#it lets me enjoy some needy bucky 😂

[buckyalpine]

The Party Threesome but Bucky gets so caught up in his love for you and ignores his friend. Which is when she remembers his confession and doubts that youd feel the same... And when the same conversation had started between you and her, she leaned in with this plan before leading you to his room. As the two of you are caught up in each other, neither of you notice her slipping out. But Steve does and she smirks at him, "What? Someone had to get those two to stop pining and help make a move." Maybe even joking about having to slip out before seeing too much of Barnes she didnt want to see 😂

18+ OOF- I love this, that’s so fucking steamy and cute, a lil part 2 for this

Moments earlier:

“Are you kidding me, you’re fucking whipped” She shook her head when Bucky got distracted again, searching the crowd until his eyes fell on you.

“Am not” Bucky huffed, still keeping an eye out for you always missing out on bits of the conversation because he’s focused on you. “I’m just making sure she’s okay”

“Can you be real for a second and just admit you like her” Steve gave his friend a pointed look while Bucky shook his head, swallowing thickly. Obviously he likes you, but he can’t cross that line.

“Fine. But she doesn’t feel the same way to drop it”

You’re sitting quietly on the sofa, watching some girl trying to climb Bucky like a tree. She’s stroking his bicep, trying to link her arm with his, giggling at everything he saying and you huff in frustration. You’ll always be just a friend. His friend makes his way over to you, watching you glare daggers at the two, while picking at your nails.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You hardly register her words, narrowing your eyes when Bucky smiles at something the girl says.

“Okay wow, you too huh?” You snap back to the conversation, giving her a confused look while she snorts. “You like him”

“No”

“Liar”

“Fine. He doesn’t like me in that way though so…”

“You two are something else, here, I have an idea” You shrug while she rolls her eyes, laying out her plan before taking your hand to go upstairs.

*****

His pants and shirt are now on the floor, hands holding the head board while you continue to kiss her, smirking at his whines each time your thighs brush against his boner. He’s loving the show in front of him, but his entire focus is on you. Your lips and tongue are tangled with hers but he’s palming at you, wanting your lips on his again.

“Aww baby, you want a kiss too?” You giggle, letting go of her to straddle his waist, cupping his face. You kiss him deeply, both his hands fly to your waist, brining your hips down to grind on his painfully hard boner. He’s moaning, feeling your soaked panties drench his clothed cock, his hips bucking up for more friction.

You pull away, gasping for air and he’s pouting, pulling you back, wanting you claim your lips again. You pant, smirking at the way he’s gripping onto your waist, pulling you close to him, he just wants to feel you so badly and you’ve been teasing him so much.

“So needy baby” You tsk, gasping when he rolls on top of you, rocking his hips onto your panties, his boner rubbing right onto your clit. You moan, as he comes down to whisper in your ear, his mind completely foggy over if he wants to ruin you or be ruined.

“Want you” He pants, humping and grinding into you harder. “Want you so bad baby” His cock has started leaking and the sounds leaving your lips aren’t helping. You sit up, reaching down to tug at his briefs, letting his cock spring free. The head of his cock is glistening in pre cum, throbbing.

Neither of you have even noticed it’s just the both of you now. You’re both lost in each other, clothes ripped off, before he’s on you again. You’re both needy and desperate, he’s rubbing his cock through your soaked pussy, he didn’t even prep you, he just wants to bury his cock and fill you over and over again.

“y/n, please baby please”

“Fuck me Buck- OH GOD YES F-FUCK ME”

Back at the party

Steve steps out of the bathroom, his eyes growing wide when he sees her slip out of Bucky’s room.

"What? Someone had to get those two to stop pining and help make a move." She smirks at him, very proud of herself while Steve shakes his head as they make their way back downstairs.

“Really? That was the plan? And now they’re…?”

“Hey, it worked. He is so in love with her, besides, I had to get out of here before  having to see Bucky and Bucky jr” She snorts, rubbing her temples, ridding her mind of Bucky’s boner nearly ripping through his jeans.

“I already had to see way more of Bucky today than anticipated, come on, I need a drink” They walked over to the kitchen, interrupted with the sound of the bed scraping the floor repeatedly along with a paced thudding sound hitting the wall in Bucky’s room.

“We should turn the music up”  

[wheredafandomat]

Let it snow, let it snow, let her O

Loki x female reader

18+ | contains some Christmassy smut because it’s Christmas Eve and instead of drinking with the fam I’m here 😂😂 - I wrote one sentence, had some alcohol and this is the result 😂 it’s now Christmas

It was around two hours into the Christmas party when Loki and Thor decided it’d be a good idea to bring the Asgardian mead out for you simple midgardians to enjoy. Not only did this lead to Wanda throwing up, Tony near passing out and Natasha trying to hand wrestle Steve, it also lead to Bucky picking you up and then proceeding to bench press using you as his weight whilst you squealed in his grip, Lokis jaw clenching as he watched you both. Your dress was riding up your thigh making him regret agreeing to this ridiculous Mr and Mrs Claus ensemble you both decided on.

“I’m surprised you’re not bothered by all that.” Tony spoke, straightening himself up as he followed Lokis gaze as well as your giggling.

“Oh no, rest assured, she’ll be punished later on.” Loki began to smirk, his eye catching yours as you flashed him a toothy grin, Bucky putting you down before you made your way to Loki.

“Oh don’t wait for later on” you insisted, bending over in front of him “spank me now daddy” you finished, bent over in front of him with a clear view of your red lacy suspenders causing Loki to blush a little, trousers growing tighter as you wriggled your hips.

“Well if you won’t.” Natasha giggled, spanking you causing you to fake gasp as the room erupted into laughter.

By the time you and Loki reached home, you were practically tearing one another’s clothes off, you excited to see just what Mr Claus was hiding underneath that belt. The closer you drew to the bedroom, the more things were discarded. Odd heels, boots and Lokis ridiculous hat was left littered in the hallway before he began ripping your dress off of you, the bedroom door flung and left open as you both crashed against the bed.

Your lips found his in a needy kiss as Loki settled above you, grinding his hips into yours. You could feel his obvious bulge, his excitement for you burrowing between your legs as you bucked your hips up, desperate for some friction, anything to relieve the growing pressure. Lokis body was pressed to yours, his lips roaming your neck as your hands smoothed down his back. His kisses moved lower, between the valley of your breasts, his hand cupping one, lips wrapping around your nipple as you moaned his name. He moved to your other breast, his tongue circling your nipple as you writhed below him. Loki was in a possessive mood, sucking bruises into your skin, marking you as he continued grounding his hips int yours; it was going to be a fun night.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You moaned, your back against his chest as you sat between his legs, your own legs splayed open as he teased your clit, your earlier Christmas present from him, which he insisted you open, vibrating against you; he had a way with gifts. He had conjured a mirror in front of you both, granting you a view of your bodies, your face contorted in pleasure as he indulged you. He always told you how beautiful you were, how sexy you were when you came undone. He kissed your neck, speaking into your ear as you watched his movements with nodded eyes.

“Look at you, so close.” He uttered, nibbling on your ear lobe as your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Yess.” You panted, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you approached your orgasm.

“You look exquisite like this, letting me play with you, letting me edge you.” He began to chuckle darkly, the toy stopping just as you were about to crash into oblivion.

“Loki?” You whined, your walls pulsating around nothing as you slowly tiptoed away from your orgasm.

“What’s the problem darling?” He queried innocently, pecking your lips as you turned your head, looking up at him.

“We’ve stopped, why have we stopped?” You demanded, quickly losing your crescendo.

“Just a short intermission.” He offered flippantly.

“Intermission? Why are we having an inte—” you began, your words leaving you as Loki switched the toy back on, the gentle thrumming soothing you again, him increasing the intensity as his name fell fluidly from your lips. He looked at you in the mirror, the wet trail leaving your glistening folds as he controlled your pleasure. “Right thereeee.” You almost screamed, your clit throbbing, orgasm building before Loki removes the toy leaving you near growling as your eyes snapped open, gazes meeting in the mirror.

“What’s the matter love?” He asked, biting down his smile as you gritted your teeth, your orgasm stollen from him again before his earlier words sounded in your head; she’ll be punished later on.

“I know what you’re doing.” You spoke.

“And pray tell, what exactly is it that I’m doing?” He requested before kissing your neck again, the toy switching on, strongly this time, no build up.

“Ugh, I’m gonna-I’m gonna—” you stupidly announced before of course, Loki stopped causing you to bare your teeth, jaw clenching as you pushed out of his grip. “You’re really getting on my last nerve Loki Laufeyson.” You said angrily, knelt on the bed as you turned to face him

“Good.” He smirked.

“Good yeah?” You dared, an idea coming to you as you knelt a little closer between his legs, his length standing proudly as you lowered yourself towards it. You licked a firm stripe from base to tip before wrapping your hand around it and palming him slowly. “It’s not nice is it?” You spoke, your hand moving agonisingly slowly.

“I’m not complaining.” He shrugged coyly, enjoying the feeling as well as your ass in the mirror in front of him, he had a perfect view.

“No?” You smiled.

It took precisely two minutes for Loki to grip the sheets tightly as your name fell from his lips like a chant as he reached his climax. You continued stroking him, your tongue running over the tip of his cock as his toes curled before you released him with a pop.

“NOO” he grouched, helpless as he floated back down from his almost ecstasy.

“It’s not nice is it?” You laughed at his expression.

“That was rude, uncalled for.” He huffed causing you to shrug. “Fine, I apologise.”

“And I apologise for Bucky picking me up and holding me in his big strong arms—” you began to giggle, Lokis gaze narrowing as he laid you against the bed, his body above you.

“That’s enough.” He silenced you with a kiss. You felt his erection nudging against your thigh as you opened your legs, welcoming him between them. You raised your hips, trying to angle them to accommodate his length before he reached between you both, gripping his cock and directing it towards your entrance before plunging inside of you, both of you moaning.

Loki was pounding into you, both of you approaching your orgasms again. Your lips met occasionally, decelerations of love exchanged between your sloppy kisses as he fucked you into the mattress. Your nails dug into his back, red half moons decorating the surface as you clutched onto him, ankles connecting behind his waist.

“Yess, yes, yesss.” You moaned, Loki circling his hips down into you, lips meeting your temple before you came, walls thrumming around his cock as he ploughed you through your high. He continued thrusting in and out, his own orgasm spurred on by yours as he spiralled into nirvana, your tight walls milking him.

Once you both came down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you, laying against the bed, both of you sweaty, spent and happy as your caught your breaths back.

“Oh look it’s Christmas.” You spoke, breaking the silence as you read the time on the bedside clock.

“Oh yes.” Loki confirmed, catching a glance.

“Merry Christmas Mr Claus.” You smiled, moving to lay your head against Lokis chest.

“Merry Christmas Mrs Claus.”

I didn’t proof read this, I’m literally falling asleep it’s 04:42 in the morning 😂 hope you enjoyed! And happy Christmas 💚

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pretty boy

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Best friends always tease each other. You always liked teasing Steve…but what if some words affect Steve more, than he lets you see it? After a failed mission, Steve needs more than just your teasing...

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!Steve Rogers x (female)dom!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, subspace [m] , needy!Steve, oral [messy blowjob], hint of mommy kink, crying, pet names like; pretty boy, good boy, Stevie, Madame, mistress

Because of the subspace it could be seen as dub-con but not really. I’ll just want to say it in case someone’s sees it that way.

If you feel uncomfortable with any of these above, this onshot may not be for you!

Have in mind English is not my first language! There could be some mistakes-let me know.

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348 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#4

Could u do a best friends dad Steve Rogers x reader smut plz if possible🥰

Thank you for the request!<3 hope you’ll like it, let me know!

There is a bit of fluff and of course the smut-with a happy ending! Enjoy<3

If you’re here only for the smut and nothing else, skip to the part where reader gets out of the shower😝 I wanted to keep it short but…I couldn’t.😂 It’s filthy. I feel dirty. ;p

What you deserve

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem.

Her unbelievably hot dad.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: BestFriendsDad!Steve Rogers & Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Age gap [ Steve is in his mid 40s, reader in early 20s], cheating [ from readers Ex], past Steve x Peggy[ not really mentioned] , forbidden / hidden romance, smut, oral f receiving], fingering, unprotected sex [ don’t be silly wrap your willy] p in v, finger sucking, size kink, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, taking pictures/videos, petnames; sweetheart, angel, sweetie , baby

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be some mistakes. Just let me know:)

Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment please&lt;3

I’m taking requests!

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371 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

Getting to know you

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, drinking game [ truth or dare], smut, technically dub-con since both of them are drunk, dirty talk, slight Captain kink, fingering, oral ( F ), unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy ), hangovers

Please let me know if I need to add something.

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425 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#2

Safe

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You ran away from your abusive ex....after a few months he came looking for you. Good for you, you had such a great neighbour.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (neighbour)Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: abusive ex(called Matthew here), talking about toxic relationships, a slight injury

This idea came in my mind while watching the show 911

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

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588 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Keep you quiet

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve and you never liked each other. You always bickered, even on missions-which brought you in this situation; on you knees.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: enemies/rivals to...lovers?, smut, oral [M receiving], dom/sub undertones, Dom!steve, sub!reader, slightly mean Steve, size kink?, dumbification/degradation kink, slight Captain kink [blink and you miss it], dry humping, boot humping,  rough oral, rough treatment, face-fucking, cum swallowing, semi-public, allusion to threesome Tell me if I need to add anything

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

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1,240 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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[becca-e-barnes]

Everything you write about Bucky cumming for a minute or longer and it being massive loads … this breaks my brain like. I can’t even function bc it’s so hot to think about 🥵 Anytime you wanna do something more with this, I’m HERE for it

Let’s just keep going bc honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be done thinking about it

Because I love the thought of him having the most intense orgasms that just never feel like they’re going to end? Once he starts cumming, that high can last for minutes and it’s just mindblowing for him.

And I love the thought of him fucking you through his orgasm, like really milking every drop into your body. You begged him for it so how’s the man supposed to do anything other than give it to you.

“Come on baby, cum in me. Please sweetheart, so good. So fucking good.” You grunt through gritted teeth. Your legs are up over his shoulders and you’ve cum so many times, you’re ready to cry if he keeps going for much longer.

He has scratches down his back, his neck is marked beyond belief and he’s been holding back for far too long. He always feels like the amount of pleasure you get from love making has to be the same as his and when his orgasms are so intense, the only way to do that is to make sure you cum over and over.

“Sweetie, y-you can’t beg like that. Holy shit. I’ll fill your body so full. Make a mess on the sheets.” He groans, his eyes fluttering shut from the way your body tries to entice him to give in.

“Do it Buck, fill me full. Fill me until it’s dripping out of me and then don’t fucking stop. Please baby, I need it so bad.” You gasp, writhing beneath him from the overstimulation but there’s nowhere for you to go.

“Fuck, oh fuck fine. Oh God fuck baby, I’m cumming.” He sobs, low and broken and so painfully sexy, it makes your body throb.

“Too much. O-oh your body. Oh my god, you’re so tight. Still throbbin’. Fuck you’re taking it so well.” He groans, not slowing his thrusts as cum starts to drip from where your bodies are joined. You feel it, hot and wet and sticky, slowly dripping down over your asshole and eventually onto the bed.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stop.” He’s shaking with pleasure, groaning as you bite down on his shoulder, trying to stifle your sobs. You’re so overstimulated and he knows it but you know you can tolerate a few more minutes to let him finish up.

His thrusts slow down to give you a little relief but it doesn’t make it any less intense for him. “See what you do to me? You see how this pussy gets me? Addictive and you don’t even know it.” He’s totally lost, slowing his thrusts until he eventually stops, pressing as deep inside you as possible for the last 30 seconds of his orgasm.

“Took that so well. Thank you, honey. So incredible. Best fuckin’ girl for me.” As the high ebbs away, his head is empty, hardly able to process anything anymore.

And then the flood of cum that leaves your pussy when he pulls out has you both whimpering. On nights like that, you both need a little aftercare so you shower together, slowly caressing each other’s bodies under the hot water, offering little declarations of love and soft promises before falling into bed and cuddling until you both fall asleep.

[boxofbonesfic]

I feel like bucky with number 50 and 56 would be amazing😍 (you're such a talented writer btw❤)

aaaaaaah thank you so much!! i really loved these prompts, so i hope you like what i came up with. 

Title: Workaholic 

Summary: You’ve cancelled one too many times on Bucky—so he brings the date to your office.  

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Jealousy, manipulation, SMUT, not listening to one’s therapist, public sex, breeding/impregnation kink 

A/N: Omg. These prompts are gonna be the death of me, because I love them so much. I had a fun idea for jealous office smut, so… enjoy 😂 

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI!

Enjoy😘

Prompts used will be in bold, but here they are:

50: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

56: “You have no idea how much i want you.”

🥵

It starts simply enough. 

“I’m sorry, Buck, I have to work. Tony’s upped the deadline.”

“Another late night, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Can we try Saturday night for dinner instead?”

It’s not that Bucky doesn’t trust you—he trusts you with everything in him, every broken, mis-matched piece of himself believes the best of you. 

It’s the other men he doesn’t trust. The ones eyeing the plump weight of your backside as he walks with you, watching the sway of your hips, the upturn of your cute little mouth. He can’t make them stop looking—as much as he wants to—and it drives him crazy, knowing others covet what he has. 

What’s just for him. 

So he does what he can; menacing looks, quietly delivered threats and unsubtle innuendos that make your cute cheeks warm and make him clutch you tighter, just in case.  

You’re so understanding too, that’s the worst part. The part that makes him feel like shit—after all, he knows he doesn’t deserve you, knows he isn’t worth even a fucking second of your attention, but now that you’ve given it, he’s not going back. He won’t.  

He can’t.  

He knows his therapist would be disappointed in him, the way he hoards you—but he rationalizes that it’s okay to have just one thing for himself, isn’t it? So when you call for the third time that week to say you’ll be home late again, he wants to break Tony’s fucking jaw. 

“Can I come see you at work?” He asks, hating how needy he sounds. It doesn’t matter what you say, because he’s coming regardless—but when you say he can, his heart lifts a little. He just has to check, make sure you’re alright, that on one is bothering you—trying to take you away. 

 “James, I think you have some issues with boundaries. I understand you’ve lost a lot.”

He shook his head. He hadn’t lost anything. Things had been taken from him, there was a difference. “If something is mine, I protect it. Make sure it stays mine.”  

“That’s admirable, James, but…” The therapist sighs, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Sometimes people make different choices than we want them to.”

He wonders if his therapist was talking about you, but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re already his. You’ve already made your decision, and he intends to have you stick by it—by him. Security already knows him well, and when he gets to Stark Tower, they let him in easily. It’s late, and most of the other people have already gone home, their offices dark and empty. 

You’re still seated at your desk, typing away when he enters. 

“Hey, you.” You chirp brightly, smiling so wide and so pretty that it makes his chest hurt. “Couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?” you joked, turning your eyes back to the laptop screen. No. Look at me.

“No.” Bucky says shortly, settling himself on the chase lounge opposite your desk. You look tired, and he can see the remnants of the day’s frustrations all over you; the curls you’d been so proud of that morning were pulled up into a messy bun on top of your head, and your smart, snappy blazer was discarded over the back of your chair. “I missed you.” He says, and you look up at him apologetically. 

“I’m sorry, Buck. I know this week’s been hard, but as soon as I’m done, I’ll be all yours.” He scowls at you petulantly, and you giggle. “I promise. 

“You promised on Monday. And Wednesday.” He mutters. He knows logically it isn’t your fault, you’re a dedicated worker—a hard worker; it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much. But he doesn’t like the idea of another man controlling your time, even if that man is your boss and his friend, Tony Stark. 

“The sooner I finish, the sooner you can have me all to yourself,” You quip, sticking your tongue out cheekily at him. “I shouldn’t be more than another hour at the most.” 

Bucky goes to retort that even that is too long, but he’s interrupted by a knock on your door. You both look up at the same time, though Bucky’s expression sours further when he sees a man in a suit leaned casually against the doorframe. 

“Hey. Just checking to see that you got my emails with the updated code?” He says, grinning. Bucky cuts his eyes to you. He doesn’t like the way you play with the hair beside your ear as you bite your lip in thought. He doesn’t like the way you nod and smile, telling him that you did get the emails, that you’ll update it yourself tomorrow.  

“Yeah, of course, Neil. No worries,” You say, smiling gratefully. “See you tomorrow.” 

 He leaves, and Bucky scowls at his back. 

“He come in here a lot?” He asks, rising from the lounge to stand behind you. You flick your eyes over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“I mean, we are both managing the same project together, Buck. He’s in here as often as he needs to be?” He knows you don’t know how your answer makes his blood boil hot in his veins, makes him want to crush the other man’s windpipe in his hands—and it would be so easy, especially with his other hand, but he resists the urge to charge after him and remove him as even a potential obstacle, but only barely. He can see you’re frustrated with him, the pout on your plump lips tells him that. You cut your eyes over your shoulder at him. “Bucky we’ve been over this, babe, you can’t get like this every time I have to work with someone who happens to be a man.” 

He doesn’t know how to tell you that it doesn’t matter how many times you go over it—he’s always going to be sore about it. You work with him peering over your shoulder for another thirty minutes before you shove yourself away from the desk. 

“I’m going to get some water.” You glare at him. “And you, mister, better be in a seat when I get back.” You warn. An idea blooms in his brain, and he can tell you don’t know what to make of the smug little grin that worms its way across his mouth. Sometimes people make different choices than we want them to. 

That only mattered when you were giving people options to choose from. Bucky had known from the moment he’d met you that you were it, the only one for him. He just had to make sure you knew it too, knew that you belonged to him. 

When you do come back, you’re holding two paper cups full of water, one for you, and one for Bucky. Knowing that you thought of him, considered him, makes his chest tight. You furrow your brow with confusion as you spot him behind your desk, seated casually in your office chair. 

“Hey, get out of my seat.” You chide jokingly, setting the cups down on the desk. It’s only when he rolls the chair away from the desk, and you see the bulge in his jeans that you swallow thickly. 

“Oh no, doll. I am your seat. C’mere. You can sit on my lap till you’re done working.” He grins up at you, though his eyes are hard, as if daring you to challenge him. Bucky knows you’re used to softness, and maybe that’s why you’ve got it in your head that you can tell him how to protect you, how to love you—he doesn’t need your help for that. You hesitate, but he can see it, the swipe of your tongue across your lips, the way your breath catches as your gaze moves quickly between his steely eyes and the bulge he’s lazily palming through his jeans. He can tell you’re waffling—so he makes the decision for you. 

“Sit.” He orders, and he feels a heady rush as you scramble to comply. He feels your weight settle in his lap and groans loudly. It’s almost too much, your perfect, sweet ass pressed against the hard outline of his cock as you wiggle nervously, trying to get comfortable. You turn, a nervous, questioning look on your pretty face.  

“Bucky what are—”

“You said you had to work, doll.” He turns your head forward with a firm hand on your chin. “So work.” He can tell he’s broken the steady stream of your concentration, the way you keep peeking over your shoulder at him. You squeak in surprise when he rolls his hips languidly into yours, knowing you can feel the bulge of his cock through that tight pencil skirt.  

“Bucky!” 

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I can’t work with you like this,” You whine, moving to lift yourself off of him. He locks his vibranium hand around your waist, holding you in place with no effort. “Bucky please, I have to—” 

“Sit.” He growls, and your mewling protests die in your throat. “And work.” You give his arm one last, futile push before settling down. He thrusts against you again, and you whimper, but don’t move. Perfect. “You’re such a fast learner, doll.” He praises. “Tell me what you’re working on.” Another nervous swallow makes the muscles in your throat flex temptingly, and Bucky can’t resist pressing a soft kiss to your racing pulse. 

 “I-I-um, I’m, we’re working on a new set of p-programming codes for Jarvis’ national defense network—nnnh—Bucky, I can’t—” He licks up the side of your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. His thumbs rub circles on your hips as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to all the exposed skin he can reach at the neckline of your blouse. He thrusts against you again.

 “Keep going.” 

“It’s supposed to—oh.” You emit a soft sound when he slides his hand under your blouse, his fingers tickling the skin of your belly as he cups your breast through the lace of your bra. Bucky licks the shell of your ear, and you whimper, grinding down a little against him. 

“What’s it supposed to do, doll?” He chuckles when you let out a frustrated huff. “Come on, sweet. Focus.” He taunts, dragging his thumb roughly across your nipple and then back again. This is his favorite way to see you, all trembling and whiny and completely focused on him, like you should always be. 

“It’s s-supposed to detect deep space activity,” You stammer, the words falling clumsily from your lips. He reluctantly releases your breasts and grasps your hips, moving you back and forth over his cock as he moans softly at the pressure. “A-and-and-Bucky—”

“You know, doll, I don’t think you’re gettin’ much work done,'' He says smarmily, his lips brushing against the back of your throat. “You sure you shouldn’t have just come home to me?” He grinds harder and a curse falls from your lips. 

“Buck, I’m sorry—” 

“Shhh, doll.” He purrs, nipping your skin. “I’m teaching you a lesson.” He reaches between the two of you to undo the button on his jeans and tug down his boxers. There’s something delicious about the way his cock presses tight against the cheeks of your ass—along with the feel of the cool, silky fabric of your skirt—that makes him throb.  

When he pulls the knife from his pocket you gasp softly and he wishes he could hear that sound again and again for-fucking-ever and cuts a clean line along the back seam of your skirt. 

“Lift up, sweetheart.” You obey instantly, leaning forward against the table, allowing him to split it all the way down to where the skirt ends, just above your knees. Bucky sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the red, lacy thong pillowed by your perfect ass, and he can’t help but deliver a loud, stinging slap.

“Ah! Bucky!” 

“That’s right, doll.” He gives the other cheek the same treatment, before leaning forward to drag first his teeth and then his lips down the reddened marks he’d left.  

“You don’t have to be jealous, Buck,” You pant, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the burn he knew he’d lit in your core. “I’m yours.” Your tone is placating, but it isn’t enough. Won’t be enough until he’s buried so deep inside you that you see stars and your legs won’t hold you up for days.

“I’m not jealous.” He snaps, his fingers finding the drenched seat of your panties. He tugs them aside to reveal the swollen, slick petals of your pussy and he grins. This is the proof he needs. Words are pretty—but ultimately useless, as he’s learned. People lie, but your body, it can’t lie—not to Bucky. You gasp as his fingers draw patterns across your throbbing clit. “I’m not jealous,” He says again, petulantly. 

You moan, your head dropping forward onto your forearms. Bucky runs an appreciative finger up your wet slit. “This pussy is mine.” He smears the wetness gathered on his fingertips over his cock, a growl leaving him when he begins to push inside. You’re always tight gripping him like a fucking glove, but like this, it’s—fuck—it’s incredible. He almost can’t get in, and you whine and cry as the head of his cock pops inside with a wet squelch. “You have no idea how much I want you.” He mutters. You squeeze around him at his words, and Bucky groans raggedly. 

“God, Buck, please!” You whimper, trying unsuccessfully to finish sheathing the throbbing length of his cock inside your aching pussy. “Please.” 

“No idea how hard it is not to just keep you on my cock all day,” He ignores your pleas, thrusting shallowly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, doll?” He teases, enjoying the way your thighs tremble as you fight to stay standing. You moan and nod helplessly. He slides his vibranium hand up your chest, cupping your chin as he presses two fingers against your lips. You open, your tongue flattening against his digits as he thrusts them in and out of your mouth, an imitation of what he’s going to do to your pussy. “Oh baby,” He purrs, pushing his hips against you to force another inch of his cock into you. “Look at you.” 

He directs your gaze toward the reflective glass separating your office from the cubicles outside. You look so good, your hair mussed, eyes round and glassy and the glowing metal of his fingers disappearing between your perfect lips as saliva drips out around them. 

“This is my favorite thing, doll.” He admits, pushing up until his cock is almost fully sheathed inside you. The ragged little cry that tears from you is like the sweetest fucking music. “Watching you go all fuckin’ dumb on my cock.” You tighten up so hard around him that it almost hurts, and you let out a broken moan around his fingers. He flexes his hips into yours, and finally your knees give out, and you collapse onto his lap with a whine into Bucky’s lap, his cock bottoming out inside you. 

“That’s my girl,” He praises, savoring the whimper that leaves you as he fucks up into you, ignoring the sound of the pens rattling in the cup on your desk. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and slips them into his own, savoring the taste of you. You’re moaning and crying, pushing your hips back into his as sweet pleas fall from your pretty mouth. “Look at you. Such a cock hungry slut.” He pants. You whimper, shaking your head even as your cunt clenches him desperately. He’s never talked to you like this before, but now that he’s started, he can’t stem the filth spilling from his lips.  

“Love that I don’t even have to play with that pretty pussy to make you cum,” He continues, the fingers of his flesh hand tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck as he tugs you back up to sitting. “Isn’t that right, baby?”  

“Oo-oh fuck, fuck, yes, Bucky, yes—”

The hair on the back of his neck stands up as his ears prick to the sound of footsteps, and Bucky has just enough time to pull you flush against him as Neil peeks into the office, his knuckles rapping against the glass. Bucky sees red, and for a moment he considers caving Neil’s goddamn skull in. 

“Saw the light, figured I’d come give you a check before I left—” Neil’s voice falters as his nostrils flare. The office reeks of sex, and though Bucky isn’t embarassed, he knows you are by the way you hide your flushed face in your hands. He’s got to see it, the way your lips are swollen and parted, your expression dazed, and your hair now loose around your shoulders. He can see the peaked interest in the other man’s eyes, the way they brighten and spark with jealousy, and it makes his grip tighten on your waist.

“O-oh. T-thanks Neil,” You squeak, unable to meet his gaze. Bucky grins wickedly at him from behind you. He knows it looks like you’re just seated on his lap, though his cock is buried deliciously inside of your tight pussy, still throbbing. “I g-got the email. I’m, um, almost done here.” Your voice is shaky and unconvincing, but bless your heart, you’re trying to keep it together. Bucky locks eyes with Neil, and rolls his hips upward into yours below the desk. Your breath catches and you let out a low, gurgling moan. 

“Did you need anything else, Neil?” Bucky asks snidely, thrusting up again. The head of his cock pushes against your cervix, and this time you can’t swallow the whimper that tears itself out of you. Neil’s face goes pale, and he averts his eyes, staring at the carpet. 

“I, um. Good. Glad, um, to hear it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turns on his heel, but Bucky isn’t paying him any mind anymore, fucking up into you with abandon. He’s not sure if Neil is gone or not, and he doesn’t really care—he doesn’t mind if he watches Bucky own you, at least it will leave no doubt that you are off limits, and will be until further notice. 

“I think he wants to know what it feels like in this tight cunt, doll,” Bucky growls, holding you still as he forces his cock up into you over and over. “I don’t blame him.” The way your walls flutter around his cock makes him groan. “Too bad this pussy’s made for me, ain’t that right baby?” You’re whimpering and sobbing against the desk, the evidence of just how completely Bucky owns you dripping down the inside of your thighs. 

“Oh fuck, yours, Bucky! Only yours!” You pant, and he groans. It feels so fucking good inside of you, so tight and hot like fucking a wet fist. He doesn’t want to pull out—he usually does, when you don’t have condoms, or when he’s too gone to wait for you to fumble one out of the dresser, but this time he won’t. He can’t, not when you’re gripping him like a fucking vise and begging so pretty for his cock. 

“Fu-uck, I’m gonna cum inside, baby, okay? Gonna fucking fill you up so deep…” He moans, his grip tightening around the back of your throat as you jerk in his arms. You begin to push back against the tide of pleasure at his words, even as your cunt squeezes down at the mention of his hot cum coating your insides. 

“N-no, Bucky, wait—”

“No?” He growls, leaning over you as his cock continues to split you open with heavy strokes. You keen, your hips pushing back to meet his despite your reaction. “ ‘No’ ain’t gonna be in your vocabulary anymore, doll, not for me.” His cock punches against your cervix in a rhythm that has you arching up off the desk, your toes curling. “If this pussy is mine like you say it is, I should be able to cum in it whenever I want.” He’s torn the back of your blouse open, leaving wet kisses and bite marks across your exposed skin. “Is it mine?” He asks raggedly, a sharp moan tearing from his lips when your pussy clamps down around him. 

“Yes, Bucky,” You sob. “Oh god, m’gonna cum,” You whine pathetically. Your entire body trembles and shakes as gibberish begins falling from your open mouth; a mixture of praises and thanks and sobbing cries that combine with the wet, velvety grip of your cunt and makes Bucky curse too. It’s too much, the feel of you going mindless on his cock has him spending himself inside you. He can feel you still shuddering as he fills you, the walls of your pussy milking every last drop from him. 

 He stays inside of you, panting as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. His cum is dripping out of you to splatter against the carpet, and he idly wonders how often Tony has them cleaned. 

“Buck?” Your tired voice shakes him out of his thoughts. “ M’ready to go home now.” He laughs. 

“Okay, doll.” 

 Fin.