Can I request lumberjack Logan and Farmer’s daughter reader sneaking into the barn with Logan. 🙈
Like Animals (Logan Howlett) nsfw
A/N: lumberjack!logan x farmer’s daughter!reader, age gap, gagging, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, reader is 18+
Helping to tend a farm was easy when there was a routine to follow. Routines were good, they made you feel confident and in control. Never stray from your routine, and everything will work out as it usually does. That’s what you lived by, until your dad hired a lumberjack to help him build a new smokehouse.
His name was Logan and he was so very attractive. You couldn’t possibly focus on your tasks with him wielding that ax, the sunlight catching off his toned, rippled body. You and your friends would hurry back to the farm after class just to giggle and watch him from afar as he cut down the lumber, most of the times while he was shirtless. “Good Lord,” Your friend sighed dreamily as you were watching from the porch drinking lemonade. “You’re so lucky.”
“Aren’t I?” You beam, biting your lip as you see him stand and stretch out to take a break. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.” You say quickly as you refill your glass with lemonade from the pitcher and your friends stifle their giggles as you walk over to the tired, sweaty lumberjack.
It’s ridiculous how the sun glistens off his sweaty muscles, making him glow like a god, and it’s hard to keep your mind focused. “Is that for me?” He asks with a charming grin as you approach him with a blush on your cheeks. You nod slowly, big eyes staring up at him as he thanks you for the lemonade and proceeds to down it. “Lord, that’s delicious. Did you make it?” He asks.
You take the glass back from him, trace the rim with your index finger, and stick it between your lips to suck softly. “I did. I use a little blueberry syrup.” You say with a smile. Logan’s watching that index finger still tracing your bottom lip and he grins, shaking his head lightly.
“You oughta get back to your friends, little lady.” He winks as he picks up his ax again and you bound happily back to your group of girls who squeal as you return and bombard you with questions.
While you know it’s inappropriate, and your father has warned you that Logan’s not to be distracted, you can’t help yourself. It’s so fun to mess around with him, make him flustered with the attention you give him because you know he doesn’t want your father to find out and fire him. You don’t want that either. And while Logan’s too much of a gentleman to come onto you, you’re not a stranger to putting in work to get what you want. The smokehouse will be done soon and he’ll move on to wherever they need him next, so you play on the wonderful trait that is your family’s Southern hospitality.
“Dad, we should invite Logan to eat dinner with us tonight. You know, as a thank you for helping us with the smokehouse.” You bring up one afternoon as you’re helping your mother prepare dinner in the kitchen.
Your dad gives you a look as your mother turns and claps her hands cheerily. “Oh, what a wonderful idea! Let’s do that, dear.” She agrees, wringing her hands on her apron as she starts collecting extra potatoes and tells you to grab an extra plate setting.
You smile sheepishly as your dad grumbles a ‘guess I’ll go invite him then’ and you’re quick to hurry to your bedroom to get ready for dinner. You knew you had been saving that little blue dress for a special occasion, and this was it. The white lace along the sweetheart neckline makes it give you a dainty look and you smooth the tulip sleeves down before stepping back into your brown boots.
Logan’s downstairs sitting at the kitchen table with your dad as your mom’s setting the food down in front of them. You smile sweetly at him as you go to help her, not interrupting their conversation although you notice the look in his eyes when they fall on your mid-thigh length dress. Dinner is as pleasant as it can be, your parents sit next to each other with your dad at the head of the table and you next to your mom. Logan sits on the other side of your dad and you keep sneaking looks at him, biting your lip when he looks at you and turning to your plate shyly, or pretending to be which he to finds amusing.
After dinner, your mom insists that Logan stay the night because it is far too late for him to drive home and your dad agrees. They have you set him up in the guest room with blankets and towels and as you’re fixing up the bed for him, he’s watching at a respectful distance from the other side of the room. “You scared of me, Logan?” You asked with a sweet smile as you stand up straight and clasp your hands in front of you. Logan smirks and shakes his head. “Why’re you so far away? I don’t have cooties.” You tease as you lightly sway in your dress.
“Because I think I know what you’re doin’, darlin’,” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as he takes in the sight of you so sweet and dainty. “And I don’t wanna get us caught by your father who has kindly invited me into his home.”
You purse your lips in thought, taking a few steps closer to him as he’s leaning against the bureau with an easy smile, unfazed by the way you approach him. “We could sneak into the barn.” You suggest with a playful smile, biting your lip as his nostrils flare and his arms cross over the chest. “No one would hear us or see us. We’d be all alone.” You tried sweetly as you placed a hand on his forearm and Logan shook his head. With a fake, defeated sigh, you shrug. “Okay, well, I’ll be down in the barn all alone if you change your mind.”
Logan grabs your arm as you’re turning to leave and you look up at him, wide eyed and your heart beating fast. “Don’t do this.” He says in a warning tone.
“Do what?” You ask innocently, turning to him as you press your chest into his and you stand on your toes to kiss him. Logan knows he shouldn’t, but it’s so easy for him to give in when you’re moaning against his lips and touching his chest eagerly. His hands find your waist and he holds you tight against him, slipping his tongue into your mouth only to quickly pull away as he hears footsteps before you do.
You only realize he has stepped away from you and towards the bed as the bedroom door opens and your mom’s urging you to hurry up so Logan can get some sleep. You wish Logan a goodnight as you back out of the room, point to your wrist, and hold up ten fingers. Logan winks at you and you close his door.
After you wait for your parents to fall asleep, you sneak out of your room to find Logan doing the same. You grin at each other and he takes you by the hand as he quietly leads you out of the house and to the barn.
Once inside, Logan’s got you pinned up to a load bearing post, kissing you hard as he holds your face in his large hands. You tug and pull on his flannel, moaning as his hard cock is pressing against your lower belly. “Does your daddy know how sneaky his daughter is?” Logan teases after he helps you pull off his flannel and you’re undoing his belt buckle.
“You think this is my first time?” You tease back and a darkness takes over Logan’s eyes before he roughly spins you around and makes you hold onto the wooden post. You grin to yourself as he’s lifting your dress up and he kneels down behind you. Logan gives you a single hard spank and you gasp, your legs tremble lightly, and he does it again making you moan this time. “Oh, Logan,” Another spank and you cry out, “Fuck!”
“Hold on tight to that post, little lady.” He tells you as he rips your lace panties off before he’s burying his face into your warm, wet cunt. You wrap your arms around the load bearing structure, hands clutching to it tightly above you as your head rolls back from the pleasure of his tongue and teeth devouring and torturing your womanhood. His hands have your dress bunched up over the swell of your ass and he’s squeezing your cheeks hard, groaning and mumbling how good you taste into your core. The vibrations make you tremble with want of a release and he can feel it. “Not yet, darlin’,” He says as he stands up behind you suddenly and fishes his cock out of his pants. “Wanna feel that little pussy get me wet.”
Your eyes sting with hot tears as he is ruthless with how he enters you, and you realize that the way you put on your innocent charade, he very well could have put on the gentlemanly act. There’s no way a gentleman could fuck like this, but definitely a lumberjack. Logan has both hands on your hips, guiding you along his hard shaft with ease and your shaking, whimpering as he’s fucking you so languidly, grunting and humming in approval while you’re losing control. “Oh, damn it, Logan!” You cry as your thighs tremble with the force of your orgasm and he only continues, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh of your ass while he’s as still and strong as an oak tree behind you.
“Got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” He growls into your ear, his firm chest pressed against your back as he’s rutting deep into you.
You can feel his cock throb warningly, your fingernails dig into the aged wood of the post you’re desperately clinging to, and you choke on your words making them tumble out between cries and moans, “I - I - uh - I’m not on - any - uh - not inside.” You cry out and he only moves you down onto the barn floor so you’re lying on your back. He’s quick to shove himself right back into your small cunt and he stuffs your mouth with your ripped lace panties, covering your lips with his hand so you can’t spit them out, and he pounds hard into you. He might not be your first, but he wants to corrupt the sweet little farmer’s daughter anyway.
“I’ll get you a pill in the mornin’,” He groans, determined to finish and determined to finish inside your warm, squelching, young pussy. “Feels too good to quit, darlin’.” Logan grunts as his head leans back and he suddenly shooting his load inside you. His chest flexes from the force of his release and you moan at the feeling of being so stuffed by him. Your eyes shut tightly as he swells inside you, milking himself of every drop before he pulls out and drops his forehead to rest against yours.
“You’re an animal.” You tease as he’s kissing your neck and your chest. Your hands caress his head and you rake your fingers through his hair slowly, enjoying the warmth and heft of his body over yours.
Logan laughs, thinking ‘if you only knew,’ before helping you up off the floor and picking loose hay out of your hair. “It’s a good thing we’re in a barn then.”
I am so happy you asked for this one! I enjoyed writing it very much:) Let me know what you think!
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ੈ✩ wrong couple ? (smau) ੈ✩
pairing : lando norris x fem reader
summary : the chaotic process of Lando getting a wife
fc: Olivia Culpo
a/n : This is a series, and this is PART 2, let me know if you want to be tagged in the final part ! it was requested anonymously, thank you for requesting it 🫶🏻
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ynculpo sunsets with the best man I could get 🌅
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user1 I saw what she did there 🗿
user2 MA'AM!? WHAT IS THE CRUISE FOR !?
user3 istg everyone is just posting pics and not telling anything
user4 MAX AND KELLY GOT ENGAGED !?
user5 #KELLAX
user6 that sounds like a crime mob name 😭
landonorris forever and ever 🧡
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user7 I luvvv how lando's media personality is different from his real one
user8 Sir Lando, please lend em your gf, she is too gorgeous 🤺
user7 Only Lewis is Sir, Lando is master 🫦
charlesleclerc mama and papa 🐱
ynculpo HELL NO- I CANT BE A GRANDMA AT 24
oscar.piastri 😔
ollie.bearman 😔
ynculpo stop, you have alex
fransisca.gnomes I am stealing her lando
landonorris sure, take her for the day, because her nights are mine
maxverstappen1 you horny ass
landonorris what? you never watch Netflix and chill with Kelly ?
maxverstappen1 😒
user9 did he mean netflix or chill
user10 or NETFLIX AND CHILL
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kellypiquet mijn wereld ❤️
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maxverstappen1 to many more years and watching P grow ❤️
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user1 IS THAT A RING ON HER RING FINGER
user2 THE CRUISE WAS INDEED FOR HER AND MAX’S PROPOSAL
user3 THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED
user4 congrats to the best couple 🌟
user5 max really took that groomer as his wife…
user6 can you like not spoil their special day ?
user7 max, pls tell Lando to propose to yn as well
user8 fr, they have been dating for almost 4 years now
fransisca.gnomes my heart 🥹
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landonorris best sil 🧡
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user9 LANDO’S COMMENT
user10 LANDO JUST CONFIRMED
user11 damn, max flexing his money from this proposal
user12 if my standards are not up-
user13 fr, DAMIAN, YOU BETTER PROPOSE TO ME IN PRIVATE HIRED CRUISE
user14 who is damian?
user13 my bf 🗿
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maxverstappen1 best man duties
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user1 TOLD YA
user2 HE IS GETTING MARRIED YALL
user3 EVEN KELLYY LIKED
user4 she likes all posts 🗿
user5 MY PENELOPE AND MAX HEART
user6 MAX VERSTAPPEN, 3 TIME WORLD CHAMPION IS NOW MARRIED
user7 we got one more down before Lewis 🤺
landonorris 😏🙃
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charlesleclerc so excited 💪🏻
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carlossainz55 tequilla and music 🌇
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user8 THE GRID DRIVERS ARENT EVEN DENYING IT
user9 GRID MARRIAGE WOOHOHOHOHOHOHO
user10 but isn't the best man for someone else's wedding ?
user11 wait..
user12 WHAT
user13 y'all it's him and Kelly getting married only, being a best man for Kelly ?
user14 makes sense
user15 y'all are dumb
user16 why is Lando in all the pics tho?
user17 can't there be friends 😒
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f1wags New Marriage in grid !? A huge ‘marry me’ was seen in the ocean, presumably where the f1 grid cruise was passing by. With the recent post of Kelly Piquet, Max Vertsappen’s girlfriend, it seems she is the new Mrs. Verstappen ?
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user1 AHAHAHAHAHAH
user2 told ya-
user3 where is my invite ?
user4 to all the haters, TAKE THAT
user5 can’t wait for more max x penelope crumbs 🥹
user6 that man seriously showed off his wealth for the proposal
user7 they look cute together ngl-
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tying you to me
Summary: When your boss, Bucky, apologizes for being rude to you once again, things take an unexpected turn.
Pairing: boss!Bucky Barnes x marketing director!female reader
Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, sir kìnk, breasts insecurity, protected séx, bøndage, a little degrading, praising kìnk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 5.2K
Bucky Barnes masterlist
A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
He’s well aware he went too far. He noticed right when he finished talking and took a look at you, but what is said is said. And the last thing he wants is Steve annoying him about the meeting.
“I don’t question the way you deal with employees, do I?” Bucky snaps, tired and really wanting this day to be over.
“What has gotten into you? What bothers you so much about her? I just don’t get it.”
Bucky sighs deeply, rubbing his hand across his face in frustration. “It’s not just one thing,” he mutters, his tone weighed down by a mix of tiredness and anger. “It’s a culmination... She’s fucking impossible.”
“Bucky, I get you’re upset, but taking it out on her isn’t fair. She did an incredible job, but you didn’t even listen to her. What’s really going on here?”
“I feel like she’s not seeing the bigger picture. We disagree constantly, and it’s making things difficult. Maybe I overreacted, but it’s been building up for a while.” Bucky leans in as he speaks, with his shoulders slightly hunched forward. His voice carries an edge that Steve notices immediately. He knows there is something about you that affects Bucky, but he can’t quite put the finger on it. Ever since he hired you, Bucky’s been angry with him too, which has happened only two or three times over twenty years of friendship.
“I can see this is really affecting you, Buck. If there’s something personal or if my decision to bring her on board has caused you any discomfort, talk to me. I just wanna make sure everything’s okay between us.”
He leans back a bit, surprised. “Personal? No, it’s not… it’s not about that,” he stammers, searching for the right words. There’s a subtle shake of his head, almost as if he’s trying to dismiss his own thoughts. He wishes there was a personal connection so badly that it messes with his head…
“Then what is it? I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. I know you hate when things are not under your control, but I made the right call to hire her. And you were really unfair to her, look,” Steve waves around as he speaks, and Bucky turns to look at you through the glass door. You’re still there… working. “She’s not just smart and creative, but also ambitious and hard working. I know how much you value this as well.”
“I didn’t mean to come off unfairly. It’s just…” Bucky sighs, moving to shift his gaze back to Steve. “Our ways clash, and it’s hard to manage it. I value her skills, but finding a middle ground seems impossible sometimes.”
“Look, Buck, I understand it’s tough, but it’s important to listen to her ideas too,” Steve responds, his voice carrying a firm yet empathetic tone. “Today? You didn’t even look over the outlines. Try giving her ideas a chance or just suggest new things without trashing all of her work. You’d be offended too.” He pauses, and Bucky’s focus is back on you. His eyes narrow slightly, studying your determined expression as you delve into whatever you are working on that he dismissed today. And for a few seconds a pang of guilt flickers across Bucky’s expression, which Steve immediately catches. He clears his throat and continues. “I understand it’s not easy to step back and apologize, but it’s not about who’s right or wrong. And, to be honest, you were wrong anyway. It’s about ensuring a healthy workplace.”
“I appreciate your perspective, Steve,” he begins with a calm voice. “But I don’t think it would make a difference.” His gaze briefly flickers towards you before returning to Steve.
“Trust me, it’ll make a difference, not just for her but also for the team. Give it a shot.” Steve smiles, patting him on the chest before standing up. “I’ll leave you to it. It’s so late.”
“Alright, lovebird, off to your nest?” Bucky teases. “Natasha’s waiting for her captain. Better not keep her waiting too long.”
Steve chuckles. “Well, someone’s got to keep the romance alive around here. Good night.”
“Night...”
*
The audacity of this man is unbelievable. After all that shit he pulled on you today, he has the nerve to order your food! He’s the reason why you’re still working at eight pm instead of lying on your couch.
You are so close to crying out of exhaustion and anger, but you won’t give him this satisfaction. And you won’t eat his food.
“Are you seriously gonna starve yourself?”
“I’m not hungry,” you retort, your voice sharper than intended as you give him an annoyed look.
Bucky’s expression softens instantly, a hint of concern flickering across his face. “Come on, you’ve been working the whole day” he insists, trying to reason with you. “You need to eat something. Did you even drink water?”
You shake your head weakly.
“Look, I-”
“If you don’t like Pizza, I can grab you something else.”
You raise your hand, waving around. “I appreciate it, but I’m fine. I’ll eat something when I get home.”
The idea of accepting anything from him like this feels wrong. You don’t want his pity.
“Stubborn as ever,” he sighs, muttering under his breath, and you look up to meet his gaze. For a moment, there’s a silent understanding between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tension lingering from earlier.
What did Steve tell him to make him actually try to have a decent conversation?
“Look, sir,” you say through your teeth. “I don’t want your pity. I appreciate your concern, but I’ll manage. I just need to finish this.”
“This isn’t about pity.” His tone is firm. “You’re exhausted, and I’m just trying to help.”
“I said I’m fine. I’ll be done with these.” You lift your papers to emphasize. “And get home.”
“You’re not fine!” he shoots, surprising you. “And you’re too stubborn to see it!”
You’ve never seen him screaming before. Even when he is angry, he’s always the silent type.
“Don’t you dare!” you fire back all of a sudden, unable to hold back. If you’ll get fired, at least you should speak your mind properly. You can’t take more of this. He can’t step on you without consequences. “You are the reason why I am here anyway. Don’t play the concerned hero, just take your food and eat it...” You pause for a second before sarcastically adding. “Sir.”
“This isn’t just about the food, is it?” Bucky’s voice softens slightly despite his impulse to raise his voice again. “It’s about the meeting.” You keep looking him in the eyes, not denying the obvious. Of course it’s about the meeting. “Look, I am sorry, I know I should have handled things differently, but I’m trying to make it right.”
“You think a wannabe apology and food make everything okay?” You ask bitterly, standing up. “You humiliated me, Mr. Barnes. You didn’t even hear me out, you didn’t even listen to my ideas, what the team and I managed to do in the last few months. You disrespected them too! And I don’t get it...” You hate how tall he is. How perfectly his suit is ironed. How nice his hair is. Fuck him! “Ever since Steve hired me, you refused to communicate with me. It’s like you have decided who I am and what I’m worth without even giving me a chance, without acknowledging my efforts and results!”
“That’s not true,” he begins, trying to defend himself even though you both know you are right. “I made a mistake, I admit it, but I want to fix it.”
“A mistake?” You laugh humorlessly. “For months you’ve been treating me like shit, excuse my language.” You shake your head. “Actually I don’t. You should be the one apologizing! You look at me as if I am a scum, as if my presence bothers you. I come to you only when I have to, and you act as if I want to waste your time. Well, I wasted mine for months in this company. With you!”
Bucky snaps, feeling the frustration taking over him. “My decisions are based on what’s best for the company. It’s nothing pers-”
“That’s just a bullshit excuse to maintain the status quo!” you interrupt him, the tension escalating. You don’t care about this job anymore. Whatever will happen, let it happen. “You’re a stuck-up asshole, resistant to change and blind to new perspectives! My perspectives only, to be clear.” You see him clenching his jaw before his left hand covers his jaw. Oh, he’s angry. Good! “And it’s not even out of misogyny since you get along just fine with Shuri. So what is it? What is it, Mr. Barnes, that makes you hate me?”
“It’s not about you,” he insists, his voice strained with the effort to keep calm. “It’s about maintaining stability. It’s about-”
“Bullshit! You’re threatened by anything that challenges your authority! You’re just frustrated and insecure. You’re scared that someone else can do better things in their own way. You’re just a tyrant! I don’t know how Steve is friends with you. He’s such a great man, and you’re a dick.” You laugh. “God, I wanted to tell you this for so long. And if it’s not clear, I fucking quit!”
You’d smile widely if it wasn’t for his snort.
“You’re not quitting,” Bucky’s voice is low, but you still hear it.
He doesn’t believe you, clearly. But he will because you’re not joking or backing off. You can’t take another humiliation session, especially when you did nothing to deserve it. As much as you admire Bucky’s intelligence and company policies, he’s a fucking douchebag. To you.
“Watch me,” you retort instantly. Your heart starts racing as he takes another step toward you. He’s so close that you only need to get on your tiptoes to kiss him.
“No, you’re not quitting. And you’re not walking out that door until we settle this.”
“Settle what, Barnes? Your ego?” You try to maintain your composure, but the closeness makes it hard for you to focus.
He sighs, and your eyes find his lips again. They are pink and wet from his tongue. If only he was less of an asshole and not your boss, maybe you would...
“This isn’t just about me and my authority.”
“Then what is it?” You're confused.
“It’s about you challenging everything I’ve built here,” he admits, looking straight into your eyes.
“And you can’t handle that?” Your voice is filled with sarcasm, but for once he doesn’t focus on that.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Then make it simple, Mr. Barnes.”
“I... I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Deal with this... with you.”
“Deal with me?” You puff. “You’re insufferable, I am the one who has to deal with you and your constant checkups. With your: that’s not good enough, that needs to be changed, do this, do that over and over again.” You mimic his patronizing tone. “You don’t give me real suggestions-”
“I just... struggle with change.”
“And I’m the change you can’t handle?” The question hangs heavy between you, and his eyes drop to your lips this time.
“You challenge me,” he admits, his voice barely above the whisper. “You and your crazy ambition, your undying dedication, and your incredible ideas...” He pauses just to take a deep breath. “I feel like I’m suffocating every time I look at you.”
“Suffocating?” You roll your eyes. “How am I suffocating you? Just because I have an opinion and give you arguments-”
“I am fucking attracted to you, woman!”
You shake your head. He cannot just pull this lie and expect you to fall for it as if you are dumb. “Yeah, sure. Can you be a man for once and fucking take responsibility for your real thoughts and feelings? Just admit that you hate me!”
“Jesus Christ, are you that blind? For a woman so perceptive, you surely don’t see what’s right in front of you.”
You feel the anger take over your whole body. “Fuck you!”
“I wish! This is the whole point, the whole fucking point...”
“You want to fuck me for real?” You gasp, surprised and take a step back so you can look at him properly. He doesn’t seem to be joking.
“Deadly serious. And no matter how many times I tried to push this desire away, it just doesn’t work. You suffocate me. I imagine taking you all over my desk and couch. I imagine so many things, and I cannot focus.”
Before you can stop yourself, you slap him on the face lightly. Your palm is itching and gets red instantly, but you don’t care. As much as the info makes you happy, the context makes you super angry.
“So my team and I had to be humiliated just because you’re mad you want to get laid?”
“W-what? No!”
“No?”
“No. I deserved that,” he says referring to the slap. “But I meant what I said earlier. These are separate things.”
You cover your face with both your hands, not knowing what to say. What can you say? What should you think?
“I am sorry,” he sighs, and you hear him slowly walking away from you. “I should have said nothing. I am sorry. Please, don’t quit. You won’t have to work with me or even see me after this. Steve can take over, and you like him. I apologize not only for this, but also for my lack of… skills. I should have been more open to your ideas. And about tonight, I will wait for the HR email. I am sorry once again.”
Your head is spinning with all the things he’s just said. He wants you, but he’s also a bitch who cannot handle other opinions.
But you also want him. And you’ve wanted him despite how annoying he was. And he’s genuinely apologizing.
“Fuck it,” you whisper before going straight to him, pulling him by his tie toward you to kiss him.
He doesn’t hesitate at all, bringing his hands to your ass so you can feel each other better as he deepens the kiss instantly.
You shamelessly try to thrust your hips up a little as you let go of his tie, and his tongue feels like heaven in your mouth. His moan is low and hot, but you don’t let him breathe more than a second before you kiss him again, making sure to grab his hair and pull with force.
“Fuck me, Barnes. Fuck me right fucking now.”
He groans in your mouth once again, and you shiver.
“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna fuck you so well you won’t remember or think about anything else but my cock for days.” You instantly drop your hands so you can reach for his pants. Unbuckling them isn’t hard, but the zipper gets a little stuck, so Bucky has to finish the job for you.
“God, James,” you moan at the sight. “You’re leaking.”
He’s not embarrassed by this at all. On the opposite, he grabs his briefs too and pulls them down, letting them fall along with his pants.
You’re staring, but you can’t help it. His cock is so hard, and it even twitches as he grabs it to show it to you. It’s so thick.
“For you. This is all for you.”
Without waiting for a response, he suddenly grabs your shirt by the front placket and rips it in two. The buttons fly everywhere, one almost hits him in the face, but you don’t care. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. He’s so hot!
“Oh god, James,” you whisper, unclasping your bra before he can destroy it. It’s your best one, and you still need it.
“Yes,” he groans at the sight of your breasts, but you cannot ignore the wave of self-doubt that takes over you. They’re a little bigger than they should be for your height, so the sight is not the prettiest, in your opinion. This has always been an insecurity of yours, and even more after your last boyfriend made sure to emphasize this before you broke up. But Bucky seems fascinated. With his eyes glued to them and his mouth semi-open, he leans in, bringing his hands to both of your breasts before cupping them. You get goosebumps as he folds them eagerly, and you hear him groan when they spill over as soon as he tries to pull them together.
“James!”
But it’s like he can’t hear you, too engrossed in watching your nipples hardening even more, and before you tell him what you wanted to, you feel his wet mouth sucking in one of your nipples.
You’re taken aback, so he uses his gloved hand to make you stop moving by placing it on your waist firmly.
He’s suckling at this point, making low whimpers as he’s looking at you.
You swear you never saw a more beautiful man in your whole life. His blue eyes are hypnotic.
“F-fuck,” you curse, bringing your fingers to his hair. You need to grab something before you fall.
He switches to the other nipple, and you feel yourself throbbing. You need his cock so much. You need his mouth... you need him to make you come. And you want to do the same to him. He’s driving you crazy.
“F-fuck me! RIGHT NOW.” You’re screaming, but he’s not surprised, rather amused as he takes his mouth off your breasts with a pop.
“Easy there, you sound quite desperate,” he giggles as if he’s just made the funniest joke ever. You are desperate.
“Fuck me or I’ll finish myself off, and you won’t be able to touch me as I do. Your choice.”
You know he doesn’t like or do ultimata, but you have no alternative. You crave to be taken on his desk as hard as he can go.
“How can I fuck you if you still have your pants on?” He asks you extremely calmly, and you’re shocked. You expected a more... intense reaction. “Earth to you?” He waves his hand when he sees you zoning out.
“You didn’t take them off.”
“I don’t take your clothes off, love.” He smirks. “I rip them, so if you want them intact, you better do it yourself.”
You nod, enjoying how raspy his voice is, and take them off without looking away from his cock. Not that he could stop staring at your breasts. His eyes are glued to your nipples. Your underwear falls, and only when you step out of the pool of clothes and finally free your legs from the high heels, he brings his hand to your pussy.
“Oh God, look at this… drenched!”
You moan, moving a little into his palm as if you’re trying to ride it. You need him so badly.
“James-”
“I know.” He smiles, spreading your lips more. “I know. So needy, my poor baby needs her cock so she can relax.”
You whimper loudly as you close your eyes. “Take me, sir. Make me your little fuck toy. Take out your frustrations. You can... you can show me how I was wrong for quitting by fucking me until I feel your cock every time I walk. I need to,” you moan again as you keep grinding onto his hand. “Come on! Show me!”
Bucky’s eyes get so grey as he suddenly pulls his hand away, making you whine. You’re about to curse him, but what he does makes you stop. He starts to take off his tie quickly, and you smile.
“Good boy.”
That remark makes his snort, and he cryptically replies:
“Ah, ah, we’ll see about that later.”
“Take off that shirt faster, and your glove, too.”
That surprises him, his eyes immediately widening, so you decide to do it yourself since he’s not fast enough.
He freezes as soon as you pull off his glove, revealing a black with golden accents prosthetic hand.
“This is so fucking pretty, oh my God! Why do you keep this hidden?” You turn his hand around, and you gasp, realizing what you’ve just said. “I am sorry if I seem insensitive, it’s just that...”
Bucky snorts, amused, not hurt, which makes you feel like you can breathe again. The last thing you wanted was to bother him.
“You got a kink for my arm now?”
“You talk too much,” you murmur at the same time you start to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can. Your hands are trembling.
When he’s finally naked, you let out a whimper, instantly reaching to touch his chest with both of your hands.
“You shave,” you say, surprised.
“Come on, love.” He smiles. “Touch my arm while you still can.”
You don’t question what he means by that, not wanting to worry too much. You expected this to be a one-time thing anyway, so you better enjoy every second of it. The arm is seamlessly integrated into his shoulder, and it's colder than the rest of his skin.
You trace a gold pattern all the way from his shoulder to his hand.
“I have a kink now,” you giggle when you see the sides of his neck getting pink.
“Well, I hope you have this kink, too, because…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he reaches for the tie he had on today and smiles. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“W-what?”
“Hands behind your back.”
“You want to tie my hands?” You ask, taken aback by his demand.
“Did you try it before? Do you hate it?”
No, you didn’t try, but it doesn’t sound bad, surprisingly.
You usually hate not being in control, but it’s Bucky, and as annoying as he might be as your boss, you trust him. Plus, you quit after all, you should enjoy this as much as possible. The thought of him tying you up is really sexy for some reason, so you simply turn around and bring your hands together above your ass.
He doesn’t hesitate and quickly makes a knot.
“Too tight?”
“No,” you whisper. It’s not tight at all.
“You can tell me to stop any time, okay?” He wraps his hands around your waist and turns you toward him. “I’ll stop immediately.”
You nod, trying to get used to not being able to raise your hands.
“Words, please.”
“Yes, James.”
“Good girl.”
You’d lie if you said it doesn’t turn you on like crazy. You’ve been indirectly fighting with him for so long without getting any kind of approval or praise for your work. He made you angry and stressed more times than you could count, but you still respected him. You wanted his approval and you craved him...
You got yourself off thinking about him, you imagined choking him out of anger, but then it turning into a completely different thing. And it feels surreal this is actually happening, and he finally calls you a good girl.
“Are you clean? Anything-”
“I always used a condom, and I do checkups every six months. I assume the same about you.”
You nod, not bothering to tell him you don’t remember the last time you had sex, all thanks to him and his impossible to please ass.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask, moving closer to him again.
“In the car,” he curses, but before you can tell him that you can try without one since you are on the pill, he speaks again. “Wait!”
You giggle as you watch him run out of the office with his ass wiggling. No way he goes to his car naked, right?
You jump on top of his desk, pushing a few docs on the floor with your knee. It’s quite difficult because your hands are tied, but you don’t mind. You wait excitedly for his return just to tease him, but you’re speechless as soon as you see him unwrapping the condom package with his teeth before he quickly rolls it on.
“Won’t the neighbor mind?”
“What he doesn’t know,” he grabs your legs as he speaks. “Won’t hurt him. You’re not gonna run your mouth now, are you?” There is something about his patronizing tone that makes you hornier. Maybe because you know you’ve been on his mind so much he couldn’t focus on anything else.
“Why? You want to keep my mouth occupied with your cock?”
You don’t expect to be turned around on the table instead, with your ass in the air. Holy fuck!
“How about I keep this pretty wet pussy of yours occupied, hmm?”
You close your eyes when you feel his cock at your entrance before he finally pushes in.
He’s crazy, he must be crazy if he thinks you can take all of his cock like this.
“B-Bucky!” You arch your back without realizing, fighting against the material of his tie so you can get free. The impulse to touch his back is absolutely overwhelming, and the coldness of his left hand drives you crazy.
“What happened?” His other hand goes up until it’s in your hair. “You got nothing else to say? Are you already cock drunk?”
“More!” you whimper. “I can take more of you, please.”
“Ah? So greedy for my cock.”
“Need it deeper, James. Need you to move faster.”
You don’t care how desperate your voice is or if you’re pathetic. “I just wanna be stretched open until I cry. P-please.”
You don’t realize he is holding his breath until you hear him exhaling loudly against your back before kissing the same spot.
“You wanna be fucked like you’re my good little toy, baby? You want-”
He stops speaking when you moan, trying to move your hands so you can touch him and push him deeper inside you by grabbing his ass.
That hot ass…
“Want you, sir. Please, make me a mess.”
And he does. He fucks you harder, making your eyes roll back, and you can’t help but try again to touch him.
“Just like that,” you cry out when your face hits the desk more forcefully than before. You can sense Bucky’s hesitation so you shake your head. “I’m fine, I’m... k-keep going.”
He doesn’t stop, he even goes faster yet somehow deeper than before, a combination you’re not used to, that makes you feel like he’s splitting you in half. Neither of you can properly talk anymore. You can hear him cursing and saying your name along with: your pussy’s drowning me, so wet, think you can t-take it harder, but there is a long break after every word so he can thrust back inside you. You can’t even call him James, your voice is so hoarse, and he’s so deep you cannot even breathe.
You don’t need anything more the second he pulls your hair harder than you’d ever expect. Before you know what’s happening, the pleasure explodes inside you, making you scream. You don’t even realize that’s your voice at first, too focused on trying to prolong this feeling as you push your ass back frustrated you cannot grab his thighs, while he keeps thrusting inside you. His balls hit your clit, and you moan, a little sensitive.
“Sir, please, c-come,” you whisper, turning your head to the side on the desk. “Come for your little fuck toy. U-use me.”
You flinch, shocked, when you feel a light slap on your ass all of a sudden, but it doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite. You don’t have time to say something about it, though, because Bucky’s already burying himself inside you again as deep as he can, and you moan at the same time he does.
“J-James...”
He pulls your hair even harder while he comes, groaning your name and a low fuck, that almost makes you giggle.
“Jesus...” It’s the only warning you get before you feel his chest on your back.
“Barnes, you’re heavy!”
His laugh is adorable, but he’s indeed heavy, plus you also have your hands tied. When he finally moves, you hop off the desk, almost falling since your knees are weak. Now you can feel your thighs aching too. But it was all worth it.
Quickly, Bucky unties you, without saying a word, which only makes you more nervous.
“Thanks,” you whisper as you turn around to face him. Then, you watch him take off the condom and place it on top of one of the papers you knocked over with your knee earlier.
After wiping his hands on his thighs, he grabs your wrists gently, making you almost moan at the feel of his cold hand. You’re not hurt, but they’re quite red, probably from the times you tried to get free.
“Gonna buy some cream.”
You shake your head. “No need, I am sure I have something for this.” You try to sound as casual as you can, not wanting to be clingy in his eyes even after you quit. Even after this. “Can you hand me my underwear and pants, please?”
Bucky freezes for a second, but he still gives them to you. “Are you back to hating me?”
“What?” You ask as you start to get dressed. You don’t have the blouse, but your coat is warm. You won’t freeze.
“Why are you so cold now? Did I hurt you? Did I do anything wrong?” His concerned voice and look surprise you. You know he is nice, but you didn’t expect him to be attentive after.
“No, you didn’t. I assumed this is,” you wave around when you finish zipping up your pants. “Just wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”
He doesn’t laugh.
“I told you, you’ve been on my mind for so long. Why would I... and even if it was just a one-time thing, why would I treat you like trash? Especially since we work together.”
“Worked,” you correct him before he hands you his shirt. You raise your eyebrow surprised.
“I’m not gonna help you get dressed, Barnes. You’re a big boy.”
“Put it on, it’s freezing.”
“I have my coat,” you protest, but he won’t take no for an answer, and you know it.
“On.”
“Fine!”
He helps you with it since your hands are, for some reason, still shaking. “Look, I was gonna invite you over to my place, but if I make you feel uncomfortable, or if you don’t want to see me...”
You can’t help but raise your eyebrows.
“Really?”
“We have some things to discuss, and I have a bath to run for you.”
You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to smile as he finishes buttoning the shirt. “You want me to sign a contract to fuck you again?”
“Ha, ha. No.” He leans in a bit to kiss your forehead. “We have many things to talk about that don’t involve a contract.”
“Yeah? Like what?” You start to collect the documents from the floor. “The process of writing my resignation letter?”
You hear Bucky puff behind you. “You’re not quitting.”
“No?” You bite your lip as you look at him. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
“Me.”
“Hmm,” you whisper playfully before placing his papers on the desk. “How?”
“Let’s get home and we’ll see about that.”
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