#stepdad!bucky

temptation swirled around the pair of you like a carnal mist. sweat slicked bodies surrounded each other as heavy breaths tangled between parted lips, amongst the lust-filled air. the mattress squealed under the weight of your stepdad's presence, hovering above you.

bucky's knee was slotted between your legs, toned thigh pressed firmly against your panty-clad pussy. His solid hands were everywhere: lightly tugging on your hair, gripping your waist, and palming your breast. ravenous lips brushed yours as his metal hand settled on your jaw, tipping your head back at the perfect angle, so that he could lick into your mouth. your taste was on his tongue with a vengeance as if he couldn't rid himself of you even if he wanted to, which he didn't.

he'd jumped you as soon as he stumbled in the door, shedding the week-long mission along with his clothes. steel blue gaze landed on you instantly from your spot on the couch, and he hadn't bothered with checking if your mother was home. his strong, hulking frame crowded you, plucking you from the sofa and craddling you to his chest. you squeezed his torso, every bitter emotion melting away from the feeling of his embrace.

"missed my girl," he'd murmured into your hair. without warning, he'd lifted you, slinging you over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes. you giggled breathlessly as he carried you down the length of the hallway to the bedroom with his palm braced over the round of your ass.

usually such a gentle man, who treated you as if you were as fragile as thin glass, he had tossed you onto the bed with a roughness you were unfamiliar with. it momentarily stunned you as your body bounced onto squeaky springs.

"buck," you gasped, but the surprise in your tone fell on deaf ears as he climbed on top of you.

his nose nudged the crook of your neck, lips pressing into you as he whispered against your skin, "say it, sweet girl. c'mon, tell me what i wanna hear. been deprived of hearin' those pretty lips say it."

you knew exactly what he wanted; it was the same thing every time. it was crucial that he heard it. he never begged, but he asked with urgency. sometimes you liked to make him wait for it until he was so eager that he started demanding it. but the super soldier seemed drained, bone-tired, as the week away weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he was desperate for relief.

so, you gave him what he craved. "i'm yours, daddy," you crooned, arching into his touch.

he moaned, leaning back with his eyes blown wide. disbelief was etched onto his features, as if no matter how many times you convinced him that the statement was true, it still sent him reeling.

bucky licked his bottom lip, drawing it in between his teeth with a hard bite. "that's right, baby. all mine," he confirmed before dropping his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

that's where you found yourself now, tongues sliding against one another as you clawed at his flexing shoulder blades. at one point, you were pulling him in, deepening the kiss. the next, you were shoving at his chest, trying to catch your breath.

breaking the kiss with a ragged exhale, he quirked a brow at your sudden behavior change. he gathered your wrists in his grasp, pinning them above your head as he inched closer to your face, noses nearly bumping with the proximity.

"what's the matter?" he asked, scanning your features.

you squirmed beneath him, struggling against his hold as worry crawled up your back like an anxiety-riddled cat. "she's going to be home soon," you answered.

of course, he knew who she was, but he didn't seem troubled by that information. your mother worked overnight shifts most days—that's how this all started in the first place—but unfortunately, that wasn't the case tonight.

"i'll be real quick. wanted to take my time with my precious girl, but we'll just have to save that for another time," he promised, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of your nose.

reaching below your skirt, his fingers grazed over the lace center of your panties, sending little jolts of pleasure up your spine. you canted your hips off the bed, legs closing on instinct.

though his thigh kept you open, he spread you further. his flesh hand held down your inner thigh against the comforter until his knee came up to replace it. hard bone dug into silk skin as he kept you open. his other knee shifted, hooking under your opposite thigh and driving it upward until your knee was level with your midsection.

writhing, you thrashed against your restraints, but his grip only tightened around your wrists. "hold still f'me, love. gotta check in with this sweet pussy. did she miss me, too?"

a single digit traced the inner edge of your panties, adjacent to the unmistakable damp spot. "hmm…sure looks like she missed me," he muttered smugly with a wink.

moving the lace to the side, he revealed your cunt to his eager eyes. he parted the lips of your pussy with his middle and forefinger, watching the way your hole clenched around nothing.

"well, would you look at that, she's sayin' hi to daddy," he smirked. two antsy fingers skimmed up the length of your cunt, gathering your wetness and flicking over your throbbing clit. he brought the pair up to your face, tapping your bottom lip.

"go on, open. want you to taste yourself. taste my pussy, tell me how good she tastes," he growled. yet, you didn't obey, not when dread was clogging up your lungs, making it hard to breathe. it was difficult to let go when the unsettling thought of your mom coming home to see what her husband was doing to you, observing how you were unraveling for someone you had no claim to.

bucky tutted when you didn't listen, his flesh hand wrapping around your jaw in an unwavering hold. his two soaked fingers hovered above your cheek, not wanting to smear any of your arousal on you without giving a mouthful first.

"where'd my sweet girl go—the one who always listens to what i say?" he asked, tongue poking into his cheek in irritation.

"she's going to-" you started, but he immediately cut you off.

"no she ain't. stop worryin', and lemme take care of ya." still, you persisted, not offering him an opening into your mouth. he grumbled, squeezing your jaw a little rougher. "y'know daddy'll fuck you real good and hard, make all those worries disappear. you just gotta lemme in, baby."

you finally obeyed, separating your top lip from your bottom to show him the cave of your mouth. "there's my sweet girl," he praised, relinquishing his grip. "now, how 'bout you tell me how we taste together."

without another word, he spat straight into your mouth, his saliva instantly coating your tongue. directly after, he shoved his fingers into the gap with a nod, silently persuading you to close your mouth. you sealed your lips around him, sucking your juices off his digits. the combination of his spit and your wetness danced on your tongue in a harmonious blend.

you hummed, eyelashes fluttering shut as you lapped at his fingers. raising your head off the mattress, you took the pair deeper. "oh, fuck," he cursed lowly. "look at you. how does that taste? do we taste good together?"

you nodded, with a languid swirl of your tongue circling his fingers. withdrawing his digits with a soft pop, he relocated them back to your pussy. his calloused fingerpads pushed solidly against your entrance, your hole promptly expanding around the width of the pair. you let out a high-pitched moan as they thrusted into you without caution.

"sorry, love," he apologized half-heartedly. "gotta stretch you out. you haven't taken daddy's cock in a whole week, and those little fingers don't do much to keep you open f'me, huh? bet they don't even get you off now that i've spoiled you with my fat cock."

they drove in and out harshly, and he splayed the inserted digits, making room for himself. you yelped, bowing your back as he forced your body to adjust to him.

"i know, i know," he cooed. "but i gotta be quick. promise, i'll be gentle next time. just need you so bad. been achin' for my pretty girl. haven't even touched myself because nothin' feels as good as you."

the wet squelch of your dripping cunt echoed off the walls as he continued to finger you vigorously. you were panting, chest heaving with sharp intakes of air. "please, bucky. give me your cock. i can take it, i promise," you pleaded.

a huff of laughter escaped him at your impatience. "a lil demanding, aren't we?" he said, extracting his fingers. He held them up, the pair glistening with your arousal, and slid them between his lips, sucking them clean.

a deep rumble arose from his chest before he released them. "mmm…got me thinkin' 'bout sneakin' in 'ere tonight when you're asleep, and slip under these covers just to eat this sweet pussy."

he freed your wrists, moving both hands to clutch your waist and reposition you. "ooh, i wondered how you'd sound," he continued. "would you make cute lil sleepy noises, or would you sing for me, without carin' 'bout who hears?"

shifting you onto your side, he lifted your right leg, resting it on his opposite shoulder. the clang of his belt buckle, followed by the zipper on his jeans, filled the space. he tugged down the denim that hugged his hips, enough to slip his dick out of the confines of his boxers.

you felt him tap his tip against your center as he lined himself up. clutching your ankle with his free hand, he slipped the tip through your slick folds and pushed in gently. a shared groan was torn from you and your stepdad as he stretched you out; his fingers had nothing on the girth of his cock.

"fuckkk," he rasped. "i missed you. missed how perfectly you fit 'round me."

He seized your leg, metal-plated fingers digging into your smooth skin. he hugged it to his chest, luring your ankle up to his lips, planting a lingering kiss on the bone before burying himself to the hilt. he gave you a deep, measured grind before he drew back and slammed right back in.

you bent backward, your spine curving at a delicious angle. eyes squeezed shut, and hands searching for anything to grab, you shrieked loudly. bucky's thrusts were punishing, making your tits bounce with every jolt of his hips.

surrendering his hold on your ankle, his hand wandered up your front, fingers getting briefly caught in the material of your skirt. his hand snaked beneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and massaging it gingerly.

that only caused your head to tilt back further, neck craned, as you faced the bed frame. yet, your eyes stayed closed, the creases near your eyelids even more prominent now. his palm migrated from under your shirt, drifting over your collarbone, and settling on your neck.

he didn't choke you, but with the leverage he had, he turned your head, forcing you to face him. "c'mon, baby," he muttered. "wanna see you. wanna be able to see when those pretty eyes glaze o'er."

you peeled your eyes open, unfocused eyes locking on steel blue ones. "oh, poor thing," bucky mocked. "you're already gone, aren't you? you drunk on daddy's cock? my lil cock drunk girl."

your jaw went slack, babbling incoherently, "f-feels…'s…g-good."

chuckling darkly, he tilted his head, observing how your face contorted with pleasure. his dick was an angry force, driving into you fiercely. you felt every vein and ridge of him as he glided through your plush walls. manicured toes curled next to his head as he hit that sweet spot, grinding up into you when he was fully sheathed in your cunt.

he leaned forward, pinning your leg between your bodies. his palm scooped your head up, lifting it slightly to gaze into your eyes. the eye contact was intense as he pounded you into the mattress below. you nearly got lost in his eyes for a second, but he dragged you right back to the present when he increased his pace.

you were whimpering from the brutal build of your orgasm. the coil in your gut was winding taut, and it was threatening to explode. your cunt clenched around him, causing him to lurch forward.

"you close?" he asked, voice strained from the effort it took not to cum right then and there. you could only moan in response as your hands curled in the sheets. "oh, pretty baby, you're gonna make me cum. gonna cum right inside ya, fill ya right up. you want that?"

you nodded frantically, your eyes welling up with tears as the intensity behind the rise of your climax rattled the cage of your ribs. the tears spilled over, cascading down the swell of your cheeks.

"shh…i gotcha, love," he assured, slipping a knuckle up your face to catch the falling tears. "cum f'me."

you didn't need very much convincing because your pussy was already rippling around him. you came with a broken cry, your eyes rolling back as it crashed into you with the full weight of a wrecking ball. you shuddered, your leg shaking beside his head. you rode the wave of your orgasm as he worked you through it, proceeding to ram into your drooling cunt.

"that's it, baby—fuck—" he grunted, still holding back. "you look so pretty when you cum."

bucky's thrusts turned sloppy as his own climax threatened to take over his form. he moaned gravelly, "'m gonna fill you up. gonna put a baby in you, sweet girl. make you all beautiful and round with my child."

he huffed out a dry laugh. "what would your ma say, huh? we'd be caught red-handed, the evidence of what we've been doin' would be right in your swollen belly."

one of your hands came up, even in the daze of your euphoria, cupping the back of his neck to draw him nearer. "i don't care. fill me, daddy. make me yours," you begged, your voice utterly wrecked.

that did him in; his mind was reeling, and his eyes darkened. before you knew it, his hips stuttered in their movement, and he was spilling into. loads of cum coated your walls as he called out your name. it seeped from the small seam of your pulsating pussy, dripping onto the clean sheets below.

holding himself there, he reveled in your warmth as he came down from his high. he gazed down at you affectionately, eyes gleaming with a swarm of emotions. he knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't find it in his heart enough to care. you were catching your breath, unaware of the feelings that were swirling in his chest.

when he pulled out, he glanced down at where you were joined. your combined release trickled down your cunt. "ah-ah," he tutted, gripping his cock to shovel the cum back into your throbbing hole with his tip. "gotta push it back in so it sticks, yeah?"

you inhaled shakily, your head lulling to the side. a tired, sweet grin stretched across your lips while you watched him with hooded eyes.

"what're you smilin' at?" he teased.

"nothing," you responded. "just missed you."

in that moment, it felt like you hung the stars for him. his chest ached from those three simple words. if he were being honest with himself, he would've said he felt like half of himself was missing in his week away. instead, he murmured, "missed you too, sweet girl."

Not often was the feared boss of New York’s notorious mob, The Avengers, rendered speechless. Although when his cold eyes fell upon your visage for the first time, he fully thought you were an angel, sent to him from above.

His mind had been gearing up to the meeting he had planned with the rival gang, Hydra, here in this neutral spot where hopefully no mobster would dare to open fire, not for his whole world to be suddenly turned upside down in a single second.

Even his right-hand man, Steve, ever glued to his side, noticed the look on his face as his eyes kept on trailing you as your visage disappeared back into the crowd.

And though his feet threatened to shift with the initial thought of coping with such feelings in a gruff manner, Bucky swiftly snuffed out thoughts of kidnapping a sweet little thing such as yourself.

If he was gonna do this, if he was gonna have you, then he’d have to do it right in order to be certain he’d succeed…

He couldn’t risk spooking you in the spirit of the possessive greediness that rumbled inside of him. He would have to find a way to get close to you, become a part of your life, ensure that you were the one before he could steadily begin to corrupt and mould you into his perfect little diamond.

THREE MONTHS LATER

“When did you get a new car?” your squinting eyes darted around the sleek space of the mint condition vintage car that your mother had picked you up in, “and how did you even afford a model like this one? Did you win the lottery and not tell me?”

“In a way, I kinda did,” Vivienne cocked her head behind the wheel, “a friend gifted it to me.”

“A friend gave you this? Wow… what kind of people are you meeting out at sea?”

“Oh, I didn’t meet him on the cruise, honey,” she smirked, though kept the rest of the story at bay as her teeth then sank into her bottom lip.

Taking the hint, your eyes drifted out of the window, though as you watched the city zoom by outside, your weary gaze failed to notice how the car wasn’t rolling in the direction of your cramped little apartment downtown, but instead out of New York entirely.

Letting your head slope down against the glass, a solemn sigh eventually left your lungs as a whisper parted your lips, “…I still can’t believe you didn’t come to my graduation…” you didn’t dare to glance over at your mother. You knew that you should have been grateful for even just a rare gift such as this, her actually picking you up now that you had returned for summer break, but it still didn’t fill the void within your soul.

“Well, I had to work,” she sighed.

“You always have to work…” you felt yourself sink further into the car seat.

“Oh, relax,” Vivienne didn’t even hide the way her eyes rolled, “it’s only high school. My mom didn’t come to my graduation, and I turned out just fine.”

“Yeah, well, you were pregnant,” you pointed out.

“Would you quit your whining?” she then suddenly snapped, “it’s not like I’ve disowned you like she did with me. So what, I didn’t carve time out in my schedule to go see you in a cap and gown? I’m sorry that I was busy working my ass off to pay for that fancy school of yours. How about you instead show me a little gratitude for sending you away to a place like that?” she demanded, as if getting you out of her hair hadn’t been entirely for her own benefit, “huh? Go on.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, you still didn’t meet her glare as you found the words she fished for, “…thank you…”

“That’s more like it.”

And when you suddenly found yourself an hour out of the city, with trees all around the road standing as tall as skyscrapers, Vivienne suddenly turned down a long and curvy road.

Tilting the rear-view mirror, she reapplied her fiery lipstick as the car rolled down the private lane.

“Uhm…” you shifted in your seat as an old manor began to appear at the bottom of the path, “mom, are you sure you’re going the right way?” the intimidating gate that shielded your view suddenly swung open for your vehicle to enter.

“Mhm,” she simply hummed as she remained more invested in her own reflection than her own flesh and blood beside her.

“Can’t you just tell me where we’re going?”

“And ruin the surprise? I think not.”

“But I hate surprises…” you sighed heavily, “come on, mom… I’m tired, I just wanna go home…”

But instead of relieving your stress, she just smirked till the car rolled to a stop on the pebbled and prim entrance that flourished into the grand house before you.

“Well, you’re gonna love this surprise,” she leapt out of the vehicle before coaxing you out as well, “come on!” she snatched up your hand as you cautiously stepped out, your wide eyes cresting up to the home in front of you.

It looked like something out of a fairytale… or a horror movie…

Dragging you along, Vivienne pushed the heavy front door open and tugged you inside.

The echoing entryway was embraced by intricate dark wood panelling, and with the grand staircase that curved in the room, you wouldn’t be surprised if you stumbled upon a literal suit of armour decorating some dim corner in the manor.

“This is our new home!” your mother announced with glee, though your expression remained muddled.

Squinting back at her, you panted, “what are you talking about?” before a figure appeared off to the left.

“Ah, Mrs. Barnes, you’ve returned,” the man, though formal, had the rough palms of someone who could snap your frame like a twig.

“Frankie, why hello, I didn’t know you’d be here,” your mother winked at the gruff figure.

“Well, there was just some, uh, paperwork for the boss to look over,” Frank replied.

“Oh, so he’s in his office then?” she asked, her heels already clacking across the floor and bringing you along with her.  

“Uh, I don’t know if you should disturb him right now, he’s pretty busy–,” he tried to stop her, though didn’t manage to slow down the tornado that was your mother.

As you were dragged through lavish sitting rooms and parlours, you let out a hushed squeak, “mom? What is going on? Why did that man call you that? Barnes? That’s not your name.”

“Well, actually, it is,” she cocked her head before she reached a pair of dark double doors and raised up her manicured hand to tap against it, “hello,” she sang as she swiftly creaked the door to the study open.

Sitting behind a large mahogany desk, a man tore his ocean gaze away from the papers spread out on the table before him. Perhaps in his mid-forties, judging by the wisdom that crinkled in the corners of his eyes and dusted his beard, a rebellious youth still lived on in the tattoos that peeked out from underneath his dark suit, tailored to perfection around his burly frame.

“Viv!” he turned over the paperwork before he rose from the leather chair, “hey,” he uttered to your mom, though his stare lingered on you as you shadowed behind her.

Letting go of you, Vivienne crossed the room and nestled herself close to the apparent man of the house, pressing a brief peck to his cheek before she interlaced her fingers with his own calloused and inked ones.

“Honey?” your mom drew in a breath through her bright smile, “this is Bucky Barnes,” she then casually dropped a bomb that rocked your entire world, “your stepfather.”

Blinking hard back at them, your lungs struggled to expand with air, “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“We’re married,” she went on, and you finally noticed the giant rock on her finger.

“Since when?” you felt dizzy as your eyes narrowed to a squint to try and comprehend the whiplash. The last time you saw her, only a few months ago, there had even in the slightest been anyone in the picture,“I–, u-uh, who–, what?”

Sucking in a breath, Bucky released himself from your mother’s grasp before slipping out from behind the desk to lean his frame against the other side of it, “uhm, well,” he folded his hands together as he began to explain, “your mother and I met just after easter. I know that this is all very sudden with us already being married, but… when you know, you know…” he uttered as he blinked back at you, “and I am sorry that you didn’t know sooner. The both of us did really want you to be there at the wedding, but it all just happened so fast, and we didn’t want to drag you away from school in the middle of your exams.”

“I–…” your head kept on spinning, “…sir–, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Bucky Barnes,” he extended a rough palm for you to timidly shake, “but you can call me sir too,” he smiled at how sweet the formality had sounded on your lips, “sir, Bucky, Mr. Barnes, you can even call me daddy if that’s what you’d like…”

“Hey,” a deep rumble suddenly emanated from behind you as you carefully poked your head into one of the many rooms in the home, that one in particular housing a large pool table and a tufted leather couch.

“Oh!” you jumped at the voice and snapped the door back closed, “I’m sorry. I was just exploring a bit…”

“Were you now?” Bucky slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Your home is so big,” you glanced around, partially to avoid the older man’s intense stare, “and beautiful.”

“Well, it’s your home now too, so you’re welcome to explore all you like. Any rooms that are off limits are locked, so as long as you don’t break down any of those doors, then there shouldn’t be a problem,” he spoke of some of the many corners of the manor that you’d already sniffed around, befuddled by the locks, as you were about so many thing about the mysterious wealthy man that your mother had gotten married to. You barely knew anything about him, not why so many scary men lurked around the grounds, or even what exactly it was that he did for a living that paid enough for him to call a palace such as this his home, “how are you liking your room?”

“It’s nice, yeah,” you nodded, your tongue swirling around the hard candy in your mouth, making it click gently against your teeth, “thank you so much. I’ve never had one that size before. Usually it’s a struggle to fit more than just a twin bed in there…”

Glance flickering to your lips, your new stepdad then suddenly murmured, “what have you got there?”

“Oh, it’s just this piece of candy,” you sucked down on it, the citrusy flavour melting against your tongue, “there was this little store near school, and I bought a mixed bag before I went back home.”

“Do you mind if I have a taste?” he suddenly asked.

“Uhm, alright,” you timidly shrugged, “let me just go grab the rest up in my room–”

“Oh, no need. I don’t mind sharing,” he then simply held out his palm in the space between you. Taken aback for a second, it took you a moment before you hesitantly plucked it out from where it was resting in your cheek, and placed it in his outstretched hand, “thank you,” he popped it into his mouth before his face lit up in recognition of the classic flavour, “ah, now that’s not just any candy. It’s one of those sour lemon ones where when you get to the centre,” a loud crunch then suddenly echoed from between his teeth, “it’s sweet.”

Your lips promptly fell open as you stared at his chomping smirk, “you’re not supposed to chew it!”

“No?” the faint smile continued to soften his stern features, “well then how else am I gonna get to the sweet bit?”

“By being patient,” a slight chuckle caught in your throat as you blinked up at him. Fishing out the cracked half that was still left in his mouth, he then slipped it back into your palm.

“Nah…” the mob boss crinkled his nose playfully, “being patient doesn’t get you what you want…”

Though when your mother had time off from work, it was usually for several weeks, if not months, when she went back out to sea, it often stretched at least twice as long. But till now, you had always been away at boarding school when she would go chasing her next big adventure, so it never felt the way that it did now that she was leaving you alone in a place that still didn’t feel like home.

You were used to leading a lonely life, in fact, you didn’t really know any different.

But as she packed up her suitcase with all of her new designer clothes, a chilling sternness had washed over her as she fiddled with her glinting ring and gave you explicit instructions to be at your very best behaviour and not screw up the best thing that had ever happened to her.

As you stepped out of the bathroom that sprouted off of your own bedroom, the few water droplets still clung to your skin under your terrycloth robe casketed further down your flesh as you suddenly jumped at the unexpected figure that stood on the other side of the door.

“Wow!” you promptly clutched a hand over your chest in an attempt at calming your spiking pulse, “Mr. Barnes! You gave me a fright!”

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, then began to feed you a lie, “I tried to call out your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me over the running water,” when in reality, your stepdad had crept into your room while you showered and peeped through the ajar bathroom door, his palm tight over the tent in his trousers as he spied on your nude form behind the foggy glass, soap suds hugging your innocent curves the way his own touch yearned for.

“Uhm, did you want something?” you shifted past him to get to the dresser and pick out something to sleep in.

“Not really, I just thought I’d bring you this,” he extended the glass in his hand, “I know that I’m new to this whole parental responsibility thing, but I just noticed that you didn’t drink a lot of water today, so I thought I’d make you chug some before bed. Can’t have you turn into a freaking mummy on me, what would Viv say if she got home and found you all dehydrated like that?” he joked to try and coax you.

“Thank you,” you chuckled softly as you grasped the glass and tipped it up to your lips for a small sip.

“Ah, you can do better than that,” Bucky tilted his head at the few drops you swallowed, “come on, kiddo.”

And as he watched you expectantly, you slowly raised the glass back up to your mouth, the tips of his fingers finding the bottom of it to hold it up till you’d chugged it all.

“Good girl,” he took the empty glass back from you as you wiped the drop of water that had escaped the corner of your lips, “you sleep tight, yeah?”

“Goodnight, sir,” you yawned as he shifted to exit your room, drowsiness suddenly settling over you like a heavy blanket.

But little did you know what the mob boss had actually dissolved into the glass of water… and you’d never find out, as that little pill would keep you far away in your dreams no matter what.

Creeping back into your room, Bucky saw that you’d barely gotten the soft pink covers over your frame before you’d passed out.

The mattress dipped from his weight as he sank down on the edge of it. Gently brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, his fingers then caught the top of the duvet and began to peel it down, revealing the remainder of your slumbering figure.

“God…” Bucky groaned as he gazed down at the way your chest rose and fell calmly with each slumbering breath, “I can’t believe I’ve only known of your existence for a couple of months… feels like I’ve waited an eternity to do this…” he uttered before he finally let one of his palms begin to explore you.

His inked hand looked so wide against you as it slid over your soft nightgown. Greedily discovering the shape of your young body, his touch soon grew impatient as he tugged down your neckline to fully reveal your tits.

A hot breath escaped his lips as he let himself palm them, his fingers capturing your nipples in a pinch before he bowed down to plant a peck to the soft skin. Soon, the peaks were smothered with his kisses, his devilish tongue even flicking out for a taste as he let himself suck on your cute nipples.

But when the throbbing in his pants strained hard enough against the zipper to ache, his lips let go of the little pebble with a pop as his palms found your thighs, splitting them even further.

A soft moan parted his lips when he then pushed your nightgown up far over your hips to unveil the tiny, soaked patch that had already stained the cute cotton of your panties, merely from his light teasing.

Offering his cock a squeeze through his pants, he had never been harder in his entire life as the fucking rock his length turned into as he dipped down to place a kiss over the covered mound of your pure and untouched little pussy. Inhaling deeply against you, his eyes rolled in his skull at your intoxicating scent, and his fingers gave out and finally tore at the zipper of his trousers, freeing his big dick for his fingers to envelope.

As he jerked his fat girth, his other hand slowly peeled your panties to the side, “oh, angel…” his mouth watered as his eyes finally got to see your virgin cunt, “you’re even more beautiful than I imagined…”

He kept his fingers feathery and light as he began to touch you, though not out of fear that he’d wake you up, he had taken care of that problem, but instead it came from a place of pure astonishment, trying to savour the yearned-for moment.

Running his touch slowly through your petals, he gathered up your slick before letting that glistening hand switch out with the one around his cock, instead using your juices as lube to stroke himself with, making each pass echo in heavenly wet slick sounds.

And when he then began to eat you out, he didn’t merely grant himself a taste of your innocence, but instead, the criminal licked at your pussy like he was on death row and this was the last thing he’d ever get to devour. From sucking down on the little pearl of your clit to lapping furiously at your virginal entrance, his ravenous tongue even strayed all of the way down to savour your tight little ass like it was a seven-course meal, all the while his fist twisting up and down the fat length of his cock. He lapped you up like he was dying of thirst and the only thing that could quench the desert inside of him was the sweet nectar that leaked from that pinprick of a hole that was your innocent opening.

Though when he felt himself near the edge, with a groan, he tore himself away and raised himself up to his knees. Scooting closer, he rooted himself so near that as he lavishly stroked himself, the bulbous tip of him hovered right above your glistening cunt.

“Fucking hell,” he tapped the hefty weight of himself against your puffy petals, his glossy precum smearing against your softness with each wet smack, “I am going to destroy you when I finally find a way to fit inside of you, kiddo…” he groaned, as even for the most extreme nympho he had slept with, the third leg he got to call his cock was a challenge to cram inside, “don’t worry, sweetheart,” he dragged his hardness through your slick folds, “I’ll find a way…” he panted with a sly smirk on his lips, “you were made for me, so of course you’ll take all of it…”

And when he finally decorated your pussy with hot ropes of his cum, his broad thumb briefly rubbed it into your puffy clit, before he finally covered you back up with your panties, the cotton immediately becoming completely sheer as his load soaked them.

Tugging your nightgown back down into place, the toasty duvet too returned over your form before he lowered himself down over you to press his lips to your forehead, “see you again tomorrow night, angel…”  

The white and fluffy form of Alpine, the cat that roamed the halls of the Barnes Estate, nuzzled against your leg as you hovered on the other side of your stepfather’s study. It took you at least a minute of gathering up your nerves to finally force your fist to collide timidly against the door, and by then, the feline had strayed in pursuit of the odd mouse lurking downstairs in the wine cellar.

“Yes?” Bucky’s voice emanated from inside.

Cracking it open, you still only peeked your head in, “are you busy?”

Lifting his gaze to meet your own, “no, I’ve got time for you, Come on in, sweetheart,” he waved a hand to usher you all of the way inside, “what do you need?”

“Well,” you averted your gaze, your heart hammering behind your ribcage as you pushed the door shut behind you, “I just–… I would have gone to my mom about this, but she’s obviously not here right now, and I really don’t wanna try and have this conversation over the phone, so…”

“What is it?” the high-backed leather chair that he sat in creaked as he shifted slightly, but when you only let out a sigh and continued to refuse to meet his gaze, his voice filled up the room once more, “come on, whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Digging the nail of your thumb into your opposing palm, your voice was almost a whisper when you then uttered, “I think there might be something wrong with me…”

“What do you mean?” you heard him slowly get up from his seat.

“Well, I just–… I have this weird feeling…” you shared tensely.

“Where?”

“Uhm…” still avoiding his stare, you cast your glance up towards the ceiling, “…down there…” your tone trembled slightly as your cheeks went ablaze, “…I’m not on my period, that’s not what it is, but I’ve just been so sore the past few weeks, so much so that underwear has even bothered it… I don’t know what it is…” your eyes finally met his own, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, “am I dying?”

“Oh, kid,” Bucky’s burly arms then suddenly drew you into a tight embrace, “you’re not dying.”

Your innocent mind didn’t notice the hardness in his pants that poked you as he held you close, though his cock couldn’t help but throb at the reasoning behind your agony, as the mobster hadn’t been able to stop himself from subduing and then visiting you every single night, rubbing your poor cunt raw as he played with you in your sleep.

“Well, you don’t know that!” your bottom lip quivered as you tried to heatedly push him away, “you’re not a doctor–, wait, are you?” you asked in a hazy tone as you still weren’t sure of what his occupation was.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then you can’t know! Maybe I’m sick…” you finally managed to shrivel away from his embrace, “…it’s all tingly, hurts, and there–… I’ve started waking up with this sticky stuff down there…”

“It’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay,” he gazed down at you and let his palm coast down your upper arm, “I know a guy,” he uttered, “can get you an appointment with him today if you want.”

Though the corrupt Doctor Reed Richards wasn’t a member of The Avengers Mob, he had still been affiliated with the gang for years, being at their beck and call, whether it was to discreetly patch someone up after a violent shootout or even fake certain documents for them, there weren’t any unsavoury lines he wasn’t willing to cross.

So naturally, a faux little meeting with the feared mob boss and his new stepdaughter was also on the table.

When you arrived, the doctor had suggested Bucky should come along inside of the office just to grant you some comfort since you were so nervous out in the waiting room that you were on the verge of tears.  

He began by asking you a slew of questions, the majority of them not only mortifying, but also exceptionally confusing to you, as virtually all of them were sexual in nature.

Perhaps it was a byproduct of your absent mother fearing you’d follow in her footsteps and get knocked up as a teenager as well, or maybe it was because of the conservative nature of the boarding school that moulded you, but to say that you were clueless on the subject would be the understatement of the century.

When Reed stated that a little examination would be in order for him to properly diagnose you, fresh tears began to well up in your eyes. But hesitantly, you did slip off your underwear and crawled up onto the exam table, the doctor swiftly guiding you to rest your feet in the stirrups and spread your trembling legs as he snapped a pair of black gloves onto his hands.

Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you failed to notice how Bucky hovered directly behind Doctor Richards, staring as well as he checked and confirmed that your hymen was still intact.

Though when the fake diagnosis finally came, the doctor assured you that it would all be okay as long as you kept up with a very specific treatment regimen. He also stated that it wasn’t something that would be safe for you to handle on your own, as you could really hurt yourself in the process, so if you weren’t willing to go to the hospital multiple times a day, then perhaps having your generous stepfather give you a hand was a good idea.

He then explained how Bucky would have to inspect and even massage you daily. Apparently, sometimes, if the symptoms persisted, you’d need to be massaged several times in a row.

It was all very odd to you, but then again, you weren’t a medical professional, so who were you to question any of it.

your sweat-slicked body writhed around, your limbs tangling in the sheets. nimble fingers pumped in and out of your throbbing cunt, but never growing closer to what you craved most. release. you hovered on that edge, no matter how quickly your fingers worked.

your toy even had a mind of its own, dying on you halfway to your rising orgasm. a string of curses left your lips when the blue light on the device vanished. was your mind playing tricks on you, or was your wand edging you? banishing it to your bottom drawer, you went back to the basics.

now, your fingers were cramping, and your core was still tight with desire. you switched positions, climbing atop your fluffed pillow, hands gripping the headboard with a force that surprised even you.

grinding against the soft material already had you whining, the plush ridges creating delicious friction. your eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the way your figure felt like it was ascending. mind buzzing with a feral hunger, you rode the pillow harder, your hips rolling with intention.

one second, you were grinding onto smooth fabric. the next, you were imagining massive palms framing the dip of your waist as he guided you up and down his thick cock. your movement stuttered when you realized who was rattling around in your skull as if he'd already carved out a space there.

your stepdad.

your cheeks heated, embarrassment flooding your face with a vengeance. before you could bite your lip in an attempt to stop the words from dripping off your devilish tongue, they slipped out in soft sighs. "bucky, please."

not even a couple of beats later, you heard a set of footsteps down the hallway. damn super soldier hearing. scrambling, you tried to get under your sheets, bury the evidence that you were ever awake.

when he pushed into the room, your eyes were tightly closed, but your chest insisted on heaving. he let out a dark chuckle, "you ain't slick, sweetheart, and you're definitely not as quiet as you think."

he closed the distance, hovering over your "sleepy" form. he brushed a rogue hair from your face while his metal fingers curled under the comforter, trailing down your stomach. "you want daddy to help with that pretty pussy? i heard her callin' f'me," he rasped arrogantly.

you dropped the act when his cool digits teased the edge of your panties, eyes shooting open as you gasped. "there's my sweet girl," he cooed. "ya wanna translate what she's sayin'?"

you swallowed thickly, gazing up through your lashes. "need you, daddy."

"oh, i know. just wanted to hear those sweet lips say it," he smirked, then his hand fell straight to his belt.

All innocent enough touches and god if Bucky didn’t love when you reciprocated them. When you would come up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, when your hand found his as you walked together or the way your head fell onto his shoulder and you’d fall asleep against him.

It took everything in Bucky to control himself, to not pin you down then and there and have his way with you.

But he behaved himself. Enough so that he could start on the next part of his plan to get you to trust him, to associate all these warm feelings to him. Next he introduced kissing between the two of you. Nothing outrageous at first, just a simple peck to your forehead here, a press of his lips to your temple there. Nothing that could be seen as inappropriate. It was only when the two of you were alone that he tried his luck, nothing too bad but if you happened to mention it to your mom it would definitely raise an eyebrow. When it was just the two of you he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, not letting himself linger like he wanted to but he was glad that when he pulled away he could see a soft blush on your cheeks.

You never did say anything about that kiss though and Bucky couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran through him. He let himself kiss you again a few more times, so close to your lips but forcing himself to stop before he closed the distance. The first time you turned towards him and placed a kiss to the corner of his lips it took all of Bucky’s self-control to stay relaxed.

It was months, long, agonising, tempting months of this but finally he got a small taste of what was to come. He timed it perfectly, your mom was out of the house and it was just you and Bucky. He could see when you had decided to kiss him, turning to face him and reaching up. Bucky waited until you were just about to touch him to turn his head, your lips connecting with his and Bucky’s cock jumped to attention, half hard already at the simplest touch.

You had pulled away like you’d been shocked, doe eyed and so damn innocent, apologises falling from your lips but Bucky just shook his head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He had assured you, reaching up and brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your cheek and cupping it softly.

“No it’s bad, I’m really sorry.” You repeated and Bucky had to bite his lip to stop a smirk taking over his face. God, you really were perfect.

“No, no it’s not bad, Y/N/N.” Bucky told you, watching confusion spread across your face and you looked up at him. “It’s not bad, it’s just a…special kiss.”

“A special kiss?” You asked, confusion contorting into a wide smile and Bucky knew he had you, you weren’t ready for anything more, not by a long shot but he’d known he could get this small thing from you.

“Oh yeah, lots of daddies have special kisses with their girls.” Bucky told you, keeping his tone light and casual like he was talking about the weather or some story on the news when really he was barely keeping himself from forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. “Only daddies and their girl know about it otherwise it wouldn’t be special, right?”

“Right!” You nodded, smile widening and Bucky let a smile spread across his face, his thumb brushing across your cheek bone. “Can we have a special kiss? I promise I won’t tell.”

And Bucky believed it, he could see it all over your face, how excited, how eager you were to please him, to have a special kiss with him.

Fuck Bucky was going to cum hard tonight…too bad he’d have to make do with your mom and not you.

“Course we can, Y/N/N.” Bucky said and he watched as you immediately leaned back up to meet his lips.

God you were perfect. He let you take control at first, barely holding back a moan when your lips brushed with his again but this time you didn’t pull away, you kept them there, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Bucky lasted only a few moments before he moved his lips against yours, keeping the kiss soft but making it last longer, smiling when your lips moved with his.

It went on for months like that, with Bucky savouring every sweet kiss you gave him, the memories of those kisses keeping him occupied every night. They grew longer and deeper as you became more and more comfortable with them and Bucky was impressed with his own self-control, even if he did have to walk around with a half hard cock for the rest of the day.

Eventually though he needed more, it was like a compulsion, he had to have you but he knew he had to play it right, one wrong move and you would get scared and he’d risk losing you. Not that he’d let anyone take you from him of course, if anyone tried they’d be dead before they hit the ground.

The next part was getting you used to more touches, not the innocent ones from earlier, no this time he needed to feel you. It started when the two of you were alone on the sofa together, Bucky hadn’t planned to do it now, your mom was in the house still but you were so tempting, he just couldn’t resist.

He kept an ear out for your mom, still hearing her upstairs with the shower running. Bucky didn’t know how long he had so he turned to you, smiling when you automatically faced him and your eyes fell to his lips. Bucky wasted no time leaning over and kissing you, keeping the kiss slow, almost lazy like he wasn’t thinking of how his fingers would feel inside you.

“We can’t!” You gasped, eyes darting to the door and Bucky smiled, he had you so well trained already and he’d barely done anything.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Mom’s not here, we can have our secret kisses.” He told you, bringing his voice down to a whisper causing you to giggle but you nodded, trusting his word and let yourself be pulled back into a kiss.

His hand that he placed on your cheek trailed downwards until it cupped your neck, Bucky smiling as you leaned into the touch. He let his hand stay that for a few moments before he moved it again, slowly, not rushing as he let you feel every movement.

His hand fell from your neck, trailing down lower and lower until it brushed against your clothed chest. The little gasp you let out against his lip was like fucking drugs and Bucky was hooked just like that, he had to hear that noise again. Bucky shifted his hand before he smoothed it against your clothed tit, drawing another gasp from you but this time you pulled away to look at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“S’okay, Y/N.” Bucky murmured, his hand still just resting against you though he longed to cup and squeeze, pinch and nip at the smooth skin hidden from him. “Just another part of our special kiss. You like it?”

Bucky watched you nod with a sort of dazed look on your face, glancing from him down to your chest where his hand lay and Bucky hoped he hadn’t screwed this up.

“Like it, feels good.” You told him and Bucky let himself relax, he knew what he was doing, there was no reason to doubt himself.

Your tone had gone breathy and Bucky felt his cock twitch in anticipation but he didn’t focus on that, not when you were being so perfect for him.

“Yeah, it feels good?” He asked and you nodded again. “That’s how our special kisses are supposed to feel, they make you feel all good and warm inside.”

Bucky watched as you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips before you looked away from his hand and back at him, leaning in again and pressing your lips together. This time Bucky couldn’t stop the small groan that escaped him, not when his fingers twitched and he cupped your tit in his hand, not when you let out the softest little moan he’d ever heard in his life.

The noise was enough, the feeling of your tit in his hand and your lips against his was enough that he could feel pre-cum soaking his boxers. He felt like he could cum in his pants like this alone but forced himself to relax.

Instead he focused on kneading your breast in his hand, drawing quiet, breathy moans from you. It wasn’t until he let his fingers nearly pull away, going only far enough to find your nipple did you pull away, he pinched the soft bud between his fingers and you pulled away, your head tilting to the side and exposing your neck, forcing Bucky to stay still and not bury himself against you.

“That feel good, baby?” Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, seeming to have to force your eyes open, half lidded as you looked at him. He heard footsteps on the stairs and cursed himself for becoming so occupied with you that he stopped listening for your mom.

You seemed to hear her at the same time because you looked at Bucky with wider eyes before smiling at him, lifting your finger to your mouth in a silent shush motion. Bucky couldn’t help but grin at you, his earlier thoughts of how well he had you trained showing clear as day.

He’d never done anything with you in front of your mom, no kisses, no touches like this. He had to admit he had been interested to see how you’d react but this was better than anything he could have imagined, especially when you shifted and cuddled into his chest, turning your attention to the TV just as your mom walked in, the woman smiling at the sight.

It made it so much better, knowing he was getting away with it right under her nose, her in the next room whilst he kissed and played with her daughter, not a single suspicion raised and you, you so eager to keep it a secret, so wrapped around him that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was burying himself in that tight, untouched pussy.

God, he was drenching his boxers, so much pre-cum spilling out of him, his cock desperate for you. As the three of you sat in the living Bucky couldn’t stop himself, it was risky, your mom was sat on the armchair next to you, if she turned her head she had a clear view of the pair of you, but he couldn't help himself and gently let his fingers reach out until they brushed across your tit again.

He felt you jump at the touch but thankfully you managed to stay quiet and your mom kept her gaze on the TV. He just let his fingers lazily trail across your tit at first until he stopped at your nipple again, pinching softly at the bud and pulling it up as he rolled it around his fingers. He felt you shudder against him, your head digging into his chest before it rolled to look at him and he could see your wide eyes gazing up at him.

Bucky just smiled down at you before pursing his lips to tell you to keep quiet and you smiled, seemingly thinking it was a game for just the two of you and Bucky was so close to bursting. His fingers dropped your nipple and cupped your tit again, kneading it around as you shifted and he could see the way you were biting your lip to keep quiet.

Fuck, you really were so good for him.

His hand left your breast, his fingers light and soft as they trailed downwards, not going as far as he would have liked but they lightly danced down your stomach before finding their way back to your tits and down again. Bucky grinned as you started fidgeting even more before turning your head fully into his chest and nuzzling against it.

Your mom chose that moment to turn to face you, the shifting finally catching her attention. Bucky moved his hand just in time and smiled softly at her, glancing down at you and seeing you had your eyes closed.

“She fell asleep,” He murmured and watched her smile as he shifted you until he was able to pick you up. “I’ll take her to bed.”

Your mom nodded and thanked Bucky, watching the two of you leave. Bucky carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed, tucking the covers around you as you watched him.

“Good girl keeping it our secret.” Bucky praised and watched as you smiled at him. “You feel good, baby?”

“Feels funny.” You murmured tiredly and Bucky had to stop himself from grinning.

“Funny?” He asked instead, watching as you nodded and shifted closer to him, humming as you did.

“Uh-huh, in my stomach.” You told him and he couldn’t stop his lips twitching upwards but kept them in a soft smile.

“That’s good, sweetheart, means the special kisses are doing their job making you feel good.” Bucky assured you and you looked up at him with so much trust he felt another dribble of pre-cum escape him.

“Love you.” You told him softly, tilting your head up and puckering your lips expectantly and who was Bucky to deny you a soft goodnight kiss.

When he closed your door he let his head hit the back of it and couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand into his sweatpants, groaning when his fist closed around his soaked cock. He bit his lips and gave himself a few tugs before he forced himself to move, heading downstairs, knowing he needed more than his hand tonight.

It wasn’t long before he was back upstairs, his cock buried in your mom as he slammed in and out of her at a brutal pace, cumming harder than he could ever remember cumming, his thoughts not on the woman in his bed, she was nothing more than a hole for him to use until he had you where he needed you. His thoughts were filled with soft, deep kisses, the feeling of your tits and those delicious sounds you made.

It was so easy to get you used to his touch along your tits, he let that last for a couple of months before he needed more. The next part was the part he was dreaming about, finally getting to touch that little pussy. He knew he had you in a place where you thought this was normal, that this was what happened between daddies and their girls, he knew he could touch you all over and you’d keep quiet.

He waited until your mom was out of the house this time, knowing how much you struggled keeping quiet when he played with your tits, there was no way you’d be silent for this, though the thought of him toying with your pussy in front of your mom without her knowing did send a wave of dark pleasure through him.

The two of you were on your bed together, you had called Bucky in to show him something and it had evolved into kisses and him kneading your breasts. He waited until you pulled away from the kiss, settling yourself against his chest whilst he played with you before he made his move, he wanted your full attention to be on his fingers.

His fingers trailing down your clothed stomach was something you were used to so you didn’t think anything of it when Bucky’s fingers went down towards your belly button but you did notice when they slipped lower than usual.

Before you could say anything though you let out a soft squeak as Bucky’s fingers grazed down the front of your pussy. Your head shot up to look at him but Bucky just smiled at you and let his fingers trail back up, stopping at your clothed clit and letting his fingertips trace circles around the bud.

He watched as any words on your tongue dried up and instead you let out a soft, whining moan, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes as warmth spread across your lower half. He smirked to himself as your eyes fell closed with each circled rub and your lips parted, more soft whimpers escaping you as he alternated between trailing his fingers up and down and rubbing circles against you.

He tried to keep his touch soft and light, he really did but fuck if those noises weren’t doing everything for him. Unconsciously he found his fingers picking up the pace, the noises escaping you coming out faster and louder and Bucky greedily drank them in.

“Does that feel so good, baby?” Bucky asked and you let out a breathy moan, hips bucking unconsciously up into his touch and he couldn’t stop the soft groan that left him, his cock hard and straining against his jeans.

“Uh-huh, it feels really good.” You told him, trailing off into a mess of moans and Bucky wanted to touch you, he wanted to feel your clit against his fingers, wanted his fingers to slip across your hole, maybe accidentally sliding in just a little bit.

And so he didn’t stop himself. He knew you were so blindingly trusting of him by now that you wouldn’t tell anyone, hell he knew you were ready for him to fuck you and would keep your mouth shut but he wasn’t going to push it.

He did need to touch you though, desperately.

His fingers left your pussy causing you to let out a loud whine, pouting up at him but Bucky didn’t waste any time. His hand coming up to the top of your pyjama shorts and slipping past the waistband of those and your underwear.

This time he couldn’t help but moan when his fingers grazed your pussy, trailing down and feeling how wet you were for him already. At the same time Bucky moaned your breath hitched before you let out a gasped moan, looking at Bucky with wide, doe eyes and it took all his strength not to force his fingers into your hole, to fuck you silly on them until you were a crying mess.

With a deep breath he managed to control himself and let his fingers play with your pussy softly, circling your clit and drawing more and more gasps and moans from you, your head buried in Bucky’s chest as you hand gripped his shirt.

He sped his fingers up, smirking to himself at how far gone you were already and he had barely even touched you, this was just a taste of how good he could make you feel but he wouldn’t push it yet, he’d get you used to it until you were begging for more.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Bucky praised as his fingers trailed down to feel how wet you were and god you were soaking, “let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Please Daddy.” You whimpered and Bucky moaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to not cum in his pants because fuck if that didn’t feel good.

“Daddy’s got you, sweetheart.” Bucky murmured and he could see you were ready to cum, so he increased the pressure, grinning when you let out a strangled moan and pressed down into him.

It didn’t take long before you were throwing your own head back, letting Bucky see your face as you came apart on his hand. You were beautiful like this, lips parted as you cried out, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

Bucky continued to work your oversensitive pussy until you were whimpering and burying yourself back into his chest. When he finally pulled his fingers off you he couldn’t help but gather some of you cum onto his fingers, sneaking a taste of you as you hid in his chest, groaning at the sweet taste.

And if Bucky left the room not long after with a wet patch on his jeans then nobody else had to know.

Bucky felt like he was losing his mind waiting and getting you ready, it had only been a month or so since he started playing with your pussy, slowly introducing more and more, slipping his fingers inside you and groaning about how tight you felt around him. It was exhilarating and he was impressed with his own patience, impressed by how well he had managed to not snap.

But Bucky was only a man and when your mom suggested the three of you go out for dinner tonight and you came downstairs wearing that little black skirt he felt all his self-control slip away. He was desperate, he needed to have his hands on you and it was killing him to have to keep his fingers to himself.

In the restaurant you took the seat next to Bucky with your mom sitting opposite the pair of you, chatting away oblivious to Bucky’s thoughts of wanting to be buried in her daughter. Bucky sat back in his chair and couldn’t stop his gaze straying to you, god you were stunning.

His eyes drifted lower and he had to take a deep breath when he saw the skirt you were wearing riding up slightly. He glanced away but his thoughts were wild with images of you squirming and whimpering as he played with your pussy.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was risky but he couldn’t help himself, he was so desperate to touch you that he couldn’t control himself. He looked over at your mom, still prattling on and so stupidly oblivious before his hand slipped discreetly onto your thigh.

Bucky didn’t look over at you when your head shot over to him, just continued to nod and smile in the right places as his thumb brushed up and down your inner thigh, squeezing the skin lightly until you relaxed again.

Then his hand slipped higher up until his palm cupped your pussy, his thumb stroking against your clothed clit as his fingers shifted against your hole. Again your head snapped back to him and he could feel your breathing hitch but he showed no signs of seeing you, just continued to stroke at your pussy.

He couldn’t stop himself from smirking as you shifted in your seat and brought your elbow onto the table, your palm coming up to rest on your cheek and covering your mouth as you desperately tried to hold back whimpers.

You tried staying still but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving, trying to get closer to Bucky whilst not showing any signs that something was happening under the table. Bucky was in heaven, here you were in front of your mom, in public, letting Bucky play with you because you trusted him so much, because you were so ridiculously well trained that he knew he could do anything he wanted and you’d go along with it.

Bucky couldn’t stop his smirk pulling wider when the waiter came to take your orders and you stuttered your way through your answer, your mom asking if you were ok afterwards and you clenched your thighs together as you nodded.

He could tell you were getting close now, he knew it had to be killing you to stay silent. You were always so vocal, he loved that you never hid your pleasure from him, never stopped the cries and whimpers escaping you. It was intoxicating but this was doing just as much for him, watching your cheeks flush, seeing your palm digging into your mouth to stay quiet, feeling your hand tighten against his wrist as his fingers worked you over the edge, it was beautiful.

When you came you couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped you, head tilting to the side slightly towards Bucky and your eyes slipped closed. Your mom raised an eyebrow at you and asked if you were sure you were ok and Bucky just about held a chuckle in when you nodded after a few moments, struggling to keep your breathing under control before Bucky let his hand pull away from you.

“I, uh, I don’t feel too good.” You choked out and your mom’s expression shifted into one of concern whilst Bucky hid a smirk. “I’m just, um, restroom. I need to use the restroom.”

Bucky watched you stand, pulling your skirt down as you did and his eyes immediately fell to your ass as you walked away to clean yourself off your cum.

“I hope she’s ok, she looked a bit flushed.” Your mom said, turning to look at Bucky who nodded and brought his hand to his face, scrubbing it across his stubble and letting his fingers drag across his lips, letting his tongue poke out enough to taste you on himself.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Bucky assured and tried not to groan at the sweet taste of you.

It wasn’t much longer after that that Bucky made his mind up. It had been so long, so much time invested into making sure you trusted him, into getting you to associate anything sexual with him. It had been so long and Bucky was aching for it. He was rubbing himself sore with how often he had to take himself into his fist, thoughts of your little moans as you came too much for him to ignore.

He waited until the house was empty for the weekend, your mom out of town on some business trip that Bucky hadn’t bothered to listen to. In all honesty the second she told him she’d be gone he stopped listening all together, his thoughts already on his cock stretching you out.

Bucky had waited so long for this, so damn long. He couldn’t even wait a full hour after your mom had left before he was opening the door to your room and making his way over to your bed.

It was still early, the sun not long having risen and you were still asleep when he climbed onto your bed, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy whine that left you even as you tilted your head to the side to make room for him.  

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle against your neck before he slipped lower, mouthing at your clothed tit. He didn’t waste any time lifting you shift enough to wrap his mouth around your nipple, groaning as he sucked it greedily into his mouth, feeling you shift and push up into him.

His other hand came up to knead at your other tit, you moaning and whimpering and fuck even when you were asleep you were so responsive to him.

He finally managed to pull himself off your tits, smirking at the whine that left your lips before he trailed kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

He’d never gotten to taste you before, not properly, not like this and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hard already, so desperate for it. He’d be so patient, he deserved to take everything from you.

He was able to pull your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, groaning when he saw the wetness already staining your underwear. God you were so perfect for him, he really had trained you well.

Bucky wasted no time aligning his face with your pussy, pausing only to place a soft kiss to your inner thigh before he dove in.

He felt you wake with a gasp, your thighs closing around his head but his hands were pushing them wide apart, spreading you open as he licked and sucked at your pussy.

“Bucky!” You choked, “mhm, wh-what, oh, what are you-“ you tried to ask but cut yourself off with a strangled moan.  

Bucky didn’t bother to pull away to answer you, he had waited too long for this and now that he had a taste he was hooked, eating you out like a man starved. Your whines and whimpers were only pushing him further, he needed more from you, he needed you crying and begging whilst he ruined you, whilst he took your innocence away, knowing that you were trained so well, loved him so much that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

Bucky could feel when you were about to cum, the change in your breathing, the way your pussy clenched around him. It took all his effort but he managed to pull away from you, a cry of displeasure leaving your lips because you were so close to that good feeling only Bucky could make you feel.

“Daddy’s got you, baby girl.” Bucky murmured, shifting up the bed to press a messy kiss to your lips, groaning as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

Bucky had positioned himself in between your legs and gave a roll of his hips as he kissed you, rocking his cock against you and hearing you let out a confused whine. He couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss before pulling away, seeing those wide eyes focused on him.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Bucky told you, thumb brushing against your lips, moaning as he pushed it into your mouth and you automatically sucked on it.

He moved away and pulled his shirt off, watching as your eyes widened even more, confused and yet still taking him all in. Then he moved to pull his pants down, dragging his underwear off too and keeping his eyes on you.

“It’s alright Y/N, you trust Daddy, don’t you?” And god if the nod he immediately received didn’t send a wave of pleasure through his cock. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, you’re gonna let Daddy play with you, huh, make you feel real good?”

A swarm of emotions was clear on your face, confusion being the main one but Bucky was over the moon to see that there was no hesitancy, no fear. He’d trained you so fucking well, it’d be no time before you were nothing but a needy set of holes letting him use you however he wanted.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky praised when you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he tried to be gentle he really did but once his head lined up with your hole he couldn’t help but push himself halfway in in one deep thrust, relishing in the pained sobbed that escaped you.

“It’s alright Y/N/N, it’s gonna feel so good, Daddy always makes his baby feel good, right?” Bucky managed to ask once he’d got through the wave of pleasure that hit him because you were so fucking tight and he could feel you clenching around him.

“Always Daddy.” You answered and he couldn’t help himself, hearing you call him Daddy sent him over and he slammed the rest of the way into you, seeing the tears that had formed in your eyes leak over and onto your cheeks.

“So pretty for me baby.” Bucky praised, looking down at your closed eyes and the tears making their way down your face, your mouth parted slightly as you panted for air.

Bucky’s hand came up to your chin, thumb trailing along your lower lip before he let it wander lower, wrapping gently around your throat and watching your eyes fly open when he applied the smallest bit of pressure.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby, trust Daddy.” Bucky told you and you stared at him for only a second before nodding.

Just as he felt you relaxing he started moving inside you, he somehow managed to keep his thrusts soft and slow at first, the pace and the tight heat of your pussy driving him crazy. At some point your sobs of pain turned into cries of pleasure as tears still leaked over your eyes.

Bucky started to increase the speed of his thrusts, pulling right out of you only to slam deep back into you and your cries and whimpers were music to his ears. It was so much better than he could have thought, all this time fantasising what you would feel like and god the real thing was so much more than he could have hoped for.

As he picked up his pace he applied more pressure around your neck, watching as a moan got stuck in your throat as he pressed you into the bed. Your eyes widened for only a moment before you relaxed, looking at him with the most trusting, adoring look he had ever seen and it was all he could do to not bury his load in you then and there.

But he was close, the pretty picture you made, a fucking beautiful mess of tears as his cock stretched out your tight, little hole, lips parted as he choked you. He couldn’t stop himself from hammering into you, small little whimpers managing to escape you that went right to his dick.

He could feel you were about to cum all over his cock so he tightened his grip on your throat even more and watched seconds later as you threw your head back as best you could in his hold and he could feel you clenching around him as you came with a soundless moan.

Bucky lasted for only a few more thrusts before he was burying himself as far into your tight pussy as he could, feeling himself cum deep inside of you, the thought of him filling you up full of his cum causing his hips to buck impossibly further into you.

Bucky stayed buried in you, his grip on your neck even tighter as he focused on his own pleasure, you nothing more than a hole to him right now and it wasn’t until you managed to let out a choke noise that he turned his attention back to you.

You were always, even still, overwhelmed whenever you came but with the added pressure of his fingers around your neck and his cock you were out of it, completely dazed and eyes unfocused. Bucky couldn’t resist squeezing your neck one last time, savouring the choked cry that left you before he finally let up and let you breathe.

The second his hand was off you, you were panting, head falling to the side and lips parted. You were fucking ruined and Bucky loved it. He loved it even more when he pulled out of you and you let out a whine, he loved watching the mix of your cum and his trailing out of your hole, smirking when he saw a trail of blood too, knowing that he hadn’t tried to hold back once he started.

Fuck, you were a mess. He knew he could shove his cock right back in you and you’d just lay there and take it, mind so far gone on his cock. It was intoxicating, finally seeing all his time and effort paying off, finally knowing how your tight, little pussy felt around his thick cock.  

He knew he could make the most of this weekend, knew it wouldn’t take much to turn you into nothing but his mindless, cock hungry slut. He’d only fucked you once and you were already so far gone.

“Oh, yes! May is perfect for that,” she proposed to which your eyes lit up, “yes, yes May is great!” you hugged her again.

“This gives us four months to plan, do you two have any other plans?” your mother asked, she was happy you finally found your happiness in Peter. She adored the young man and always told everyone how he would be her son in law.

“Not exactly, we know that we want to keep it quiet. Just family and close friends,” you explained. You hated having to many people around you and if it was just your family and friends you would feel a lot more comfortable.

Your mother agreed with you, however she fought against the urge to change your mind. She needed to respect your wishes, even if she didn’t want to agree with them.

Just then the front door opened and Bucky Barnes, your stepfather walked in. Your mother immediately stood up and fell into his arms with excitement, confused he hugged her back with a smile.

“What has gotten into you honey?” he questioned lovingly, his wife squealed, “my baby is getting married! Peter asked her to marry him, and she said yes.”

Bucky’s eyes squinted at the news, “did he now?”

Bucky Barnes, CEO of Winter Techs, successful businessman and new husband of your mother for three years now. One day you came back home and walked into your father’s house to find a stranger sitting comfortably on the couch with your mother.

The moment she saw you she got nervous and babbled about how they met, how much they loved each other.

You inspected him more closely as he came to introduce himself, he was the complete opposite of your father. Dark hair, broad shoulders, a light stubble beard, tall as well as muscular and most of all younger than her.

Add to that from the looks he was more your type than hers, you never questioned her why she chose someone younger. It wasn’t your place and after gathering more information about Bucky your questions were quickly answered.

After your father died your mother fell in dept and needed the money, Bucky had money, a lot of money and to top it all off he made her feel young as if she wasn’t almost eighteen years older than him – five years more than you.

You couldn’t believe her. You wondered if she actually loved him or if she just wanted the money and the feeling of youth.

Over time you got to know Bucky better despite your efforts to stay away, it wasn’t just that you didn’t want a relationship with him but also the fact that he was insanely attractive.

Bucky however always sought contact with you until you couldn’t stay away anymore. The man could read you like no other and knew of your attraction towards him. One night, your mother in bed and you alone with Bucky, you acted and kissed him.

This was it, that was the start of your affair with Bucky. You wanted to stop, but he was addicting and to your surprise the relationship wasn’t just sexual, no he took care of you and whispered sweet words in your ear.

Long story short. You fell for him but knew he would never feel the same or act on it which was the reason you decided to move on. The only problem? Bucky didn’t accept it, you landed in bed together more often than you’d like to admit.

Peter could be your salvation, he could help you break the cycle. This marriage could be your way out, right?

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts with a smile on his face as if was really happy for you. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said tight lipped and pushed yourself up from the cushions.

You want to leave as soon as possible, not wanting to be in the same room as him any longer. “I’ve got work tomorrow so I will go to bed now…,” you stated, and your mother hugged you tightly again. “Proud of you my girl,” she whispered and kissed your cheek, “good night,” Bucky nodded along.

With that you walked up the stairs, a relieved sigh blowing from your lips. You needed a shower, thankfully you had your own bathroom which shielded you from any unwanted intruders.

The hot water relaxed your muscles, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Hopefully this would all end in a few months.

After the shower you turned on your hairdryer and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Your thoughts running wild, but the sound of the hairdryer smoothing you.

With a frightened squeak you jumped up a little bit. Bucky had entered with a glare on his face, “marriage huh?” he asked while sitting down. You scoffed at his audacity, “what? Did you expect me to never move on and always pine after you?”

Bucky shook his head, of course not but he wouldn’t let this boy take you away from him. You belonged to him, and he would make sure you knew that.

“No, but you shouldn’t settle for someone like him,” he admitted and closed his hand around yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Someone like him? He’s nothing but good to me, worships the ground I walk on, always knows when I need something, is the nicest person you’d ever meet and he loves me,” your voice broke in the end.

“And I don’t love you? I don’t worship the ground you walk on? I don’t know when you need something, I’m not good to you milyy?” Bucky’s voice is hard, he grips your jaw instead to make you look at him.

He loosened your towel and revealed your naked body, his fingertips grazed over your sensitive skin. You could feel him putting his jaw on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear.

“Tell me, do I not love you?” he questioned again, beginning to stroke your clit. You didn’t want to answer him, his questions were unfair, and he knew it. “Mhm, you’re already wet,” the deep voice sends shivers down your spine, only making you wetter.

“James we can’t,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. A slap on your drenched cunt had you gasping, “what’s my name?” Bucky growled. “Daddy,” you whimpered, a deep chuckle sounding through your ears at the word, “good girl.”

His unoccupied hand closed around your throat, the cool metal sending shivers along the back of your neck. He made you look into his ocean blue eyes, they were filled with lust, lust for you.

You closed your eyes, not being able to look into his eyes any longer. He would draw you under his spell again, you couldn’t let it happen…, “look at me milyy,” he commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist.

“Mhm, you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck,” Bucky praised, his hand fit around your neck like a necklace. The only one you wanted to wear forever.

While his lips ghosted over yours, his fingertips circled your mound. You whimpered, the brunette always teased you to no end. It was torture, sinful, pleasurable torture.

Two of his fingers entered your tight hole, you squeezed them tight as he curled them inside you. The tightness had him scoffing teasingly, “how can you still be this tight? How often have I fucked you yet huh? One would think I’ve stretched you out by now,” he purred against your mouth.

Oh, how true his words were. Almost every night he would sneak into your room and gift you immense pleasure. At the beginning he had to careful as to not hurt you, the first few times he prepped you until he was able to fully fit inside you.

“I have given you so much, and this is how you thank me?” with a sharp tone he hit your certain spot which had you moan pathetically.

If you could, you would have scoffed, the audacity. He gave you broken promises, countless nights of heartbreak that left you crying yourself to sleep. Those moments seemed to overshadow the good ones by now, the ones you should have had more off.

“Poor guy…how will he take it when you tell him you changed your mind?” his words were laced with honesty, Bucky knew what he was saying and meant every word off it.

The way he massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn’t come easy. They never did with Bucky and if it wasn’t for your current situation you’d preen in every second of it. Now, right in this moment, something was difficult.

“Aww, milyy, my beautiful girl...do you want to come? Tell me I’m the only one, tell me you only love me,” if you weren’t drowning in pleasure, you would have heard his voice waver at the end of the sentence. Bucky didn’t want to lose you.

“You’re the only one, I only love you,” the words melted from your tongue easily, no doubt in your tone.

You shakily moaned as his fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spread in your stomach. Bucky had his metal fingers still on your throat but you clawed onto his back with compact breaths as you chanted his name over and over again like a prayer.

Nails digging into the white dress shirt that covered his beautiful body, thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Come,” he demanded, letting go of your throat to steady your back, “come on my fingers, show me how good you can listen to me milyy.”

Listen you did, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Even with the blow dryer on your moan would have been heard if it weren’t for Bucky swallowing your mouth with his.

He almost muted your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven, you wished it could stay like this. Bucking your hips against Bucky’s thigh to create more friction was no use.

As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Bucky in a passionate kiss, it reminded you of easier times…if they ever were. He was the man of your dreams, but he could never truly be yours.

Still in your little headspace Bucky picked you up and carried you to your bed, he turned off the hair dryer before kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll get you a tea and then we will find a way how you can break the news to Peter,” was all he said and then left your bedroom.

You registered his words slowly, you finally needed to break the cycle. Carefully you walked to the door and locked it, sliding down the hard wood closing your eyes defeated.

Muffled footsteps echoed through the door. Bucky tried opening the door. It didn’t open, again, still closed. With more strength this time, still closed. A scowl overtook his features, “milyy, open the door. I won’t tell you again,” his voice hard and demanding.

“We need to stop, this was the last time,” it was hard saying these words, but they needed to be said, “I’m going to marry him, I’m going to marry Peter.”

Bucky slammed his fist against the door, “no, no. Milyy you won’t, no!” A tear rolled down your cheek at the volume of his voice, why did this have to be so hard? “James leave, please,” another tear grazed your skin.

On the other side of the door Bucky had his forehead leaned against the wood, ‘James’ only you used his first name. Everyone else used his nickname or ‘Mr. Barnes’ but not you, it became special to him and strengthened the bond between you two.

“Open the fucking door,” he sounded demanding – he was. Again, he banged his fist against the door before sliding down like you, his hand pressed to the door.

“Don’t, I love you,” Bucky’s tone was softer now and his voice broke while all your dams broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks, “you have to leave,” you sobbed wiping away the tears, “Bucky,” you said his nickname to underline the importance behind it and the need to act as if there was nothing more than a father-daughter relationship.

Bucky shook his head desperately, it hurt to hear you say his nickname in a situation like this. One single tear escaped his eye, he wasn’t ready to lose you.

Neither one of you were able to sleep that night, you cried yourself to sleep, and Bucky laid awake next to your mother not touching an inch of her.

The next day you avoided him as much as you could, instantly met up with Peter. You spoke with him and a few days later packed your things to move out of your mothers home. She was happy for you while Bucky glared at Peter’s back the whole time.

All he could do was watch you leave, his heart breaking with every piece of you that left. To your mother he acted as if he was just a little sad you moved out, she believed him and loved the whole act of him stepping into the father figure.

The months leading up to your wedding you barley came to visit your mother at her house. Bucky laid awake most nights with you on his mind, his heart completely shattered.

Meanwhile you didn’t feel any different, but the attraction you felt towards Peter helped you. Everyday you animated him to have sex with you, made him go shopping with you, tried being with him every second just so you wouldn’t think of Bucky.

Peter didn’t mind, he enjoyed the time and only fell deeper in love with you.

Your wedding day. It was, finally, your way out. Today you had to face Bucky again, he would walk you down the isle – a wish your mother had. Hopefully everything go well today.

Currently you were getting ready, your maid of honour and mother helping you. They talked to you, how happy they were for you, but all you could think about was Bucky. Why wouldn’t he leave your mind? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, you’re marrying the love of your life…or are you?

“I think I need a minute…alone,” you whispered, letting your head hang down as you fiddled  with your fingers. “Of course, honey,” your mom said and kissed your cheek, then moving out of the room with your friend.

As soon as they were gone you sighed heavily, why was it so hard? You wanted to cry but didn’t dare to smudge your make up which took the stylist an hour.

A soft knock caused your head to snap up, you prayed it wasn’t Bucky, “come in,” you announced and to your dismay it was Bucky. You hoped it was your dismay.

“Hey,” he greeted you and closed the door behind him, locking it. “Unlock the door,” you tried to keep your voice strong, to not let him know that he had an effect on you with just walking in the room.

“Please, let us talk,” he begged walking over to you. “We don’t need to talk, it’s too late,” turning your head you looked right into his ocean blue eyes which were filled with hurt.

“It’s not, I love you and you love me,” Bucky took your hands, the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through your body. “If you loved me you wouldn’t still be married to my mother Bucky,” your voice disgusted at the fact that he was still with your mother and slept with her.

He fell on his knees before you, “don’t call me Bucky, you always say James,” he whispered as his head came to rest on your lap. It hurt you to say Bucky as well, gladly you would go back to James, but it would be wrong right?

“That doesn’t change anything. I’m tired, tired of sharing you with my own mother who only married you for your money and to tell herself she’s still young,” you sniffled as the words left your mouth, you loved your mother, but it was the truth and Bucky went along with it.

“You told me you loved me and then went to sleep in her bed, do you know how much that hurts? I wanted to be with you day and night, but can you say the same?” the tears broke finally free. Until the very end you believed him, it was wrong you knew that.

“Milyy, don’t cry, please. I love you, I know I should have left her and I will, I have the papers ready,” lifting his head he loosened his right hand to wipe away your tears.

You were shocked by that reveal, did he lie? Was he being honest? How could you find out? Why did you even care? You cared because you loved, loved him more than you should.

“I can’t just leave. I risked so much for you, I’m done risking everything for you,” you shock your head. In about thirty minutes you were supposed to walk down the fucking isle and marry, and here you were crying, smudging your make up because of Bucky who declared his love for you and that he was close to divorcing your mother because of you.

“I love you so much, I know what you’re risking but I promise you I’m not lying. This time I won’t stay away, I won’t leave. You are my everything, you’ve been for a long time now and I’m sorry I didn’t show you properly,” both of his hands were now on your face catching the tears. Bucky moved his body up to be face to face with you.

You wanted to believe him, no, a part of you already believed him. After all your body yearned for him and as much as you loved Peter, he was no match to Bucky.

“James…,” hope lit up in Bucky’s eyes as you said his name, his first name, “I love you, but…,” was there really a ‘but’? There should be, Peter is a worthy, ‘but’ he should be the one.

“Milyy I’m done, I will show you how much you mean to me,” words hard he bunched up your dress and vanished under the fabric. You knew what was about to happen as you felt his rough pads dance along your skin.

The brunette pushed your white thong aside, “mhm white lingerie, picked it out just for Peter? For the big wedding night?” his voice was muffled but you were still able to hear his teasing word for word.

He latched onto your cunt without hesitating and groaned as soon as he tasted you, “how much I missed this pretty pussy.” At the deep groan you weren’t able to hold your whimper back, why did he have to be this hot?

With his metal thumb he stroked over your clit, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine. His tongue moved in and out of your leaking hole, the feeling of pleasure consuming your body and Bucky’s sinful words filling your thoughts.

“Oh, milyy have you let him eat your cunt? Let him have a taste of my cunt?” a slap on your sensitive mound pulled an unexpected squeal from you, “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

“I did, I let him eat my pussy, I’m sorry daddy,” you whine and oh how quick you were to fall for him again.

He shook his head, mumbling how disappointed he was in you. Still, he let his tongue back to roaming through your cunt, hitting your sweet spot which he found instantly.

As he devoured you like you were his last meal your orgasm approached. A tight knot build up in your stomach, you scrunched your eyes shut only waiting for the blissful feeling to overtake you. Bucky knew you were close, not just your stomach tightened no, your cunt almost imprisoned his tongue.

Bucky’s cool thumb drew circles on your clit before he gently bit his teeth down on your bundle of nerves. A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as a rush of ecstasy crashed into you, it was all it took for you to have one of the best orgasms in months.

With his tongue he guided you through your high, he was proud to have you shaking under him.

Replacing his tongue with two of his flesh fingers, Bucky pulled his head from beneath your dress. “I’m not done with you yet,” a sentence that promised pure pleasure and stilled a need in you.

“You look beautiful in white milyy,” Bucky cooed curling his fingers as he laid his hand back on your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You closed your mouth around his digit, sucking gently exactly like you sucked his cock.

His head fell back and his dress pants tightened, cock rock hard pressing against the fabric. It didn’t help his case that you, dressed in white was something he dreamed off.

Butterflies erupting in your tummy, you understood him. You missed his cock too much, no one was like, could be like him. Bucky was loosing his patience, retracting his fingers, and moving his hands to your waist. He lifted you onto the table, tugging the top of your breast down exposing your lace covered breasts.

“Would you look at that? Wearing a lace set I bought you, do you think he deserves to see you in it or were you waiting for me? Hoping I’d show up?” Of course, you hoped he’d show up, but you tried to repress the wish.

A scowl placed on his lips, “you dare to wear it for him,” he growled as he undid his pants revealing his beautiful cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, thick, and the girth is proportioned along his shaft while the head of his cock is even thicker. Mushroom formed head leaking with precum, his pretty curve you’d knew would hit every spot.

Oh, how bad you wanted to suck him off, “hold that for me milyy,” he ordered, holding up your dress. Doing as told you gripped the white fabric, wanting to do everything he asked of you. “Be quiet, we don’t want your mother hearing you…or your soon to be husband. What would they do if they knew you getting fucked by your stepdaddy huh?”

Your mother would disinherit you and Peter would curse you to the moon, but you didn’t care you wanted Bucky.

Slowly he pushed his tip in, already stretching you slightly, “daddy,” you whimpered. Had he been becoming bigger since you last fucked him? A tear rolling down your cheek, however this time from pleasure.

He continued pushing in, the way he stretched you made you feel a kind of pain you welcomed. “Fuck, see? This is what happens when I don’t fuck you enough. You’ve gotten tighter, I need to stretch you again. You will let daddy split you apart won’t you milyy?” Bucky began moving his hips at a slow pace, wanting an answer from you.

You tried focusing on forming words, but your head felt empty, he filled you up too good. A deep chuckle sounded through the room, “can’t believe I already fucked you dumb,” he could believe it.

“Yes, harder,” finally you managed to say something, and it didn’t surprise Bucky, but who was he to deny your wish? His pace became rougher.

With every thrust he hit your spot, god how much he loved the feeling of you clenching your walls together. When he added his thumb into the play you moaned louder than before. He loved the sounds he could drive from you but it was too dangerous right now.

“Keep making those loud sounds and I will have to punish you,” lacing his metal hand around your throat and squeezing it as a warning made your walls clench resulting in your lover groaning.

If your head wasn’t empty maybe you would have been able to bite something back. Even though Bucky was pummelling and destroying your pussy, you need him closer. Wrapping your legs around his middle you brought him closer to you.

His cock hitting deep inside you, without the dress there would have been a belly bulge visible.

“Missed me so much milyy? God, I’m gonna come and let you milk my cock till the last drop,” Bucky was close to the edge, it had been too long since last had his cock buried inside you.

“Come for daddy,” you tightened around him but needed more, something was missing, “fucking come for me, I said,” his tone became harsher, more controlling. Bucky pressed lightly on your throat. That was it the choking, the thumb circling your clit, the way he split you open with his cock.

A pathetic whine left you as you came all over Bucky’s cock, bliss shooting through your veins. “James,” you sighed over and over again, the name music in Bucky’s ears.

“Good girl,” he praised, his pace becoming uneven as his high neared, “milk every last drop of me or I will paint your pretty face with it and let you walk down the aisle covered in my cum.” He didn’t have to ask twice for you to drain him.

He reached his high and let his head fall on your breast to muffle his groan. You accepted every drop of him like you were told, your hands snaking into his hair to keep him where he was.

The last drop came from him, he stilled in your cunt. Endorphins jumping through the air, you’ve never been happier. Bucky, your James was with you again, “I love you, James,” you whispered with a smile. He wasn’t able to keep himself from smiling either, gently he freed his hair from your grasp, “I love you too, milyy,” with joy he locked your lips with his.

Your hands rested on his cheek, the fire and passion you two held still not gone.

Suddenly a knock on the door broke you from the moment you shared with Bucky. With wide eyes you sat up causing Bucky to whimper as he was still inside you.

“Honey? Are you ready? We’re about to start in five minutes, I’ll get Bucky and then we can start,” your mother’s voice could be heard. Everything that just happened downed on you, how could you fall into Bucky again? No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.

Bucky let go of you and pulled his cock out, dripping with you mixed juice. “You have to decide now, leave with me or marry him,” his tone was serious, “maybe this will help you,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plug and pushed it into your leaking hole, “wanna make you keep everything.”

Just then you instantly stood up, “this was wrong, you’re lying. You will never leave my mother,” you run around to room, trying to fix yourself.

“How can you be so fucking stubborn. I’m going to divorce her, you get that? I will leave her for you, we can be together. You won’t marry that boy, milyy.” Even Bucky was getting fed up by now, he just wanted you and no one else.

“Those are just words James. You say this and that but when are you going to do something!” You raised your voice, after all this time and he still didn’t understand it.

“You say that now, you will divorce her, but what if I marry Peter. What then? You keep being married to her? As long as you don’t act on nothing, I will marry him,” you couldn’t let him bring you under his spell again just to hurt you. Peter was good for you and acted when he said something.

Bucky scoffed, he was serious. Everything was ready, Steve made the divorce papers, Natasha searched him a new house and the missing piece was you.

“Honey?” your mom called again and this time you answered, “I'm coming!” You gave Bucky one last glance, “will you act on it, James?”

Bucky couldn’t get one word over his lips, he wanted to and he already did act on it, but why was is it so hard to say something?

His silence was defining for you, you shock your head with a glare and walked out to your mother who was excitingly awaiting you, “everything alright?” she asked. You smiled, it was forced but she didn’t seem to notice, “I will walk down alone,” was all you could say.

Your mother was confused, why wouldn’t you let Bucky walk with you? Before she could ask you were on your way and the ceremony began.

Peter smiled, even shed tears as he saw you, however your tears were of hurt instead of happiness. As it began you noticed Bucky coming back in the corner of your eye and whisper something to your mother which left her shocked. A hint of hope sparked in your chest.

Everything went like it should, you said your vows, even were able to say ‘I do’ which to you felt more painful than it should have. “Does anyone here have something against this union? Speak now or be silent forever,” the priest said.

“I do,” a deep, familiar voice said. Shocked everyone turned to the one who those word belonged to, all eyes on Bucky, James, “I have something against it.”

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You bounced up and down on your stepdad's cock while his hips jerked upwards to meet your movements, his thick girth splitting your dripping and quivering cunt in half. The lewd smacks of your ass hitting his pelvis and the squelching sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the living room as he took you raw and dirty on the sofa.

You supported your trembling and weak body by gripping his thighs hard, digging your nails into the skin, while his hands palmed and held your bouncing breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers.

Each time he sheathed his whole cock between your walls, his bulbous head nudged and teased your sweet spot, edging you towards your release with each rough movement.

He uttered nothing but vile profanities in his deep and raspy voice, making your clit tingle and pussy flutter at the roughness of his words and actions.

“You're so good for your daddy, baby girl. Such a good tiny pussy that I get to fuck and abuse every day. My little fucktoy I get to use and stuff whenever I want.”

“P-please, daddy,” you mewled, “come inside me,” you begged in a whine.

“Yeah? You want me to come inside your pretty little cunt, angel? Want me to put a baby in you? To make your breasts full and plump?” He groaned as he squeezed them harder, making you moan at the painful sensation. “Make you swell up?” He grunted as he ran his palm down your stomach, caressing the skin in a soft motion. “You want to make me a real daddy?

“Yes, daddy, please,” you sobbed loudly like the little cock mess you were for him. Nothing on your brain other than wanting his warm cum to fill you up.

“Play with that pretty little clit for your stepdaddy, baby girl. I want to feel your pussy squeeze and grip my cock as I pump you full of my cum.”

Bringing your fingers to where he and you were connected, you circled your aching and deprived nub, the added stimulation making you jolt in his lap and shudder in bliss.

It didn't take long before you fell apart on his cock, sobbing as you exploded around him and making a mess all over yourself and him. Nothing but whines and begs left you for him to fill your needy and empty little pussy up with his sticky and warm cum. Your walls were practically begging for it as they squeezed and milked his length.

“Daddy, please, I want your cum.”

With deep and heavy grunts, he coated your insides with his warm and sticky seed, filling up your womb with everything he had to offer as he continued to mutter his profanities about what a good little girl you were for taking all of him.

“Good girl for taking all of me in that tiny little hole, angel. Letting me fill you up and make you swell,” he groaned as he continued to thrust up into your tightness.

Once you were thoroughly fucked and filled, he stilled deep inside you, ensuring that none of his cum could escape your used pussy. You rest your back against his torso, panting heavily while he cradled your weak and trembling body, kissing your temple and caressing your lower stomach.

“Rest up, sweetheart, and then we're going again. I need to pump and stuff your cunt with my cum all fucking day until I'm sure you'll be round and beautiful for me.”

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“I would like to call my daughter who planned this party along with me and Bucky.” You were pulled out of your thoughts as you see your mother and Bucky staring right at you smiling. You passed eye contact with the both of them before you stand up, a smile conveying that you were just not thinking of how this marriage would be a fucking disaster.

Stepping up on the stage beside your mother and ignoring the little smirk Bucky had given you, the host handed you a microphone. “Thank you, Y/N,” your mother started. “For making this dream come true.” Your eyes twitched, still smiling with a thought in your head I’m sorry.

“Thank you, for supporting me and Bucky.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell her and everyone in this room that you don’t. That she should ditch this bastard and fucking kick him in the balls. You only wished to yell and scream that she shouldn’t be with this man at all.

“I know we had problems at first but with communicating we went through it.”

Your head was spinning around with thoughts. Screaming that you should be on your fucking knees begging for forgiveness after telling her the truth. Apologising a million times as she slaps you across the face and yells at you for how much of a traitor you are. That she’s disgusted that you’re her daughter. She has every right to do so. You thought.

Awes and applauds were heard throughout the room. You were shoved out of your cloud once again by the feeling of your mother’s embrace. A tear almost spilt out as you returned her embrace. Pushing your head onto your mother’s neck like you used to do when you were younger. 

She pulled away, holding your shoulder, a resting smile plastered on her face. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning on your forehead. Tears finally tumbled through your eyes as you held her hands that caressed your face. “I love you.” You wanted to say sorry so bad. But there’s a pull stopping you. Regret? Sympathy? Fear? Or a mix of those?

“Look at the mother and daughter duo! Such a lovely sight to see.” You and your mother pulled away, hearing the host’s voice thumping through the speaker. You wiped your tears as your mother chuckled. Glancing to your right, was Bucky standing there unfazed by the moment until the host picked his attention.

“Mr Barnes you must adore this mother and daughter relationship so far.” Turning to the man, he gave a small smile and then pushed your mother closer to him by the waist, gazing at her adoringly. Then he looks up at you. You wanted to punch that invisible smirk that lays on his face. “Of course, I’ve wanted a family, long ago. Yet I was never given a chance.”

Your hands flinched at his words. You wanted to leave. You wanted to run into the restroom and vomit. This is making you want to cut your head off. Not listen to everything his mouth has to say. “But now, I could take the chance to be a part of this lovely family.”

That was your last strike, you went ahead and made a run for the restroom. Not minding the worried call of your mother or her friends. She was about to go and see if you were alright but got stopped by a woman calling out for her name. “Miss L/N sorry to interrupt but the boss calls for you and says it's important.” 

Before she can utter a decline, Bucky stops her. “Honey, you should go. I’ll check on her.” She hesitated. But the thing is, she trusts Bucky enough to let him handle the situation. And that is something that she should cut away.

She nodded, pulling Bucky in for a hug as her gratitude. He wanted to roll his eyes for the least of not pushing her away, but someone is watching them. The girl in front of them is awed in adoration for the “love” that they both are showing. Bucky then pulls away, holding her by her shoulder. “Go, it must be something important.” He kisses her forehead with an artificial smile. She muttered another thank you before fully getting pulled by her Secretary.

Throwing the facade away, he turns to go and looks for someone that he has to make an effort. Everything. All of this is for her. Call it an obsession and infatuation but he needs her in his life. Everything was supposed to be perfect about him and you. On that day that you broke the contract between you, he was supposed to be on his knees, with an F/N ring box opened and a diamond ring sitting perfectly inside it as he asked you to be his girlfriend.

But no, you just have to ruin the surprise, don’t you? He begged you, he told you not to do what you just did yet here you are standing on your own feet telling him that it is for the better. It was never for the better on his side. 

So yes, he has to go through all of this just for you. He doesn’t care if he hurts someone along the way, that being someone dear to you. However, he just doesn’t care. He wants you and what he wants always gets wrapped up around his fingers.

You were crying in the bathroom, the door locked as you feared someone would barge in. He will barge in. You were a mess. Tears scribbling down your face along with the mascara that you bought for this party, sobs that make you breathless, trying to calm your face down with some water,  ruining your makeup more. But at this point, you don’t care. You want to go home. You want to lay in your bed and be in misery of how you let your mother be engaged to that man. How you shove it in your mind that it’s your fault to be even associated with that man.

It was only your cries and the water running can be heard. Until you hear the knocking door. You paced yourself into taking deep breaths in, trying to make yourself sound like you never cried before saying “Who is it?” No one answered. So you let them be, hoping that they just went away. As your legs are giving up on you already, you let them take over and drop to the floor. Then the door suddenly flew open. 

You aborted and stood up instantly. Therefore the opened door shows someone who you would not want to see right now, not ever. “How in the hell-” your broken voice got cut off. “I have access to keys everywhere. You know that.” 

Groans fell from your lips. You should have known that. You knew that you could have just left the party already. As you are about to step out and leave, he shuts the door and locks it, not even getting a chance to say anything before he lifts you by the waist and sets you on the counter. He held your mouth close, covered by his big and veiny hands. 

“Listen,” he says. “You can stop all of this.” You were being held against moving or talking on your own. “You can leave with me. Be with me in another country. Leave this goddamn bullshit of life and be with me. Let everyone forget us. Choose this and all of this will stop. If you don't, well we have to go the long way now do we? So it’s in your hands to either make everything easier for all of us.”

You stopped squirming for a while from the tiredness and the fact that you can’t get out of his grip. He uncovered your mouth to let you speak but locked you in with his body so that you can’t go anywhere. You stared at him for a moment to see how mad he can be. Well, it was answered instantly. So mad.

Regardless of how you wanted your mother not to suffer, even though for sure if you left with him she will. You pledged to yourself to never walk in life with this man by your side. You spilt the words “No” sternly, pushing him away. As you were about to come down from the counter, he pushed you again, holding a tight clasp of your shoulders. “I should’ve known,” he smirks, that devilish smirk that is always his default. “You always wanted it the hard way.”

He pulls on your hair, causing a mewl to come out of you. He stared down at your throat like it was his meal and he has been starving for weeks. He watches carefully as he pulls your hair down more, your cleavage being pushed upon him. With his other hand, he pulls you more in him. Placing himself in between your legs as he likes it to be. 

Lowering his head down, he attacks your sweet soft skin, leaving traces everywhere his lips go. Your hands battled to push him away but it was no use as he latched them behind you with one hand. He continues to starve for your chin, to your neck then to your collarbone where you flawlessly sat there ready for him as always. 

The one holding your hair down pulled away as it grappled with one of your breasts and a soft groan was taken out of you. He trailed down to your cleavage, the hold on your wrists getting tighter and tighter as you tried to unrestraint them. He pulls away, staring at the masterpiece that he made by sucking on your cold skin. “S’perfect,” he groans, tearing your dress away from your body.

You gasped from the sudden coldness. He grabs your breasts again. He grumbled, frustrated at how there’s still something covering your precious breasts. His hand ripped your bra away from you and threw it somewhere in the room. You yelled at him, but it didn’t last long as you got interrupted by your very own moans from the way that Bucky gives your already hardened nipples a kitten lick as he watches the way that your face contorts. 

His eyes glare right inside your soul as he does his magic with his tongue. The way that he fully takes in your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them for dear life. Watching you tremble in lack of want but need. Knowing that you finally calmed down he lets your hands go free. Not far enough, his other hand roamed around your body as it settled down on your thigh. His hand going up and down, daring your dress to move upwards to show more of your inner thigh. 

Your breath hitched when he harshly cupped your clothed cunt, hardly gasping for air as he rubs your folds with his index finger. “Tell me to stop and I’ll fucking stop,” he murmurs into your ear, shivering from his cold breath that hits your neck. With your panties still guarding your mound with his finger, he pushes his finger in, a small moan leaving your lips as the harsh cloth of the fabric comes in contact with your walls. 

You want to tell him to stop. That this is wrong. But god do you miss this. The overwhelming feeling of both his finger and his kisses on your naked shoulder. He’s getting married to your mom but that doesn’t seem to help the situation you are in.

“Yah Don't want to, right? Y’want me, admit it. M’not the only one suffering all these months.” You whimpered as he pulled away, a smirk being evident on his face. He ripped your panties and threw them to god knows where along with the remains of your dress. The worry of having to go home naked was pushed aside and he slowly kneels in front of you. 

You shouldn’t want this. But help everyone, you need this. He pushes your legs away from each other more as he comes face to face with your cunt. Bucky moves his arms below your thighs and pushes them closer to him. “Such perfect little pussy. Tight and all wet for its daddy.” You inhaled deeply when he went in for your sloppy cunt. His tongue overlapped in every corner that he could take. Slushy noises echoed throughout the restroom as you covered your mouth with your eyes rolling back in your head.

His finger went in contact with your folds once again, spreading your juices out to make you seem messier. Bucky smirked devilishly when he saw you throwing your head back by just putting one of his fingers in. His tongue moves to your bud, licking the red and sensitive nub over time as his finger mercilessly thrust in you.

Countlessly plunging into your slopping cunt, he added another finger. It makes you jolt over back to the mirror behind you. Coming into contact with the mirror only pleases you more down there accidentally. “Miss this,” he groans. “I miss this pussy s’much. I miss your juices, baby. Daddy misses them so much.” A choked scream cuts him off when he adds a third finger to you, slamming them in and out of you without giving you time to breathe.

“Think you can give daddy what he wants, hmm?” His hum went straight into your cunt, a tight knot you felt being tangled. “Give daddy a taste of his favourite?” He continues to shove his fingers in you as you arched your back over the counter.

A high pitched moan surrounds the room as you feel yourself gush over his fingers. A sensational feeling takes over your body as he goes on to penetrate you with his fingers, cleaning you out by sucking your white sticky juices with his tongue. His groans as he sucks you dry didn’t help the dominating ecstasy coursing throughout your body.

Bucky did not stop until he knew he got the last drop and you were shaking from being sensitive. When he pulled away, his hair was already all over the place, a little cum dripping from the side of his chin. He swipes it with his thumb and sucks on it whilst he is staring back at your eyes.

He drops down to your barely shaking body and kisses your forehead. “S’good right?” He growls when a minute later you don't answer. You were ignoring him. He fisted your hair and yanked it harshly, watching as you hisses in pain. “You never learn, do you? Ungrateful brat,” he spat, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth. 

He degrades you in a way of spitting straight into your mouth. Your legs quivered as you started to cream again down there, his demeaning move startling your body.  “Gave you a chance to be treated like a fucking princess.” He slams his hand down on your thigh which causes a pitched noise reverberating around the golden lighted restroom. 

“Want to act like a bitch, then you get treated like a bitch.” 

“So if you act like an asshole I’ll treat you like an asshole.” 

His eyebrows irk at your response. You glared at him, knowing fully that he hates it when you talk back. He pulls you by the back of your neck, pulling you off the counter and turning you around to face the mirror. You’re a mess. His fucking mess.

“Getting brave now, are we? Such a mouth for a slut huh?” You heard him unbuckling his belt and pants as his other hand still pulls on your hair. “I’m the slut? Who’s the one begging me to stay with him? Who’s the one asking for sex with the daughter of his fiancé?” 

A loud gasp cuts you off from continuing the mockery. His hand left a red-hued mark on your ass. “S’not like your fault?” He pushes your head down on the cold counter where you sat earlier. Kneading your ass as he spanks you one more time before he grabs his cock in his hand and spreads the precum leaving his tip. “Going out in dresses like these. Running around the house with shorts as if you were teasing me.” A wild moan left your lips when he thrusts into you hard and in one go. 

He didn’t let you get used to his size as he thinks that you don’t deserve it and has been a bitch ever since. He crashes his hips into you, not giving a fuck if anyone was standing right outside the door and listening. He holds a grip on your waist, using it to slam your body down on him. 

You were a crying mess. You never knew that he could grow much bigger than in the last months. His girth drags heavily into your walls and the tip of his cock reaches that sweet spot that he memorises making you moan louder than you want it to be.

He pulls you up to his body by the arm, his right arm embracing your waist as the other finds its way up to your throat, choking you along the way. “Look at yourself,” he says, staring at the reflection of the both of you.

“Made perfectly to take my cock so well.” Your eyes drifted in front of you to see an erotic scene getting made by the two of you. You wanted to think how your mother would react if she saw this. But you were pushed so hard into oblivion that you don’t care as of now. Heavy gasps left your lips when you felt him push on your lower stomach where his bulge keeps showing.

“You like that don’t you? You like it when I push down here.” He pushes on it once again, throwing your head back to rest it on his shoulder. “Like it when I touch my cock from inside of you.” He thrusts his length so hard that it pushes more on your stomach, exhibiting a huge bulge laying there. 

Tears started to spill from your eyes from the irresistible pleasure that his cock brings and from the betrayal that you gave your mother. Of how your mother must be crying over the happiness that she will get married whilst you’re in a public restroom, getting manhandled by his soon to be husband.

“Such a perfect whore for daddy’s cock- fuck. A perfect masterpiece for me to use whenever I want to. And no one- oh shit. Get to have you like this.” 

Bucky fully pulls out before slamming back into you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. “You’re squeezing me, darling.”

“Please, please, please, please!”

He laughs at your pathetic pleads for the upcoming orgasm. He knows he should be punishing you right now but can’t help but miss the way that your walls tightened around him, signalling him that you’re close.

“Go on, do it. Let go f’me you cumdump of a slut. Show me how much you missed me.”

An erotic scream flew by your lips as he continues to slam his cock further into you. The jailed up spasm in your stomach is finally set free and bursts on his still moving dick. He moans, dropping his head on your shoulder, trying to chase your orgasm.

Your body shakes at the feeling of sensitivity but as Bucky states, he doesn’t care. He’ll do as he pleases and that’s to have himself cum in you.

“I’m going to fill you up so bad.”

As he says that, a groan was heard from him and another moan left you as he cascaded his streams of seeds into you. The warm feeling of his cum flooded your walls as he stayed still for a few moments. When he finally decided to pull out, you whimpered at the loss of his touch but whined at the trickling mix of cum leaving your cunt.

Bucky turned you around, sitting you down once again on the counter. Both are relentless for breath, he leans his forehead with yours as his breath hits your nose. He tucks the hair that was falling on your face behind your ear. He holds your face dearly with both of his hands and kisses your head lovingly.

“Don’t think that this will be the last.”

He lets you lean forward to him, stroking your head dearly as tears finally burst out of your eyes. You regretted this. You feel sorry for your mom. You want to just kill the man in front of you and then kill yourself. You feel remorseful for doing this. For letting him do this.

Bucky wasn’t. He only cared about you. Whether it’s a family or not, he doesn’t care. He wants you and he gets what he wants. No matter what road he has to take.

“It’ll all be easier if you just accept. Yet you want it the other way around.” He jerks away and faces you to see him. Eyes red from crying and face blank from not feeling anything but guilt. 

“Sorry honey, two can play at this game.”