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“What is it?” He shouts, panting, but his pace never faltering.

“Buck! Come on out, we got more beer! Sam’s friend pulled up!”

Bucky laughs, of course his stupid friends would offer him beer when he’s clearly having sex.

“Bring me one, kay?” Bucky laughs, still thrusting into your pussy like he’s trying to break you. (He is.)

You think he’s joking with his friends, until a few minutes later, they come back.

There’s no knock this time, just the door opening, a couple of low wolf whistles, you can hear one of them whoop loudly. The scent of booze and marijuana hits your nose, as the ear-bleeding bass-boosted music enters your ears.

“Damn, Buck! Saw that sock on your door, didn’t know your bitch was this bad!” One of his friends shouts over the music. Bucky doesn’t stop thrusting, matching the bass beat. You hear the crack-hiss of a can opening, one of the boys passes it to Bucky as their eyes stay planted on you, the way your ass moves, or your tits swing with every thrust. Bucky sticks out his hand, grabbing the beer can from his friend.

“I know, right?” Bucky laughs, smacking your ass with one hand as he chugs his beer.

You bury your face deeper into the pillow, so embarrassed that you could die. Did his friends seriously just barge into his room while you’re getting your pussy pounded? Your skin is practically burning with horror or horniness; you can’t tell with the way your face burns and your cunt clenches on Bucky’s cock.

You turn your face slightly, barely peeking out through your hair and the pillow to see his friends. They’re all laughing and joking around with the door wide open, anyone at the party could walk by and get a glimpse of Bucky’s cock tearing you apart.

“She’s a fuckin virgin. Well, not anymore.”  You hear Bucky high-five a couple of friends. There’s a crush of the beer can after Bucky finishes it. He throws it at one of his friends and laughs.

“Look at this, boys.” He gathers your hair in one hand, pulling your head out of where it’s buried.

“Look at this girl. So fucked out, she can’t even talk. Come on, speak whore.” He slaps your ass with his other hand when you don’t say anything. Your eyes are wide, your mouth hanging open, as a small moan escapes your mouth. You can barely see Bucky’s friends through foggy sex glazed eyes, but you can hear their whoops and hollers. You hear someone joke about sharing you, and your pussy clenches unconsciously.

“Alright, fellas, get the fuck outta here. Gotta take care of my girl.”

All the guys laugh and holler as they leave Bucky’s room. That whole time, Bucky never stopped fucking you.

It’s incredibly hot.

Even more so when his hand snakes around to the button between your legs, torturing your little clit by rubbing fast, tight circles on it.

“You thought that was hot, huh, baby? Felt this pussy squeezing me when my friends walked in. She was trying milk my cum in front of all my buddies.”

All you can do is moan, louder as the fire in your gut is fed by the flames of his cock.

“Dumb baby, fucked by this big college cock. Gotta tell me what you want, princess, tell me how bad your pussy wants to cream all over my cock.”

You whine, you don’t want to say such dirty words. Bucky slows his pace, smacking your ass as a warning. “I know how bad she wants this cock, gotta tell me or I’ll take it all away.”

At that, the circuits in your brain finally connect as you cry. “Bucky, please! Let me cum. I need to cum on your cock!”

“Fuck, good girl.” Bucky grins. “Come on, pretty girl, cum on this cock. I wanna feel it. Baby’s first orgasm on the campus fuckboy’s cock. Can you give it to me?”

You’re barely nodding, more shoving your face deeper into the pillow. He thrusts even harder, going deeper than you could imagine and hitting your cervix with punishment. His fingers are still moving expertly over your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

Your orgasm comes fast, like a ton of bricks. Your body fights it as your vision goes white and the red-hot pleasure seeps through your veins.

Bucky groans at your pussy clenching him, which is responded to by laughter and shouting beyond his door.

You practically collapse, too fucked out to even care. Bucky holds you up by the hips.

“Come on, pretty girl. Don’t pass out yet. You want this cum, don’t ya? Where do you want it?” His rhythm quickens, letting you know he’s close.

“Your mouth? Your pussy? Your back? Maybe I’ll flip you over and cum all over the front of your pussy and stomach.” Your cunt clenches with the last option. Bucky laughs.

“Fuck, I felt that. Pretty little pussy wants me to cum all over you? Alright baby. Whatever you want.” He grabs your hips and flips you over. Your body relaxes into the pillows, eyes slipping closed, no longer needing to hold yourself up. He slams his cock back into you, your back arching so hard you’re surprised you don’t break it. He’s got your legs up to your chest, has you practically folded in half. He thrusts into you a few more times, panting and muttering nothings about your pussy, your face, your body, just you in general.

He takes his cock out, leaving you whining at your empty pussy. He shushes you, as you can hear the slick wet sounds of his hand jerking his cock. It’s your fault his dick makes those sounds, your slick pussy juices covering his cock, it makes you proud in a way.

You open your eyes just in time to watch Bucky’s hips stutter as you see and feel his hot cum covering you. It’s sinful, the thick off-white substance decorating your stomach.

Bucky stares at you in awe, tits perked up, eyes glazed over. He bends over to grab his phone, wanting to capture this moment for himself and maybe the boys.

Your eyes catch that familiar bright light, giving you an idea. Your fingers dip down, swiping over your stomach and collecting the sticky white substance, before quickly popping your fingers into your mouth. You suck on your fingers before looking up at the camera and smiling widely.

Bucky stifles a moan, managing to catch that all on video. His cock gets hard again just from that.

He saves the video and tosses his phone aside.

“Fuck, not a virgin anymore.” You nod.

Bucky just gave you your first time, and he’s already decided it won’t be the last.

You'd only ever dreamt about this, much different from how it actually was. You'd seen Bucky in your classes and then rushed back to your dorm to take a cold shower to try and wash yourself away from your sinful thoughts.

They never stayed far.

Not when he smelled so good, looked even better, and had the voice of an angel.

Especially not now, with his cock down your throat, stretching past your tonsils in a way you'd never imagined. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. You didn't understand it, didn't have the time, when his hand cupped the back of your head, and he bucked his hips into your mouth.

Not when a light flashed, you looked up confused, the camera catching the perfect moment of your mascara-stained cheeks, glossy eyes, and your mouth wrapped around Bucky's cock.

You pulled off quickly with a slick pop, "Bucky? What're you doing?" You wiped your mouth and eyes with the back of your hand.

"Nothing, sweet cheeks, just wanna remember this, okay?" You nodded nervously, tongue sticking out to lick his tip, salty and sour, and something strangely Bucky filled your mouth.

That bright light was back on you, but this time you squished your eyes closed, dropped your head down and tried to hide. Bucky laughed, grabbing your jaw and pulling you up to look at him and that bright camera light.

"Say ahh, princess." You stuck your tongue out for him, he drops your jaw and wraps his hand around his cock, smacking it against your tongue.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. You like taking this cock? Like having that clean mouth turned all slutty?" You nod sheepishly, lifting yourself on your heels to take it back in your mouth.

Bucky obliges, light still bright, but you're slowly moving up and down on his cock, puffing your cheeks and sucking them in at random times, pretending that you know what you’re doing.

“But you’re not like any of these dirty college sluts, huh, baby? You’re a good girl. Poor thing doesn’t even know how to suck cock.”

Your cheeks flush, not sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Your friends always made fun of how innocent and inexperienced you were, but when you told Bucky you were a virgin, you heard his groan and saw his cock swell.

“My pretty little virgin. I’m gonna take real good care of you, sweets. Gonna teach you how to be a real lady.” He laughs as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat. He’s way bigger than you’d ever imagined, although you’d never seen a real one before. But Bucky’s gotta be way above average.

"Fuck baby, you gonna let me use that sweet pussy later? I bet she's begging for this cock, making a mess through those cute panties all over my truck floor. Can practically smell her from here."

Your body shivers, the ache and heat in your core rising to your cheeks. You don't answer Bucky's question, too busy spreading your spit over his cock to think.

"Fuck sweet cheeks, I'm gonna cum soon. You gonna swallow it? Gonna let me use that sweet mouth for my cum? Better swallow every drop. I'm not giving you this just to spit it out."

You nod as well as you can while taking his cock. His hips jerk, his hand finds the back of your head again, holding you a little too harshly, but his hips keep bucking into your mouth, his cock going even deeper. He hits the back of your throat, you gag so hard tears fill your eyes and even more saliva drips from your mouth. The way your throat squeezes him when you gag has Bucky unravelling in seconds.

"Fuckshit- I'm gonna cum, fuck. Be a good girl and, fuckin, take it. FUCK!" Bucky shouts, orgasm hitting him hard as hot thick liquid slides down your throat. You swallow as best as you can, trying to ignore the salty, bitter taste.

He uses your mouth slowly, using your hair to pull you up and down to ride out his orgasm. He finally pulls you off, lips red and sloppy, glittery lipgloss long gone.

"Didja swallow it all? Lemme see doll." Bucky holds your chin as you open your mouth, sticking his thumb in your mouth. You move your tongue to show him your mouth is empty. He grins, proud of you. You close your mouth and lick your lips.

"Uhm. Thank you, thank you, Bucky." You look at him with your big doe eyes.

"Fuck." You are going to be the death of him.

"What?" You look at him, worried, confused, nervous.

"You're coming back to my dorm with me. We're not done. Get that pretty ass up to the front."

You listen, your heart pounding because Bucky Barnes, the hottest guy on campus, just let you suck his dick, and now he’s taking you to his dorm? the man of your dreams?

He zips up his jeans and gets out of the side of the truck, fixing his clothes and letting the smell of sex air out.

He jumps back into the driver's seat, seeing you curled up small in his passenger seat.

His hand finds your chin naturally, pulling you to look at him. "Come on, sweet cheeks," He plants a small kiss on your lips and your forehead.

He pulls out onto the road, hand on your thigh under your slutty borrowed dress, fiddling with the ruffles on your cutesy pink underwear.

FAWKKKKJ 😫😫😫 YES LORD. i thought of this in the middle of my 5k word bucky smut and just had to type it all out. if you enjoyed this PLEASE send me an ask so I can keep these coming. I love fratboy Bucky

You lock eyes with each other, his gaze follows the little girl standing next to you, and you can see the wave of relief wash over him.

“Winnie!” He shouts, quickly walking towards you. The little girl stops babbling, turning to see him.

“Look teacher! It’s daddy!” She shouts, as the man approaches you.

“Winnie girl! What were you thinking disappearing like that? You almost gave daddy a heart attack!”

You stand up and smile gently at the panicked man in front of you. “Hi there! You must be Winnie’s dad. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m her daycare teacher.” He drops the box he’s carrying, scoops up the little girl, and hugs her tightly as she giggles and squirms in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I hope she wasn’t bothering you! She likes to wander off a lot.” He laughs, still shaken up. He brings the little girl back, looking her in the eyes and shaking a finger in her face.

“Winnifred Barnes. I sure hope you weren’t bothering your nice teacher.” She giggles, babbling nonsense while you laugh,

“No, sir, not at all! Don’t worry about it. I love seeing my kids in public.”

He sticks out his hand to shake yours. “I’m James, James Barnes, but most people call me Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles, his shoulders finally relaxing, letting his little girl play with his facial hair.

“I haven’t gotten around to picking up just yet because I’m usually working late. It’s mainly my ex-wife or my best friend who comes to grab her. I’m sorry she interrupted your shopping!” You note the nickname, knowing you’ll probably only ever refer to him as ‘Mr Barnes.’

“It’s no worries at all! I didn’t get to see her sweet face today so I was wondering how she was!”

He laughs. “Oh yeah, we both over slept this morning so I took her out for a daddy-daughter date. We’re supposed to be grabbing stuff for dinner, but little miss here likes to disappear and bother the nice, pretty lady who she sees almost every day!” He tickles Winnie as he laughs heartily, and you ignore the redness of your cheeks at the fact that one of your daycare dads called you pretty.

You actually take a good look at him, his menacing aura wearing off now that he’s found his girl. His eyes are a stunning icy blue, he’s got dark medium length hair, showing off his striking facial features, a short shaven beard framing his face. And there’s just something about him that makes you curious, something about him that makes you wish you could talk longer, get to know him more, and maybe get into his pants. You shake the thought from your head.

“It’s okay Mr Barnes! No worries.”

He smiles, bending down to pick up the box he dropped. “I’ll let you get back to your shopping.” He says kindly, turning around while his little girl babbles about everything and nothing.

BORDER

It’s not until weeks later that you’d see him again. Always doing hand off with Winnie’s mom or his best friend.

It’s a few minutes after closing time, and the streets are quiet, except for the soft pattering of rain. The center is dark and almost completely closed. You’re sitting in the front, reading Winnie a book and checking your watch religiously. You hear the rumble of an engine as you see a large black SUV pull into the parking lot.

“Winnie! Daddy’s here!” You say excitedly, the little girl squealing and running to grab her coat.

You finish getting Winnie ready, putting her coat and backpack on and setting the book down. You scoop up the little toddler in your arms as you wait by the door, watching her dad run through the parking lot, nearly slipping in the puddles. His white dress shirt is getting soaked in the rain. If he were out there any longer, it might become see-through, not that you would mind that at all.

“Hey, Mr Barnes!” You smile at him warmly, the cold, wet air sending chills down your spine.

“Hey doll! I’m so so sorry I’m late!! My ex wife is out of town, Steve got called into work, and my meeting ran late. I’m so sorry! How much do I owe you?” He asks frantically, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. You ignore the way your heart tugs with the pet name, he’s a daycare dad, leave it be.

You stop him gently, passing the sleepy but wired little girl into his arms. “No worries, Mr Barnes. It’s the first time. I’ll let you off with a warning.” You giggle softly. A rush of relief washes over him, he thanks you and you watch as he runs across the parking lot, shielding his little girl from the rain drops.

You ignore the way your brain tells you that you have a crush on him, he’s a daycare dad and you’re not getting involved in that.

But Winnie is so precious, truly the sweetest little girl, and her dad is so fine. You can’t help but be attracted to him, you’d even talked to some of your coworkers about the dads of the kids, and Mr Barnes was always at the top of your list.

You stop yourself there, gathering your keys and umbrella and locking the door. Leaving the worries of daycare for the next day.

BORDER

A few more weeks go by, and you see James a few times at pick up or drop off. It’s not like he’s coming just to see you, but it feels like every time you see him, your conversations get longer. Asking how his daughter is doing, if she’s eating well, napping well, and if she's behaving.

Normal daycare dad questions.

Normal daycare dad behavior.

Not normal when you catch him staring at you, the way your oversized sweatshirt is falling from your shoulder, or the way your leggings squeeze your ass when you bend down to pick up a dropped toy.

Not normal when you’re out at the bar, relaxing after a stressful week, and catch him staring at you from across the bar.

Not normal when you end up in the seat next to him.

In his car.

In his house.

In his bed.

You two are a tangled mess of limbs, passion and fury being passed back and forth. He’d carried you out of the bar through the rainy parking lot. He’d taken you home in his car, pulled you into the house, and smashed his lips into yours the second the door closed.

He’d barely even locked the front door, hadn’t even given you a chance to get your shoes off, before he had you pinned against the door, hands all over you, and panted breaths against your skin.

“Fuck doll- I want you.” He mumbles into your skin, kissing your neck and collarbones, his hands trailing from your hips to your thighs, finally to your ass, where he massaged gently.

You moan softly at his lips and breath on your skin. “James- please,” You whine softly.

He bends down on one knee, kneeling before you. He gently picks up your foot, setting it on his knee as he fiddles and fusses with the tiny buckles on your heels. He pulls the dainty shoes off your feet one at a time, setting them by the door with care.

He stands back up, delivering a kiss on your lips. He squats carefully, arms wrapping around you as he picks you up gently, one arm cradling your ass as he squeezes it.

It’s unbelievably hot, the way he moves you around however he pleases.

Both hands find your ass while he carries you to the bedroom, you trail kisses from his jaw to his neck, where you place gentle kisses from your lips and little nibbles from your teeth. You catch the way his breath catches in his chest.

He sets you gently on the bed, as if you would break with one sudden movement. His fingers go to unbutton his shirt when he catches your eye.

“You want this, right?” His eyes are hungry, with a layer of care. “Say the word doll, and I’ll stop now and drive you home. We never have to speak about this again.”

You shuffle off the bed quickly, helping him unbutton his shirt. “I want this James, I want you.” You breathe out softly, catching the way his chest swells with pride.

With your help, he finally takes his white dress shirt off, moving to put you back on the bed, but you stop him. You turn him around so he’s sitting on the end, and make quick work of his black slacks.

“Doll, you don’t have to do all that-“ He starts before you cut him off.

You’ve already made it through the zipper of his pants and are trying to work at pulling his underwear down.

“I don’t have to, I want to.” You say excitedly. He nods nervously, lifting his hips and letting you pull his pants halfway down his legs.

With his underwear out of the way, his cock presents itself, nearly smacking his hard abs once it’s free. Large, girthy, veiny, exactly what you’d expected from all the nights you spent fantasizing about him.

You put one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock as you pump him slowly. His tip is already shiny with precum while you stare at, admire his cock.

You pause, gathering saliva in your mouth before spitting it directly on his cock.

That catches his attention (as if you didn’t already have it.) You swirl your hand around him and use your spit to lube up his cock.

You give the tip a small lick, testing the waters. Your eyes meet his, where he’s staring at you slack jawed.

“This might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen doll.” He says, amazed at the sight of you on your knees for him. He’s taking it all in. He takes a mental picture of this moment because he doesn’t want to pull his phone out and scare you off.

You take him in your mouth slowly, letting it stretch your mouth at a snails pace. You’re taking your time with it, letting him enjoy it. Not that you could tell he hadn’t had some attention in awhile, but he wasn’t exactly radiating “sexually satisfied.”

When your mouth bottoms out on his cock, his hand quickly moves to the back of your head, resting it gently, almost holding you back from taking all of him. You move up, so only the tip is in your mouth before moving back down, pace speeding up.

His hand is constant on the back of your head, never pushing or pulling, just resting. You hit the bottom once again, gagging on his length as you deepthroat him.

“Fuck doll, focus on the tip, you don’t gotta go all the way down. Just like- fuck just like that.” He moans as you listen to his instructions.

He’s being too gentle with you, you want him to break you. So you pause, mouth still on the tip but your movements frozen. You suck hard, listening to his groans. You brush his hand off, gathering your hair up into a ponytail before wildly waving for his hand. Once he gets the message he plants it at the base, grabbing the hair close to your head. You wrap your hand around his, pushing your head down and pulling it up.

“No honey, I can’t. I don’t want hurt you.” He speaks softly.

You pull your mouth of his cock with a wet pop. “That’s what I fucking want James. I’m not made of glass.”

His eyes widen at your attitude, but he still can’t do that to you.

“You didn’t even have to give me a blowjob baby. I wanted to slam my dick into your pussy the second I saw you at the bar. Hell- I’d’ve been fine if you told me to eat you out and drive you home.” He smiles to himself.

“I want you to feel good, doll.” those words flip a switch inside you.

No man had ever treated you with such respect. They only cared about feeling good. No one had ever looked at you with such admiration, the way Bucky did. He only cared about your pleasure and disregarded his own.

You were so making this more than a one night stand.

You quickly get up, shoving him back on the bed. He’s half clothed, pants and underwear halfway down his legs, but you still have your dress and everything else on. You bend down slowly to take your panties off, trying to put on a little show before you climb up and straddle him.

He lets you take control, turned on by your determination. He scoots more towards the center of the bed, kicking his clothes off as he goes. You sit down on his lap, staring at him with big eyes as he lies down. He’s got one hand on your leg, one bent behind his head. He’s looks fucking sexy, and you want him inside you right now.

Your pussy is soaked, you probably left a puddle on the floor while sucking him off, and in the passenger seat of his car. Hell, you probably left one on the barstool you were sitting at when you first saw him in the bar.

He watches your every movement, studying you.

You place your hands on his shoulders, lifting off your knees to rub your aching hole over the tip of his cock.

“Shit! Hold on baby,” He stops you. “Thought you wanted to kiss some more or something, I got condoms, I’ll grab them-“

“No.” You state defiantly.

“Doll, what?” He asks, stunned.

“Sorry- I mean. Fuck- I’m clean, I got tested last month, and I’m on birth control. Are you clean? Fuck, James, I just want you so bad.”

His mouth opens and shuts a few times, like a fish out of water, before nodding fervently.

“Yes, baby, I’m clean, I promise. But are you sure?” His eyes are full of worry and lust.

You ignore his question, moving back to grinding your soaking pussy over his spit-covered dick. Letting the tip catch on your entrance and clit, grinding harder at the delicious pressure it brings.

His head is thrown back again, moaning and panting at your ministrations.

“Fuck this. Can’t wait any longer.” You mumble, reaching behind you to grab the base of his cock, inserting the tip and grinding your hips in a circle.

“Fuck baby” he mumbles out. “You’re so fucking tight and wet and warm.” He groans, cock barely into your pussy and he’s acting like he’s about to cum.

“I don’t know how long I can last doll, haven’t had pussy this good in awhile.”

You giggle softly, letting him know that you don’t care. “I just want your cock inside of me, doesn’t matter how long.”

He throws his head back. “You have such a dirty mouth, huh baby? Just want my big cock to fuck up your insides? Naughty girl.” He teases, eyes widening at the way your cunt clenches when he mocks you.

“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you?” You nod sheepishly, almost embarrassed.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweets.” He holds your chin, making you look at him. “Use me for your pleasure. doll. I’m all yours.”

Your eyes lock into his, taking in his breath-taking beauty.

“Don't even think about rushing yourself. I want you to feel good.” He murmurs, thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow circles.

You match his pace, circling your hips a few more times, biting your lip, and whining. You sit farther up on your knees, reaching back to spread your ass and pussy lips apart. Without warning, you sink down quickly, taking his entire cock in your pussy. You both nearly scream at the sensation, pleasure hitting you like a freight train.

It nearly brings tears to your eyes, the way his tip kisses your cervix in a way that you can feel in your stomach. You’re moaning loudly, covering his desperate pants.

“Slow baby, don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He speaks to you gently, hands cupping your hips.

“I’m not made of glass James.” You laugh breathily, letting yourself adjust to his size. You roll your hips and press his hand onto your clit, wanting him to rub it harder.

His thumb increases pressure, giving you better friction and the delicious rise of your orgasm. “Well, I know, doll, but-“

“But what? I’m so young and inexperienced?” You laugh, teasing him for the fact he’s over a decade older than you. He almost blushes, but stops when you reach for the bottom of your dress, pulling it off over your head.

You hadn’t worn a bra, so once your dress was off your tits bounced and swayed. He was nearly drooling, engrossed by your entire body.

“You like what you see, Mr Barnes?” His eyes darken, flicking up to yours. The icy blue is taken over by something deeper, need, want, lust, a primal animal need.

“Say that again,” he growls out, hands holding your hips with bruising pressure.

“Mr Barnes,” You breathe out, leaning forward on your hands to raise yourself to the top of his cock. “Fuck- ‘S so big.” You whine out.

“Fuck doll.” He groans, hips bucking up into yours.

“Your cock! Mr Barnes, gonna split me in half!”

It brings you both a different pleasure you hadn’t felt before. So you continue.

Your hips messily go up and down as his thrusts up into yours, bouncing your body with every thrust. He’s got one hand bruising your hip, and the other is groping your tits, pinching your nipples, and massaging them.

You quickly find a rhythm, bodies working like they’d always known each other.

Your legs are aching, barely holding you up. He notices, letting you lean towards him, he sucks on your tits as you both slow your pace. It gives him something else to focus on besides his orgasm that’s rising embarrassingly quickly. He sucks purple marks into your tits, switching between each nipple to give equal attention.

Your legs are about to give out, so he brings you down to his chest, his arms wrap around you as you bury your face into his neck and your hands in your hair. You’re biting, kissing, pulling, doing whatever you can to feel good. His hips resume their punishing pace, bullying your cervix as he thrusts up into you.

“Fuck, your pussy’s choking me baby. She like this cock drilling deep inside ya? This what you needed? You always seem exhausted when I see you, hon. Needed a big dick to come reset your system?”

All you can do is moan, whining and mumbling nothing into his ear. You’re limp on top of him, and your brain is mush. His hips twitch, and his arms tighten.

“I’m gonna cum sweetheart- fuck baby.”

You barley manage to snap back into your own head, moaning out a weak “inside”

He almost cums right there, hips jerking and freezing. “You sure baby?”

You nod into his neck. “Pleaseee,” you whine out. “Wanna feel it, want Mr Barnes to fill you up.

Bucky thrusts a few more times before shoving his hips hard into yours and burying his cock deep inside you. Those simple words have him cumming hard.

“Fffuck! I’m cumming baby, fuck take it all!” He moans, holding you tightly as his cock twitches and pumps his seed into you.

You both lay there, fucked out and lifeless.

You finally get the strength to turn slightly, kissing his neck to get his attention.

“This won’t make things complicated, will it?” You ask him softly, anxious, with bated breath.

“I’m professional. I can keep business and life separate.” He kisses your forehead gently. “But I don’t want you to be business.”

Your heart swells. “Really?”

“Really, sweets.” He kisses you again, hands roaming your body.

You lay there together, nearly falling asleep before he speaks.

“You didn’t get to cum, did you? I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, kissing his cheek. “No, but it’s fine. I don’t expect it.”

He nearly growls, flipping you on to your back.

“Are you fuckin serious, sweetheart? What do you mean you don’t expect it?”

“Well, I just- never been with anyone who takes my pleasure into consideration.”

Bucky looks like he could kill any man you’ve ever been with with his bare hands. “I’m gonna change that, today.”

You watch as his eyes rake over your body, trailing down to your abused pussy where his cum leaks from. Your lips are puffy, clit red and needy, your hole clenches around nothing and forces out some of his cum. He looks like a man who hasn’t eaten in three days, and your pussy is the finest meal on the planet.

“Now this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, look at this gorgeous pussy.”

He watched the way you flitted around the office.

He watched the way you smiled at him in the break room, or in his office, or in the stairwell.

He watched the way you listened carefully to his every instruction and carried them out perfectly, never making a mistake.

He watched the way you fixed your clothes when you were nervous, straightening the hem of your skirt and smoothing out invisible wrinkles on your shirt.

He watched the way you tapped your nails on your desk when you were thinking really hard, methodically and rhythmically. Not in an annoying way, but in a cute, endearing way.

He watched the way you tied your hair up when you were about to be busy, or do a large task he’d assigned you to. A specific way every single time. Never changing. Like your coffee order, and how every Wednesday you brought in yours, with a little treat, and something extra for him.

Bucky just liked to watch you.

You were extremely young, too young for him, and he was too old for you.

But that didn’t stop him from watching.

Watching the way you bent at the waist to grab a pen you dropped or to fix your tights, your ass was practically on display for the whole office.

The way you’d lean over his shoulder to look at whatever he was working on, your tits mere inches away from his face, while asking if he needed any help.

The way you applied and reapplied your pretty lipstick throughout the day, always pulling out a cutesy little pocket mirror and taking a few extra seconds to admire yourself.

And for everything he noticed about you, there was something you missed about him.

He loved how oblivious you were.

When you peered over his shoulder, your tits practically smacked him in the face while his cock was at full stand. You never saw it, if you did, you never said anything.

How he’d brush his hand against your lower back when passing each other.

He would notice you wore a cute outfit one day, and you’d be called into his office at least five extra times for “status reports,” so he could stare at your figure and imagine you kneeling instead of standing in front of him.

He wondered if you’d fix your lipstick before going down on him. Leaving pretty little kiss prints all over his cock.

Or maybe you’d leave them on his neck, the shirt of his collar like some office harlot.

Or maybe he’d leave something on your neck, deep purple hickeys, you’d have to wear a scarf to cover them, maybe a turtleneck in the middle of summer.

His cock was already rock hard just from watching you, but now the tent in his pants was incredibly noticeable. He’d like to call you into his office just to fuck you on his desk, rough and rugged, treating you like a fucking sex toy.

But he’d have to be gentle with you, you were so innocent. He’d heard office chatter about how you’d never had a boyfriend before, and god did the thought of that just make his boner even worse.

“Hey, Mr. Barnes?” A gentle knock and voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Bucky quickly shuffled in his chair, trying to look somewhat busy.

“Uh, come in!” He watched the door handle turn slowly and the door creep open as you poked your head inside.

“Hi, Mr. Barnes, uh. I was wondering if I could talk to you?” You sounded extremely serious. Maybe you needed his help on a project, or maybe you could help him with the “project” in his pants.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He snapped himself out of his thoughts, motioning for you to come in and to shut the door.

“I was just wondering, uh, could I have the afternoon off?”

He raised an eyebrow at your request, watching how you played with the hem of your skirt like you always did when you were anxious.

“For what? You know it’s very unprofessional to be asking this.” It’s very unprofessional the way he wants to bend you over and fuck you until you’re crying, but whatever. Maybe you have a date with a guy who would just make you cry, so then Bucky could comfort your tears with little kisses and his cock.

“Well, you see, my best friend surprised me. She came back in town to visit me, and I would like to go see her. I totally understand! I do understand how this is unprofessional, but I can come in early tomorrow! Or I can do something else, it would just really mean a lot to me, sir!”

Bucky thinks for a moment. He knows he can’t give you special treatment, but what are the chances someone else were to find out? Not very likely, and if you came in early tomorrow, there’d be fewer people in the office, which would give him a better chance to fuck you and help you work on the project due next week.

“Sure. Go ahead, doll. Just come in early tomorrow, okay?”

Your eyes light up with excitement. “Are you serious, sir! Oh my goodness. Thank you so much!!” You’re practically dancing with glee. You thank him again before running out of his office to gather your things.

Bucky packs up his things. He’s always the last to leave. After you left for the afternoon, his day became tediously boring, so he decided to head to the bar for a drink or two.

His eyes were soon locked on the TV, nursing his glass of whiskey at the bar top. The scene was lively and not necessarily Bucky’s taste, but it distracted him from his thoughts.

That was until he saw a glimpse of your hair and a tiny sparkly dress from across the room.

It was like his mind was playing tricks on him, until you were chatting up the bartender, not even a foot away from him, ordering a fruity little drink that totally matched you.

Your eyes wandered across the room, landing on your boss with sparkles in your eyes that match your dress. It’s a short, tight little thing, leaving nothing to the imagination. Bucky had never imagined you in something like this, but now it’s all he can think of.

“Mr. Barnes! What are you doing here?” You giggled, touching his arm slightly.

“Just having a drink, doll. I had a long day.”

Your bottom lip jutted out in a sad pout. “I’m sorry, boss! I could’ve stayed later!”

He shook his head. “No doll, it’s okay. I thought you were here with your friend?”

You cock your head, trying to think in your tipsy state.

“Oh yeah! She’s over there!” You point across the bar. He faintly makes out the shape of a redheaded woman making out with someone he can’t even see.

“She found some candy, so I’ve been dancing!” You giggle, your baby hairs sticking to your skin near your temples.

“Well, you look like you’ve been having fun, doll.” Bucky smiles at you as the bartender hands you your drink. You take a sip, your body shivers at the burning taste of liquor down your throat.

“Lots of fun! Did you know you’re the best boss ever?”

Bucky is amused by your comment. “Is that so?”

“Well, duh! You’re the nicest like ever!”

Bucky laughs. None of his other employees had the same opinion. You only did because he wanted you so bad. He was so down bad for you, had you been older or him younger, he would’ve already snatched you up before another guy could even breathe in your direction.

“I’m glad you think that doll.”

“And you’re like- really handsome.” Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Like in a- yeah, just handsome.” You giggle, sipping your drink.

It’s not long before you’re in the seat next to him, practically falling into his lap the way you lean in to talk to him. The noise of the bar is polluting your conversation. Even so, Bucky leans back ever so slightly just so you can lean in more, so he can smell the delicious fruity perfume you always wear, so that maybe you’ll fall right into his lap. Your friend has either moved on to another victim or has taken her first somewhere more private. You didn’t care about her anymore. All you cared about was the strikingly hot and gorgeous man in front of you, the buzz in your head, and the heat in your legs.

“You going to be able to make it in tomorrow?” Bucky laughs.

“Oh yeah, of course, sir!” Bucky closes his eyes and takes a long sip of his drink, willing the blood and hormones out of his dick and brain.

But he can’t.

You’d never called him sir before. He didn’t know you’d been raised so proper and polite, so innocent and so easy to corrupt.

His body is reacting quickly, and his brain is faster than a hormonal teenage boy.

Bucky is snapped out of his thoughts when your hands trail down his forearms, his chest, and his biceps, even brushing over his Adam’s apple with your perfectly manicured nails.

“You really are sooo handsome, Mr. Barnes.” You giggle out, fingers flitting over his body.

He stiffens, wanting to grab your face and smash it into his, but he doesn’t know how’d you react.

“Thanks, doll.” He smiles at you, entire body tense, awkwardly holding himself back from dragging you into the nearest bathroom and fucking you on the sink.

Bucky feels his shirt collar being tugged on, not able to process it before your lips are on his. Bold and advantageous, the way you kiss him. It’s sloppy, and it’s inexperienced, but he can barely hold back the thoughts of teaching you how to kiss a real man. He holds you gently, fingers aching to show you exactly what he wants. But he’s finally getting his chance, and he’s not messing it up.

“Uhm, doll. What was that for?” He eyes your face after you pull back, looking for any sign of anything.

“I don’t know. Just thought it’d be fun! Here! Let’s take a picture!” You grin, pulling out your cell phone.

Bucky is wildly confused. Sure, he’s old, but he’s not that old. You fiddle with your phone for a second, pulling up a camera and trying to squish yourself next to him to fit in the frame, and he gives an awkward smile to your camera. You grin with all your teeth before snapping it.

He watched as you slipped your phone back into your bra, noticing the snug lace that hides behind sparkles but hugs your chest in an oh-so-perfect way that he can only be jealous of.

“You’re really cool, Mr. B!” you giggle, “Did you know something?”

The way you giggle at everything is infectious. He hears it throughout the office during the day, and he wonders if you’d giggle like that while he’s whispering awful things into your ear. “Know what, doll?” He leans even closer to you, large body covering your small frame.

“That was my first kiss!” You giggle like a child holding a secret.

Bucky’s eyes widened. When he’d heard the rumors about you being innocent, he didn’t expect you to be that innocent.

“Really?” You nod, back to flitting on your phone.

Bucky’s chest tightens. The line of professionalism has been severely crossed, but he’s about to make a full circle and cross it again.

“So you’ve never done anything? Nothing?” He watches the shake of your head, hair, and jewelry moving wildly.

“No, sir! I’ve been waiting for someone special. Someone kind of like you, maybe. You really are super cool.”

Bucky’s about to burst through his pants in the middle of the bar.

He can see the line of professionalism in his sight again, about to make a full circle and cross it again. If the company found out, he’d be totally fucking screwed.

But fuck it.

“Hey doll, wanna get out of here?”

“Hmmm?” You tilt your head.

“Just somewhere quieter. It’s getting hard to hear you.”

You laugh a little, making a joke about how he’s just so old he can’t hear anything. Bucky laughs with you, embarrassment pooling in his stomach deep under the layers of lust, wanton desire, and pure carnal need.

You nod, your ditsy smile infectious. You follow as he leads the way towards the back of the bar. You follow closely, tripping over your heels in your drunken stupor. Bucky hears the clattering of your shoes, turning around just before you face-plant into his chest. He quickly scoops you up in his arms.

“You okay, princess?” He bites his tongue as you giggle at the name he slips out. He didn’t mean to, but you seem to like it.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sir. Just clumsy.” He knew that, he knew that very well. The way you dropped almost everything while walking by any desk, and how you bent over to pick it up in a way that showed all of your legs and even the bottom of your ass cheeks, and if he was lucky, a perfect view of the little lacy underwear you thoughtfully picked out each morning, to match your bra, no doubt. How many times has Bucky walked by and had to force self-restraint to not grab a handful? Too many.

He sets you up right, hands going to fix your dress, but not wanting to overstep, even though he was far past that point.

Your dress was still sparkling in the dim light coming from somewhere else. It was dark and shady where you were, a perfect place for Bucky to take advantage of the situation and fuck you right here.

“You feeling alright, princess?” He lets it slip intentionally this time, watching the glee in your eyes at the cute name.

“I’m okay. Maybe tired. How are you, Mr. B?”

“I’m fine, doll, just worried you’d been drinking too much with the way you’re acting.”

Your eyes meet his in confusion. “What way?”

“Doll, you kissed me not even five minutes ago. I’m your boss.”

He expects you to be embarrassed, to watch your rosy cheeks become redder, but your expression never changes.

“Well, duh, I kissed you. I really wanted to!”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky teases, his cock aching against his tight pants.

“Yeah, can, can I have another? I really liked it.” That’s when he watches you blush, over asking for something as simple as a kiss. (from your boss, of course, but he didn’t care.)

His hand cups under your chin, tilting you up to look at him. His eyes catch yours in a you sure about this? and he can’t read a single thing on your face except the fact that your pupils are practically hearts.

He presses your lips to yours gently, trying to carefully lead you and teach you. But you’re not following very well. You’re doing whatever the hell you want to. You’re letting your hands card through his hair, or grope his muscles and chest through his shirt. Bucky doesn’t mind. Not in the slightest. But he would like to go somewhere much more private.

You pull back from the kiss, lips sloppy and spit-covered. Your pretty pink lip gloss is smeared everywhere, but your smile shows you don’t have a care in the world.

Bucky reaches for your hand, starting to weave through the maze of people in the crowded bar.

At some point, you collide with another guest, a short man with a tall ego. He starts to scream and yell at you, but stops shortly.

You missed the way Bucky’s face gave him the meanest scowl. If looks could kill, that was a deadman right there.

Bucky eventually leads you to the parking lot, where there are potholes, uneven ground, and grayish-brownish puddles. You almost walk straight into one, probably would’ve fallen face-first if Bucky hadn’t stopped you.

He scoops you up with one arm, the other checking his pockets for his keys.

You make it to his car, where he opens your door and sets you gently in your seat. He even goes to buckle your seatbelt before you laugh and push his hands away.

He shuts your door and crosses over to the driver's seat.

Your big doe eyes are staring him down, pleading behind them, but he didn’t know exactly what.

Well, he did. He just wanted you to ask for it. He wanted you to beg him for another kiss.

“Yes, Doll?”

“I want you. ”

His jaw almost drops. “Excuse me? What’d you say?”

“I said,” you start, moving up to your knees and leaning on the console, using your body movements to punctuate your point. “I. Want. You.”

Bucky’s pants were about to burst at the seams with how hard he was.

“Baby girl, you told me you’re a virgin. I’m not taking that from you while you’re drunk. Hell! I’m your fucking boss! If HR even thinks something is going on, I could be in a whole world-“ He’s cut off by your glossy lips pressed against his. You’re still learning how to kiss, so he lets you lead.

Even after his little rant.

Even after he knows he’s in for a whole world of trouble.

Because after that, you’re climbing over into his seat and sitting all pretty, perched on his lap.

“I want you, James.” You grinned, spit covering your lips and liquor clouding your eyes.

Bucky throws his head back, groaning loudly. “Call me that again, and I’ll take you right here in my fucking car.”

You grin. “Please, James? Please, sir?”

And that’s Bucky’s final straw, his hands finally grab your face in a way that’s anything but gentle. Leaning into the sloppy way that you kiss but making it needier, hornier, all around dirtier.

“You’re so fucking lucky my windows are tinted. How do you want it, princess? You wanna ride me up here or have me fuck you over the console in the back?” Your eyes stare blankly. Shit, that should not have made his cock twitch the way it did.

He was going to fucking ruin you.

“You sure you want this princess? You say the word, and I’ll forget everything that happened tonight and never speak of it again.

Your head shakes violently. “I want this. Please James. Give it to me.”

His cock twitches again. You barely even know what you’re asking for.

“I’ll start off slowly. For you, pretty girl.” His charming smile with a hint of something sinister behind it gleams in your eye.

Bucky’s hands trail under your dress, resting on your hips and feeling the thin, tiny lace of your panties. He gives you a look to let you know that you can touch him, too, but you’re not sure where. Your hands settle on his chest.

His hands roam your body, the flesh hand trailing up to your chest, squeezing your perfect tits through the sequins and sparkles.

His metal hand sends shivers down your spine as it travels closer to the heat between your legs. Metal fingertips dance across your skin, through your panties, and right where you need him most.

A whine escapes from your lips as you grind against his hand. He almost laughs to himself at the way you are oblivious to what you’re doing. The way you shamelessly hump his metal hand when he’s not even near your clit, your body just moving on instinct.

“You like that, pretty girl? Like using my hand just for your pleasure?” You nod, hips jerking whatever way feels best.

He gently holds your hips with his flesh hand, cupping your pussy with the metal one. You whine at the feeling, pressure, and fire building in your gut.

You’re getting off on simply humping his hand, whining and panting like a damn dog. And Bucky is so unbelievably hard, he just wants to pull his cock and slam into your pussy.

But you’re not ready, far from it.

The windows are fogging up the same way your eyes are clouded over.

“Mmph, feels- feels so good, Buck.” You whine out, eyes scrunching together in pure ecstasy.

“Yeah, princess? You gonna cum just from my hand? I’ve barely even touched you.” You nod furiously, whining and hips moving faster than Bucky can guide you.

Your orgasm hits you without warning, hips jerking as your head is thrown back. Your moans could practically be heard over the music in the bar, but it’s all going straight to Bucky’s dick.

“Fuck princess, fuck. I fucking need-“ Bucky cuts himself off, watching your face carefully. Your chest is heaving, eyes foggy and glossy, tears slowly welling.

“Princess, you okay?” A small nod from you. “Just too much for a little baby, huh? It’s okay, princess, we’ll take it slow.”

Bucky forgot how sensitive you would be. Of course, you’d be overwhelmed and crying over an orgasm. It was probably your first ever. He brought you closer to his chest, cradling you softly and delivering soft kisses to your forehead.

As you came down from your high, your entire body calmed, except for the ache between your legs. You felt empty, even though you didn’t even know what it felt like to be full. You slowly grinded on Bucky, trying to give him any signal that you wanted to continue, but he wouldn’t take it.

“You want something, princess? You gotta ask for it.” He took your chin in his jaw, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lip. “Be a big girl.”

“I want you.” You mumbled out.

“Want me to what, doll?”

You mumble out in specific, whining that Bucky is trying to make you talk. He keeps urging you to speak.

“Please don’t make me say it!” Tears of embarrassment fill your eyes as your cheeks redden. “It’s dirty! It’s embarrassing!”

Bucky shakes his head, “Then I guess I’ll just have to take you home-“

“No!” You shout, louder than you planned. “Mr. Barnes, I want- I want your cock!” You spit out, you’d never said anything so dirty. Your eyes lock into his. “Please, sir?”

Bucky truly was ruining you, taking your innocence and ruining you for any other man.

But each dirty word went straight to his cock.

But you’d asked so nicely, even said please.

Who was he to deny you?

He lifted you off his lap slightly, reaching to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. He kept his underwear on for a second. He knew you weren’t quite ready yet.

“Here, princess.” Bucky shoves two fingers into your mouth. It’s not like your pussy needs any extra moisture. You’re absolutely soaking, a wet spot forming from where you’re sitting on his lap. But he wants to see how good you’d suck his dick.

You sloppily cover his fingers, drooling all over yourself the way you try to cover them. Tongue sliding over, under, in between.

Bucky doesn’t even try to imagine your mouth on his cock, he might cum in his pants right there.

Once he’s decided, you’ve covered his fingers, or he’s too close to cumming in his pants, he slips them out of your mouth with a slick pop. He trails them down your core, rubbing your little button as he had before. It makes you squirm in a way that has every neuron in his brain screaming to fuck you right now, but he needs to be patient.

He wants to ruin you, not break you.

He slowly massages your lips, the crevice of your thighs, pressing everywhere but where you actually want him.

“Mr. Barnes pleasee,” you don’t even really know what your asking for, just aimlessly grinding on him in whatever way feels good.

But when a single finger crosses the threshold of your pussy you realize that’s exactly what you’ve needed.

Your back arches with a moan, almost hitting the steering wheel. Bucky quickly cups your back with his other hand, one finger still slowly exploring your sopping cunt.

He draws you closer towards him with his hand and finger, curling against your insides in a way that burns so deliciously. His other hand quickly pulls down the front of your dress and bra, his mouth quickly attaching to your nipples.

“Ah! Bucky! What are you doing?” he doesn’t answer you, just keeps his face buried in your chest, his tongue swiping across your sensitive bud, tracing your areola with your teeth before switching sides. As he’s covering your tits in his saliva, his thumb finds its way to your clit, circling the little nub as your pussy somehow gets wetter. Before you know it, there’s another finger in you that hurts so good. You’re moaning into the air, body aching from the tension in your bones holding you from the edge.

Bucky’s hands and mouth leave you all at once, an empty feeling settling into your soul. You pout your lip, but not before you notice him finally taking his underwear off. Your eyes widen as he takes out his painfully hard cock, the tip nearly purple with the boner he’s been sporting for a good while, probably since this morning when you walked into the office.

“Fuck princess, you see this? All for you.” He kisses you softly, trailing from your mouth to your jaw to your ear. He bites your earlobe softly, making your skin tingle and giggle.

“This is how you make me feel at the office, feel it, doll.” He guides your hand to his cock, letting you stroke him gently, nervously.

You’re giggling, just the way he knew you would with that ditzy smile and big doe eyes.

“It’s really big, Mr. Barnes. I’ve never seen one before.” You whisper.

“You think you can take it, princess?” You nod, nervously

“I, I want to try!” You smile enthusiastically.

Bucky laughs at you. A little virgin, about to be ruined in his fuckin car.

Bucky spits on his hand, using it to lube up his cock for you. You watch intently, focused on his every move. The way his fingers slide over every vein, or how his hand twists at the tip in a way that makes his breathing hitch.

You want to learn how to do that.

How to make him feel good.

He catches your eyes, watching the curiosity and lust swirl together, “Whatcha thinking about, doll?”

“Can you teach me how to suck it?” Bucky’s eyes almost pop out of his head. It takes everything for him not to shove it in your mouth right there. But all he wants is to be balls deep in your pussy.

“Not today, princess. I wanna fuck this tight little pussy. Maybe you can suck my cock in my office one day.”

The idea has Bucky’s dick and your cunt throbbing, having your coworkers walk in on their boss to ask questions, while you’re under his desk, deep-throating his cock like you’re the only two in the world.

“Okay, Mr. Barnes.” You giggle infectiously. Every time you giggle or call him Mr. Barnes, he can feel his balls tighten. He can’t fucking take it anymore.

He opens the center console, grabbing out a small gold square. He rips it open, the wrapper producing the condom as he rolls it onto his cock.

“Fuck baby,” He moans to you, pulling your underwear to the side, so harsh he rips the crotch out of them.

“Bucky!! My- my underwear!”

“Hush, baby, I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you 20 more if it’ll make you happy. I just need this fucking pussy. She’s dripping for me, she’s been leaking through your thin little panties all over my legs, huh, babe. Sweet little pussy’s so hungry for this cock?”

You whine, your hips shifting. “Hold yourself up, baby,” Bucky instructs you. You listen to him so well, his cute little assistant taking his every order. Maybe he should’ve done this sooner. You probably would’ve let him.

He jerks his cock a few times more, holding the base and your hips as he lines up with your tight hole.

“Is- Mr. Barnes, is it gonna fit? It’s so big!” You whine, grinding your sloppy pussy on the tip of his dick, crying out when your clit catches on it.

Bucky, sick of wasting time but also savoring every moment, finally lets you sink down on his cock.

“Agghh- fuck! Mr. Barnes! ‘S so big! Gonna gonna split me in half!” You cry out, barely even taking the tip of his cock. He laughs at you.

“You’ve hardly taken anything, baby. You gonna take all your boss’s cock? Gonna let me use this tight pussy? She needs some cock, huh?” You nod, already dumbed out from the sheer stretch he gives you.

He lets you take your time, circling your hips however you want. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the same circles you’re making on his dick. He lets you slowly sink down onto his cock, stretching yourself easily on his cock now that he’s focusing on your pleasure.

When you finally bottom out, the car practically shakes with the volume of your combined moans.

“Fuck sweets, she takes me so good. This pussy’s all mine, right? Say it, say she’s mine.”

“All yours! Mmph! She’s yours, all yours, Mr. Barnes!” You cry out, frantically moving your hips, fucking yourself stupid on his dick.

He leans back in his seat, letting you take control. You put your hands on his chest for leverage, trying to raise and lower yourself on his cock. There’s not much room in the car. So you just go back to moving your hips whichever way feels good.

You hit that spongy spot in the front of your pussy, Bucky can tell by the way you double over in pure pleasure. You’re choking on your own ecstasy, and Bucky’s about to cum. He tries so hard to will his orgasm away, but it won’t be long before he’s cumming.

“I want you to cum on my cock, baby. All over it. Let go, baby, let me make you feel good.”

The dam breaks, your orgasm hits you like a train, you’re doubling over into his chest, panting and crying and whining as you’re cumming.

Bucky’s quick to follow, fucking up into your tight pussy, groaning at the way it milks his orgasm out of him. It’s like your pussy wants every last drop.

He’s catching his breath as you’re still coming down from your high. He notices his shirt is soaked, and the realization hits him.

You, a dumb little virgin (not anymore), just squirted all over his cock. His cute little assistant has been ruined by him.

He holds you tightly, kissing you everywhere as you ride your high, hips jerking with every clench of your pussy.

You whine, letting his hands scratch all over you.

“Was that good, baby? Good enough for your first time?” You barely nod, more of a wobble. Bucky fucked you so dumb you can’t even think. He kisses you wherever, on your neck, shoulders, collarbone, and cheek.

“It’s okay, sweet cheeks. We’ll sit here until you calm down. I’ll take you back to my place. You don’t even have to come in early.”

And it hits you.

You just had sex with your boss.

You whine, your shoulders starting to shake, and he can feel the wet tears on his shirt.

Bucky holds you tightly.

“Doll? What’s wrong?”

You just shake your head, you can’t even speak, so overwhelmed by everything that all you can do is whimper.

He shushes you gently, trying to pick you up in his arms.

“Baby, can you sit back down in the passenger seat? Let’s get you home so I can take care of you.” You barely understand his words, but you move into the seat. You’re buckling your seat belt while he starts the car and rolls out the window. Fresh clean air fills your nose, resetting your breathing and calming you down.

You’re still wildly overwhelmed, not even sure what planet you’re on right now. You try to pull your clothes back down to cover your body before quickly giving up. Bucky’s shifting the car into gear as you lean back into the seat.

“C’mere, baby.” He holds your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. His hand finds your thigh easily, squeezing it as you lie on his arm.

You close your eyes for just a moment, but when you open them, Bucky’s carrying you through the front door.

“Hey, honey, you’re awake.” He smiles at you, kissing you gently. “Let’s go lie down.”

He kicks off his shoes, carrying you back to his bedroom.

As you cross the threshold of the door, the scent of Bucky fills your nose. He lays you down on the bed, taking care when he undresses you.

He takes off your shoes, massaging your feet once he’s done. He kisses from your ankles up to your knees, to your thighs. He rubs the skin of your legs, before he undresses you of the tiny sparkly dress that first caught his eye at the beginning of the night.

You whine when the cold air covers your skin, but he pets your hair and shushes you while he goes to grab a shirt for you.

He grabs a henley from his closet, dressing you in the soft material.

He leaves for a moment, giving you a moment to look at your surroundings. The bare bones room that Bucky lives in, plain grey sheets, nothing on the walls. It’s boring, honestly. In the same way, his office and desk looked before you arrived.

You decorated your corner of the office with little bits and bobs, but Bucky always kept his side plain.

He returned, wet washcloth in hand. He wipes your face gently, kissing you softly once all your makeup is gone.

He discards the washcloth, offering you a bottle of water. You take a sip, pushing it away once you’re done.

You throw yourself back onto the bed, sinking into the mattress.

For a room that is so boring, his bed is heavenly.

Bucky climbs into bed with you, holding you gently in his arms.

Sleep claims you as Bucky gently massages your entire body, covering you in kisses.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You meekly whisper into his skin.

“Buck? Aren’t you guys on stage performing right now?” You mumble into the kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, Steve’s on his solo shit. I know his ass wants to be back here though. He was so jealous when I told him I was coming back here.” He chuckled, picking you up and slamming the door. He didn’t pay enough attention to lock it, but he threw you onto the beat-up couch you’d been lying on.

“But why are you back here? Steve’s solo isn’t that long.”

“I told him to buy me some time. Come on, sweet cheeks, you said whenever I needed.” Bucky’s already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his tight pleather pants. “I’ve had a boner all show, and all I can think about is that sweet pussy. I need that pussy baby, lemme see it, come on, don’t make me beg for it.”

You eye him, watching sweat trickle down his temple and the twinkle in his eyes shimmer. You slowly pull down your shorts, pussy already glistening in the crappy lights. Bucky's practically drooling at the sight, if he wasn't deadset on fucking you, he'd eat you out like a man starved. (wouldn't be the first time during a show.)

He drops to his knees in front of you, eyes crazy and hair a mess. His one hand grasps at your knees while the other sticks a finger into your pussy. It slides right in, so he adds another, scissoring them to spread your lips. He licks his fingers and groans like he's about to cum in his pants right there.

“Shit, you don't even have panties on. Please, baby, please let me fuck that pussy. I wanna make you cum on my cock. I'll do anything. I need to hear you scream my name right now, or I might just die.

You chuckle, giving him a nod as he finally pulls his pants down. He pulls his cock out with a hiss, rock hard and heavy, just like the music blasting on stage.

Bucky lets out a sigh of pure relief and pleasure as he shoves his cock into you. You wince a bit, whining at the slight stretch, but you're already fucking soaked, his huge dick slides right in.

“Fuck, good pussy-shit baby. She’s so good for me, huh, baby? Takin me like a good girl. Didn't need any prep.” He laughs.

“Did ya have Stevie stretch you out fr’me?” You nod shyly, thinking back to how Steve had fucked you, as up face in a pillow on the tour bus not even an hour ago.

“Stevie’s such a good boy, huh, baby? Just like this pussy is so good to me. I own it, this is my fucking pussy.”

Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust, followed by sharp moans leaving your mouth. You don’t even try to minimize your noise; all the band mates and staff will know what is happening in this room, whether they want to or not, and Bucky will make sure of it.

“Come on, baby, tell me whose pussy this is.” He grins, watching your fucked out expression as you try to form words.

“Fuck- all yours, Buck. My pussy needs your fat cock!”

Bucky groans loudly, his lips attach deep into your neck, sucking dark purple into your skin, biting and using his tongue to soothe over it. His hands find your tits as he mindlessly gropes you, chasing his high and bringing you along for the ride.

He’s hitting your cervix in a punishing way, his hard tip kissing your sensitive spot with every. single. thrust. You’re moaning out in a mix of pain and pleasure, ecstasy coiling deep in your gut.

And then Bucky pulls out, leaving you whining and crying.

“Shhhh, sweet cheeks don’t cry, I just gotta-“ Bucky manhandles you (the way you like), flipping you over on the couch so your chest is pressed into the brown leather cushions, and knees deep set in a wide stance, giving Bucky and anyone who walks in the most perfect view of your pussy as it glistens in the light. Bucky wastes no time shoving his cock back in.

His rhythm has gotten even faster, punishing your tight cunt even worse than before. Maybe you should’ve let Steve stretch you out more before the show. Steve was longer, but Bucky made up for it in the sheer girth his cock brought, practically splitting you open no matter how ready you were. You always had both cocks at your easy disposal, and you usually took both at once.

“Buck! I’m so-o-o close, shit!” You moan out, his tempo messing with your ability to speak and think.

"Ah-ah sweet cheeks, you don't get to cum til I say so. Be a good girl."

A knock came at the door, and Bucky grunted out a “Not right now!” punctuated with each thrust he gave you. The knot in your stomach is tightening quicker than you can think about it.

Your noises get louder, not even words anymore, just moans and whines because you’re too brain-dead to think, but maybe the people outside will take it as a hint to leave you alone.

“Buck! They want you on stage in two minutes!” The manager shouts over your moans and Bucky’s grunts.

“Fuck this stupid shit. Can’t a guy just get some fucking pussy ‘round here?” Bucky groans, pulling his cock out and fucking into his fist. You whine at the loss of fullness that his cock was supplying, and the way your orgasm slowly dissipates.

“You bein' a whiny bitch? huh baby?” Bucky teases you mercilessly. “Didn’t get to cum and now poor baby’s about to cry." He just his lip out in a pout. When he’s in a mood like this, his words torture you. All degrading, slut shaming, calling you a whore, using you like a fucking sex toy. And you fucking love it.

“On your knees, sweetheart. You know what I want.”

And you do, you struggle to your knees, craving to give Bucky his release even after he stole yours away.

Your mouth hangs open, hands cupping the back of his thighs, giving a double tap to let him know you’re more than ready.

“Shit, pretty girl. Wish I had more time with this pretty mouth." Your tongue lolls out as Bucky slaps his pretty pink tip on it. He holds his cock with one hand and your head with the other, before slamming into your mouth.

You gag, hard, squeezing his cock and covering it with even more spit. Tears leak from your eyes as he laughs.

“You take this fucking cock, so drunk on it like a fucking slut. You’re just our groupie, huh? Begging for our cocks all day and night.” You can’t move your head with his tight grip and punishing pace, but Bucky doesn’t care. He’s so close to his release.

“Fuck baby, I’m bout to cum. You gonna wear it or swallow it?” You tap his thigh twice, eyes pleading for him to cum down your throat.

“Fuck good girl. You knew the right answer.” Bucky’s rhythm falters as the door handle jiggles, but neither of you care. The door could be wide open for the staff to see Bucky face fucking you and he couldn't give two shits. He'd pull you out on stage like this if he really wanted to, but sharing with Steve was hard enough. He wasn't letting the whole world see his girl.

“Fuckfuckshitfuck!” Bucky shouts. “I’mfuck, I’m cumming baby!” Bucky groans as he thrusts into your mouth, the hot salty liquid shooting down your throat as Steve walks in. Bucky's cock is still in your mouth, hips jerking and rocking slowly. Your mouth still hangs onto the tip of his cock, trying to swallow around it.

“Fuck, jeez, you guys.” Steve laughs, the smells of sex and sweat and you and Bucky hang in the air, drowning all of your senses. You smile at Steve, cum dripping from your lips. Steve immediately bends down to kiss you, licking up whatever cum spilt out of your mouth. Steve licks his lips and grins.

“Buck, you better get out there quick. There’s some whores in the front begging for you. I think one's even got her shirt off.” Steve laughs, sitting on the couch and pulling you onto his lap.

Bucky laughs, putting his still hard cock back into his pants before zipping them up. “Don’t need any whores, just this one.” He kisses your forehead as you melt into Steve’s body.

“Whatever, Buck. Go give them a show. I want my turn with this pretty little thing.”

“She’s not allowed to cum until we’re on the bus, got it? And she knows that. She was being a whiny bitch.” Bucky laughs again, shutting the door on his way out.

Steve looks at you, your eyes practically glued shut. “Is that true, princess?” You nod sheepishly, still cockdrunk and melting into the world.

“Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

Your eyes meet his; that’s a question you both know doesn’t need an answer.

You anxiously paced around the house, probably close to wearing a hole into the kitchen floor. Bucky was really coming over? Each sound the house made had you shivering and jumping out of your skin.

It’s just your dad’s best friend! No need to get worked up! It’s not like he’s going to show up in an outfit that makes you want to rip his clothes off with your teeth and beg him to have his way with you. No, that’s crazy.

Crazy fucking hot. Your mind supplied as your core burned and tightened.

You shake the thought from your head when you heard the door latch open. You quickly stumble to the fridge to look like you were just standing there, all nonchalant. Not like you’re extremely chalant and waiting for Bucky.

He called out your name, to which you called back that you were in the kitchen.

You heard him kick off his shoes and walk into your kitchen like he owned the place. you wouldn’t mind him owning you- okay shut up.

“Hey Buck,” you turn nervously, offering him one of your father’s beers.

“Hey hon, I brought your favorite.” He smiles, holding up the takeout he’d been hiding behind his back.

Your fear fades away as you’re reminded that it’s just Bucky. Your dad’s best friend who started out as an apprentice at your dad’s company. He’d worked for your father for three years, quickly climbing up the food chain.

He was a decade older than you not that that stopped any of your fantasies.

You guys sat and talked together in the kitchen for a bit, eating the food he brought and just talking about life.

He asked about school, you asked about work. Just back and forth like there wasn’t a tension in the air that neither of you noticed from the other person. Trapped in your own bubbles of carnal need.

It was getting late, and your hormones were off the charts. You were sure he could smell the desperation on you. You wanted him to. You wanted him to split you apart on the kitchen counters until you beg him for mercy.

Okay. Maybe it’s time for bed.

You yawned, stretching your arms above your head, missing the way Bucky took an obvious look at the outline of your tits through your thin shirt. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. He was practically drooling at the thought of you.

But he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. Not about his mentor’s only daughter. He’d be dead. But maybe a taste of you was worth it. He shook that thought from his head (and stored it in the back of his mind)

“You okay, doll?” he asked softly.

“Hmm?” You yawned sleepily, your hum going straight to his cock the way it warped into cries and pleas of his name in his head.

“I’m just kinda sleepy.” Yes, but also incredibly horny. Not the go to bed and sleep off kind, the kind of horny that needed to be dealt with soon before you started barking at him like a damn dog.

“Okay doll, let’s get you to bed.”

You laugh. “I can take myself upstairs Bucky.”

“But your dad made me promise to look out for you.”

You giggle again, allowing him to walk you to your bedroom.

“I’ll let you go now doll.” He smiles, flashing his blue eyes at you. You stare at him, mentally noting every feature of his face.

“Good night buck…” You smile at him, pushing off your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “thanks for being here tonight.”

He fights the redness in his face and the tightness in his pants and he nods. “No problem doll.”

He turns on his toes quickly and crosses the hall to the guest room. Fumbling nervously with the clearly unlocked door before shuffling in.

“Holy fucking shit I just kissed him what the fuck,” you mumble to yourself.

Your hands are all sweaty and your throat is dry, and your underwear is fucking soaked.

“God Bucky Barnes, the things that you do to me.” you exhale softly. Stripping down into your underwear and a sleep shirt before you snuggle into your bed.

Bucky’s in the guest room freaking out. His mind and his dick are battling it out. On one hand, you’re his mentor’s daughter and a decade younger than him. On the other hand, you’re really fucking hot and he thinks he could cum just thinking about you.

He quickly steps into the connected bathroom, splashing cold water in his face. He needs to keep it together. He’s here to watch over you and keep you safe.

In your own room you’re staring at the ceiling, hands itching to move but they’re tightly clasped together.

You cannot touch yourself to the man sleeping across the hall from you.

But what’s stopping you?

You shuffle under the covers, slowly taking off your underwear, wishing it was Bucky’s rough calloused hands.

Your hands trail down your body, twisting and tweaking your nipples. They slowly peak as you sigh softly.

God, if only this were Bucky.

Two fingers quickly find their way to your mouth, covering them in saliva, slowly trailing down your body before they reach your neglected clit with a soft sigh. A high needy whine escapes your throat, much louder than intended. (or maybe you want bucky to hear you.)

Bucky’s head snaps at the faint noise coming from your room. Maybe he should go check on you.

He gingerly opens his door and sees that yours didn’t shut fully, and he can hear the noises you’re making, downright sinful.

He steps into the hallways, pauses. He shouldn’t do this…he really shouldn't even be thinking about peering into the room of his mentor's daughter, but his feet carry him to your door. He is here to watch you.

His eyes slowly adjust to the darkness of the night, but there you are, spotlighted by the moon. One hand on your tit, the other between your thighs. Your head thrown back as you mumble nothings softly.

Before he realizes, Bucky’s hand is in his sweats, gripping his heavy cock and trying not to make a sound.

Everything about you is heavenly. Your body, the sounds you're making, the way you delicately touch yourself in ways he could never imagine

And Bucky would risk it all to get a taste of you.

He’s quickly pulled out of his sinful thoughts by a noise that comes from low in your throat, followed by a string of curses and a chant of his name.

He chuckles, in awe by you.

You bolt up to a sitting position, quickly grabbing your duvet to shield your body.

“Hello?” you ask, softly, nervously.

“Well don’t let me stop you doll”

Your eyes adjust slowly, seeing the man of your desires, standing in your doorway, stroking his cock through his pants.

“Ah- Buck! I’m so sorry! It’s not what it looks like!” your embarrassment mixed with the moonlight paints you a shade of pink

“It was exactly what it looks like.”

You enter a staring match with this icy blue eyes drowning in desire and lust.

“Show me.”

“Bucky- I couldn’t!” you’re mortified. Your little school girl crush had gotten you so deep into trouble.

“Did you not hear me? I said show me.” He steps closer to your bed, ripping the covers away from you to reveal your naked body, glowing in the moonlight. “I want to see you touch yourself. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum in your own fingers.”

You stare at him, deer caught in headlights. He leans in, brushing hair away from your ear. “Is this okay doll?” He says softly, “I can leave, and we never have to talk about this again.”

You stare at him, slowly blinking. Are you kidding? This might be your only chance!

Your words fail you, but your hands act faster, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him to your face, smashing your lips into his.

Bucky takes that as your answer. He chuckles, deeper this time. His lips press back against yours, soft and rough all at once. Your hands trail up to his neck as you chase his lips, but he pulls away.

"I'm not here to kiss you baby, well maybe later. But I wanna see what you were doing before I walked in. Give me a show babygirl.”

You look at him nervously, hands frozen. Your mind is stuck and your body is locked. He gives you a soft look, he wants you to continue, but he’d never force you to do a thing.

But he wants it.

And so you give it.

Your fingers find place back you mouth, loud sloppy and saliva everywhere.

“God you’re a fucking slut.” Bucky groans out, softly palming his cock as he watches you. “You treat those boys at college like this. Spit covered and so horny anyone could smell it?”

You shake your head and Bucky laughs.

He’s cut short by the way your hands dive down towards your heat. You quickly shove the two digits into your cunt, a broken moan falling from your throat. The soft thrusts of your fingers barely kissing that spot in you that would tear you down. Your hips are bucking up into the palm of your hand, delicious pressure and friction feeding your clit and the coil in your stomach.

Bucky watches you intently. “So close to cumming on your own fingers at the though of your dads best friend.” His breath is heavy and labored, you can only imagine what he’d sound like breathy in your ear.

“I bet you do this a lot.” You nod furiously “Yeah baby? Bet you whine and grind on your pathetic hands wishing they were mine. Can you imagine what he would think of his little princess begging for this cock to split her apart?”

Tears fill your eyes, the ache in your core winds tighter and tighter.

“You’re just a mess, you need this dick to ruin you, huh baby?”

Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head, fingers moving at speeds you didn’t know were even possible. Your fingers moving like lightning as your core pulses around them, the palm of your hand rubbing messy shapes against your clit. You're chanting a mix of "Bucky" and "please" as his eyes are locked on you.

"Bucky," you pant out, the fucked out expression on your face leaving a mental picture in Bucky's mind that he wishes he had a physcial one of. "I'm so close." You whine out.

"Yeah baby?" He laughs at you. "Beg for it.”

“Let me cum. Please buck. James- Please!”

Bucky’s heart stops. His brain short circuits.

“Sweetheart, call me that again.”

“Jamesss.” You moan louder. “Please I wanna cum! Let me cum please. I need to so bad.”

“Let go baby, cum all over your fingers. Go on princess.” He says the word and the cord breaks. The coil in your stomach bounces back as you arch up. The pressure hits its peak and you’re screaming. Your knees press together as your legs shake, chest heaving as your eyes focus on him. Bucky’s body is practically vibrating with want and need.

His body moves before his mind, he’s practically kneeling at your bedside, cupping your face with one hand. “You did so good sweetheart. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Bucky, I need you.” Your eyes catch his, staring deep into his soul. Your hands find place anywhere they can reach him still shaking and practically shivering in your spot orgasm haze.

“We can’t, I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care. Fuck it. Fuck ME, Bucky. I need you. I need your cock in me right fucking now.”

His eyes go wide. “Are you sure doll?”

“Stop bitching and fuck me, James.”

He nods quickly and starts kissing you, his hands slowly wandering. You lean into the kiss, hands scratching his back or pulling at his dark hair.

He treats you like you’re worth more than diamonds but as though you’re as fragile as glass, finger tips barely coasting over your skin. Your hands explore each other bodies, and his mouth soon joins.

He trails kisses from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbone to your sternum. His attention is caught on your tits,

“God, you’re like an angel.” His hands grope each tit softly, barely even touching them like you’d shatter. His mouth alternates between each nipple, worshipping your body like an ancient greek at an altar.

He trails slowly, one hand stays on your tits while the other caresses your side and his mouth covers your stomach in soft fluttery kisses. You’re enjoying the treatment, but you need more.

“James. Stop-“ He shoots up, eyes catching yours.

“I-I’m sorry princess, did I go to far? I’m so sor-“

You cut him off, pushing him off of you to lay down.

“Stop fucking around, Barnes.” You mock him playfully. “I told you to fuck me and you’re just messing around.” You get up and straddle his waist.

“I just want to treat you like the goddess you are hon.” His hands quickly find your hips.

“I don’t want that,” You slide down, unbuckling his belt. “I want you, to fuck me.” Your fingers mess with the button and zipper on his jeans, trying to tug them off of his gorgeous body.

“Really sweetheart? that’s all my princess wants?” You nod sheepishly, your confidence gone.

“All you gotta do is say please beautiful.”

“Please Bucky, fuck me. I need it hard and rough.” He grins, shifting so he can pull his pants and underwear off. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he removes it. You’re both naked in the moonlight, lust heavy in the air. Bucky goes to lay you down gently on your back, but you stop him.

“What are you doing princess?”

You smile cheekily, straddling his waist. His cock is at full stand, hard and you can see the little pearls of precum dripping down. You gently take it in your hand, relishing in the gasping hiss the Bucky lets out.

“You don’t have to be in top princess, let me make you feel good.” You shake your head, spitting on your hand before you stroke his cock.

“Oh- princess!” His hips buck up as your stroke him, spreading your spit around his long length. You’re studying him, studying it.

“Do- do you think it’ll fit?” You know his answer. There’s only one way to find out. You lean down to kiss his lips softly, wiggling your hips to find the tip of his cock. You slowly tease him, having no idea what you’re doing but watching and listening to him.

“Princess, you can’t tease me like this.” He whines, you listen, slamming down on his cock. Both of you yell out moans, high and pitchy from you and low and deep from him.

Your bodies move in tandem, your hips moving up and down his length and his hips bucking up into you. you find a rhythm that has you doubling over in pure ecstasy.

But bucky doesn’t stop when you fall on his chest. He keeps going.

He goes harder.

His arms wrap around you as his hips piston into your tight entrance and ram his huge cock deep into you. You can feel every inch go in and out in a way that bring tears to your eyes.

“Oh my God james, I’m so close, please, please please-“ you beg, for everything, for nothing, for him to stop and for him to go harder. Your brain is foggy and you can’t think straight.

“I’m so close baby. You’re doing this to me. God i’m gonna cum soon. Your pussy- shit- so tight. so good. so perfect for me.”

You whine and howl like a cat in heat, crying as his cock breeches you.

“This is my pussy, got it? All mine.” You nod furiously, too brain dead to say anything. He grabs your jaw and makes you look at him.

“Say it, say this is my pussy.” He growls, rhythm barely slowly.

“It’s yours! It’syoursallyoursJames!” your words turn into one as he speeds up.

“I’m gonna cum princess. You want it? You want my big load in your tight pussy?”

You nod, mascara tears running down your cheeks. His method never falters, fucking you hard and rough like you’d begged for.

Your teeth find his neck, biting down on the side as he moans and his hips buck up once, twice, three times and you can feel the hot cum filling you up.

You both are moaning and panting in each others ears. You lick softly over where you bit him, tasting metallic. You use your tongue and lips to soothe the mark, letting bucky hold you a bit longer.

“Let me get up princess, I’ll go run you a bath.” You shake your head, clinging to him harder. He smiles.

He slowly pulls out with a hiss accompanied by your high needy whines. he can see in your eyes you want another round, but your legs and your body would betray you and give out.

He rolls you over to your back, standing up and stretching. His big strong arms gather you up, carrying you to your bathroom.

He set you on the counter, one hand supporting you while he reaches into the bathtub to run the water.

He places you in gently, sitting behind you and beginning rub your shoulders. You whine at the good pressure and lean backwards onto his chest. He kisses your hair.

“We’ll have more time together later doll. Just relax. I’m here all week.”

Your droopy eyes shot open. “All week?” You croaked out, gears turning in your head. He laughs.

It was going to be a long week.