bite4barnes

[bite4barnes]

SNEAKING OUT ⋆˚꩜｡ BARNES

— summary: to tame a brat, you must have a collar

— tags: smut!!! (minors do not interact). daddy kink. established relationship. bratty reader. unprotected sex. fingering. masturbation (m). reader gets collared and leashed. bucky being a Bit Controlling whoopsies. breeding talk. choking. pet names; baby, sweetheart, daddy. let me know if i miss anything!

— [a/n]: whoa my first fic here and i’m already writing a smut, enjoy!

“IT’S alright,” You said to the other side of the line. Yelena, your best friend was calling you to check if you were still coming to the night out. “He’s going to say yes, Lena. I am already getting ready, no way he’s gonna say no to me. If he says no, I'll sneak out.” You giggled, earning a groan from Yelena.

She knew that your relationship was a bit untraditional, with Bucky having control over your life to the point where it was suffocating for the people around you. But it was pure heaven for you. You liked being controlled, you liked being told what to do, most of all — you liked Bucky.

“And even if he says no, I get it.” Yelena replied, knowing well enough that Bucky was not going to say yes. “You never come out with us, what makes it different tonight? Might as well just have a night out at your place.” She joked. “Let me know, okay? Love you.” You muttered a ‘love you too’ to her before ending the call.

The arrangement between Bucky and you was established a year ago. The two of you met at a party, which was surprising even for you — since you never went to parties. But that night, you needed a change of pace, braving yourself to enter the club with your best friends and a dream. A dream to get laid and forget about it the next day.

Life took you on a different journey than you thought. You met Bucky — or James, as he introduced himself. His charming eyes enthralled you, you didn't care if he was a big tech hot-shot, or the fact that he owned a brownstone in one of Manhattan's fanciest neighborhood. That night, he was just Bucky, a charismatic man looking for someone to take care of.

A year later, you find yourself already living in the said brownstone. Your arrangement turned into a relationship, and you couldn't ask for more. Bucky always took care of you; from affection to material-wise, you were his and he made sure everyone knew it.

You turned on the vanity lights, getting ready for the night. Music blasted from your bluetooth speakers as you applied your mascara. You had a feeling Bucky was going to say no to your night out — but there was no harm in asking, right?

"Baby, I'm home!" You locked your phone, placing it on the table when you heard your boyfriend entering the house. You turned off the vanity lights, tying your silky robe around your waist.

There stood your boyfriend, with his black undershirt, folding his crisp white shirt on the couch. Bucky Barnes wearing a black t-shirt sent thrills down your spine, you immediately jumped on his lap, smothering him with kisses.

You were expecting him to return the affectionate gestures, but all you got was his strong hands gripping your waist. "Sweetheart, what the hell are you wearing?" He whispered, tone dropping to a rougher one.

“I told you I’m going out with Nat and Lena,” You replied, feeling his hands untying the robe. “And some other girl friends.” You added, oblivious to him glaring daggers at you. You were wearing the tightest dress you owned, a little black dress with a slit on the side. You knew it was a bit promiscuous, but it was a night out after all.

The word 'no' came out of his mouth faster than you could blink. "But you said I can still hang out with my friends every once in a while!" You pouted, nuzzling your head to the side of his neck, hoping you could coax him into saying yes.

"No, you are going to be a good girl and stay home." Bucky cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. "That's unfair." You groaned, still pouting at him.

"What's unfair, sweetheart?" He asked, challenging you. "You have a boys' night out with Sam and Steve every now and then. I wanna go out too with my friends." That sentence made Bucky grit his teeth, his hand traveled down to your neck — gripping it slightly.

You squeaked at the gesture, trying your best to be calm and collected. "That's different. I am capable of taking care of myself," He stated, looking straight at you. "You, on the other hand... You're just a baby compared to me, sweetheart." Bucky whispered in a condescending tone. "I think it's better if you spend time with me than parade around the club, yeah?" He continued.

The brown-haired man kissed your forehead, softening his tone. "So, no. No going out, okay? You're going to be a good girl and go to bed. I just have something to work on for a bit, I'll be with you in a bit." Your mind was already set by the time Bucky uttered out another 'no'.

You were going to sneak out.

Bucky retreated to his home office, already on call by the time he closed the door. You were upstairs, in the bedroom — opening the window. It was just a short jump to the backyard. You were strapping up your heels, getting ready for the jump.

“This is fine.” You muttered to yourself, checking the ground below you. Was a night out worth sneaking out of your house where you could laze around with your boyfriend, being smothered by his affection? Yes. Maybe. You were doubting your choices. But the thought of seeing your friends tipped the edge for you.

It was a night out with your best friends, you were going, not even Bucky could stop you. You fidgeted with your phone, texting Yelena that you were on the way. But before you even stepped out of the window — something, or someone pulled you back to the room.

"You think you can just get away from me?" He whispered, sending shivers down your spine. "I- I swear, I wasn't sneaking out." You mustered up a lie. "Then what were you doing, hm? Surely not stargazing." He sarcastically said.

You hung your head low in shame. "I was sneaking out." You quickly admitted, not brave enough to make eye contact with a very fuming Bucky Barnes. "I think you deserve a punishment, you've been a bad girl." He dragged you to the side of the bed. "On your knees, baby." With his command, you quickly scrambled down to your knees for him.

Punishments were meant to be a bad thing, but you couldn't help but to feel excited over it. After all, punishments would always end with Bucky praising you for your good behavior. Bucky walked away, opening the drawer to look for something. "What are you going to do to me?" You muttered softly.

"I think my pretty princess deserves to be collared tonight," He said, pulling out the pink leather collar in front of your face. You gasped, shaking your head at the sight. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ You stuttered, before you knew it, he was locking the collar on your neck, throwing the key out of reach.

His hands tore off your dress, ripping them easily. You gasped, wanting to complain about having your dress ruined. “I’ll get you new ones, stop talking.” He said, before you even opened your mouth.

Bucky stared as you kneeled down on the floor, looking up at him — with a pink collar attached on your neck. He brushed his thumb on pendant of the collar that had his initials on it. The collar was a dangerous piece in your relationship, Bucky would only use it if you were misbehaving.

And, oh, how misbehaved you were tonight.

Without hesitation, Bucky's large hand wrapped around your breast — teasing them gently before squeezing one, as he leaned down to capture your lips in a rough kiss. His other hand slid to grab the leash, pulling you closer as you began to grind against his shoe, shining it with your slick. You were already hot and bothered, hoping to get some relief. Bucky too, was already hard as a rock, his need for you overwhelming. “Don’t think this is for pleasure.” He growled into your mouth, pulling back from the kiss.

"So pretty for me, pet." He whispered, tugging the leash — pulling you closer to him. Your head rested in between his legs, nuzzling towards the growing hardness that was prominent on his jeans. "You need something, pet?" He asked. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

"You want to be good for me?" He tugged your hair as you nodded. "Then use your words."

"Want to taste you, daddy." You muttered softly. He chuckled darkly at your words, clearly not giving in. "Nah, I don't think you deserve anything good tonight." Bucky taunted you, twirling the leash around.

He tapped your lips with his fingers, signaling you to open them. “There we go.” He said, slowly pushing his fingers inside your mouth. You suckled on his digits, still looking up at him. “Please…” You whimpered, wanting him to give attention to where you wanted.

Bucky pulled out his fingers, causing you to pout. He dropped the leash to unbuckle his pants, stripping him bare from waist down. You could hear the sound of his cock bouncing to his stomach. He was hard just from having you on your knees with a pretty collar on.

“Stay put.” He commanded, spitting down on his palm before pumping his aching cock. The tip was angry, precum dripping down the thick length. “You are going to watch me and you can’t do anything about it.” He whispered.

That was torture for you, seeing your boyfriend pleasuring himself in front of you — not being able to do anything to help him. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky groaned, gripping his cock gently. “Yeah. I think I should waste my cum on my hands instead of being inside you.” He grinned, still stroking himself.

You quickly shook your head, wanting to feel his hot cum filling you up. “No!” You said. “No, don’t waste it, please.” You whimpered, making grabby gestures to reach out to him, only to earn a swat from him.

"No," He grunted, his voice strained with effort. He could see the disappointment in your eyes, but he was trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Just watch for now." His hips continued to move, his length glistening with precum as he pumped it faster and harder.

Bucky's eyes darkened with lust as he stared at your flushed state. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroke himself slowly, watching you watch him. Your eyes were fixed on his cock, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Poor baby, neglected by your daddy.” He panted out, purely enjoying the sight of you with your mouth open for him — you were jealous of his right hand. It was impossible for you not to, when he was touching himself. It was supposed to be your hands all over his thick cock.

You could feel tears streaming down your cheeks, desperately wanting attention from him. “Please,” You squirmed, still rubbing your cunt against his shoe. “Baby wants attention?” He taunted, letting go of his length. You quickly nodded at the question. “Then baby gets attention.” He said.

“But I need you to promise me one thing, sweetheart,” He said, angling his shoe to your dripping hole, making you grind down even harder than before. “Anything.” You bit your lower lip, being pathetic under his gaze. “You’re going to be good for me, okay?” In the heat of the moment, his tone managed to soften — you immediately nodded to his statement.

Bucky pushed you down onto the king-sized bed, grinning at you like you were entertainment for him.

"Spread your legs wider, baby," He ordered. He slid his free hand down between your legs, to touch your wet pussy. He moaned softly as he continued to stroke his dick, his other hand playing with your wet folds. "You're so wet, baby." He whistled, mesmerized by the state.

"I like having you on a leash." Bucky said, giving the leash a gentle tug. His fingers were still playing with your pussy, spreading your juices around. “So pretty.” He said, once again.

His fingers suddenly pushing inside you. He curled his fingers up to hit that sweet spot inside you. The leash tightened slightly around your neck with each thrust of his fingers. "Look at daddy when he's touching your pussy." Bucky commanded.

You moaned at the sight of Bucky’s stare and gesture. There was a feral glint behind his eyes, knowing he took pleasure in disciplining you.

“Apologize to daddy.” He demanded, with his fingers still deep inside you, causing a whimper to go out of your mouth. “I’m sorry for being a brat, I’m sorry for trying to sneak out. Please, can I come?”

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out of you and stood up, pulling you into his arms. The leash hung loosely around your neck as he climbed onto the bed. "Lift your hips baby."

"Good girl," He praised, his voice thick with desire. He spread your legs wider and positioned himself at your entrance. “You only listen to me when you want something, huh?” He chuckled, resting his tip just above your tiny bundle of nerves.

Bucky kept purposely missing your aching hole, grazing your clit with his cock — lathering it with your wetness. "You hear that, baby? You sound so delicious for me." You could only whimper in response.

“Can’t even speak, huh?” He grinned, tugging at your leash, pulling your face closer. “God, this leash is perfect for you. You just need to be collared up, yeah?” Bucky’s fingers traveled down to the aching bundle of muscles in between your legs, making you squirm.

“So restless for me, sweetheart. Fuck, so cockdrunk for me.” He kept missing your clit as desperation grew in between your legs. You find yourself crying for more. “Daddy, please,” You sobbed, looking back at him. “Just want you, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You rambled desperately. The night out plans were out of your mind — you just wanted him.

Bucky took a notice of your tears as he brushed his thumb on the apple of your cheek. “Patience,” He whispered. Your boyfriend tugged the leash as you squeaked, tying it to the bedpost, restricting your movements.

Bucky’s eyes practically rolled back in his head at the sound of you whimpering under him. “Can’t escape now,” He brushed your hair back. “Color?” He asked — despite the harsh nature of the intimacy, he didn’t want to hurt you. “Green. So green.” You muttered to him.

“God, you sound so pretty like that.” He murmured, hands still holding you up. “Should just keep you here, collared up and ready for me. Should I get you knocked up so you can stay inside?” He asked, earning a moan for you.

“Yes, yes!” You said, legs draped around his waist, pulling him close to you. “Want to be a mommy just for you.” Bucky grinned at your answer, still wetting his cock with your juiced.

“Of course you do,” Bucky placed his palm on your stomach, rubbing gently as if you were pregnant with his seed. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that tonight, baby. Gonna make you a mommy.” He smirked. The thought of you being plumped up with his baby haunted his thoughts as he nestled his tip against your cunt, not pushing in despite your protest.

“Getting you pregnant tonight, baby. You can’t pull that stunt on me anymore.”

With a soft hiss he finally slid into you, bottoming out in one slow thrust. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky stuttered, a hand trailing down to tease and roll your nipples — tweaking them to his own pleasure. “Baby, you feel like heaven.” He praised you, not caring if you feel a tinge of burn caused by his girth.

“Please.” You managed to croak out a response. Bucky pulled out for a second, leaving your hole gaping over nothing.

Without warning, he thrust his thick cock again inside you, filling you completely. He began to fuck you hard and fast, the leash around your neck pulling taut with each thrust.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, controlling his movements to keep you satisfied. He fucked you like an animal, his balls slapping against your pussy with each deep stroke. His other hand reached around to squeeze your breast painfully.

Bucky ducked down to capture your nipples between his teeth, biting the perky muscle. “God, these pretty tits.” He whispered, still mouthing around your breast while thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. Bucky’s tongue felt like heaven and hell at the same time as he lapped your perky nipples, earning more reactions from you.

He let go of your tits with a ‘pop’, turning his attention to the leash again. “Are you going to sneak out on me again?” He growled, tugging the leash. Your eyes rolled back at a certain thrust, feeling his cock throb inside of you.

A soft ‘no’ came out of your mouth. "Good girl," He growled, his thrusts becoming more brutal. "You'll always be here, in daddy's bed, taking his big dick." He reached down and spread your cunt, fucking you even deeper. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, baby."

“Making you a mommy so you won’t be running around with your friends.” He snarled. "Fuck," He hissed, his dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to breed you full of my seed and keep you locked in this room until you're swollen with my baby." He untied the leash from the bedpost, pulling it tight around your neck, restricting your air supply as he fucked you harder.

You were close. Very close to experiencing a life-changing orgasm. "You like when daddy fucks you rough like this, don't you?" He growled, his hips moving almost violently. "Tell daddy you want his cum in your pussy."

“I want daddy to come in my pussy!” You sobbed. "That's right, you little slut," He moaned, his dick throbbing inside you. "You want daddy's big, hot load inside your tight little pussy." He reached down and spread your lips open, exposing your wet pussy to his thrusts, spitting down to mix the juices together.

“You can’t come unless I breed this pussy first.” That sentence made you pout.

He chuckled darkly, seeing your disappointed look. "I make the rules tonight and don’t give me that look," He said, his voice rough with lust. "Wanna make you full first, baby.” He grinned, feeling your body go lax

"Good girl," He grunted, his body tensing as he finally reached his climax. "Fuck, baby. Daddy's gonna breed you." He thrust deep inside you and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he filled you with rope after rope of hot cum.

You could feel him thrusting his cum back inside you as his fingers fiddled around your throbbing clit, making you clamp down on his cock. “Come, baby. Come for daddy.”

Bucky held the leash tighter as your body shuddered as you came hard on his cock, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his shaft as he continued to rub your sensitive clit. He moaned loudly as your orgasm milked more cum out of him.

“No more sneaking out, baby.” He whispered. “I’m gonna keep you full of my cum, every single day.” Bucky kissed your forehead. “That doesn’t sound too bad now.” You giggled, still feeling fucked out. Maybe you did belong in his bed, wrapped up around him with his cum spilling out of your cunt instead of being on the dance floor.

You belonged to him.

[bite4barnes]

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