you as you find his eyes looking into yours, mouth moaning your name, ears tinged red from your teasing voice, the sweet scent of your perfume filling his cabin as his hands try desperately to feel your skin on them.

One of your hands leaves its resting place in his hair and finds his metal palm trying to sneak under your dress before grasping it your hand and bringing it back up.

“Did I say you could do that?” You raise an eyebrow.

He shakes his head, obedient, it makes you smile “Then be a good boy and do as I say, okay” you peck his lips before moving from his lap and sinking onto your knees in front of him.

His palm comes to rest on your head, fingers curling around the hair as he brushes it away from your face.

You work at his fly with nimble fingers, tugging the zipper down and freeing his cock from the entrapment of his boxers.

It greets you just the way you knew it would. Hard and flushed pink all over, the tip of him glistening and tinged a shade of pink darker as it remains neglected.

You press a kiss on his shaft, and his hand tightens in your hair making you grin against him “So greedy, James. Thought you didn't want this?”

“I always want this” his voice is breathy, cracking at the edges.

“Yeah? You'll be a good boy for me won't you, then? Let me play with it nice and proper?” You look up at him from under your lashes.

“Yes please” he nods.

You take your time working him. Teasing licks on the length of him, tongue grazing the sensitive underside every so often as you ignore his forlorn tip even more.

All the while muttering filthy things under your breath, riling him up even more “Look how happy he is to see me, Bucky. All wet and pink and so fucking hard” you tap the head of him with a finger, barest of touch, but his whole body jerks in response.

“Baby, please” he whimpers when your tongue traces the shaft again, withdrawing before it grazes the tip.

“Please what, bucky?” You smirk, wicked and amused.

“Please, just—” his face burns redder with the moment, not wanting to say it out loud but knowing you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

“Say it, honey. What do you want?” you graze a single fingernail down the underside of his cock and he shudders.

“Do you want me here?” you kiss your way up his length

“Or here?” You press open-mouthed kisses on his frenulum and his cock twitches against your cheek.

You smile, mouth finding his balls and taking one in your mouth, “or maybe here?” You withdraw your mouth abruptly, giving him just enough of your touch to tease.

“Uh..” he groans, frustrated and waiting “baby please don't be like that”

“Like what?” You feign innocence.

“C'mon baby, tell me where do you want me” you push him further toward confessing his desires and he succumbs.

“Suck the tip, angel. Just a little, plea—aah fuck” he curses when your mouth closes over the head of him. Suckling slowly as your tongue swirls across the tip, delving into the slit, tasting the salt of him.

He moans, loud and unfiltered.

“yeah? Like that baby?” You pull away just to tease him with your words.

“Fuck yeah, just—ughh—like that.” He grunts

You work him slowly, almost teasingly. Taking him in little by little until he hits the back of your throat and his voice chokes on a moan at the feeling.

You hollow your cheeks, a hand going to play with his balls meanwhile. You cup them in your palm, tugging lightly and he whines “Harder please”

You can feel he's close in the way the muscles in his thighs tighten and his eyes pinch shut. And you, menace that you are, pull away completely.

His eyes open and find you looking up at him with the most innocent expression ever. The kind that doesn't say in the least of how you've edged him right now.

“Why would you do that?” His eyes have gone glassy with how pent up he is.

“You tell me. Why do you think you deserve to come bucky? You haven't been a good boy lately, have you?”

He tries to pull you back up onto his lap disregarding your words but your fingers grasp his jaw, making him look at you.

You feel the stubble scratch at your fingers, as you hold his gaze.

“You work too hard. Come home late. Have no time for me ‘cause you're overtired. And you still think you've been good?”

“I'm sorry” you hear him say. And the way he's looking at you tells him the apology is genuine. As much mad as you might be at him for not giving you the time for past few days, you know its not his fault. His work takes too much out of him and he's just as dedicated to it as he's to you.

You accept his apology in a sweet, chaste kiss. The kind that he feels in his bones. He moans into the kiss when he feels you settle above him.

He feels the warmth of your core, snuggle his cock. And he realises you were probably bare under that dress the entire time.

His cock twitches under you at the realisation and you grin tells him you're acknowledging it.

Your hands find the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one before pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

His fingers move from your waist to his tie, loosening the knot but your hand comes to stop him “The tie stays on”

You tug at the fabric like a leash, pulling him in until his mouth rests on yours.

The kiss is heated. More tongue than lips, teeth clacking against each other until you're both breathless.

You rock forward, your warm core on his bare cock, sending shock waves through your veins. His tip nudges at your clit with every involuntary thrust of his hips and you both moan into the kiss.

And before you know it, you're sitting up and sinking down on him, walls clenching as you adjust to the sheer size of him. No matter how many times you take him. He hardly ever fails to take your breath away with how big he is.

But with how wet you have been since the moment you saw him, it doesn't take much resistance. He slides in right away, your walls snug around him as he revels in the feeling of you.

Home.

You grind down on him, rocking forward experimentally before pushing yourself up until just the head remains inside you and sinking down. Hard.

The moan he lets out is loud enough to summon all the staff working on that floor. And you’ve never been more grateful for the soundproofing in his cabin.

You set a pace almost instantly. Its nothing like the teasing way you had worked him in your mouth. It's brutal. Hard and fast that is meant to drive him towards his release.

Your hands grip his shoulders tightly as you bounce on him with practised rhythm. The kind that comes from doing the same thing over and over again.

His palm comes up to cup your breast through your dress, fondling it, and a high-pitched sound leaves you involuntarily.

The tip of him hits your cervix every time you sink down on him again, making him grunt

“Fuck. Baby, slow down. I'm not gonna last” he warns, trying to hold himself together and you want anything but. You want him to lose himself in you.

“You can fuck me slow later on, bucky.” You remind him “I want you to come now.”

“And when you come home early today, I'll be waiting for you in bed.” You feel him thrust up into you, noticing how close he is, you amp up your teasing, knowing he needs to hear your filthy words to climax.

“I'll even wear that lingerie you like. The pink one, you got me on your birthday. You'd love it, won't you?”

“Yes.” He pants against you “Fuck yes”

“And I'll let you do whatever you want. You can taste me if you want or have me on all fours. Like the time we did on our anniversary.”

The room reeks of sweat and sex now. The only sound is that of your skin slapping against each other as his thrusts grow erratic.

“You can even come inside. Give me all your babies. You'd be such a good dad, you know. They'd love you so much”

“Fuck—don't say that if you don't mean it” his voice is raspy, barely holding himself together.

“I mean it. Give it to me, bucky. Let me make you a daddy” he loses it at that. Burying himself to the hilt one last time before spilling into you with a loud curse.

You can feel the warmth of his release trickle down his shaft and your legs but none of you have it in yourself to care.

He's slumped back in his chair now. Chest heaving, eyes hooded, there's a dewy glow on his face that you only ever get to see on him after sex.

You smile despite yourself. Hand coming up to brush sweat slick strands of his hair back from his forehead.

He looks wrecked, coiffed hair messed up from your fingers in them, shirt rumpled from the way you were clutching it. Pants soiled and tie half undone.

You lean in, pressing soft pecks on his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose. He chuckles, coming down from the high.

“You did so good for me” you cup his face in your palms and feel his cheeks burn under your skin at the praise.

“Shut up” He hides his face in your chest, but you can feel him smile against you.

You stay like that for a few moments before attempting to stand up from his lap. But his arms come around you immediately.

“Wait.” His eyes soften “I haven't—you didn't come”

“I didn't need to. I came here for you, sweetheart. This wasn’t about me.” you reply, voice sweet and even, “But I'm holding you to your promise of coming home early.” you wink, already moving to smooth your dress down from where it's bunched at your waist.

But bucky, gentleman that he is, doesn't take compromises like that when it comes to you.

So just as you're about to turn away toward the door, his hand comes around your wrist pulling you back into him.

“You're not going anywhere until I have returned the favour”

Dividers by @diviniyae

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You quickly added a few more meetings to the calendar before hurrying to your bosses office to remind him of one he had later that afternoon. You hesitated before knocking at the door, the closed doors indicating he was busy, but you knew he’d want a heads up about the meeting. 

“Mr. Barnes, you have a meeting with Stark Enterprises at 3:30-

“Didn’t I tell you to move this meeting to next week?” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glaring at you while you blinked in confusion. “Well?” 

“N-no” You shook your head, you’d never missed an email before and you’d always been on top of scheduling changes on time. Bucky mumbled something under his breath before waving you off, the shrill sound of his phone going off. 

“Barnes” Bucky grunted, answering the phone without looking back at you, leaving to you scramble away and figure out if you could rearrange the date with Tony Stark. 

Which was a mess in itself. 

You had to argue back and forth, pleading to no end for a different day with Starks assistant only reluctantly agreeing after nearly half an hour. 

“You really should be more responsible, can’t believe Barnes has the likes of you working under him” the woman on the phone clicked her tongue before slamming down the receiver, cutting the call. You sighed, taking in a deep breath to calm the tightness you felt in your throat, you didn’t have time to break down now. 

You printed the up coming contracts for Bucky to sign, organizing them by name and highlighting the places he had to sign so he didn’t have to bother finding the space for signatures. You scurried back into his office, dreading the tense click of his jaw, your nerves increasing even more. 

“Sir, these are your papers-” You stumbled over the corner of the rug, scattering the papers onto the floor, your heart hammering out of your chest when you saw Bucky irritatedly run his fingers through his hair. 

“For fucks sake, y/n, I’m already stressed, don’t screw more shit up!” He growled, eyes hardening at the sight of the papers strewn across the floor of his office while you stayed frozen on the spot. Your eyes glossed over, quickly scrambling to the floor to grab the documents, mumbling apologies over and over again, hoping none of your tears stained the paper. The sight of tears streaking down your face broke Bucky out of his frustrated state, instantly regretting the tone he’d used with you. 

“Fuck” Bucky cursed under his breath, getting out of his chair to help you but you’d already managed to pick everything up, immediately trying to scramble away.

“Y/n” 

You didn’t stop, unable to take more of Bucky’s wrath, continuing to hurry towards the door, desperately trying to hold down your sniffles and aggressively wiping your cheeks. 

“Y/n” 

Bucky sighed, gently reaching out to grab your arm and pulling you to face him, his feeling even worse when you kept your eyes trained on the floor, your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“I’m sorry, p-please d-on’t yell” You choked out, still trying to hold your composure together, fighting the way your body wanted to break down into sobs 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry” his heart broke seeing the tears collecting in your lash line, his thumb swiping away the ones that spilled out. “M’sorry baby” he wasn’t sure where the pet name came from but he couldn’t help it, letting it naturally roll off his tongue. You were still rigid, refusing to look at him, nearly flinching when he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up to meet his steel blues. 

“Look at me” He spoke softly now, as if he were trying to coax a small animal out of hiding, his touch gentle, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”

“It’s okay” you shrugged, slipping out of his hold, quickly wiping your face and going back to work as if nothing had happened. Even though he’d apologized, his words rang through your mind for the rest of the day. 

In fact, they stuck with you through the entire week. 

Bucky hated the way you didn’t even look at him anymore. He missed your soft good mornings and shy smile whenever he walked into his office. Now all you did was keep your head down, freezing in fear as soon as you heard his footsteps. And it was all his fault. 

He despised that he made you feel scared of him, his own anger being the cause of upsetting you when you had been nothing but sweet from the day he’d met you. You were also the best he’d ever had; no one else had ever come close to how brilliantly you worked; you never missed anything. He nearly spat out the coffee that was placed on his table, missing the perfect cup you made for him every morning. 

You only spoke 1-2 words, retreating from his office as soon as you got what you needed, your eyes always trained on the floor, looking away from him. He couldn’t take it anymore, feeling more guilty each day; he couldn’t go on any longer without your sweetness. 

You blinked at the baby pink roses that sat in a basket on your desk along with a little bear placed on top, a small hand made I’m Sorry heart sitting in its furry hands, clearly in Bucky’s handwriting. You traced over the soft teddy holding it in your hands before going to his office. Before you could say anything, Bucky was up and out of his seat, desperately hoping you’d hear him out. 

“M’sorry y/n” His soft eyes were filled with sadness and regret as he reached out to hold your hands in his, not wanting you to run off again, “I’m so sorry angel, there’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have yelled at you” 

“It’s fine” You whispered, still avoiding his gaze. 

“Hey, it’s not fine” Bucky shook his head, cupping your face to make you look at him, “It’s not baby, I shouldn’t have ever treated you that way. You do everything for me, I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you” 

“I shouldn’t have messed u-

“Don’t, absolutely not. You never do sweets, it was me who messed up. Never you. Will you forgive me, doll?” Bucky nervously bit his lip while you gave him a small nod, that adorable shy smile he loved so much making its way to your lips. 

“God, I missed this” He whispered, his thumb tracing over your lips, chuckling at the tiny confused pout you gave him after.

“What did you miss” 

“This little smile you always have whenever you’re around me” Bucky smirked at the way you grew more bashful, doe eyes darting about, “Do you have any idea how much I love when you look at me like that?” 

“Mr-Mr. Barnes” Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands slowly moved to hold your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands made their way to his chest to ground yourself, forgetting how to breathe as he pressed his lips against yours. It started off soft and slow; his sweet tongue turning sinful as he walked over to his chair, pulling you to straddle him without breaking apart once. You let out a needy whimper feeling him harden under you though Bucky was still focused on kissing your soft skin, his lips fluttering across every inch. 

You’d never been this close to Bucky before, the intoxicating scent of his cologne making your heart race, his calloused large hands roaming your body. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding down on his thick bulge until he let out a groan, stilling your hips. 

“Keep that up bunny and you’ll make me cum in my pants like a little boy” Bucky let out a strained chuckle, using every bit of his self restraint not to tear your clothes off. 

“Please?” You wiggled against him again, needing to be closer, Bucky’s resolve slowly crumbling. How could he hold back when you were practically humping your soaked needy cunt right on his erection. 

“Please what, sweets” 

“Need you Sir” your voice had melted in a whine and that was all it took. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor caused more arousal to dampen your panties, nearly drooling at the sight of his cock as he pulled it out. 

“Are-are you sure?” He checked with you once more, not wasting a second ripping your blouse off as soon as you nodded. He threw your bra off next before lifting your skirt up and pulling your panties to the, rubbing his fingers through your folds. 

“Sir, pleasee” 

“I got you, I got you baby. Wanted to make love for our first time angel, give you a bed with rose petals n’ champagne over ice” He whispered, recounting every fantasy he’d thought of from the day he’d met you, “Wanted to make you feel good baby, throw your legs over my shoulders and nurse off this little clit”

He rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing. 

“N’ then you’d be my sweet pillow princess. I’d let you lie down all night while I fuck your soul angel. I’d give you my cum all night, pump you full of my cream” 

“Need you now” You whimpered, clutching onto the lapels of his blazer, not that you didn’t want everything he was telling you but you couldn't wait. 

“Alright baby, c’mere” He pulled you closer, your bare chest pressed against his as he rubbed his swollen cockhead to gather your slick before breeching your tight hole, his hips gently pushing up till he was buried to the hilt, “That’s it, shhh take all of me” 

Bucky gave you a second to adjust to his size, his wide hands splayed across your body to hold you in place as he began to thrust up. You gasped in pleasure, your voice melting into a moan as he picked you up and placed you on his desk, pushing your thighs to hit your chest, hitting an even deeper angel. 

“OH GOD-MR-BARNES” You wailed as he fucked you harder, his heard thrown back, tie loosened, tightening the grip he had on your legs, keeping you spread out wide open. He groaned at the sight of his thick cock disappearing in and out of you while you moaned and sobbed on his desk, taking everything he gave you. 

“That’s right baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this good” He grunted through gritted teeth, holding off his orgasm while bringing his thumb to rub your clit again. 

“I-I’m gonna-OH-GOD-PLEASEE

“Fuck you sound perfect” Bucky moaned feeling you choke his length, fluttering and pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you, his own release dangerously close. “God you feel so fuckin’ good when you cum baby. One more angel, just one more” Bucky practically pleaded with you, speeding up his fingers till he saw your eyes roll back, silent screams leaving your mouth as your juices soaked his balls. 

“Fuck m’cumming so hard for you baby” He groaned, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts before stilling and spilling ropes of cum into you. He kept his cock inside while bending down to pick you up and sit back in his chair again. He sat with you for a while, petting your hair and kissing you, whispering sweet nothings. 

“Ready to go?” He whispered, looking down to see if you’d fallen asleep while you snuggled into him with your eyes closed. 

“Too tired sir” You pouted, nuzzling into his chest, refusing to move, your body too fucked out to even stand. 

The first time Bucky smells him, he thinks he’s lost his mind. Steve had been working for them for several months. The man had a smaller build, with blonde hair and intense blue eyes. Typical beta build, which is what was his marker on his applications.  So there was no reason to suspect anything. Then he and Steve were having a meeting with executives. Steve sat down right next to him, and Bucky smelled it. The gentle, sweet smell of an Omega washed over him. Hints of dark chocolate, espresso, and him. Bucky’s spine had gone stiff, and the hair on his arms stood up. Omegas always had blockers, so did Alphas. It kept society civil and stopped Alphas from being jumpy dickheads. 

He shifted in his chair, trying to keep his now flushing cheeks in check. This was ridiculous, yes, Bucky was an Alpha, but he took his own blockers. There was no reason for him to act like he'd never smelled an Omega before.

Yet it was so hard to ignore Steve, like his smell had been injected up his nose. He’d heard of fated or bonded mates. Pairs who, even with blockers, couldn’t ignore each other, meant to be or whatever bullshit people spun. It was just a cliche to sell fairytales. That was not what was happening right now, no, this was just his hindbrain getting in the way of the day.

“Mr. Barnes, what do you think of the new proposal?” His name being said snapped him out of his daydreams. 

“I think it will need some work, but overall it’s got the right structure.” Good, deflect you, dumbass, pay attention. Bucky scolds himself. 

The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, Bucky forcing himself to pay attention by finishing off his scalding hot coffee. Completely ignoring any looks Steve was giving him. He could practically feel the Omega worry washing over him. He needed to get it together. 

“Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?” Bucky asks, as the meeting finishes up, people slowly filter out of the room. 

Steve turns from his notes, collecting them up and shuffling them into his notebook. “Yeah, sure thing, Boss.”

Bucky has to stop himself from crushing the desk with his hand. Instead, he just gets up, grabs his own notes and laptop, and walks towards his office. He leaves the door open and loosens his tie. Keep it together, Barnes. This isn’t your first rodeo.

Steve came in the door, looking at it for a moment. “Do you want me to leave it open? Or closed?”

“Closed, please,” Bucky grits out, taking his suit jacket off and throwing it over his chair. The room was suddenly very small and hot. He sits down and waits for Steve to do the same. 

Steve does, still holding onto his notebook. Bucky can see a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Umm, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Bucky blinks, and can feel the apprehension leaking out of Steve. “Why didn’t you tell us you are an Omega?”

The words leave his mouth, and Bucky wants to take them back immediately. The normally confident man immediately goes rigid, his face going completely pink, as he looks anywhere but at Bucky.

“I am not angry, Steve.” Bucky swallows, like that is going to make things better. This is why he was not matted. “Let me start over.”

Steve shakes his head, worry creasing his brow. “No, you’re right. I should have said something.” Bucky stops himself from saying anything more regrettable. “It’s hard to find work as an Omega, even though there are laws in place. I need this job, and I will be back on my stronger blockers next month.”

“Why aren’t you on your normal blockers?” Bucky asks, yes, he was painfully tactless. Though Steve seemed to take it in stride.

The smaller man fiddles with the rings on his notebook. “I couldn’t afford them.”

Bucky nods. That made sense; the hormone blockers he had to be on would be hundreds of dollars a month. This job paid well, but living in New York was expensive.

“How much are they?” Bucky asks, already pulling out his wallet. He wasn’t going to let this man be outed to the rest of the floor; HR would have a fit.

“No, no, I could not ask that of you.’ Steve says, going to stand up, his hand out as if to stop Bucky.

Bucky gives him a pointed look, which has Steve seated. “There are four other Alphas on your team. You are going to get noticed. Tell me the amount and take the rest of the day off. I’ll pen you down as running earns for me.” 

Steve squirms in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, but also not in a position to argue. 

“That or I have you work from home until you can get them. I’ll say you had something personal come up. It’s not a problem.” Bucky is trying desperately to give him a way out. Mostly because the longer Bucky is in the room with him, the more his control starts to splinter. The man smells like he'd taste like sunshine and warmth. 

“It’s two hundred and thirty dollars,” Steve stutters out, clutching at the book tightly. Looking like he might combust under Bucky's gaze. “But if it’s easier for me-”

Bucky takes out three hundred dollars and hands it to Steve. “You’re the best guy I’ve hired in years. Go get your meds and something to eat. If you need anything, text or call me.”

Steve looks at the money, his face still flushed. “I’ll pay you back. Thank you, Al-”

Stopping himself, Steve shakes his head and leaves the room.

***

Three months go by, and there is no sign of anything abnormal. Steve is back to his usual self, and Bucky hasn’t had a whiff of pheromones since that day. Not that it stopped him from walking by his desk more often than necessary. Steve had paid him back the next month, thanking him several times over. The only noticeable change had been him bringing Bucky coffee every day and occasionally dropping off lunch.

Steve was promoted to lead several projects and was doing a fantastic job. Anyone who said Omegas weren’t good at their jobs was lying. Steve cared about what he did and wasn't looking to throw anyone under the bus to complete his tasks. It made him stand out. He was a natural at this.

Part of Bucky wanted to talk with Steve more about that day. Ask him if he had felt the same draw that Bucky had felt. Even though that would be highly inappropriate. Bucky couldn’t help but think about him, especially when he was worked up. The man was always on his mind.

Instead, he had pushed it off, remained professional. Kept himself at a distance. Let him take on bigger and bigger roles. He was quickly becoming an asset to the company and someone who would quickly work their way up the ranks. Bucky couldn’t help but feel pride at that.

Then one day, Bucky saw a few people around one particular computer, Walker’s. He knew the Alpha and did not particularly like the man, but he was good at what he did, so he stayed on the team. The fact that it was lunch and there were other Alphas there made his hair stand on end. They were up to something, and not something good.

He strolls over, trying to keep himself in check; he didn’t even know what it was yet. But he had an idea, Alphas tend to be shit stirrers. 

“Can you believe this?” Walker gestures at the desktop in front of him. Completely unaware of Bucky walking up to him. “Been taking orders from an Omega.”

Bucky already knows what he is going to find, as he takes a few steps closer and sees it. There is a picture of Steve on a dating profile with the Omega symbol beside his name. Goddammit.

“Walker,” Bucky says, firm and sharp. Half of the goonsquad is gone with just those words. Bucky mentally remembering each of them. “See, you’re using your lunch wisely.” Bucky grabs a chair and slides in beside the man. The rest of the group quickly scrambled away from the scene.

Walker's face sours, like he licked a lemon, his hands moving to try and close out the screen. He is unsuccessful, and instead it remains in front of him. 

“I am sure Olivia would love to know about you looking at dating sites,” Bucky states, crossing his arms and watching the man get more flustered. 

“That wasn’t how I found it,” Walker deflects, his jaw clenching, as he places his hands firmly onto the desk.

“Yeah, just innocently landed on a dating site. Particularly for male Omegas. Should I phone her? Ask how the kids are doing.” Bucky keeps going, knowing that he has the upper hand.

“He lied on his resume.” Walker spits out, loud enough that others have taken notice. 

“My office, now,” Bucky says, keeping his tone even and quiet.

Walker all but stomps over to Bucky’s office. Bucky closes the door behind them and takes a moment to ground himself. A fist fight was not an appropriate response to this.

“I do not want to catch you talking about one of our own team members like that again,” Bucky says, his voice close to growling. The need to make his point clear about Steve emanating from him. 

Walker turns and gets into his face, a mistake. “What, is he your little Omega? That how he got this job?”

Bucky nearly puts the man through the wall. The idea of watching him go through drywall is more appealing than he wants to admit. Choosing to walk closer so that he is inches from Walker

“Don’t get jealous, Walker,” Bucky says, not backing down, voice low and controlled. “Steve came to me in confidence, and you decided to blast it all over the office. Like the brainless Alpha you are.”

The man winces at that, taking a step back, not submitting but no longer challenging him. 

“I’ll be transferring you next Monday. Steve deserves people who respect his privacy.” Bucky looks away for a moment. His heart thudded in his ears. “If I hear one word about any of this. I will make sure you no longer have a job.” Bucky grits through his teeth. 

“Well, fuck you, Barnes, I quit.” Walker barks out and goes to leave. Bucky doesn’t stop him, knowing better than to touch the enraged Alpha. 

“Just remember the contract you signed,” Bucky states before the man can open the door. “Can’t take any of our clients, can’t work for competing firms for a year. Lose all those benefits you've gained. Think about it before you quit. I’ll sign you out for the day.”

Walker leaves and door slamming shut hard enough to rattle the walls. 

***

Bucky is sitting in a small bar that’s far enough off the main roads that most people don’t know about. It’s quiet, with minimal music, and one tv that always has some sports game on. Usually, he’d go there on a Friday, but after today's shit storm, he’s decided he deserves it. There had been way too many questions that he had to answer when he asked for Walker and one of his lackeys to be moved a floor. Several team members had given him questioning looks, but he had managed to smooth it over. Steve hadn’t been doxed, besides HR making a note that Walker and he were not to interact. A shit storm, at least it had ended mostly well.

Someone sits down beside him, Bucky doesn’t look; just takes another sip of his drink. Watching the ice cubes melt. What he’d do to go home to someone, to bring them close to his chest, and have them tell him it would be okay. 

“I’ll take a martini, one of those espresso ones.” Steve’s voice has Bucky’s head turning. The smaller man sits beside him, looking at him with a small smile, blue eyes twinkling. “I heard what you did for me today.”

Bucky swallows, his glass clinking against the bar. “I was hoping that would stay underwraps.” Someone always had to talk. “They shouldn’t have been digging into your life. Not like that.”

Steve shrugs, “I probably shouldn’t have put myself on a dating app.”

“Well, not to rain on your parade, but they kind of suck.” Bucky chuckles, his tone gruff but teasing. 

“Oh man, they are awful.” Steve groans, rubbing his face. “If I have to get one more dick pic, I am gonna throw my phone out.”

Bucky grimaces at the thought, a streak of jealousy running through him. “That’s why I stopped. It just felt so unnatural.”

Steve thanks the bartender and takes a sip of his drink. “Call me curious, but how would you like to meet someone?”

Ordering another drink, Bucky takes a moment to think. He hadn’t really thought about dating someone in a long time. Having just given up on the whole idea.

“I haven’t thought about it in a long time. Work keeps me busy, and it’s not like I can just know who is a Beta, and who is an Omega.” Bucky sighs, swirling his drink like it might have answers. 

“Does that matter to you?’ Steve asks, it’s a fair question. Things weren’t as traditional as they used to be. Any coupling was fine, as long as everyone was happy. He'd even heard of Alpha’s dating each other.

“No, suppose not. I just always imagined myself with an Omega I could care for.” Bucky confesses, hating how easy it was to talk with Steve. “Maybe a few kids. Though that is probably not in the cards.’

“Why not?” Steve asks, continuing to finish his drink. His eyes are a little glassy as he looks at Bucky. 

Bucky turns to him, nose flaring without his permission, smelling how relaxed and at ease Steve is with him. The man was oozing comforting pheromones, blocker or not.

“Why did you come here, Steve?” Bucky finally asks, really taking him in for the first time. The man was not trying to hide his attraction to him at all. It made a purr want to ooze out of him, and he had to fight it. 

“Just wanted to thank my boss for not having me outed to the entire office.” Steve beams, his scent slowly wafting off of him in waves. “Also, you never answered my question.” 

Bucky licks his lips, trying not to breathe him in too deeply, and failing miserably. “Hmm, that’s all?” The word Omega almost slips in, but Bucky holds that back. 

Worrying at his lips, Steve’s fingers run along the stem of the glass. “Maybe, I was hoping that I could get to know my mysterious boss some more.”

Looking around the bar, he doesn’t spot anyone from work, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t come by. 

“Steve, I am your boss.” Bucky tries to keep himself professional, but the way Steve keeps looking at him is eroding his barriers. That didn’t cover how good he was smelling. 

Steve rolls his eyes, “No, really?” He lets out a soft chuckle and finishes his drink. “My place is about ten minutes away.”

Bucky’s eyebrows go up. Did he really just say that? Steve is putting money on the bar before he gets up and leaves. Leaving Bucky to scramble after him, giving the bartender a good tip. Going out the door, he spots Steve, who is leaning against the brick wall, cool as a cucumber. 

“So, are you interested?” Steve grins, little shit was playing him like a fiddle. 

Groaning Bucky shakes his head, “You do know this is gonna change things?”

“I would hope so,” Steve replies, grabbing Bucky’s hand and walking him back to his apartment. 

Bucky doesn’t see much of the apartment. Steve jumps him at the door, the man’s hands find Bucky’s face as the door is locked behind them. Standing on tiptoes, his lips hit Bucky’s like he thinks he will never get a chance to kiss again. 

There is nothing holding Bucky back now; everything around him smells so much like Steve. His instincts kick in, and he is picking Steve up and walking him to where he can scent his room is. The door opens, and Bucky moans as he is fully encompassed by Steve. 

“Clothes. Off,” Steve pants, as Bucky gently places him onto the soft mattress. The bed is covered in various blankets and plush pillows. 

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice; his clothes are off in record time, Steve is in a similar state of undress. His knees tucked up under him, body trembling as he looks up at Bucky with big blue eyes.

“You did it on purpose,” Bucky hushes as he crawls towards him, cock already leaking against his stomach. “Let your blockers lapse, just to see what I would do.”

Steve shakes his head, “No, I swear.” He swallows, reaching to drag Bucky closer to him. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked at me. The way you smelled. It’s been stuck inside my head. Can’t stop it, Bucky.” 

Bucky groans as Steve’s legs part; he’s already hard and soaking the mattress underneath him. 

“You sure, Omega?” Bucky growls, pressing closer to Steve, his nose nuzzling against the side of the smaller man’s throat. Breathing him in and sliding deeper into the fog.

Steve whines and tips his neck back so that Bucky can lick along the mark there. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

Bucky groans and lets himself stop overthinking this. He kisses and licks at the mark, not biting, not claiming, not yet. Before kissing Steve hard, and slotting his body against Steve’s. His hands run over the soft plains of the man's body. How he shuddered against the feeling. Keening and whining with need. 

Rocking his hips down, Bucky slots his cock beside Steve's. Despite being an Omega, he's impressive in size. Not nearly as thick as Bucky but long. The tip is red and oozing. Steve reaches down his hand and rubs over both of them as they rut against each other. 

“I couldn’t help it,” Steve stutters, “Every time I was near you, I remembered how you looked at me. How you didn't push me, took care of me.”

Bucky growls, feeling himself swell at the words. His large fingers dip below Steve's cock and stroke over his opening. The man shudders above him, knees falling open. His entrance is slick with need, and Bucky easily slides a finger in. 

Steve whines and presses down on Bucky's finger. “Please, I am ready. I need you.”

Bucky chuckles, more of a deep purr sound, and kisses Steve gently. As he keeps working the man open, adding another finger so he can scissor him. Feeling Steve drip down onto his own ass. 

“So needy, Omega,” Bucky hushes, adding a third finger and pushing it up, making Steve gasp. “This what you've been thinking about? Me fucking you in your nest. Stuffing you full of my cum, until you can't take it anymore.”

Steve bites his lips, his hand on both their dicks stroking faster as he nods his head. 

“Come on, baby.” Bucky teases, as he pushes deep in again. Feeling the man's wall clench around him. “Tell me what you want, Stevie.”

He withers some more, body covered in a sheen of sweat. Lips swollen, in both places, from being used. 

“Yes. Nngh. Please Alpha. Please, want you inside me. Want your knot to stretch me, like no else. Pleaseplease.” Steve whines, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep up with Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky can't say no to the pleas, removing his fingers with a slick squelch. He holds them up and then licks them. Fuck. Steve tastes so good, sweet, deep, with a musk that has Bucky’s hips stuttering. Without thinking, he grabs a pillow and shoves it under Steve. Opening him up, Bucky tapes his swollen cock against Steve's entrance.

“Last chance, Omega,” Bucky growls, just barely holding back. 

Steve answers by grabbing Bucky's hand and guiding him inside. The tight wet heat sucks at Bucky’s cock, has him straining to keep control of himself. It had been a long time since he had anything remotely like this, and he wanted to make it last. To make Steve feel good. 

Bucky lets himself slowly sink, gritting his teeth as his knot rests against the man’s hole. “Fuck, you feel so good, Stevie.”

The Omega’s hands are gripping onto Bucky’s forearms, his face scrunched in pleasure, mouth open, lips pink. Bucky watches him, lets him get used to the large intrusion.

“That’s it,” The urge to call Steve his makes his stomach tight and his dick twitch. “Just relax, Omega, I got you.”

He lets out a whine, chest heaving, his dick twitching and leaking heavily onto his stomach. Legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist. It’s too soon, but Steve isn’t waiting; his hips rock back and then forward, fucking himself onto Bucky.

“Slow, easy,” Bucky soothes, leaning to kiss Steve as gently as possible. Even as his body trembles to hold back. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Moving so that one of his hands can find Steve’s cock, he strokes him as he starts to fuck into him. The two find a rhythm easily, Steve wrapping himself closer as more whines and whimpers leave him. Bucky watches him get lost in it, watches his eyes roll into the back of Steve’s head as his body lets go of any control. Bucky leans back so that he can use one hand to guide Steve and the other to stroke him. His own release speeding forward, his knot swelling at the base.

He wants to push further, to let his knot sink inside Steve’s hot and very willing body. Gritting his teeth he tries to make the words come out, to ask him. 

“You gonna let me,” Bucky pants, feeling himself swell, “Let me- knot you?”

Steve is nodding his head, hands digging into Bucky's back. “Yes, please, Alpha. Don’t stop.”

Bucky’s eyes roll as he lifts Steve up onto his lap and lets him slide all the way down, his knot slipping past the tight ring. Steve’s cock twitches several times as his body trembles, and he cums with a loud cry. Feeling him cum has Bucky’s body reacts on instinct, thick ropes of cum pulse out of him, as his knot swells and locks them both in place. 

“Fuck, yes, mine,” Bucky growls, the words slipping out as he holds Steve close to him. The two kiss softly and slowly as they ride the waves of pleasure washing over them.

“Yours,” Steve replies, fingers tracing over Bucky’s face. 

Turning carefully, Bucky moves some pillows so that they can rest carefully on the bed. Blankets coming up and over both of them. Steve purrs gently, his head resting against Bucky’s shoulder.  Bucky rubbed his hands up and down Steve’s back, holding him close. Letting the man relax against him. The haze of the act slowly becomes clear. He doesn’t want to break the moment, even as his cock twitches and pulses locked inside Steve. Knowing that soon they’d have to face the reality of the situation. 

“I can hear you thinking,” Steve sighs, fingers tracing patterns over Bucky’s skin.

Bucky swallows, not really knowing what to say. “I-uh-did that feel different to you?”

Steve chuckles, placing little kisses on Bucky’s collarbone. “Yes, like nothing I’ve experienced before.”

For a moment, Bucky isn’t sure if he is relieved or terrified. “I shouldn’t have said you were mine.”

Sitting up a little, Steve’s fingers make Bucky look at him. “What if I want to be yours?”

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Lumberjack!Bucky

“Can I kiss you doll?” 

“Yes, please kiss me. You don’t have to ask, I’m yours.” 

That was all he needed before he placed his lips on top of hers claiming them in a deep passionate kiss as he picked her up and placed her on his desk so he could stand in between her spread legs and feel her heat. When a moan slips from her lips he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss as her hand roams his back before pulling his shirt out of his pants. As soon as his shirt wasn’t tucked into his pants anymore her warm hands slipped under the hem running her nails over his skin making him moan at the feeling.

“Fuck babydoll, I really missed you” he spoke against her lips as he pulled back giving them both time to catch their breath.

“I missed you too Buck.” she panted, she pushes him away as she tries to give him her best seductive smile before getting up from the desk and sinking to her knees in front of him.

“You don’t have to, sweetheart,” he says as y/n reaches out and cups his already hardening cock through his dress pants looking up at him with lust blown eyes.

“I know, I want to” she responds as she moves her eyes to his crotch, looking at it as she opens his dress pants and gets his cock out, stroking it till it lays rock hard and leaking in her hand. She doesn’t hesitate to lick the precum off the tip before taking as much as she can into her mouth making him moan out at the feeling and weave his hands into her hair. 

“God kitten, so good for me” he growls holding himself back from fucking her face but she had other ideas as she started to quickly bob her head up and down his cock while massaging the bit that didn’t fit in her mouth. She wanted to make him feel good, not just to make it up to him, she wanted to, she loved to watch how he responded to her to see that she gave pleasure to the man she liked and was falling hard for.

He suddenly pulled her off his cock and up to her feet and before she could say something he was on her, kissing her hard, tasting himself on her tongue as he worked on opening her jeans and pushing them down together with her panties. He roughly turned her around and pushed her headfirst down on the desk so he had a beautiful view of her ass and her dripping pussy. He couldn’t stop himself and crouches down so he looks directly into her pussy and licks a strip slowly from her clit to her entrance making her shake from want. 

“mmmmm, my sweet kitten, so wet for me” he smirks as he stands back up and runs his hands over her exposed skin.

“All for you Daddy” She whimpers out the words she knows will drive him crazy. Pushing her hips back in need of some friction.

“Say that again kitten” he whispers into her ear as he grinds his hips into hers so she could feel his hard cock pushing against her pussy lips.  

“It's all yours Daddy” her words hadn’t even completely left her mouth as Bucky slowly pushed inside of her, both moaning loudly at the feeling.

“I missed you, sweetheart, fuck you feel amazing” he growls as he gives her a minute to adjust to him before he starts a brutal pace giving them what they both want and need. After some time Bucky pulled out of her making her groan at the loss of contact.

“Steve, join or get the fuck out!” he growls when he sees his best friend standing there in the doorway with a blush on his face and a hard-on clearly visible through his tight pants. 

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I just want to see how good I make you feel, I want to see your face.” He says as he helps her to her feet before lifting her on the desk and completely pulling her shoes and pants off.  And soon enough he made her lay down and filled her up again setting the same pace as before while kissing along her throat.

They’re so lost in each other that they don’t hear the door of Bucky’s office open until someone takes a deep breath and swears. “Fuck I’m so sorry” which makes Bucky look up over his shoulder without halting his thrusts, his back was faced towards the door so whoever had walked in only had a view of his ass and couldn’t see his girl laying on his desk. 

She couldn’t stop herself from squeezing her walls around Bucky’s cock at the idea of Steve joining them.  Only a little part of her hoped that Bucky wouldn’t notice her reaction to his words but of course he did.

“Oh, you’d like that don’t you sweetheart?” he smirks down at her, clearly he did notice. 

“You want my best friend to join us?” he asks her and she could only moan in response.

Bucky chuckled as he slows down but not stopping his thrusts and motioned to Steve to not run away just jet. 

“I’ll need your words sweetheart. Do you want to suck Stevie’s cock while I fuck your pretty pussy?” 

It didn’t take long before she moaned out again in want.

“Yes Daddy, please let me suck his cock” she pants between moans not caring how desperate she sounded.

“You heard her Steve, fill that pretty mouth.” he groans over his shoulder looking at his best friend who didn’t hesitate and started to unzip his pants as he made his way around the desk y/n lays on. 

As soon as Steve was within her hand reach she slaps Steve’s hand that was stroking his cock away so she could replace it with her own, making Steve gasp out at the first touch of her hands. 

“told you she takes your breath away” Bucky smirks at his best friend before slowly building up his pace again making y/n moan before sticking out her tongue and licking around the tip of Steve’s cock. 

Steve didn’t really respond other than groan in pleasure and placing his hands beside her head so he could lean onto the desk.

Y/n never thought that she’d enjoyed this as much as she did. Bucky could feel her getting wetter and tighter around him. 

Normally he’d never share his girl with anyone but whatever his girl wants she gets. The only thing he’d never agree to was someone else fucking her pussy, that was his and his only. 

“Look at you, my little naughty girl sucking my best friend’s cock.” he says as he softly slaps her thigh while she takes Steve’s cock deeper into her mouth sucking him off with more effort and moaning around him. 

“Fuck” Steve stutters as he closes his eyes in pleasure

“Doesn’t she feel amazing Stevie?” Bucky groans clearly holding himself back from blowing his load already.

“Her mouth is like heaven, I needed to have my cock sucked way sooner.” he says between moans and then continues with a chuckle “ it’s been so long that I fear I’ll cum way too soon” 

Bucky just laughs at that and speeds up the movements of his hips making y/n feel as she could only hold on for the ride. She mostly uses the momentum of Bucky’s thrusts to move her mouth over Steve and used her hands to massage Steve’s balls and the bit of cock that didn’t fit into her mouth. 

She knew that she wouldn’t last much longer too and neither did Bucky. Bucky didn’t really care if Steve came before y/n and him finished or not, this wasn’t about his pleasure but about hers. He moved one of his hands slowly down the inside of her thigh until he reached the spot that connected them and softly let his fingers play with the wet skin around the spot before he started to rub circles over her clit. He knew that was bound to push her over the edge quicker than anything else would. 

When Bucky started to use his fingers on her she felt her mind fog up, she didn’t remember who or where she was, there was only pleasure, just Bucky’s cock and fingers in and on her pussy and Steve’s cock in her mouth, there was nothing else.

At that point, y/n was so far gone that she just let Steve fuck her mouth instead while she moaned loudly around him.

“Come on kitten, cum for me. I can feel you squeezing the hell out of me, cum” Bucky almost orders her as he could feel his own orgasm rising as well.

In the end, it was y/n who spoke up first.

That was all it took for her to fall over the edge and cum harder than she ever had followed quickly by Bucky. And just as she started to come down from her high, Steve groaned and came down her throat. Luckily most of the fog had cleared from her mind so she didn’t choke and instead swallowed every drop before Steve pulled his cock out of her mouth.

After that moment it was completely silent in Bucky’s office for a few minutes, it was like nobody dared to disturb the air that was around them. 

“We should do that again sometime but in a more comfortable place,” she says making both men chuckle.

“Whatever you want sweetheart” Bucky smiled at her while he softly rubbed the skin of her thighs before looking up at his best friend who was already zipping up his pants.

“Now get out of here so I can clean up and feed my girl” he growls making Steve chuckle out a “Yes boss” before he walks out of the office and closes the doors behind him.

“Have dinner with me?” He smiles as he pulls out from her, grabs some tissues from his desk, and starts to clean the mess he made between her legs. 

“Only if you stop at my place first so I can take a shower and have a change of clothes”

“Of course sweetheart”

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