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wait for hours
Summary: Bucky and you have a small fight about making him attend a business dinner on your one-year anniversary.
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x secretary!reader
Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), org@sm denial/edging, teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 1.9K
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A/N: I wrote this blurb based on @marvelouslizzie’s prompt: “You want me to put it in you, don't you?”
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
You know he is mad. You could sense it right away at work and also in the car. But you don’t regret it, it had to be done.
“Why did you even bring me here if you aren’t gonna talk, James?”
Your head is spinning only from the way he’s pacing around.
He puffs. “You wanna talk now?”
“You are such a kid,” you say, sighing.
“I am the kid?”
You’re surprised by how high his tone is.
“Why are you so bothered? I did what I needed to help you.”
“I don’t care! You knew tonight is off limits. It was supposed to be about us!”
You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a little. You don’t want to fight. You never do when you disagree, and this is silly.
“We can do it another time. We both know how important this is, so why are you so mad?”
“Because this is our one-year anniversary and we always…”
You sigh, standing up. “He wouldn’t have waited, and I don’t care if you think: then his loss. This is your company! You need this investment.”
“You made this decision for me!”
“Good,” you snap. “Someone had to, I wasn’t going to let you waste a great opportunity just cause you are not in the mood for another business dinner.”
He steps toward you so fast you don’t even realize for a second. “Yeah, sorry I am not in the mood for a business dinner when I could be buried inside my girlfriend in our private jet as we fly to Europe.”
“Who said I wanted to go in the first place?” You look him in the eye, challenging him to answer you. You’re not gonna let him intimidate you. Not that he wanted that.
“Then I could have made you come on my tongue after dinner right here.”
You roll your eyes. “All you can think about is sex.”
“All I can think about is you, but you decided to-”
“To do the right thing.” You interrupt him immediately. He’s so stubborn sometimes!
Bucky sighs, bringing his hands to your cheeks. “Are you bored with me?”
What. The. Fuck.
“Are you drunk?” You ask despite knowing it’d be impossible. But how can he ask that?
“Are you bored of me, honey? Is this why you keep me a secret?”
“Bucky!”
“I wanted to make it official like what? A thousand times?”
You sigh, bringing your hands on top of his before leaving a kiss on one of his palms.
“I am not bored of you, Jamie. But work is work. He knows-”
“I want everyone to know!”
You understand, but at the same time there are more consequences to consider before making the decision to get public. “Know what? That you’re fucking me?”
Now this is a thing you regret saying. The expression he has on his face breaks your heart.
“That’s all you think this is?”
Oh, you fucked up! This is not what it is, and you know it. You both had been trying to fight it off, to ignore the tension for over a year. Until you just couldn’t anymore and gave in.
It was clearly more than sex from the start. He didn’t even try to seduce you, and you were only going out on dates for weeks. And if he wanted sex, why he’d make such an effort when you’re sure he can get a girlfriend or a one-night stand or even escort services. He didn’t try to buy you. But would the office understand?
“No, James.” You kiss his other palm, trying to show him how you actually feel. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“When would it be, then? Or would it ever be a good idea?”
He’s more than upset now, his chin is trembling and the way he keeps staring at you makes you want to cry.
Such a horrible situation…
“When I’ll change my job,” you murmur, stroking his cheeks. “This way, they wouldn’t call either of us names and your reputation would-”
“I don’t care about it, okay? About what they’d say about me, and I certainly wouldn’t let them talk shit about you. What you did for the company is amazing.”
You let out a humorless laugh. “I am your secretary, Bucky. My job is to please you and do the best to assure the company’s success.”
“Fucking bullshit!”
“Hey, it’s true. You know very well how people would talk about both of us, and rumors would spread, and sure, men would pat you on the back at first, but some might hate the scandal. And I would be treated like a...” You don’t want to finish your sentence; well aware he knows what you mean. “You cannot protect me from this no matter what you do. And you cannot ruin your company! Do you want to do this just for public claim?”
“I want to hold your hand so badly everywhere...” He sighs, moving his hands from your face to his own hair, pulling it a bit too harshly. “I want to be able to leave with you home and not make Sam wait for you on the parallel street.”
You know and you feel the same way. Sometimes you find yourself imagining how things would be if you gave in and just not care about it, but there’s about so much more than you. You know how important his partnerships are, how hard he actually worked. He might not be a billionaire, but he is very rich and affords many things. He pays everyone well, including you, as wrong as it might sound.
“I’m gonna think about it, okay? I love you so much!” You take a step closer, getting on your tiptoes so you can kiss him a little. “I am sorry for making you feel like this, you’re not my dirty secret. But I don’t regret saying yes to this meeting. You weren’t going to agree, and we both know this is really important. We can celebrate later or tomorrow night. We can go anywhere you want. Just know I love you.”
Bucky says nothing for a while, his face emotionless as he thinks about what you said.
“I love you, too. Now I want you to get your clothes off and get on the bed.”
You raise your eyebrows at the change in his attitude. What the fuck!
“What?”
“Don’t act as if you don’t want it. You were teasing me all morning. And during the breaks!”
You cannot even deny it because it’s true. Yesterday you were both too tired to even eat when you got home, let alone have sex, and you woke up really horny.
“Don’t you need to get ready?”
He smirks in that way that you hate so much, and you sigh.
“You got one minute, baby.”
You quickly take off your shirt and pants before unclasping the bra and placing it on the nearest bedside table. You let on your panties, eager to see him tear them off as you sit on the edge of the bed.
But he, surprisingly, doesn’t do that after he drops on his knees in front of you and spreading your legs.
You get on your elbows just to watch him. He smiles cheekily, happy with the extra attention you give him, as he hooks his finger around your underwear and moves it to the side, holding it there as he starts to lick your slit.
“Yesss!” You throw your head back, knowing how much you’re going to enjoy this.
He’s a little too slow compared to the usual, but it still feels good, especially when he brings his tongue to your entrance.
You manage to hold back for a while, not letting your hips move until you realize he doesn’t intend to change the pace. With your fingers through his hair and another hand grabbing the sheets, you try to get his tongue inside you faster. But he doesn’t want that either, so you pull his hair a bit harder out of frustration.
“If you want it slow, at least use that tongue on my clit.”
He snorts, amused and does what you told him without protesting. But instead of feeling better because he’s licking your clit, it’s even worse.
You both know that you hate when he’s doing it slowly, so that’s annoying you even more. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose.
You try to tilt your hips more, showing him he needs to hurry up, but he places his right hand on your tummy and pushes your back to the bed again.
“Come on, Bucky! What is this?”
He smiles against your clit and suddenly starts to lick faster. And faster. And faster.
“Yess, yess.”
You pictured him like this before you got together. You imagined countless of scenarios with him eating you out on his desk or on the couch in his office, in the car or in the meeting room. You did that so often it became a habit, but you didn’t expect it to be that good. And he’s somehow getting better every time. Even when he’s torturing you.
When he starts sucking on your clit, though? You feel on fire. You let out the loudest moan before grabbing his hair.
“Yes, sooo c-close. Gimmie a finger, Jamie.” His eyes are on you as you speak. “Please!”
He stops sucking just to breathe on your clit, making you shiver. “Now why would I do that?”
You open your eyes confused.
Does he mean he wants to fuck you?
You’d love that, truth be told, so you push him away a little and get on your ass on the bed. You immediately move your hands down, trying to find his bulge over his pants.
Yeah, you totally missed that.
“I guess foreplay is done. You can fuck me now.”
Bucky laughs. He laughs! Then he brings his hand to cover yours and helps you get a better feel of his cock. Fuck, he’s so hard!
“You want me to put it in you, don’t you?”
“I’m still close.” You whine, surprised by your own body reaction. “Just get inside me, okay?”
“Why would I do that, honey?”
You give him the most confused look ever. “W-what?”
“You’re not gonna come tonight. Or well, until I get back from my meeting. Not on my fingers, not on my mouth, and definitely not on my cock. “
The world is spinning around you. He’s not serious is he.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Who’s the one thinking only about sex now?”
“You’re joking, right?”
He cannot do this. He can’t...
“I should get ready for the meeting.” He tries to get up, but you grab his hand.
“Are you punishing me for doing the right thing for the company?”
He senses you are close to tears so he leans in to kiss your forehead. “No, baby, why would I punish you for that?”
“I don’t know...”
“Maybe this is for thinking our anniversary is not important for me” He cups your face. “But I promise tonight will be great.”
You can’t even say anything, squeezing your legs together, still turned on.
“No touching either. You don’t get to come until I come back, okay?”
You sigh, pouting. “I’ll try, daddy.”
Bucky bites his lip before he kisses you properly. “You won’t try, you will do it for daddy, okay?”
You nod, staring at his chest. “Can I help you clean?”
“As much as I’d love that, if we go in the shower together, I don’t think I’ll leave.”
Damn it... now you have to wait for hours.
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Midas Touch | n romanoff
Summary: no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about.
Warnings: affair, cheating wife, forbidden love, small mention of physical abuse (a slap)
Pairings: maid!Natasha x wife!reader
wc: 7.1k 😬
Note: another AU? Why are we even surprised. But this idea fully goes to @katyaromanoffpetrova who does just fuel my need to write every AU possible. If you thought cowgirl Nat was hot… oh just you wait. Also the end got angsty, but you should learn to expect that with me now..
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Being up before the sun wasn’t anything Natasha wasn’t used to. Even before she got this job, mornings were her favourite. The way the world looked when it was kissed by the watery sun that rose above the rooftops hours before anyone was awake to see it was one of life’s hidden gems.
And one of the many perks of being a live-in maid to one of the richest men in the America was the views from every window in the staggering mansion. The west side of the house overlooked the bustling city below, which was beautiful at night. But Natasha’s favourite was the east wing that revealed rolling countryside and the perfect place to watch the sunrise over the distant hills.
Her maid duties never started this early, but she didn’t mind being awake. It gave her a sense of peace before the mania of the day began. She wasn’t the only maid in the Barnes residence, but her task was slightly different than everyone else’s. She was Y/n Barnes’ maid and that in itself came with a whole host of other challenges.
Seven am was when her ‘day’ started, for the lady of the house was not an early riser. She usually wouldn’t be seen out of bed until at least nine, but on the days James left for work early, she would always see him off from the front door. And wherever Y/n was, Natasha was never far behind, lurking in the background with her hands clasped in front.
Y/n’s laugh was the first thing Natasha heard of her boss, before she was even seen. Her voice oozed wealth and that laugh practically dripped honey and diamonds as it echoed through the high ceilings of the stairwell. With her arm draped over her husband’s bicep, Y/n lingered on the last step, teasingly trying to tower over James’ muscular frame as he shrugged his suit jacket on.
He muttered something in her ear and Natasha watched as Y/n’s neutral expression suddenly switched to a cunning smile and her fingers fumbled with the small tie holding her feathered robe closed. The front fell open, revealing her nightwear beneath it and it was not hard to see the way James’ eyes fell to his wife’s cleavage for a couple of seconds.
These small moments cemented why they were the nation’s favourite couple, and also why Vogue was so insistent on featuring them on the cover. They were still so lovesick yet utterly perfect in a way that didn’t happen by chance. This level of perfection was almost nauseating.
Y/n stepped down off the bottom stair and looked up at James through her lashes, playing the innocent game despite being anything but.
“Goodbye, my love. Try not to murder anyone today,” she husked in her husband’s ear, draping her arms around his neck with a lazy smile. James’ hand fell to the small of her back and he pulled her into him, kissing her lips hastily.
“No promises. Be good.” Y/n was on her tip toes but hardly felt the coolness of the stone floor on her bare feet. She leaned her face into Bucky’s palm that had risen up to cup her cheek. Soft fingers straightened out the lapels of his pristine suit jacket almost habitually.
“No promises,” she mimicked with a smirk, her eyes sparkling playful up at her husband who was transfixed by her sultry gaze. She was truly a siren, luring him in with a simple glance and a smile. Her power didn’t come from her social status; it came from her. The kind that couldn’t be earned or bought, no matter how much money you had.
With another lingering kiss, James pulled away and reached for the drawer of car keys and selected from the collection of sports cars most could only fantasise about. His dark grey McLaren Senna was today’s pick and he tossed the key in his palm like it wasn’t part of a car costing close to a million dollars. His wealth really was astonishing.
Y/n watched him disappear out of the heavy iron front doors and pulled her robe tighter around her body, concealing the simple navy blue silk slip dress that hung delicately from her shoulders. Her robe matched in colour, of course, and the feathers adorning the trim and cuffs swayed as she wandered into the vast kitchen.
She was the typical rich housewife, but it didn’t look tacky on her. She suited this life. Her wrists, neck and fingers might as well have been crafted to be decked out in priceless jewels, her body to wear only the finest garments. Even just the way she moved oozed grace and elegance subconsciously. A sight for sore eyes.
“Natasha,” she called, knowing the redhead was only a few steps behind her. “I’d like my breakfast on the balcony today please.”
“Yes ma’am,” Natasha replied with a small nod of her head.
“Oh, and don’t bother bringing any of that apricot jam you brought yesterday. I only want strawberry, darling. Only strawberry.” She swept back out of the room in a flash of blue and Natasha scurried down to the kitchen to inform the chef.
Now, if it was anyone else, that pet name probably would have sent them reeling. But Y/n was extremely fond of using those names, so it was basically second nature to Natasha.
The breakfast tray was laden with food and beverages as Natasha brought it out onto the balcony. Y/n was relaxing in a chair, still in her nightwear and robe as she scowled over the newspaper in her hand.
“You know, I do find these world affairs awfully boring.” Y/n didn’t bother looking up from her newspaper as Natasha appeared with the tray. She frowned at the column she was reading before folding it away on the table. “I don’t suppose you read that kind of thing anyway.”
Natasha carefully set the coffee pot down on the table. “I try to keep up with what’s going on in the world. But not as often as I’d like.”
“Do you read the paper?”
“No, Ma’am.”
Y/n hummed. “You can have this one if you want. I don’t care for it and James only complains about the headlines. You’d make much better use of it, honey.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I really appreciate it.”
“Natasha stop,” Y/n held her hand up, making Natasha freeze mid pour. “I’ve told you to call me Y/n. All this ‘ma’am is making me feel old!” Y/n sighed dramatically, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. “I’m not even thirty yet, don’t make me age faster.”
“I’m sorry, Ma-,” she faltered but caught herself quickly, “Y/n, it’s a force of habit.” It wasn’t so much of a habit than it just felt weird to say. This first name basis insinuated they were friends, not two people on drastically different pay grades.
“Well, luckily for you, habits were made to be broken.” There was a heavy intonation in her words, laced with hidden meaning but Natasha just busied herself with setting up the breakfast platter. Various fruits and pastries were laid out, despite Y/n always just picking at a few berries and a croissant. Natasha hung back near the french doors, admiring the scenery so she didn’t watch her boss as she ate.
Y/n slid her sunglasses back onto her nose and stood up to lean over the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing her open robe softly. “Did that package arrive yet? The one from the lingerie company?”
“Yes, it’s in your dressing room.”
“Perfect,” Y/n hummed, her eyes sparkling behind tinted lenses. “I’m going to go try it all on, I think. When you’ve taken the tray, join me, will you?”
Natasha faltered, trying not to look at the outline of her boss’s figure through the thin material of her robe. But with the sun shining through it, it was proving difficult to keep her eyes off the curve of her hips.
“Me?”
“Yes you, Natasha,” Y/n confirmed, smiling to herself. “Who else would I be talking to?”
“My apologises ma’am, I’ll take this right away.”
Y/n didn’t bother correcting Natasha that time, too busy gazing at the rolling landscape beneath her. She found comfort in nature, the way the breeze brushed over her skin and the sun kissed her cheeks making her melt slightly. It differed vastly from the heavy touch of James’ hands, ones she played through a heavy facade to enjoy.
Y/n’s dressing room was that of dreams, just like the rest of her house. But she barely noticed it anymore. Her gaze settled on a white box on the central dresser, smiling to herself. She enjoyed the luxuries of life, and that included lingerie too. She told everyone it was for James, but really it was for her.
She just wanted to feel good for herself.
But those damn feathered sleeves kept getting in the way, so she shrugged her robe off and let it pool on the floor around her feet. She barely noticed the cooler air on her exposed limbs, too busy pulling off the lid and moving the tissue paper aside to reveal the soft coloured lace and mesh, all pastel colours for spring.
Natasha rushed back upstairs as gracefully as she could, passing through the master bedroom to the dressing room at the end. The door was ajar so she knocked three times, as usual, before pushing it open. Her breathing faltered involuntarily.
Was it normal to have that kind of reaction after seeing her boss in nothing but a mini slip dress? There was so much skin and Natasha took a second to gather her thoughts before she announced her presence, keeping her eyes firmly away from the woman in front of her.
“Natasha I want your opinions on these, come here.” The redhead obeyed and joined her side, eyes widening at the items before her. “What do you think?”
This kind of underwear was probably worth Natasha’s entire salary and she was apprehensive to touch it. Her hands stayed by her sides but she tried look objectively, even if she could barely tell the difference between the sets.
“I like that one the best,” she murmured, pointing slightly to a soft pastel blue set. Y/n smiled and plucked it from the box, holding it in front of her.
“Me too, you’ve got good taste.” Y/n slipped one strap of her nightdress from her shoulder and Natasha immediately turned around, almost squeaking at the lack of warning. “You didn’t have to do that, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Except it was. Because this wasn’t just any woman’s body, it was her mistress’s and there was no way she would ever be able to erase the images burned in her mind.
“I’ll just,” she started, trying to fill the silence by picking up the discarded robe and hanging it on a hook to her right. She caught Y/n fiddling with the bra clasp on her back, the hooks not quite fitting together.
“I hate new clasps,” Y/n exclaimed through gritted teeth, the hooks slipping once again. “Natasha, would you-?”
‘Don’t look don’t look don’t look’ was all that ran through Natasha’s mind as she carefully fastened the bra. She ignored the way her fingertips brushed Y/n’s skin, this wasn’t the first time. She was her maid, for gods sake. But Y/n was usually adamant that she could get dressed by herself, so Natasha rarely found herself around her mistress in just her underwear.
With a muttered thank you, Y/n wandered over to the mirror, adjusting the way her boobs sat in the cups before admiring the set. It was perfect for spring, the baby blue mesh and complimenting white and yellow flowers sitting flush against her tanned skin. The way the material hugged her body rivalled that of a custom made piece and Y/n hummed, content with what she saw in the mirror.
“It looks- beautiful,” Natasha faltered, keeping her composure as best she could. “James will love it.”
Y/n chuckled in the mirror, her hair shaking across her back as she laughed. “You really believe I care what he thinks?”
Natasha’s brows creased. Was that not why Y/n had those underwear sets in the first place? The redhead was empathetic but she didn’t have a significant other, there was no time for that. So her judgement was skewed, and it showed.
“I thought-“
“That’s cute.”
Natasha stuttered. “I’m sorry?”
“You,” Y/n locked eyes with her in the mirror. “You’re cute. James doesn’t care about this kind of stuff, it’s all for me, darling.” She adjusted the strap of her bra and didn’t miss the way Natasha’s eyes followed her fingers. “And now you, I suppose?”
“No, I wasn’t-“
Y/n swivelled round, hands on her hips. “I’m teasing you, darling, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. Frown lines don’t look good on you.” She reached up and softly brushed her thumb between Natasha’s eyebrows, smoothing out the creases that had formed there. The redhead visibly freezed under her touch, the feeling lingering long after her fingers were removed.
“You’re a beautiful girl, Natasha. Who’s the lucky man in your life? Or lady?” Y/n’s eyes shifted, forgetting that she was still in her lingerie set. Natasha breathed out a laugh and darted her gaze to the floor, offering Y/n her robe again.
“I don’t have anyone,” she admitted, missing the look that crossed Y/n’s face. “I spend all my time here, I don’t need anyone.”
“Then I’m honoured to be the lucky lady. And lucky I am.” There was something so alluring about Natasha that Y/n had been hooked on since she laid eyes on her new maid a few months ago. Reserved at first, Natasha was exactly what Y/n needed after years of overbearing and intrusive maids. Natasha was a similar age and felt more like a friend than a maid.
With a confident air about her, Y/n tried on the rest of the lingerie, placing the ones she disliked back in the box with a sigh. Sticking with the blue theme, she slipped on a blue and white sundress, clasped a tennis bracelet around her wrist, slotted her sunglasses into her freshly combed hair and waltzed back onto the balcony. Natasha stayed behind, fumbling with the ribbon around the box before she handed it to the doorman who would organise the return.
The days when James was at work were usually slow and Natasha had some time for herself for a couple of hours whilst Y/n was occupied. Natasha took herself into the city in the late afternoon and ended up in the one store she had never set foot in before.
The lingerie store.
It was a privately owned boutique, of course it was, this neighbourhood didn’t do chain branches, and she quickly walked past the more provocative sets towards the tables at the back. A friendly store worker greeted her but Natasha just kept her head down, politely shaking it when asked if she wanted help.
She was out of her comfort zone, and painfully so, picking up a risky looking set before setting it down a little too quickly. A simple red lace bra caught her eye and she picked it up, only to glance at the price tag and lay it down gently. How could something like that cost so much? Natasha had seen heavier price tags than that of course, she spent her days around Y/n Barnes for god’s sake. But when shopping for herself, everything just seemed too expensive and far too lavish for a plain girl like her.
Natasha was anything but plain, yet she would never see it.
As she looked around the rest of the shop, her mind kept falling back to the red set. It was burned into her mind no matter how many other pieces she saw, and somehow Natasha found herself back at that table again, fingers fumbling over the delicate lace design.
She picked it up, a soft blushing rising to her cheeks at the thought of wearing something so… out there. But the phone in her pocket buzzed and she quickly grabbed it.
Mrs Barnes:
James has set up a date night. I need your help please :)
The red lace set was long forgotten, her mind shifting into work mode in an instant.
Just leaving now. I’ll be there.
When she returned, Natasha headed straight upstairs to find Y/n just leaving the bathroom. Her hair was still dripping and her skin damp, shining in the warm light of her dressing room.
Natasha got to work, drying and styling her hair almost on instinct, having done it so many times. Y/n thoroughly relaxed, adoring the way Natasha felt as she worked through her hair. She softly tugged her roots, but not enough to hurt. Just so it felt like a massage and her eyelids threatened to get heavy.
Date night outfits ranged from lavish to simple, and tonight was a simple night. A little black dress with a deceitful price tag was selected from the closet, a fan favourite of Y/n. She wriggled into the tight material, loving the way it hugged every part of her body as she pulled it up over her chest and slipped the thin straps over her shoulders.
“Where did you go today?” Y/n asked as Natasha zipped up the back of her dress, holding the fabric tight.
“Mostly just window shopping.”
At the mention of shopping, Y/n’s ears pricked up. She wasn’t just making conversation- she was invested. “Did you get anything nice?”
“Not really. Saw a couple of things but-“
“You know you can always take my card if you see something you like,” Y/n insisted, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress to straighten it out. “What store did you visit?”
“It wasn’t anything special.” Y/n shot her an unimpressed look over her shoulder. “I went to the lingerie boutique-“
“No you did not,” Y/n exclaimed, her jaw dropping in excitement as she turned around, clothes long forgotten. “And you didn’t get anything? Oh darling no, we are taking you back there tomorrow and getting you sorted out.”
Natasha moved over to the heels cupboard and selected a classic pair of black patent stilettos. She placed them in front of Y/n for her to slide her feet into, holding onto her hand for support.
“You’ve got that photoshoot tomorrow, so no, we won’t have time.”
Y/n paused, her dangling earring paused in mid air. “And you think they won’t reschedule if I ask them to?” Her brow raised in a ‘try me’ fashion.
“Y/n,” Natasha began to protest. “You don’t need to do that. It’s not like I need anything fancy like you anyway, it’s useless…” she trailed off, a pang in her chest triggering a wave of doubt to shudder down her body. “Vanity Faire won’t be too impressed if you cancel on them again.”
“If they want me, they’re going to have to work around it,” Y/n countered, silencing Natasha as she stalked over, slightly taller than the redhead thanks to her heels. “You are beautiful and you deserve to treat yourself like that. Everyone does, even James and he’s an asshole sometimes. So take this,” she reached into her bra and pulled out her black card, smirking at how Natasha’s brows shot up. “Take this and spoil yourself. I mean it, okay?”
“Thank you ma’am, I’m-“ Y/n almost plucked the card back out of her hand. “Y/n, thank you. You’re too kind to me.”
“Oh stop it, my ego is big enough already.”
The dressing room door flew open to reveal James, narrowed eyes as he stared at the proximity between the two women. Natasha took a couple of steps back but Y/n stayed put, clasping a bracelet around her wrist nonchalantly.
“Y/n, get out here,” he demanded, never one to speak any clearer than he had to. His wife rolled her eyes at Natasha but obeyed, sending her one final look over her shoulder before the door swung shut.
Now they were alone, James grabbed her wrist and shoved her against the wall, towering over her in the only way he knew how to display his power. The power he held over his wife, power that meant he could crush with a single fist if he wanted to.
“James,” Y/n grunted, wincing as his fingers dug into the tender flesh around her wrist. “What is wrong with you?”
“Flirting with the maids now, huh?” He growled, thick brows casting a shadow across his eyes menacingly. “I fire one, you move onto the next, is that how it is?”
“And what if I was?” Y/n baited, not flinching as his body trapped her between the wall and his torso. “Are you threatened? By that cute little thing in there?” She nodded her head in the direction of the dressing room where Natasha was before James gripped her jaw and pulled her face back to his.
“Don’t you dare.” But she did dare. She wasn’t sadistic, but the smile that curled the edge of her lips was downright crazy. But she knew how James was; they fought fire with fire, too stubborn to ever back down.
“Careful, James. Marks, remember?” His grip softened lightly. “Wouldn’t want the paps to spin a story now, would we?”
She saw how he wanted to retaliate, but also knew that she was right. He leaned closer before pulling away, huffing through his nose. “You’re so fucking lucky I love you,” he hissed before he let go of her jaw and allowed her to walk away. His job didn’t help his violent side but James had vowed since day one that he would never harm his wife. Y/n knew it too, and she pushed him to the very edge. Just daring him to.
“Weird way of showing it, but ok,” Y/n mumbled under her breath as she pushed the door closed and took a breath. Natasha averted her eyes, suddenly so busy with a hanger that had been placed backwards. Did she put it there on purpose? That’s not for anyone to know.
She’d seen the strained moments between the husband and wife but often kept her head down, not wanting to fall under James’ wrath. If she was invisible, it was better, but that was easier said than done with Natasha.
Y/n finished clasping her last few pieces of jewellery before accepting her fur shroud from Natasha. The redhead didn’t let on that she had heard every word said next door, but Y/n knew by the way she avoided eye contact that she had.
“You can have the night to yourself, darling,” Y/n winked, checking over her outfit in the mirror beside Natasha. “And you better buy yourself that set.” She gestured to the card in her maid’s pocket, insisting she used it. “I want proof that you did.”
“Thank you, really.”
Y/n blew an air kiss and disappeared to meet James, leaving Natasha once again alone. She felt the weight of the card in her pocket, seeming to grow heavier the more she thought about it. Y/n meant well, but could she really buy something like that with her mistress’ money?
Whilst Natasha debated with herself, Y/n had put on her ‘public’ face. The one that showed she was so madly in love with her husband, clinging onto his bicep as they moved from the car to the restaurant lobby. Paparazzi followed their every move, of course, and James’ bodyguard ushered the couple into the building as fast as he could.
Most celebrities hated the paps with a passion, but James loved them. He loved how much he manipulated them, and they snapped up pictures of the married couple like there was a drought. There was no doubt those pictures would be spattered across gossip sites by tomorrow morning, but that was only more free publicity for him. James Barnes never lost.
However, despite the perfect image they had carefully constructed, more often than not, date nights with James ended alone. He would excuse himself for a phone call just as the food arrived and Y/n could always see him in a private area of the balcony, phone pressed to his ear whilst his other hand pinched the bridge of his nose. Y/n picked at her food in silence, washing every mouthful down with a sip of wine. She ignored the stares and whispers and just played her role to perfection, often sending worried glances out to James.
Tonight she had struck up a harmless conversation with one of the waiters, a young man with a far too eager smile. But she tolerated him for company, politely laughing as he tried to crack an admittedly horrible joke. He was surprisingly good company for the thirty minutes her husband had disappeared for. Although it didn’t help with how sad her situation looked. Y/n was nothing if not flirty, it was in her nature. The way she crossed her legs and looked up through her lashes with a sultry stare had every man, and woman, hooked.
Her siren tendencies didn’t end with her husband, and the waiter hovering by her table was drinking up the attention. It was a big deal for him, one of the hottest women giving up her time to talk to him. He was far too young for her, but Y/n humoured his attempts at flirting, twisting her shoulders so he had a good view from where he was standing. There was a fine line between hot and just plain sleazy, but Y/n would never cross it. She was too good at toying with people.
After a while, James came storming back in, his eyes darkening not only from the outcome of his phone call but also after seeing his wife laughing over another man. His judgement was clouded by anger and he grabbed his jacket, not even bothering to take a bite of his now-cold food. Y/n jumped at his sudden movements but smiled sweetly, thanking the waiter who had stiffened.
“Let’s go,” James growled, throwing down a wad of cash as a tip before storming towards the elevator. Y/n took a moment to gather her things before scurrying after him, her red bottomed shoes clicking loudly against the pristine floor.
“Is everything ok?” She dared to ask once the doors had closed. James looked up briefly, eyed the security camera and clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck shifting too.
“I work with imbeciles,” he grunted, his hand undoing the top button of his shirt in one fluid motion. “How was the food?”
“It was good,” Y/n stated, slightly wishing she could have finished her glass of wine.
“Good? I pay all this money and that’s the best you can do?” Bad phone calls always sent him into this mood, but Y/n had been with him long enough to know how to tame the tiger.
She stepped in front of him and ran her hands up the front of his sculpted chest, brushing over the muscle and up towards his shoulders. “It would have been better if you were there,” she spoke lowly, her hand sliding up to brush the stubble on his jaw.
James slid his hands around her waist possessively, pulling her flush against him. Anyone could walk in, the elevator wasn’t private, but they wouldn’t dare say anything to James Barnes. No one who confronted him ever walked away unharmed.
“Yeah? Even though you had your new little boy toy?” Oh he was jealous and Y/n had to tense every muscle in her body so she didn’t laugh. “I saw you.”
“You really think he had anything on you?” She asked sweetly, playing him just the way she knew. “I was just bored, baby, I missed you.”
“Damn right. I hope that fuckboy knows you’re mine, and mine only.”
“I’m yours, James, I’m yours.”
She was James’, so why did her mind drift to Natasha for a fleeting moment as she said it?
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Y/n had dismissed Natasha for the night earlier than normal, letting her have the evening to herself before they went out. And she praised herself now, knowing James’ rage was just bottled up and sooner or later it would come out. She didn’t want her meek little redhead to have to see that.
And she was right. Whatever James had been feeling, he held it in until they were both nearly ready for bed. Y/n slid her rings off and placed them in the dish on her nightstand, each one clinking against the porcelain as she dropped it.
“What did you talk to him about?”
Y/n paused her movements for a second. “You’re still going on about that? I told you, it was just harmless conversation.”
“It didn’t look harmless, the way you were looking at him.”
Y/n was quite literally at the end of her tether with his accusations. “And how was that? How did I look at him?”
James rounded the bed, the single chain resting on his bare chest catching in the lamplight. “Like a slut.” His eye twitched, a sign he was pissed. “How do you think that looks for me? I step away for two seconds and my wife is whoring herself out to anyone she can find.”
“I find it laughable that you think you were away for two seconds,” she countered, stepping to the side to free herself from where he’d boxed her in. “May I remind you that I had finished my meal long before you even stepped foot back inside. He just came to talk to me and I engaged with the conversation, is that so bad?”
“Don’t use that tone with me,” James spat, his eyes following her figure as she paced around the room. “You shouldn’t-“
“Shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t talk? That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? A quiet little wife who only speaks when she’s spoken to and follows you around like a lost puppy.” James set his jaw, hands clenching by his sides. But Y/n carried on, spurred on by his accusations. “Well that’s not me James, and you know that!”
She paused and ran her fingers through her hair, exasperated. “How do you think it looks on you? You bring your wife out on a date but then can’t switch off from work for two minutes to actually enjoy your time with her! I’m saving your ass here, so be fucking grateful!”
That last sentence pushed him over the edge and James stormed over to her like a bull, backing her into a corner. “Grateful? Why should I be grateful? You’re a slut and-“
“Then treat me better and maybe I wouldn’t have to stray so far!”
James’ hand had connected with her cheek faster than either of them had time to process, his rings cutting into her skin painfully. They both froze. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, the sting of the slap blooming across her cheekbone. James was breathing hard, his hand still raised from the recoil.
An apology would come… wouldn’t it? It had to, he didn’t mean that. Y/n couldn’t move, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Her stomach lurched, just urging James to say something. Anything.
A whole host of scenarios of how the next few moments might play out raced through Y/n’s mind, but she didn’t foresee her husband walking out without a word, a button up shirt in his hand.
She watched the door click shut before she sank to the floor, legs buckling beneath her. She didn’t want to cry, he wasn’t worth that, yet the tears still fell, dripping down into the carpet that pressed into her knees. It wasn’t from the pain, but from how stupid she felt.
Why was she still pretending? She played off everything he said to her, claiming it didn’t hurt when in reality it cut deep like a knife. Beneath her defences, she just wanted someone to care and not just because she was pretty. She wanted the slow mornings, the affection that wasn’t just for show. The ‘hey how was your day’ that wasn’t just one sided. But Y/n had sacrificed all of that the day she married James, naive enough to think he’d warm up over time.
The house felt eerily quiet and the blanket of night settled across every room. Ignoring how the clock chimed two, Y/n hauled herself up off the floor and trudged down to the kitchen, barely noticing the icy floor on her bare feet.
The freezer must hold ice packs or something similar, anything to stop bruising and swelling that always leads to questions. Y/n didn’t even bother to check if anyone was around before she pulled the door open and rummaged around, falling upon a bag of frozen peas. Not ideal, but it would do.
Except for the hum of appliances, the kitchen was silent and shadows appeared as the dim fridge light cast a small pool around her. No one was here at this hour, so Y/n dropped her guard and slumped her shoulders, leaning against the side of the fridge with exhaustion.
But she wasn’t alone.
A certain redhead had frozen in place, her spoonful of ice cream hovering somewhere between the pint and her mouth. Natasha was a midnight snacker and her feasts were usually undisturbed, but the sound of footsteps had her retreating into a corner.
It was only when she saw that familiar curtain of hair did she emerge, slowly, as if approaching a small animal, to not scare her off.
“Y/n?” Natasha emerged from the shadows, spoon still in her hand. Y/n did a double take but kept her face turned away, forcing her guard up in a split second.
But it was too slow for Natasha. She saw the vulnerability
“What are you doing down here?”
“I came to get a snack,” she replied with as much conviction as a toddler. Green eyes fell to the bag of peas… interesting snack choice.
“Why didn’t you call for me? I would have come myself.”
“It’s the middle of the night, Natasha.”
“Which is exactly my point, why aren’t you asleep-“
Y/n suddenly emerged from the corner and allowed the fridge light to hit her cheek. Natasha recoiled with a gasp, blinking quickly to wake her brain up. Was she hallucinating or was that what she thought it was? Y/n’s eyes were heavy and looked at the floor, too ashamed to watch Natasha’s reaction
“Did he…?”
The lack of response that followed was louder than a thousand words and Natasha felt her blood boil. She would happily be put away for battery if it meant she could get her hands on James, but she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Abandoning her spoon on the metal table with a clatter, Natasha hurried over and prised the bag of vegetables from Y/n’s hand. She wrapped them in a towel and gently pressed them to her cheek, muttering an apology as her mistress winced.
“What happened?”
Y/n chewed her lip, still avoiding eye contact. “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Natasha nodded. “Ok,” she replied, respecting her wishes. You couldn’t push with Y/n, she had to come to you. “Here, sit up on there.” She helped Y/n hop onto the counter and her body instantly relaxed.
A comfortable silence fell between them both, somehow not affected by Y/n’s reluctance to talk. They never needed words, that’s what Y/n liked about Natasha so much. She was a comforting presence, and Y/n felt so at home around her.
With their faces so close, Y/n felt her chest warming at things she’d never noticed before. There were flecks of brown in Natasha’s clear green eyes, almost mirroring the freckles that danced faintly across her nose. The frown lines she had wiped away earlier were back and Y/n fought the urge to brush them away again.
After ten minutes, Natasha set the ice pack down on the side and helped Y/n down, the stone now digging into her butt uncomfortably. “Just let it rest for a bit before you ice it again. You don’t want to damage the skin.”
Y/n nodded, her face already numb. Their proximity was close but neither made an attempt to move. Natasha couldn’t keep her eyes off how red her cheek looked and Y/n desperately needed something to shut up the voices in her head.
Her eyes dropped down to Natasha’s lips, wanting to cry with how soft they looked. How gentle they’d feel on her skin, a stark contrast to the rough lips she was used to feeling dragging across her collarbones and neck. Natasha was soft and Y/n felt herself craving it.
“No, Y/n no.” Lost in her head, she’d failed to notice Natasha catching on, almost reading her mind. And as much as the redhead would love to reciprocate, it was inappropriate and not just because of her job.
Y/n leaned forwards, eyes glossy. “Please, Natasha-“
“You’re hurting, I won’t-“ Natasha shook her head, taking Y/n’s trembling hand in her own. She could make a pretty educated guess as to what had happened and did not want to be a part of Y/n’s inevitable. She pushed her own feelings down, stuffing them in a box and cramming the lid on tight.
But Y/n never made her life easy. She gripped Natasha’s hand, pulling it into her. “Please?”
“No, we can’t, you know that. And you’re my boss, Y/n-“
“Nat, I- I want you. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
The redhead faltered, watching the way her mistress’s chest heaved. Her head screamed at her to stop; it was so wrong. She couldn’t avoid the way her cheek burned red in the dim light, a stark contrast to the rest of her pale face. Never had she seen this much vulnerability in the woman who was full of wit and confidence.
The strength she was so used to seeing had completely disappeared and Y/n peered at her with tears on her waterline, her facade crumbling away with every second that ticked by.
Those seconds felt like an eternity before Natasha slowly reached her hand up.
But it was too soon.
Y/n flinched away, a tear escaping as she let out a whimper. Natasha quickly retreated her hand and let the woman before her turn back, not wanting to push her in any way.
“You’re safe,” Natasha whispered. Y/n’s eyes searched hers, trying to find any sign of a lie. But she came up empty. With a trembling hand, she reached for Natasha’s palm and allowed it to cup her other cheek. The touch was soft, warm, and everything she wasn’t used to. Even on instinct, Y/n couldn’t help but lean into it, eyelids fluttering closed for a split second before she forced them open.
“I’ve got you.”
Y/n glanced at Natasha’s lips and back up to her eyes. She needed to feel that warmth, she needed to kiss lips that didn’t curse her all day long.
“Natasha…”
The redhead couldn’t stop herself anymore and let Y/n lean forwards, connecting their lips in the most gentle kiss. Y/n tasted the sweet dessert on her lips as they moved against each other slowly, the hand on her cheek moving around to the back of her neck to hold her in place.
“Did you have ice cream?” Y/n mumbled against her lips, goosebumps lighting up her skin at Natasha’s touch.
“Maybe.”
The kiss wasn’t anything frantic or passionate, it couldn’t be. It was so featherlight that their lips barely touched, but the way Natasha’s blood felt like it was on fire was enough to convince her that they did touch. She let Y/n lead, moving their lips in tandem and fiddling with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck.
Y/n pulled away, a soft smile on her slightly swollen lips setting Natasha’s heart a flutter. The ache in her cheek was hardly noticeable in that moment; she was too fixated on the redhead in front of her.
She leaned in again, chasing that high she wasn’t ready to come down from yet. But Natasha gently pushed her back, shaking her head softly.
“Y/n, we can’t. We shouldn’t be doing this, you know that.” Y/n’s coping mechanisms were unhealthy to say the least, and as much as it pained her, Natasha couldn’t support that. Clarity had hit her like a ton of bricks and guilt settled in the bottom of her stomach, leaving a nasty taste in her mouth.
What were they doing?
Natasha’s heart shattered as she watched Y/n retreat into herself, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth slightly. Her eyes were glossy but the tears refused to spill over. Every muscle in her body was rigid, almost as if she was scared that if she moved, the dam would break and everything would come flooding out. Y/n may be good at a lot of things, but emotional confrontation was not one of those things.
“I know, I’m sorry.” She lingered for a moment, just willing Natasha to speak, to take back her words. Maybe if she closed her eyes, those lips would be on hers again. Their Midas touch, concealing the ache in her heart for a few fleeting moments was all she wanted.
But when Natasha stayed silent, Y/n turned and left, leaving the makeshift ice pack abandoned on the side. She couldn’t stay and let herself fall apart anymore. Her heart had broken twice that night, but why did it hurt so much worse now? Why did Natasha, her maid, have a stronger grip on it than her husband?
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Black card
Mafia!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader
warnings-none
When Bucky finds out you finally used the card he gave you he was confused why you only spend 15 dollars with it.
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The elevator pent house doors open as you walk in stretching from the day. You kick off your shoes and remove your jacket.
Your house keeper Mrs. Rowe scurries up to you taking your jacket.
“How was you day?” She asks.
“Uh good I think. I went out to each with Nat you totally should’ve come!” You exclaim. She smiles and nods knowing that’s not where she’d want to be.
“Is James home?” You ask she nods
“Working in his study.” She replies you nod and walk off the direction of your husbands home office.
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You knock lightly on the door before hearing him tell you to come in. He looks up to you. He’s there with two other men.
“O-oh I’m sorry I’ll just…” you trail off about to close the door again.
“No no doll.” He signals for you to come to him which you obey and walk to him he leans back against his desk wrapping his arm around your waist giving your forehead a kiss before he turns his attention back to the men.
“If it happens again fucking tell me.” He says finishing telling them off.
“Yes sir.” They say in unison before Bucky waves them off and they rush out of the room leaving you two alone.
“How was your day?” He asks. You nod
“After the meeting I meet up with nat. Yours?” You ask. He places his other hand on your waist and sits back against his desk pulling you into him.
“There was a problem with site work but other than that…boring until you got home.” He says kissing your jaw making you giggle.
“I wanted to talk to you about something though.” He pulls back from you looking up. You bite your bottom lip a bite nervous that you were in trouble. Not that it would be a problem just later on he’d fuck the disobedience out of you.
“You spent 15 dollars with the card I gave you.” He says.
“Y-yes…I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked I-“ you ramble but he cuts you off.
“What are you talking about?” He frowns confused.
“I-I should’ve asked to use it…” you reply.
“Baby..” he chuckles shaking his head. “No? what? Ask?” He scoffs standing up.
“I was gonna ask why only 15? I gave you that card to spoil yourself when I’m not around. To pay things off, and treat friends. There’s millions of dollars in that account for you. And you’ve just now chosen to spend 15 dollars I’d rather you spend more.” He says brushing his thumb against you cheek.
“I’ll spend 20 next time.” You retort. He chuckles.
“20k please. Or I’ll do it for you.” He retorts.
You nod your phone dings in you back pocket you reach around to grab it seeing a text from nat asking if you wanted to go shopping tomorrow since it’s your day off. You text her back telling that the whole day will be on you. You click it off and put it back in your pocket. A smile forms on Bucky’a face since he read the text.
“Good girl.”
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Entitled rich people
Summary: Your boyfriend and his family are the worst.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader
Warning: snobbish rich people, cocky Bucky, running away with a stranger trope, a break-up
Your boyfriend and his family are the worst. Entitled rich people at their best.
One moment they greet you sweetly, and the next they ask about your father’s business, and if the rumors are true.
To hell with rumors. Your father’s business was in trouble for a while, but he’s a smart and eloquent man.
He mastered the challenge and saved his company. But this doesn’t matter to people like Linda Drysdale.
If she finds a weak spot, she’ll hit you hard, and without mercy.
“Oh, it’s so sweet of you to visit us with Ransom while your father’s business is in trouble. I thought you’d prefer helping your father,” Linda coos, her eyes set on you next to your boyfriend.
“Business is fine,” you are your mother’s daughter, and never back down. Especially not in front of Linda Drysdale. “Sometimes the sea gets a little rougher, you know.” You flash her a perfect faked smile. “Luckily my father is a very good sailor and knows how to run his business. Unlike other people.”
You dip your head to glance at Joni and her daughter. Two perfect examples of people who know how to live off the money of someone else. In their case, Harlan Thrombey. The only bearable member of this fucked up family.
“Sure, sure,” she waves your words off as if you are only an insect to her she can squish with her boot. “Your father knows best.” Linda sneers. “I hope he can save his business.”
“I think he already did.” You dip your head to look the man’s way. “Or so I heard. It was all over the news. Something about a fusion, and Miracle Inc. doing better than before.”
“Who asked you?” Linda’s nostrils flare, and she glares at the man daring to talk without her allowance. “I hired you for the garden, not to interrupt my conversation. People these days.”
“Right, people these days,” the cocky man mirrors her attitude. You chuckle. This guy doesn’t bow in front of Linda Thrombey, and it’s refreshing. “And you didn’t hire me for the garden.”
He steps closer, giving you a once-over while passing you by. He’s wearing black jeans, a matching black leather jacket and black boots. He looks like a bad boy, but his soft blue eyes tell you there is so much you don’t know about him…yet.
You glance in his way, waiting for him to say more. His voice is deep and rough. Something you like about a man.
“What? Of course, I hired you to take care of the garden. I remember our conversation,” she argues, but the stranger won’t have it.
“Lady, you didn’t hire me,” he points his index finger at her. “Your son,” the stranger now jerks his head toward Ransom standing next to you. Your boyfriend stiffens, and he shifts from one foot to the other, “came to my store, bought a bike, and never paid for it. I’m here to get either my money or the bike back.”
“You bought a bike like some vulture?” A gasp escapes Linda’s mouth. She stares at her son, shell-shocked at the news. “Y/N! Why didn’t you stop him? I knew you were trouble when Ransom brought you here for the first time. Before he met you, Ransom would’ve never done such a thing.”
“I’m not his mommy,” you huff, frustrated. “I have better things to do than watching your son’s every step. Unlike him, I got a job.”
“Because your daddy is bankrupt,” Ransom huffs, and pouts. He glares down at you, making sure you know your relationship just ended.
“No. Because my parents raised me right. They gave me roots, but freedom. I work because I want to make my own money, and not live off my trust fund. Which,” you grit your teeth, “by the way is way bigger than yours.”
“Back to the bike,” the stranger interrupts your break-up scene with Ransom. “Money, or my bike. Now!”
“I’ll call the cops. This is a home invasion,” Linda points at the stranger. “You better leave my house.”
“You better teach your son how to pay for the shit he buys,” the man grins. “Don’t you worry. I know where he parked my bike. The pretty boy fell off the bike the first time he tried to get on it.” The man chuckles now.
“I want you to leave. Now.” Linda repeats. “Or I’ll call the cops.”
“Do it,” the man says. “We will see if you get away with stealing my bike.” He crosses his arms over his chest and quirks a brow. “I bet all your nice little friends would love to hear that your son is a thief.”
“No one will believe the likes of you,” she sneers and looks him up and down. “I’ll call my lawyer.”
“How about you call your lawyer, and I'll call mine,” he smirks. “If you want the public to know the Thrombey’s cannot pay their bills any longer.”
You sigh deeply. “As much as I enjoyed this get-together, I’ll go home now. Ransom, lose my number.” The stranger looks at you when you throw Ransom an angry look. “Never call me again. I’m tired of being your arm candy, and to bear your family.”
“If you need a ride, I can help you out.” The man jerks his head toward the door. “It’d be my pleasure to offer my help to a lady in need.”
“Y/N,” you take his offered hand.
“James,” he says, eyes dropping to your hand in his. “You can call me Bucky, though.”
Bucky promised to drive you home, but he had to stop at this bike shop first. One of his partners called him on his way out of Harlan’s house.
“Y/N, this is Steve,” Bucky points at his friend. “He’s my partner and best friend.”
“Hey, what about me? I got the bike back!” Another man holds out his hand. “Name’s Brock, sweetness.”
“I hope you got it back in one piece,” Bucky jokes. “And no flirting with the lady.” He suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulders. “This one is mine…”
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following the theory that loki intentionally banded the avengers together so he could sicc them on thanos later, after he took the throne in T:TDW, i think he'd be so angry at the events of civil war like:
loki as odin: hello heimdall, how do earth's mightiest heroes fare as of late?
heimdall: they have disagreed on many subjects and split up two days ago
loki:
heimdall:
loki: they haVE WHAT?
cue loki coming down to earth and bonking everyone's heads together until they all get along again
stark: how the heck are you alive???
loki: skills. listen here, i did not pour my blood, sweat and tears to form this team for you idiots to throw all my hard work out the window!
loki, grabbing rhodes and stark by the wrists: now, we are going to get your little friends out of prison, understood?
like an exasperated kindergarten teacher, y'know?
Loki, hitting Steve over the head with a newspaper: he's your friend, of course he's upset you lied to him about something like this
Tony: hah!
Loki, giving Tony a death glare: did you have to fight each other about it
#Loki should lecture them on morals good sportsmanship lying loyalty and self sabotage#Loki @ Scott like 'and what are you here for??'#and Scott is like awh he doesn't know me. uncool.#Loki: I just don't see why you're risking your right to see your daughter over some skirmish you have no business with#Scott: uhm#Loki: do you WANT to update your criminal record bc there are better ways to do it.#Scott: -__-#Loki: ways that don't involve parasocial relationships and blind loyalty to some national icon you had never ?? met in person before????#Scott: I just wanted to be included#Loki: eat the rich when it doesn't involve damage to public resources next time#Bucky: hi#Loki: i have no notes#Peter: 0-0#Loki turning back to Tony: and the CHILD--
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DISCLAIMER
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PEACHES [completed]
dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
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TRILOGY [completed]
fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader
─ in which reader and bucky are fuck buddies until they catch feelings and ruin everything.
APPOINTMENTS [completed]
tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
─ in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.
HOLY GROUND [on going]
rich!bucky barnes x reader
─ in which they meet one summer, fall in love on the second summer and decide to give this relationship a go on their last summer.
WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER [completed]
farmer!bucky barnes x reader
─ in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY [completed]
dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader
─ in which your neighbor reveals himself to you and comes with a couple more surprises than you expected.
─ ONE-SHOTS
─ HEADCANONS/BLURBS
─ KINKTOBER
─ CHUBBY!BUCKY
─ SUCKTEMBER
MASTERLIST VOL. II
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#bucky x you#masterlist#fuckyboy!bucky barnes#tfatws!bucky barnes#dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes#chubby!bucky barnes#bucky barnes kinktober#rich!bucky barnes#farmer!bucky barnes#dilf!bucky barnes#neighbor!bucky barnes#pornstar!bucky barnes
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I don't know if this is a seattle thing (I don't remember seeing many/any in LA) but I have been to multiple coffee shop + motorcycle shop combos and every time all I can think is........the AU potentials....
#I'm not even a coffee shop au person really!#but this just feels like a rich area to explore lol#lbr my first thought was: stucky AU#steve has the coffee shop bucky has the bike shop but they share a space#anyway two kick coffee has great lavender lemonade#so shout out to them#but is this a thing in other places!?!?
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Art Credit to Richard Bernatovech
#Captain America#Captain Carter#Falcon#Winter Soldier#Steve Rogers#Sam Wilson#Peggy Carter#Bucky Barnes#Rich Bernatovech
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#winterbaron#bucky barnes#helmut zemo#tfatws#is bucky dressed as a normal man? lol#zemo as a rich asshole#the winter soldier#sebastian stan#daniel bruhl#bucky x zemo#fleshtony
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I'm conjuring up a new lil guy...
#sham's art#shamsbabs#billy#my workshopped name for him so far is billiam von badgerton iii#and his whole plotline for how he ended up on nulla terra is that he can't drive and beached his yacht#i have an idea for his colors too but alas this was as far as i got for now lol#he's rich and pompous and lost the operations manual so he needs bucky's help to find it#where's his staff? who even knows tbh maybe they were eaten or something#anyway i saw some lovely ocs and felt inspired to make one of my own so hope y'all enjoy#shipwrecked 64#broadside beach#sw64 oc#shipwrecked 64 oc#digital doodles
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The Things We Do For Love - Stucky, Explicit, Mobster!Bucky & Oblivious!Househusband!Steve
Gift for @buckyismybicycle for the @starspangledsecretsanta
For the @cabottombingo square C3 'Sex toy' and the @steverogersbingo square B4 'Crime/Mafia.'
Summary: It’s Christmas and Steve is struggling with the holiday season in the rich neighborhood where he's moved in with his husband and their adopted teenagers, Wanda and Pietro.
Steve is a stay-at-home dad who gets easily overwhelmed by the expectations of their uptight neighbors. His husband, Bucky, is in import-export and is rarely home. But when he is, their life is heaven.
AKA the one where Steve is married to a mobster and everyone knows this except for Steve.
#stucky#stucky fic#stucky smut#mobster bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes#pre serum steve#mafia au#domesticity#dom bucky barnes#sub steve rogers#top bucky barnes#bottom steve rogers#beefy bucky#duchess writes#double life au#domestic fluff#rich bucky barnes#no powers au#mcu stucky#stucky fic rec
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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.”
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfic#boss!bucky barnes#boss!bucky#ceo!bucky barnes#ceo!bucky#rich!bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader smut#sebastian stan#marvel#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction
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I’ve been a very busy bee 😜😜
#chris evans x reader#rich mans world#chris evans x you#chris evans fandom#chris evans fan fiction#chris evans imagines#chris evans au#chris evans one shots#chris evans one shot#chris evans fanfic#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans story#Chris evans ghosted#ghosted#mafia!au#mafia!bucky#mafia chris evans
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if I was part of the mcu (pt. 30) (Christmas special! 1-?)
twas the day before Christmas and all through the house, Cat was making everyone help out...
Me: cookie decorating!! Speed edition (or whatever you want it to be) GO
Sam ended up making one of the angle cookie cut outs into a red wing cookie somehow
Wanda and Natasha took things seriously and made normal-ish cookies:)
Tony, naturally, just consisted of making iron man themed cookies
Peter/spidy, who was there, made normal ones and spider man ones
Bucky didn't want to be there but I made him anyway because he dosent have a choice so he just made plane ones (dip the face of a cookie in a single icing colour and call it good) but by the end he did add sprinkles to some of them
Yelena and I were making chaos (biblically accurate angles, far too many sprinkles, random colors with no design in particular also she made a white Widow cookie, because of course)
Morgan (Tony's little kid) did pretty much the same thing, just random colours and child innocence. (She accidentally spilled one of the sprinkle things but then everyone just used the pile of sprinkles instead like it was nothing)
Pepper was trying to make sure nothing terrible happened throughout and was right next to Morgan the whole time to help her out
Steve also took things seriously and just made normal looking ones as well as an attempt at making a cookie of his shield.
Clint was having fun and also brought his family over so Laura was trying to help Pepper make sure nothing went off the rails
Thor tried his best to make viking and asguard themed ones, and they actually ended up looking ok
Bruce was very very much trying to make his cookies look perfect and Tony kept purposely messing with him so he would just have fun and not worry about it.
What Christmas fun should I make do with the team and friends next!:D
#christmas time#With the avengers!#christmas special#It was really fun actually#Tony hosted it because rich and we just used to avengers compound#Ant Man couldn't come:(#Carol was 'busy' too unfortunately#And I think Bucky was secretly having fun#Alpine and Nat's kitty were getting along so that was really cute#What next?#Christmas tree decorating?#Decorating?#Snowball wars?#I mean playing outside#Cough cough#nudge nudge#funny#random#if i was part of the mcu#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect quotes#if i was in the mcu#me in the mcu
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It’s time for my annual recommendation of this fan fic where Cap confronts Jeff Bezos 😂
Jeff Bezos and the True Meaning of Christmas, by Lies_Unfurl
“Wait.” Steve grabs his shoulder. “There are billionaires who don’t pay their taxes?”
Tony blinks. “Uh, yeah. 'Bezos' ring a bell?”
#captain america#steve rogers#stucky#the avengers#christmas#jeff bezos#fan fiction#ao3 fanfic#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#eat the rich#eat the fucking rich#the winter soldier#a christmas carol
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕
summary ─ an eye contact. dogs. sunset. cool drink offer. comfy bed.
pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, light dirty talk, pet names, kissing, making out, semi-public sex, summer fling, attraction at first sight (pun intended), slightly grumpy!bucky, and slightly sunshine!reader, bucky’s huge (a reminder), protected sex, bucky is a softie alright
a/n ─ hello!! i’m back with a new series (watch me abandon it lmao). i don’t have any memories of writing this so pls excuse all the mistakes. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333
The sun was burning his skin for the past two hours as he laid beneath it, on the hot sand with only a thin towel separating them. His hair was down, fanned out on the small pillow he made out of his t-shirts. He had his sunglasses on a couple hours ago, but he ditched in order to get a proper tan on his face. His skin smelled vaguely of sunscreen, salty ocean water and something so unique to him. His muscled, long and thick legs were extended in front of him, his shorts coming down to only two fingers above his knees.
He felt peaceful laying under the sun like that.
The soft sounds of waves, the half-blocked sounds of children laughing and talking loudly around him, the sand crunching under the feet of people walking on it, the smell of the ocean… James really felt peaceful, and it wasn’t a common feeling he had.
His life was very stressful and busy. It wasn’t every time he got the chance to lay down and relax and enjoy the weather, or simply a down time. His life was filled with paperwork, meetings, calculating numbers, phone calls and a repeat of that every day. It was tiring after a while. It became more tiring ever since he accepted the fact that he was getting old. He wasn’t old old, but he wasn’t twenty or thirty anymore. The brain and energy he thought once was limitless, now got tired and fed up with people and life easily.
A month-long summer vacations were something that he did for the past five years, and it helped him a lot. Taking a month to rest, to listen to himself and just do nothing were good to him. At least, it helped him to go back to work with a relaxed mind and tanned body that lasted five or six months.
James sighed and wiggled on the towel. He changed positions and went from laying on his back to his front. He heard his phone chime softly right before he closed his eyes again and grabbed it from where he stashed in the t-shirts to protect it from the direct sunlight. He squinted to see the screen.
natashenka
how is vacay going???
you’re p quiet
at least let me know if ur dead so that
i can play with your will and make myself
your heir
James chuckled when he read the messages. Pulling his upper body up, he rested on his elbows and wrote a reply.
me
it’s already yours and you know that
no need to fuck up my will
i’m doing good
sunbathing and sleeping a lot
oh and eating
i think i gained weight since coming here
He sent what he wrote and checked his other notifications, briefly taking a look at his e-mail box which was filled with hundreds of mails. Sighing, he quickly closed the e-mail app and switched back to his conversation with Natasha.
natashenka
i’ll help you get back into shape
good for you btw
you needed the rest
James smiled. She was right, he needed it. The clients got bitchy and demanding recently, and James was this close to snap at someone and punch the other. So, Natasha sent him on a vacation. He blinked and refocused on the conversation when the phone vibrated in his hand.
natashenka
have u found someone yet??
live the summer vacay thing to a t barnes
He snorted softly. His fingers moved over the keyboard on the screen.
me
nope
i’m relaxing and taking some time
for myself
He saw the ellipses and waited for her to write her answer.
natashenka
c’mon
dude
my man
bITCH
if you come back without getting laid
i’m chopping your dick off as my
winter wood to burn on my fire place
James laughed, muffling the loud noise into the t-shirt-pillow and shook his head. Knowing Natasha, he knew she would. Well, she would attempt, at least.
me
chill woman
it’s my first week
still have three to go
more if i want
i’ll get laid when i wanna
She sent him an eye-roll, knife and devil face emoji, and James grinned at the phone. Locking his phone, he grunted as he moved into a sitting position. He grabbed his wallet and sunglasses and stood up. He was burning, his skin felt too warm, and he needed a cold drink to cool him down. James slipped his feet into his flip-flops and grabbed his hair tie, putting his long hair into a small bun and letting his nape breathe. He sighed.
Making his way towards the small bar on the beach, walking on the hot sand, he sighed once again when he was under the cool shadow of the bar. He walked up to the stools and perched on top of one.
“Hello, what can I get you?” The bartender asked him. James asked for a cold water first which appeared in front of him in a second. He gulped the half of it down, feeling the coldness of it spreading through his throat to his chest. He let out a satisfied sound. The guy by the bar chuckled. “Good, huh?” He said with a smile. James nodded.
“I cooked nicely under the sun,” he grumbled. The guy laughed. “Can I get a… Bud and a medium plate french fries?” The guy nodded and told the order to the small kitchen he had at the back of the bar, moving to get James his beer.
Until his order came, James decided to go through his e-mails. It was the same shit: Never-satisfied customers, demanding partners, ads… Frowning, James exited the app and opened the groupchat he had with his friends. He snapped a photo of himself and sent it.
me
wassup
He received a middle finger emoji from Sam, first, and then Steve joined him. He grinned. Natasha sent him a heart and a middle finger emoji. Then, he received a photo of them together. They were still at work, cubicles were half-filled. Natasha was wearing her casual white shirt and black, wide-leg pants with heels. Her hair was perfect as usual. Steve and Sam were leaning into each other with sleepy and tired expressions. Thor was grinning from ear to ear, way too energetic for someone who had been working for well over six hours.
natashenka
ignore thor
he’s not one of us
thor
i feel happy today, natalia
can’t i feel happy?
steeb
no, not when we are dying and
bucko is enjoying the sea
sam
^ what he said
James chuckled and shook his head. They were idiots.
me
y’all are idiots
i invited you all but you refused
not my fault
Natasha sent another middle finger emoji.
natashenka
who’s supposed to look after the company
if we were to come with you
dumbass
me
maria? carol? bruce?
there are many people you can
leave your place temporarily
lol
He waited for an answer for either of them, knowing that he got them. His fries came while he was still waiting for an answer, and he thanked the guy. Dipping a fry into ketchup, he popped it into his mouth and put his phone down to dig in. He took a big sip from his beer when he wolfed down half of his fries. He wiped his fingers on the napkin and picked his phone up.
me
so are you coming?
should i call my pilot and
tell him to bring you here in two hours?
He wasn’t going to lie, he would love to have his friends with him right now, because he could use a familiar face around him. James knew he needed to make new friends, meet someone new and maybe get laid like Natasha said. He felt shy, for some reason.
steeb
you know what.
yeah. tell your pilot
i wanna fly over where you are on a
private jet and enjoy the sun
coulson can deal with these motherfuckers
better than i can
sam
^ exactly what he said but it’s maria for me
natashenka
fine. call jarvis and tell him
but pls have him pick us up
in the morning pls i beg
i need to pack, and i want food
shower and sleep in that order
James smiled softly. It was going to be good to have them with him, he knew that. He pulled up Jarvis’ contacts and shoot him a text, telling him that he needed to get the jet ready for tomorrow morning and to pick up his friends, bringing him where he was. Jarvis responded immediately with a ‘of course, sir’.
me
done.
see you ugly mfs tomorrow
The response he got was rows of hearts. He shook his head and took a sip from his beer, finishing it with the last of his fries.
“Want another one?” The bartender asked, his finger pointing at the beer bottle. James shook his head.
“Nah,” he said. “I have water. I don’t wanna get stupid.” The guy nodded. James left some money on the counter and saluted him. He stood up, grabbing his water, and put his sunglasses on his pocket.
Just as he turned around to go back to where his towel laid on, his blue eyes caught a movement on his right.
You had a white, semi-see-through dress/kimono on you, hiding your body. Your face was shining with a bright smile while you were listening to what your friend was telling you. One of your hands was petting the dog that James saw around the beach. The dog’s tail was wagging madly as he enjoyed the pets he was getting. Your eyes were shining so happily and beautifully that James had to blink.
Before he could turn his head, your eyes found his, and you looked at each other for a solid minute. Then, you smiled at him, sending one of those bright smiles on his way. James scowled slightly before sending a half-smile of his own on your way. You ducked your head briefly, and James took that as his cue to go back. He downed his water and let his feet carry him toward where his towel was.
He knew he acted rude with that smiling thing, but it had been a long time since he flirted with someone let alone someone making the first move. He was aware that he had to let the past go at some point, but after not being paid attention to for a long time, it felt weird to be looked that way.
“You’re making it something way too bigger than it really is, man,” he grumbled to himself and took his flip-flops off. He put his phone and wallet in his bag, putting his sunglasses next to his made-shift pillow, and pulled the hair tie off. Walking on the scorching sand, he walked towards the cool looking water and dove right in as soon as the water reached to his hips.
His burning skin thanked him as the cold water engulfed it from head to toe. James sighed deeply at the cooling sensation when he surfaced, taking deep breaths afterwards to stop himself panting in the water. He swam back and forth idly. His feet paddling, arms dipping in and out of water, James enjoyed the sea. It was cool, clean and pale blue. When he looked down, he could see his feet clearly, moving slowly in the water, disturbing the white sand under him slightly.
With a soft smile, he leaned back and let himself float on the water, eyes closed as the sun shone down on him.
James meant it when he said that he had been sleeping a lot. His body wasn’t as young as it used to be; it got tired and sore easily now, and this vacation was really helping him to relax and catch up on the sleep he skipped out while he was in New York. He was going to turn forty-six next year, and his body and mind were screaming at him to just… slow down a little. That was what he was going to do when he went back home.
He was actually thinking about talking with his brother who was twenty-three and was working at his company ever since he graduated. He wanted to start training him to take over his place in the next five, maybe ten, years. He was going to talk to him about that first, though. He didn’t have any plans to force the CEO role to him when he didn’t want to rule anything. It would just mean unhappy life and unsuccessful business both for him and the company. His father did the same with James, and it was only a tradition, now, for him to do the same.
James filled his lungs with the sea smell and cracked his eyes open. Turning over where he was floating on the water, he realized he was way too away from the shore. Taking a deep breath, he dove under, swimming slowly and enjoying the beauty of the underwater. It was way more peaceful than the upside, but James had always loved diving.
When he surfaced once again, he came face-to-face with you. You were only a couple feet away from him, smiling still and looking gorgeous under the sun and half-wet.
“For a second I thought you were going to float away,” you joked softly. James’ mouth curled up and a soft chuckle slipped out from him. You beamed. “You looked peaceful, though. Otherwise, I would have sent a searching party for the floating man.” This time, he snorted. Squinting, he sent you an amused smile.
“Well, I thought I could cut back on ticket money by floating back home,” he responded, the answer and flirty tone coming back to him too easy. You chuckled. “Didn’t thin about the sharks and all, though,” he added. Both of you grinned. You extended your hand, introducing yourself by telling him your name. James grasped your hand into his, liking the softness of it.
“James,” he said. You shook it before you dropped his hand. James bit his lip. “Wanna swim together?” He offered. “There is a beautiful hidden place,” he started and pointed the where it was. “That way.” You looked at where he was pointing and then, back at him.
“Sure,” you agreed. “About time I discovered places around here, anyway,” you added and smiled at him again. James’ stomach fluttered happily. He forgot how good it felt to flirt and get to know someone.
“Alright, follow me,” he said and started swimming slowly, you swimming close to him.
You and James swam to the place he talked about and chatted all the way there. He helped you climbing up the rocks in the water, and then some other rocks on the shore to get you to a place where you could see the summer setting easily. The sky had turned vibrant orange, water looked darker, but it was still beautiful.
You learned that he was going to be here for another three weeks and that his friends would be joining him tomorrow. James told you that he had been enjoying his free time by catching up on movies, books, sleep and carbs. You chuckled at his carbs comment. You told him that you were here with your friends and were going to be around for another two weeks because you just came here and you wanted to enjoy it. You added that it wasn’t very often that you went on a vacation, so you were going to make the best of it.
“That’s the spirit,” James said, making you laugh gently. “We gotta treat ourselves sometimes. Cutting back on me-time almost every time is not good. You crash very hard after a while.” His words made you frown lightly. It sounded like he had experience on it.
“It happened to you,” you told him, it wasn’t a question. James nodded. You let out soft sound.
“Put me out of work for a month or so,” he murmured. “Couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t eat… Everything was too much work, you know?” You nodded. Yes, you knew. “I didn’t want to be in that mood or place ever again, so I try to go on a vacation for a month if I can every year.” You knocked your shoulder gently against his.
“Good for you,” you told him. James smiled at you. He was surprised that how easy it was to talk to you about things that he took too long to admit to his friends. He liked how it felt.
Neither of you said anything and just watched as the sun set slowly: First dying the sky to a darker orange, yellows dimming, and then leaving its spot to cool blue before it was the moon time to smile down at the people. It was a comfortable silence, what you had. There was no need to fill the silence with noise, no need to talk or anything. Both of you craved peace, and the place James brought you and the beautiful sky were providing you both what you needed exactly.
“Shall we go back?” James asked after some time. “I don’t want you friends to think that I kidnaped you.” You chuckled. Your friends would think that, but you weren’t going to tell James that, of course. You nodded.
“Sure,” you said. James nodded as well and helped you climb down the rocks. You gasped softly as you jumped into the water, cooler than it was while the sun was still up. James smirked.
“It’s my favorite time to swim,” he confessed. “When the water is cooler and cleaner. The sun isn’t up and burning me, so I can enjoy the water without getting sick after because of heat.” You hummed. You swam next to him, and both of you made your way to the shore slowly. Your body got used to the cool water quickly, and soon it became really enjoyable. It must have shown on your face, James chuckled. “It’s your favorite time to swim, too, now,” he said when he noticed you giving him questioning looks.
You sighed dramatically and shook your head. James grinned. “Whatever,” you grumbled, but it was all an act. James knew it. As you got closer to the shore where your belongings were, you slowed down even more. Somehow, you didn’t want this moment with this gentle soul to end. James slowed down with you.
“I enjoyed our time there,” you murmured, thumb pointing the place where you watched the sunset. James nodded. “I liked talking to you, too.” His soft smile turned into a shy one, and you kind of wanted to squish his cheeks.
You swam a bit closer to the shore in silence before James broke it. “Is it normal that I don’t want this to end?” He asked. You exhaled in relief.
“Thank God, I’m not the only one feeling that way,” you grumbled. James chuckled. You climbed out of the water together. “Wanna have a drink after dinner?” You asked─ blurted, actually. James sent you a cheeky smile before nodding.
“I would love to,” he said. You beamed.
“Great!” You said, excited that you were going to spend more time with him. You reached to his towel and stopped. James bent over to grab his phone, ignoring the messages from his friends, and checked the time. It was only 7:14PM.
“How about 9:30PM?” He asked after telling you the time. “Is two hours enough?” You nodded.
“Yeah,” you said. “I just gotta take a shower and eat something.” You smiled. “There is a bar right there,” you said pointing some place behind him. James turned to look where you were pointing. He could see the lightened-up sign that said something like SHELL. He nodded. “9:230PM at Shell?” He nodded again.
“Okay,” he said. Then, he bent over once again to grab his t-shirt to put it on and to gather his towel and things. He took his flip-flops in his hand and straightened up. “I’ll see you then,” he murmured. You nodded, smiling widely. James sent you an equally wide smile and walked away. You walked towards where your friends were looking at you with gaping mouths and wide eyes.
“Dude─” Jules started but stopped herself from screeching. “You asked him out?!” She exclaimed. You nodded, still smiling stupidly wide. Your other friend, Liv, shook you hard.
“Please tell me he has friends,” she begged. You chuckled.
“Yeah, he said they will be joining him tomorrow,” you said. “I don’t know their gender, though.” Liv deflated a little, but she was smiling.
“You asked that out, huh?” She murmured. You nodded a little too manically. Liv grinned. Extending her hand to Jules, she wiggled her fingers. “Please place your fifty dollars at the opening,” she said like she was an ATM. You snorted while Jules rolled her eyes.
“You bet on if I’m gonna ask him out or not? I can’t believe you,” you grumbled, but you weren’t mad at them. Liv shook her head.
“No,” she said. “We bet on who was going to ask out to who. I said you will, Jules said the Hunk. I won.” She wiggled her fingers again. “I know you have the cash, bitch, spill.” Jules grumbled as she dug her hand into her purse to pull out some money. She slapped it into Liv’s hand. Liv winked at you. “Thank you.” She put the money into her bikini top. You snorted.
“Both of you are joke,” you told them. Liv shrugged. Jules was giving her stinky eye, but you knew she didn’t mean it that way. It was all joke. You smiled. “Can we go eat something now, though?” You asked. “I’m starving and I have a date.”
It was enough to get them moving in a flash.
When the date time came, you found James sitting at a table, waiting as he sipped a glass of water.
His long hair was up in a small but messy bun at the base of his nape. It looked silky to touch under the soft lights hanging above his head. His light scruff was gone, revealing the knife-sharp cheekbones and jawline he had. His bow-shaped lips were pink and shiny from the water he was sipping. He had a white, sleeveless tank top and a pale, short-sleeved blue shirt that he left unbuttoned. You could see the black, cargo shorts and sandals he was wearing from where you were standing.
You took a deep breath. James was a freakishly good-looking guy, and he was kind of making you feel like you were underdressed with your simple, white summer dress. You frowned a little at yourself for waiting around stupidly instead of walking up to him and shook your head. Clearing your throat softly, you walked up to him where he was scrolling on his phone.
“Hey,” you murmured. James’ head snapped up to you, and he smiled widely when he saw you.
“Hey,” he murmured. His eyes were shining and face bright with happiness. You could also see the slight redness over his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose where the sun burnt. He had a good tan going on already. With his now-olive skin and clean shaved face, his blue eyes looked bluer, and you felt yourself getting a little breathless at the sight of his handsome face.
“Is this seat taken?” You mocked, trying your damned hardest not to ogle him. James chuckled.
“It will if you let me buy you a drink,” he answered you. Smooth, you thought and grinned. Pulling the chair, you sat down in front of him. “What are you having?” He asked. You told him, and he raised his pointer finger to you to ask for ‘a minute’. Standing up, he walked over to the bar and told your orders to the bartender. It took him two minutes to come back to the table with drinks in each hand. “There you go,” he murmured as he set your drink in front of you.
“Thank you,” you said, and he sent you a wink.
“Alright,” he cleared his throat after he sat back down. “I don’t know what to talk about,” then he admitted, and you chuckled.
“Anything,” you told him. “Your favorite plant, your pet, a book you’re reading right now… Anything.” James looked at you with his blue eyes. You felt like you were staring right into the depth of the ocean.
He hummed deep and low, looking thoughtful. “I have a cat,” he finally said. “She’s an asshole most of the time, but I like her.” He shrugged; a sheepish look took over his handsome face. “She’s my friend, y’know?” You nodded.
“I do,” you said. “I have a dog. She’s a ray of sunshine but can be a little shit when and if she wants to.” You sent him a pained smile. James chuckled. “I love her very much, though. We went through some tough things.” James’ chuckle turned into a soft smile like he could understand what you meant by tough things. It felt nice to be understood even if it wasn’t worded out loud.
“What breed?” James asked, stopping you from getting lost in the depth of your mind.
“Labrador,” you told him. “Chocolate brown. She’s the prettiest out there.” You puffed your chest, making him huff out a soft laugh.
“Labs are cute,” James said. “Loyal and fluffy.” He paused. “Very nice to cuddle.” It was your turn to chuckle. “Mine is the fluffiest and whitest cat,” he added, smiling. “She is also nice to cuddle but if she wants to.” Then, he sent you a very fake wide smile. “Which is very rare.” You laughed.
“Cats,” you told him, shrugging.
“Yup,” he agreed. Both of you smiled at each other.
After that, the conversation just… flowed. There was silence every once in a while, but none of them were uncomfortable. It was just breaks where you processed the information you have learned about each other.
James talked about the plants he actually had back home, surprising you by his choice of plants. You told him about the small garden you had on the rooftop of your building. Your neighbors didn’t mind about the garden you put up there as long as you kept the mosquitos and insects away.
You told him about the latest book you finished, and James told you the name of the book he was currently reading. Apparently, both of you liked thriller, fantasy and sci-fi books although you liked to indulge yourself in romance books sometimes. James just chuckled softly at that. There was no snark about it. You had been mocked about reading romance books before so, it kind of made you like James even more.
The night progressed beautifully. One drink became two and three, but never reached to fourth or fifth because both of you preferred to stop and turned back to water.
“I don’t like being hungover,” James grumbled. “It just ruins my entire day.” You made a sound of approval.
“By the time I’m back being and feeling like a person again, the day ends,” you finished his sentence. James nodded and took a sip of his cold water. There was a cool breeze just enough to take away the heat and humidity of the summer night.
“Exactly,” he said. Raising his water glass, he tipped it to your direction. “That is why water is your best friend.” You chuckled.
“You sound like my PT, please go away,” you told him. James laughed. “He’s always on my ass about drinking water, eating my greens and doing my daily exercises.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not following anything right now, not when I’m on vacation.” You paused, looking at the water in your hands. “Well, maybe anything except water.”
“Good idea,” James said with a smile on his face. He finished his water. “Wanna take a walk on the beach?” He asked. You nodded. You finished your water as well before you stood up. You took off your sandals while James mimicked you. You sighed happily when your toes dug into the cool sand.
You walked side by side at the shore. Soft sounds of waves crashing, rocks making sounds as they hit each other thanks to the waves, and the faint scent of flowers were wafting on the air. It was very peaceful. There was no sound of cars, horns, people shouting or loud music around. Just a gentle chatting coming from the bars and restaurants by the shore, and that was it. You smiled as you inhaled the night air deeply, filling your lungs with it. James smiled at your expression.
As you walked longer, you’ve reached to a point where there was no one around, no sound of gentle chatting and soft music, but just the waves and the sound of crickets.
“Wish I could stay here forever,” you whispered. James hummed. It sounded like an approval. You turned your head to him, saw how the moonlight was hitting on his face and gasped softly. He looked ethereal. “You’re the prettiest man I have ever seen, did you know that?” You said, breathless. James looked at you with dark blue eyes. His pupils were large, and he seemed breathless like you were. He stopped, your feet following his instructions as you stopped in front of him, and turned his body to you. He took one step forward, getting right into your personal space, and lifted a hand.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to do anything,” he whispered, waiting for you to say something while he looked at your now-parted lips. You shook your head and threw your arms around his neck, dropping your sandals on the ground like him when he made a move to grab you at the waist to pull against his body.
You gasped when your mouth collided into his. Those plush lips were silky soft and slick. They were kissing you somehow gently but also hungrily. You could feel the lust vibrating right under your skin, threatening you to burst if you didn’t do anything about it soon. Moaning, you rose on your tiptoes to plaster your body against his even more.
James was huge, all 6’6 of him and muscled covering his hot body from head to toe. His hands easily engulfed your face as he squatted just a little to hoist you up. You buried small yelp into his mouth before wrapping your legs around his thick waist. You felt him walk towards somewhere, and suddenly he knelt down, laying you down on the cool sand.
“James,” you sighed when he freed your lips to move onto your neck, peppering kisses there and nipping the skin softly. He hummed. “James.”
“Hmm, what is it, pretty?” He asked with his now-lust rough voice and right into your fucking ear. You shivered. “What do you want?”
“You,” you pleaded softly, pouting just a little bit. You grasped his face in your hands and pulled him into another make-out session. He moaned into your mouth, the sound of it making you wet panties even more. His large hands and long, thick fingers quickly found the hem of your dress skirt, rucking it up to your hips. He moved his hands down all the while pulling your panties down slowly, feeling your soft skin under his slightly calloused palms. You trembled into his arms.
“You got me, baby,” James purred. “You got me.” You whimpered. Your body was burning with need and skin itching with anticipation. You just wanted him to get on with it.
“James,” you whined softly. “Please.” He kissed your neck, moved your chest and looked at you for approval before removing the straps of your dress. You nodded. His fingers lowered the straps smoothly and pulled the dress down just enough to expose your breasts to him. You thanked to your lucky stars that you decided not to wear a bra.
“These,” James murmured into your skin. “These drove me crazy while we were at the bar.” He kissed the swell of them wetly. “Slight breeze, and these would poke out.” He trailed a finger on your nipples, and they hardened under his touch. “It was so hard to not look at them and keep the conversation going…”
James lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth, making you gasp loudly at the wet heat around your sensitive bud. Your hand slid into his hair, messing up his hair and causing the hair tie to fall somewhere on the sand, and pulled onto them. James hissed in pain and buried a deep groan. Leaning his height and weight on your body, he dropped his hips low to rub his clothed erection to your bare sex.
“Fuck, James,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He hummed, sucking your nipple into his mouth even more, you were sure there was going to be a fucking hickey tomorrow. “S-stop, oh God.”
James pulled back with a soft ‘pop’ and looked at you with dark eyes. His hair was messy as hell and lips were swollen and red, you wanted to eat him alive. “Are you okay?” He panted; concern visible on his handsome face. You nodded.
“Y-yeah, just,” you swallowed. “Need you, stop teasin’, please, please!” James groaned. You touched his biceps, chest and shorts. “Need you so bad,” you whimpered. “Please!” James cursed, pulling back for a second to unbutton his shorts and ditch his shirt and shorts in one-go, he grabbed his wallet to pull out a condom he always kept there. You whimpered again, and James cooed at you. His fingers were quick to open the packet and roll the condom on his hard-on. He leaned over your half-naked body again.
“Ssh,” he cooed. “I’m right here, ssh.” You panted softly. Leaning in, James peppered kisses all over your face and pressed his lips on yours to calm you down. You sighed into his kiss. Melting under him, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours in a way of getting him to do something. He hummed. His hands fumbled for a second before his right one grabbed his erection and lined it up. “Breathe, love,” he whispered. You did as he said, and he pushed in slowly.
Both of you moaned a little too loudly for a semi-public place when he bottomed. He stayed there, unmoving, for a minute to give you a moment to adjust and to give himself time to calm down. He knew he was going to come soon, though, that it wasn’t going to last very long. He groaned.
“I’m apologizing beforehand that,” he started, but cut himself off to let out another groan when you clenched around him. “That it’s not going to last long.” You whined. “It’s been a while and you feel… Holy shit, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” You moaned and placed a hand on his ass. Digging your nails into his tight ass, you told him to move.
“’s fine,” you breathed. “We have the night, fuck, we have weeks. Just move.” Groaning deeply, James did.
He pulled out and slammed back in. All the muscles in his body were tensed and ready to snap. His balls were full to the brim and were begging him to just give them some long-awaited relief. Breathing out harshly, he pounded into you. His arms were bracketed on the sides of your head, his body was leaning over yours and making you almost disappear under him, and his knees were on the sides of your hips.
He was as close to you as he could get, yet it still felt he was miles away from you.
You gasped and whimpered when he thrusted into your hard and over and over again. He was hitting a spot, a spot that got you feeling a little stupid and so damn good, and you moaned. Your limbs tightened around his hard body, a hand buried itself into his silky hair and other dug its nails deeper into the meat of his ass. James grunted next to your ear.
He shuffled forward, almost pulling you on his lap and bending you backwards a little more, he went deeper, and you bit his naked shoulder hard to bury a loud moan there. James grunted once again at the pain and thrusted particularly hard into you.
“I’m─” You gasped. “Fuck, I’m close!” James hummed. He picked up the pace, really slamming in an out of you now, and brought a hand down to press on your clit. You gasped at the increase in pleasure. He toyed with your clit, rolled the bud under his finger and pinched it sometimes. You threw your head back, eyes closed and mouth open, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You vaguely heard James cursing loudly as he snapped his hips once, twice and three times before he, too, got swallowed up into an intense orgasm.
Both of you stayed in the same position, panting and coming down from your high while cuddling on the sand. Your nipples were painfully hard, still, but you blamed the cool air for that instead of James. You could feel his cock going soft in you and slipping out. You shuddered when that cool air hit you where you were exposed and wet. You whined and grimaced a little.
“Yuck,” you grumbled. James chuckled, and one of his hands disappeared into the pocket of his pants. Then, he pulled out a tissue and handed it to you. You looked at him, surprised. He shrugged, a soft pink color painting his high cheekbones.
“I always carry tissues with me,” he said, going pinker. “I’m an old guy.” You snorted.
“Right,” you said. “Didn’t feel that way, though.” James grumbled as he shook his head, but you knew he liked what you said because of the small smile tilting his lips up. You cleaned yourself up while he got rid of the condom. You collected your clothes, dusted of the sand and fixed your appearances.
“We gonna regret having sex on the sand,” he grumbled. You chuckled. “We gonna shit sand for the next couple days, ugh.” You laughed and leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked at you.
His face had a healthy flush on it, eyes were back to its pale blue color but his lips were still red and swollen. You wanted to him kiss them, so you did. He hummed into the kiss, his own arms wrapping around your waist, he lifted you up on your toes. You felt your tummy flip happily as you let yourself melt in his embrace and let yourself get lost in the kiss.
You pulled back and smiled. “What a way to end the night,” you murmured. James grinned at you cheekily.
“Could be better…” He trailed off. You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head. “If you let me take you out on another date tomorrow.” You hummed and acted like you were considering what he said. He nudged you softly.
You smiled. “Yeah, I would love to.” James beamed at you and held out his hand for you to hold it. You did. You grasped his hand tightly into yours, trying not to melt with the feeling of your hand getting practically lost in his large palm. James twisted his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Lemme walk you to your room?” James asked a little shyly. You nodded. Sending you a sweet smile, James let you lead the way.
The rest of your vacation spent with small dates with James, hanging out with your friends, eating different foods, trying out new drinks and having as much sex as you could with James.
God, sex with James was a fucking experience that everyone should have had at least once in their lives, but you didn’t want to share with anyone. He was yours, dammit. That cute, sexy and mountain of a man was yours and yours only.
Until it was time for both of you to go back home, anyways.
“I don’t want this summer to end,” you murmured to him. You were in his bed, naked and under the silky sheets. The air was warm but the sheets kept you cool. Your fingers were playing with the few hairs James had on his chest as he trailed his fingers up and down your back. “It might be the best vacation I ever had.” James hummed.
“I could say the same thing,” he whispered. Then, you felt a kiss pressed onto your forehead and sighed.
You lay there for some time, but once your eyes found the clock on the wall, you pulled away from James with a whine stuck in your throat. James hummed, stroking your cheek. You got off the bed, put on your clothes and fixed your appearance quickly. Just as James got up and put on some clothes as well, your phone started to ping non-stop and a loud and aggressive knock was heard on James’ hotel room door. Both of you frowned as James yelled them to come in.
“Fuck, Y/N, we are late as fuck!” Jules, one of your friends, exclaimed. She had her bags and then some in her hands, face pinched with worry and her cheeks were red. Your frown deepened.
“What? We still have─” Jules shook her head.
“No! We looked at the wrong ticket, bitch, we are late!” She threw you your bag. “We have an hour to catch out flight or we’re going to have to pay a good sum to go back so that we can keep our jobs as ours.” She fixed the bag hanging on her shoulder. “Dude, move!” Your brain came online, and you put on your shoes and grabbed the bag on the floor in twenty seconds. You turned to James.
“I’m sorry, I thought we had more time to say goodbye!” You groaned. James waved a hand. You threw yourself on him and kissed him passionately and loudly. James hummed into the kiss as he returned with as intense feelings as you did.
“Girl,” Jules sighed from the door. “We can’t afford the tickets, you gotta move!” You whined and pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” you told James. “I loved all the time we spent and really sorry that I’m saying goodbye to you like this.” You quickly pressed a final kiss on James’ lips. “Take care, James.” James nodded; his mouth was hung open.
“I can─” He started, but you were already out of the room and slammed the door closed. “… help you get home,” he finished lamely, his voice echoing in the now-empty room. He sighed. Dropping himself on the bed, he blinked When his phone pinged with a notification, he blinked again.
Fuck, he thought. He grabbed his phone.
natashenka
u ok?
me
no
steeb
what happened?
we heard a door slam?
James sighed, cursing at his own stupidity.
me
y/n left
she had a plane to catch in an hour
apparently, they looked at the wrong
ticket so she had to rush
natashenka
you couldn’t have offered to take her home?
you have a whole ass private jet james
me
they have another stop to make before going back home
besides i was about to offer but she was out of the room
already so
steeb
you’re an idiot
sam
what’s new, rogers
James rolled his eyes. It wasn’t even the worst thing happened, not to James at least.
natashenka
well, at least you have her number
you can call her when we go back
James grimaced.
me
about that…
natashenka
tell me you have her number
right now.
telling me that is the only way i will
let you live
me
well in that case you’re about to
become a ceo until charlie can
take over
natashenka
JAMES BUCHANAN
steeb
YOU IDIOT
sam
man… you a fucking dumbass
me
don’t i know it…
James was a fucking dumbass for forgetting to ask you for your number. He forgot the most important thing because your rooms were right across to each other and you were always together, never needing a connection on phone. You were always meeting up for breakfast, lunch or dinner; always had a timed date so you didn’t need your phones too much.
It never occurred neither James nor you to ask for each other’s numbers. James grunted and buried his face into the pillow where your head was resting just a couple minutes ago.
natashenka
it’s your fucking fault
deal with it
Yeah. He was going to have to deal with a possibly the best relationship slipping away from him because of his own stupidity.
Probably for the rest of his life, too.
James grunted as he cursed himself constantly.
He couldn’t believe there was no way of connecting with you. He lost you forever. What he wouldn’t give to go back to ten minutes ago so that he could ask for your number before your friend barged inside…
What happened has happened, though.
There was nothing he could do.
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