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rookthorne · 11 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone were never broken — whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦ Mafia!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✦ 2.4k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✦ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Remote toy play, so much dirty talk ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, degradation, daddy, voice

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✦ I blame suits, and my voice kink. Sorry.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✦ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley Duhé

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✦ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 1 — Lingerie — Masterlist

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hours had passed since Bucky promised to be out of his office, and every single moment that ticked by was torture – clothed in nothing but a surprise, and silk robe while you waited for him in the bedroom…

You decided you wouldn’t have it. Bucky would get his workaholic ass out of that study, so help him God.

Determined, you rose from your place on the loveseat in your shared bedroom, and padded down the hall, pulling the robe tighter around your body and acutely aware of the fullness in your cunt. The giant double doors of Bucky’s office loomed closer and closer, the final barrier between what you wanted, and temptation. You could hear the clicking keys of his keyboard as he worked, the speed admirable and you felt a pang – however small – of guilt as you mulled over what you were about to do.

But, Bucky had promised, and he was always a man of his word. He just needed some incentive sometimes – that was all.

The door opened silently and you peered tentatively inside. Bucky was toiling away, barely sparing a glance to the opening door of his study as you stepped into the room quietly.

“Baby, I know, I’m trying to-” Bucky paused, looking away from the screen and you watched as his eyes widened while looking you up and down, his mouth a hard line. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, daddy,” you replied, and you sauntered over to the leather couch, sitting carefully down so as to not jostle the surprise seated in your cunt – no way were you allowing yourself any pleasure until you teased him. “Just missed you in bed, that’s all.”

Bucky eyed you thoughtfully, his hands moving from the keyboard to his desk, and he tilted his head. “You missed me? Is that all? Nothing to do with what I ordered you to do earlier?”

You nodded, pouting and looking at him through your lashes. It seemed to work a trick, his gaze softened and he tutted quietly. “I’m almost done, kitten, can you wait a little longer for daddy?”

“No,” you whined, shifting so the robe would strategically slip to reveal a slither of the lingerie beneath. “Please, I need you.”

Bucky froze, his body going unnaturally still as he stared at what the robe had parted to reveal. “What are you wearing, baby?” His movements turned calculated, the slow movement of his hand to his jacket pocket caused a bubble of excitement to burst, the simmering heat of your arousal licking up your spine slowly – too slowly. “Show daddy, go on.”

“But it was a surprise,” you said petulantly, and Bucky raised a brow. “You have to stop work to see.”

“Do I now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, watching his hand pull out a remote from his pocket, the small, tiny object causing every alarm to go off in your mind and making your body pull taut in anticipation. “You do, daddy.”

He considered you for a moment, his eyes roving between the visible lingerie and your pleading gaze, never once revealing once what he was thinking – that mask of stoic mafia boss serving him well. “Alright, kitten, I will give you one more chance. Show me what you’re wearing, and daddy’ll reward you.”

“But-”

“Show me,” Bucky ordered, eyes narrowing while his thumb hovered over the set of buttons, teasing you with what he could reward you with if you just cooperated. “I’m waiting.”

Toying with his order, you hesitated – dead set on disobeying, but you wanted him to press that button, bringing to life the one thing that had driven you mad the most in his absence. “Go on, baby,” Bucky said, a brow raised. “Be a good girl and show daddy.”

You pouted and whined, shifting in your seat to face him fully. “But you’re too busy-”

“You can keep yourself occupied while I work, can’t you?” Bucky asked, a slight smirk on his lips. “All you have to do is take off that robe and show me, then you can have fun–I might even help you, if you behave.”

Damn temptation, you cursed. Almost unwillingly, your hands moved to the sash that kept the robe covering you, and you pulled slowly, the silk soft between your fingers. “That’s it, kitten,” Bucky purred, nodding approvingly, only to whistle in appreciation as the fabric fell away.

A lace and silk teddy, navy blue in colour – his damned favourite, shone in the dim light in all the right places as you pulled your arms free of the robe, tossing it over the arm of the couch. Black garters hugged your thighs and you sighed, the loss of the protective layer leaving you shivering – not from the cold.

“Damn, baby,” Bucky breathed, shifting in his seat. “You look fucking stunning, kitten, fuck. Spread your legs for me, lemme see.”

The ease of following orders washed over you, and you obediently spread your thighs so the vibe was visible even from his seat behind his desk.

“Good fuckin’ girl, huh? Did just as I told you,” Bucky purred, and you whimpered quietly. “S’alright, kitten, daddy’s got you.”

You watched with hooded eyes as his thumb hovered over the buttons, and finally, finally turned it on – the sudden movement of the toy caused a squeak to fall from your lips, and Bucky hummed soothingly.

“Daddy–I, oh,” you gasped, the speed of the vibrations altering and changing from a pulse to a deep throb. “Please!”

“Already begging, kitten? I haven’t even turned it up high yet,” Bucky tutted. You watched with despair as he turned to his screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. In a show to torture you, he began to type, just as fast as he was when you interrupted him. “It’s cute when you’re desperate.”

“I am!” You cried, squirming slightly until Bucky glared at you out of the corner of his eye. “I am- Fuck, please I need–”

“I know what my slut needs, baby,” Bucky said, still typing away, and his tone filled with only a slight hint of venom – a warning. “And you’ll get what you need, if you behave.”

The vibrations changed again and you squeaked, hiccuping on a moan when it pulsed so quickly Bucky must have turned it up higher, only for it to slow right down once more.

“C’mon, daddy,” you whined, squirming and shifting back so you could rest against the back of the leather couch. Bucky turned to look at you, gaze heated. “I- Ah! Fuck, okay, I’ll be-”

As you spoke, the vibrations increased, pulsing in such a rhythm that you cried out, only to whine in protest when they stopped.

“You’ll be what, baby?” The taps of the keys mocked you as you took deep breaths. “Tell daddy what you’ll be. You know how I get when you’re desperate, kitten.”

You thought quickly, what would make him press that damned button and speed this up? “I-I will be good, daddy,” you breathed, gasping as the toy jostled and moved even deeper when you shifted back just a smidge. “‘M desperate, c’mon, you promised.”

“Aw, baby girl,” Bucky cooed, pouting at you while his hand that held the remote raised to your eye line. “Alright, you can have more.”

“Fuck!” You all but shouted, the speed of the toy taking you by surprise. “Oh, god, daddy- Yes!”

Bucky hummed, returning to his work, though you could see through your hooded gaze that he moved in his seat to face you a little more. “Feel good, kitten?”

“Y-Yeah, s’good, daddy.”

“That’s what daddy likes to hear, baby,” he mused. “Now, you sit pretty for me while I work. You can make noise–don’t keep those cute little sounds to yourself.”

“Okay, okay,” you rushed, watching the way his jaw clenched and the way his fingers worked over the keyboard – nimble, fast, and precise, just as they would be working over your clit, or pumping in and out of your pussy while whispering filthy praises in your ear, and holy fuck, did you want him to touch you. “Daddy, please, I want you- Just, please.”

The only response you received was a sharp gaze, and a harsh pulse in your cunt. “Daddy’s busy, baby,” he said, careful to watch your every move. “Keep yourself entertained, or do you need more help?”

“Yes!” You gasped, keening as Bucky began to speak, the sound muffled and in another language – Russian you guessed, and it did not help. “Daddy, please- Talk to me, I want you!”

“You want daddy to talk to you, huh?” His tone was teasing – dripping with that superior air he had perfected. “Is that what you want? Is that what my slut needs to come?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, “please, daddy!”

“Alright,” Bucky answered. His chair swivelled, and he rose – the sight of him in a full suit made you whimper, your cunt clenching down on the toy on instinct. The heated stare he eyed you with set your skin aflame, and you watched as he rounded his desk, only to lean against the dark wood and cross his ankles, reclining in a show of dominance that left you reeling. Ringed and tattooed hands gripped the edge of it, the skin turning white with the force of his grip.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” he barked, and you startled. “That’s it, good girl. Keep looking at me–if you look away, you don’t get to come, understood?”

“Fuck,” you croaked, and Bucky’s grin turned wicked. “Daddy-”

“Daddy’s here, kitten,” Bucky interrupted. The remote in his hand waved in the air while he chuckled darkly. “And I’m going to make you desperate, then maybe I can get some work done–it’s hard work making sure my whore is fucking satisfied.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, baby,” Bucky cooed. “Now you have my attention.” His head tilted to the side, his gaze settling on the garter belts. “You all dressed up for daddy, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘m dressed for you,” you simpered. The vibrations were shying on too much and not enough, and you ground your hips down to chase some relief.

“Ah-ah, don’t,” Bucky chastised, lessening the vibrations. “Do that again and I turn it off. Now,” he paused, licking his lips. “I think you can sit a bit prettier than that, baby.” You could only whimper and he frowned. “Sit back, kitten, put your back on the arm of that couch, and spread those legs–don’t get shy on me now.”

“Okay,” you breathed, hastening to follow his instruction to the letter. The air was cold on your cunt and on the sweat beading on your skin; unbidden, a shiver jerked your limbs and the toy shifted, knocking the rough patch in your heat.

Once in position, you were rewarded with a rumbling, “Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for daddy now that you’ve gone silly on me, huh?”

“Please,” you whined – pushed to the brink one too many times to bear it once more. “Please, daddy, I wanna cum, I’ve been good!”

“Have you now?” Bucky pondered, and your lower lip trembled. “Don’t you cry, kitten, you know what that does to me, and you want me to help you, don’t you?” You nodded hastily, and he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Do you think you can cum like this? Just listening to daddy’s voice and being filled with your favourite toy?”

“Yes, yes, I can–just please let me, I need to–”

“You’re putting on a beautiful show for daddy, baby,” he cut in, his voice lowering to that rumbling octave. “Wearing that sexy as fuck lingerie and expecting me to focus on my work? Doesn’t seem very good to me, kitten.”

You whine in protest as the vibrations slowed. “Wanted you to want me, daddy, you promised!”

“Oh, baby girl,” Bucky cooed, loud over your gasp at the change of pulsing from the toy. “Daddy’ll always want you. Lemme show you, just relax for me.”

The toy that had steadily driven you to the brink of losing your mind buzzed with such a speed your breath shuddered and caught in your throat, and your back bowed to the ceiling at the onslaught.

“Such a pretty girl,” Bucky said softly, “losing yourself in it like a good girl, fuck-” Bucky shifted with a deep breath, the tent in his slacks pushing the limit of the fabric. “Look at what you do to daddy, kitten–look.”

You glanced blearily over and smiled lazily, pride swelling your chest at seeing Bucky losing that iron grip he had on his control. “That’s what you do, baby,” Bucky breathed, palming over his hardening cock. “I want you to cum–wanna watch you cum, kitten.”

“Daddy! Fuck- Oh, fuck!” You cried, moaning at the toy’s intense vibrations, the effect making your whole body shake.

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky growled. “Tak chertovski krasivo, kisa.”

The precipice was nearing and your vision grew dark at the edges. “I’m close, daddy! Please, please lemme come, I need it,” your words ended in a sob, a broken plea for release, and Bucky had mercy on you – just this once.

“Cum for me, kitten, soak that fucking couch for me,” his voice sounded so far away – under or over the waves that were forcing you under, you couldn’t tell. “Be a good slut and cum for daddy–now.”

“Fuck! Daddy, daddy–I’m cumming!” Your mouth fell slack on the first wave, the air leaving your lungs in a strangled moan that turned into a scream as the onslaught spread through every last nerve. You twisted and writhed on the couch, gasping for air through the shocks that jolted every limb.

“You are, fuck, good girl,” Bucky moaned, suddenly kneeling right next to you. The sudden proximity made you sob through a sharp rush of pleasure. “Such a good girl, let it out for me, baby.”

Aftershocks pulsed through your whole body and your thighs shook as you whimpered. Bucky’s hand rested on your hip, the callused palm rubbing up and down while he hummed softly, a soothing action that brought you back from the clouds but left you feeling floaty – the quiet calm of your mind, a state that only Bucky could bring.

“You back with me, baby girl?”

“Mm,” you managed. “Yeah.”

Soft lips met yours and you chased them sleepily. “Now, I have to just finish up–then I’ll carry you to our bedroom and I’ll run you a hot bath. How’s that sound, kitten?” You nodded slowly, just once, and he kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

A blanket appeared out of nowhere and Bucky tucked you in, your clammy body and come-slick thighs suddenly covered and shielded from the sudden frigid temperature as you shivered from such an intense high.

Bucky rounded his desk and you watched him through hooded eyes as he settled into his seat, winking at you cheekily. “Rest, baby, you’re alright.”

tak chertovski krasivo, kisa = so damn beautiful