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Dec 29, 2025

wanna do more than just bend the rules

Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Reader

Summary: The New Avengers team was a lot more social and ‘public’ than the last. Which meant endless promos, active social media accounts, multiple public appearances, the whole thing. Honestly, when they weren’t out fighting actual threats, they felt more like celebrities. This new normal meant lots and lots of fan mail, brands reaching out, journalists wanting interviews or podcasts, and a lot more paperwork than necessary. Which is why each New Avenger was assigned an assistant who basically was their shadow, handled all the paperwork, made sure they reached where they needed to be on time, handled the paparazzi, etc. And as if this new life wasn’t already hard for the century-old supersoldier, Bucky Barnes simply had to be paired with the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen – you. Except, unlike his teammates’ assistants, you were super quiet. Very private and mysterious. You never lingered around for a round of drinks after work hours (even though you lived in the watchtower as well). You never shared anything about your private life. You were kind and nice to everyone but you always had your walls up, and it was very clear that you weren’t looking to make ‘friends’. But that was too bad, because Bucky wanted to get to know you. Ethically or otherwise. He was trained to infiltrate, so he did what he was good at. He uncovered some of your mysteries, and was delightfully surprised at what he found…

Themes: age gap, boss x assistant, tattooed!reader, cam girl!reader, online stalking, mask kink, explicit language, smut, knife play, mild blood play, praise kink, possessive!bucky, fluff,

a/n: I’ve been gone. Now I’m back. Happy Holidays, my ‘angels’!

“Angel?”

His voice and that nickname made you look up in panic.

“Who’s ‘angel’?” Bucky asked, stopping by your desk like he always does each morning. He pointed at the pastel pink coffee mug on your table, casually asking you why it was written ‘angel’ in bold red letters on it.

He mainly asked just to see you squirm and panic. He knew damn well why.

“Oh, um.” You avoided eye contact with him as you replied quietly, “It’s nothing. Just a random mug I found.”

Little devil. Such a pretty liar. Bucky’s smirk was hidden as he took a sip of his coffee, keeping his eyes on you as you gave him a quick overview of what his day was looking like. He listened to you, but all he could focus on was that damn pink mug.

Angel…

Of course he knew who that was.

It was your masked, online persona. It was the name your thousands of fans knew you as. It was the username you utilised on the online platform where you performed as a cam girl. Modeling, streaming, chatting, and often did private cam sessions with certain customers.

A couple of months ago, Bucky was oblivious to all this. He thought you were just a really shy, introverted girl who had her walls up. And fuck, he wanted to tear those walls down. He wanted to know why you were always so quiet. It was probably the mystery that pulled him in. The reading glasses, the tidy hair, the modest, formal clothing. Those damn turtlenecks and loose pants and classy heels were gonna be the death of him. Almost every night he dreamt of peeling those layers off and seeing, and touching, and tasting that warm body underneath.

Good thing he didn’t have to dream anymore. All he had to do was use his anonymous account and log onto the platform at your regular streaming time and there you’d be.

A sexy, confidant, devious little angel during your livestreams. The complete opposite of the girl who worked for him during the day.

It messed with his mind the first time he found you on that platform. He could not believe what he was seeing.

—

He couldn’t take these unanswered questions anymore. It was beginning to affect his mood, and John had noticed it earlier at the gym. Well, John had noticed it because Bucky had punched him extra hard during their friendly boxing session.

Bucky had apologised after, but he couldn’t let this go on. You were a walking closed book. Closed with extra secure locks. Pages bound tightly. Nobody knew anything about you, other than whatever details were needed to be known when you were appointed as his PA. For instance, details about your education, what uni you went to, your previous employer, your previous address (before you moved into the tower), etc. Basic details that didn’t satiate his curiosity. Bucky wanted more.

So one night, he decided to misuse his power as THE Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. He went down to the IT floor of the tower and found one of the genius interns and forced the guy to teach him how to properly cyber stalk someone. Of course he wasn’t gonna ask an employee to stalk another employee. He was gonna do it himself.

It took Bucky some time, but he learned all that there was to learn. All the shady apps and websites and all that tech shit. And soon, Bucky’s nights included hours spent searching for your online presence and digital footprints. At first, all he found was more basic stuff. Old, dormant social media accounts. New, private social media accounts. Which websites you visited the most frequently, which included a lot of baking blogs. Your spotify playlists. Etc.

Then one day, he found one of your online shopping carts. He was gonna ignore it at first, but then he decided to see the list of all that you were ordering. That was when the real fun began for him.

The shopping cart seemed normal at first. Notebooks, pens, planners, calendars, room decors… then it got a little risqué. Masks, he found. Lots of them. Masquerade masks, in lots of colours. Colours, which matched the sets of lingerie you were also ordering. And lots of condoms.

Bucky’s body tensed up. What was it he was feeling? Shock? Surprise? Jealousy? Because who the fuck were you using these with?!

As Bucky scrolled down the list, his heart beat faster and faster. Masks, lingerie, lube, sex toys, vibrators… Bucky closed the tab so fast that night. He couldn’t do it. Because what the hell was that? Then he spent the following day watching you closely as you worked at your desk.

You, in your pale blue sweater and black high-waisted trousers. Barely any skin visible. Your reading glasses on as you crossed things off your agenda. A tiny frown on your face as you replied to emails on behalf of Bucky.

Again, his curiosity was eating him alive because as far as he knew, you never invited anyone over at the tower, onto your floor, into your bedroom. Nor did you ever leave. Bucky knew because he kept an eye on all the security cam footage of your floor.

So all that stuff you ordered… he needed to find out more.

And he did.

It took him about a week, but one night he found himself on an unfamiliar website. At first he thought it might just be some adult website you may have visited but then he saw a tiny little icon in the corner signaling that the user was livestreaming.

Of course he clicked on it. And it didn’t register at first, that the tattooed girl he was watching – the one who was wearing a lacy, red masquerade mask with matching lacy, red lingerie, masturbating, sliding a big, ribbed, bright pink dildo in and out of her dripping pussy – was you.

This girl, the one on his screen, was a true work of art. So feminine in her slow, languid movements. Her hair, far from tidy. Her lips, swollen and her lipstick smudged almost as if… as if she’d sucked on that toy before sliding it inside her. And the tattoos… fine lines, along her inner arms, down her neck, spine, and back. The kind that made you want to trace it with slow fingers. Or tongue.

Bucky was in a trance for a minute. Or two. And what broke the spell was the voice.

Your voice. That moan, that gasp… it sounded eerily familiar. That quiet voice which resembled a lot like the one which greeted him every morning. That’s when Bucky blinked rapidly and got closer to this screen. And when it clicked in his brain that who he was watching was you, Bucky almost lost it.

Fuck. He saw it now. Those nails. Those pretty, deep maroon nails that he caught glances of as you handed him post-its during the day. That mouth, that signature lipstick shade he fantasied about almost each night. The neck, which was so rarely visible. It was you.

So, Bucky watched. His heart raced the entire time. His lust and jealousy mingled, creating this concoction that made him feel crazy. He was jealous when he saw how many viewers you had. And how well and how much they were all tipping you in real time. He’d never wanted to drive his knives into so many eyeballs all at once before.

And the comments. The comments made his blood boil the most:

‘Sending you some gifts for your next livestream, angel. Think of me when you use them.’

‘You’re a goddess.’

‘Just like that, angel. Take all of it. Nice and slow.’

‘I’m sending you a new mask. Wear it for me next time, please angel.’

‘Nice toy, wanna try me next?’

‘You’re so fucking wet, I’m gonna come just looking at you.’

‘Such a good girl.’

‘What I wouldn’t do to lick you clean, angel…’

‘Fuck, that cunt must be so warm. It must feel like heaven.’

FUCK. THIS. SHIT.

Bucky felt like his entire body was vibrating just reading those comments. How dare they? How fucking dare they? Who the fuck did these fucking assholes think they were talking to you like that??

And what pissed him off more was that you would occasionally pause, giggle at the comments, like the comments, respond to some, and then resume fucking yourself with that toy that he was unbearably jealous of. Not because of the size, no. That toy had nothing on Bucky. But simply because he wanted to be the one filling you up like that. Nice and slow, making you drip, making your thighs shake, making you moan and gasp like that–

Fuck. Great. Now he was hard.

Bucky closed that tab. Took care of his business. And the next night, he was back on again. This time he made a proper account and everything. He didn’t comment or anything, he just observed.

You wore black lingerie that night, and you were extra chatty with your fans. Some had asked you how your day went, and you’d responded with: ‘Tiring. That’s why I didn’t even have the energy to change into something sexier for you. I just got off work :(‘

That one comment of yours was followed by so many tips from so many people. Most of them thanked you for blessing them with your presence even though you were tired, others said dirtier things but all Bucky could focus on that night was…

You’d said you hadn’t had the energy to change. Which meant that you’d been wearing that black, lacy, barely there set of underwear all day? That was what was under your chunky sweater and your work trousers that day? And you’d been around Bucky in that?

Holy shit. And just like all the other men who tuned in to watch you play with your vibrators tonight, Bucky watched your livestream with his hard cock in his hand as well. He came in no time. Fuck, he was weak when it came to this side of you. It was messing with his head.

That night, he noticed that you had your PO Box info on your account. And many, many of your fans often sent you gifts. Through the comments he found out that often they sent you lingerie that they wanted you to wear, or masks, even toys. Lots of them.

But Bucky wasn’t bold enough to do any of that. Not yet. So he remained, like thousands of others, a silent viewer.

Watching, learning, waiting in the shadows…

For now.

—

“We’re going out for drinks tonight.” Bucky announced as he approached your desk. “None of us really have holiday traditions set in place so we figured we’d just get together and see how the night goes. Not far, just the pub nearby. Are you coming with us?”

Yikes. You were gonna have to turn down yet another team bonding activity it seems. “Sorry, Mr. Barnes. I can’t make it tonight.” You answered, sheepishly. You continued gathering your things to leave for the day, and you noticed that Bucky wasn’t moving.

“You never come out with us. Why?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Oh boy.

How would you explain to your boss that you had your other ‘job’ to do? To be honest, camming used to be a ‘job’, back when you were fresh out of uni and still figuring things out. You had to make ends meet somehow and sex work did it for some years while you worked odd jobs here and there. But then, when you joined the superheroes, and started earning well, camming just became a hobby. One you loved because it allowed you to explore your sexuality and kinks safely, anonymously. It allowed you to have a secret side of you that nobody around you knew about. Your kinky secret made you feel powerful, and you liked that. You liked being an innocent-looking, quiet, introverted girl by day and a completely different girl by night.

Plus, the extra money and endless gifts on the side didn’t hurt at all.

Besides, you weren’t keen on hanging out with the people you worked with. You liked them, but you liked your privacy more. Your nighttime routine consisted of nice long showers, followed by a cam sesh, have some fun, earn some money, followed by a nice warm bath, then an hour or so of reading in bed, and then getting some nice sleep.

You were a homebody, and that was fine.

“Uh, I’m not really into going out and things.” You answered truthfully. “Pubs and drinks aren’t really my scene.”

Bucky leaned against the edge of your desk, crossing his arms over his chest. You took a deep breath. You were just a woman after all, and Bucky Barnes was… gods, he was gorgeous. And that arm? Ugh. And he just had to be your boss. Unreachable. Out of your league.

“So what is your scene then?” He asked.

You gave him a brief smile. “I’m kinda boring. I like being in my room.” You partially lied.

“I see.” Bucky smirked. “It must be a fun room, if you spend all your time in there. All by yourself.”

That teasing tone in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. And there it was, that shift in the air. The tension that settled in between the two of you, or maybe it had always been there and you were just now acknowledging it.

You broke the strange tension by saying, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Barnes.”

“See you.” Bucky mumbled, then left.

—

Bucky scoffed on his way back to the tower from the pub. See you tomorrow. He was ditching his teammates and employees for you. Because he couldn’t miss tonight’s livestream come hell or high water.

Bucky was giddy almost, as he took the elevator up to his floor. A pep in his step as he walked past his personal gym and barged into his bedroom, grabbing his computer and settling onto his comfy couch.

He was excited because tonight was all about him. He’d finally done it. After weeks of watching, learning, observing, he was finally bold and confident in his anonymity enough to book you for a private session.

He’d left you a hefty tip during your last livestream. So hefty that you dm’ed him. And politely thanked him for the tip. That’s what boosted his confidence. The private chat was short, and straight to the point. He expressed that he’d like a private session. You agreed. Bucky chose the time – you’d never even suspect it was him because he was meant to be at the pub with the others at this time. He also sent you a ‘gift’ and wanted you to open it live on the video chat with him. Plus, earlier today he’d dm’ed you what colour he wanted you to wear tonight. Dark red.

Everything was perfect. Just how he wanted it to be. His camera would be off, of course. And he’d communicate via chat. But most importantly, he’d have you all to himself. No thousands of fans sending you all sorts of dirty comments. Tonight, he wouldn’t have to share you with thousands of others. It’ll be just you and him. Just him and his angel.

“Hi there!” You were just as excited as he was when you appeared on his screen. Dark red, lacy lingerie with matching masquerade mask. Kneeling in the middle of your bed in a room Bucky recognised because all the bedrooms had the same layout in this tower. “I’m wearing the colour you wanted, you like it?”

Bucky watched as you turned around to show him the back. Your body made his hand itch because of how badly he wanted to touch you. And you were just three floors up. Just three fucking floors. Nothing would stop him from going up there right now and–

No. He couldn’t do that. He had to be patient.

Love it, angel. He typed.

So he just watched. Enchanted as you arched your back, showing off for him. Just him tonight. Bucky groaned as he took in your tattooed back. And fuck… that tattoo down your spine drove him crazy. He couldn’t read what it was so he typed: What does your tattoo say, angel? It’s driving me crazy.

You turned back around, upon hearing the sound of the chat notif go off. You smiled, as you answered, “It’s a quote from a book series I adore! I actually re-read the series each year, sometimes even twice a year.” You giggled. “Sorry, it’s probably not what you wanna hear but–,”

The sound of a message popping up in the chat cut you off.

Bucky watched as you read what he’d said. No, please. I wanna know more about you. Followed by, Give me a tattoo tour?

A little chuckle left your lips. As you nodded, “Of course!”

What followed was about twenty minutes of you showing Bucky each and every one of your tattoos. To show him the ones on your ribcage, you casually took off your lacy bra and Bucky groaned out loud in his empty room. Muttering under his breath, “This is torture, angel.”

He noted you had lots of bookish tattoos. Lots of quotes, swords, daggers, and dragons. It made him smile fondly, despite the raging hard on in his pants. Pretty, little nerd.

Mindlessly, he typed, What’s your most scandalous one?

You chuckled again as you read his question. Then you leaned in close to your camera, as if whispering your deepest secret, “If I show you, will you keep it a secret? And tell no one?”

That whispery tone of yours was killing him. I promise, angel, he replied.

You slowly, teasingly took off the rest of your underwear. Still kneeling as you spread your legs apart ever so slightly and pointed at your inner thigh. “If you were here you’d see it better. But it’s a little heart. It’s actually my first tattoo. I was nineteen and reckless then and it was the sexiest thing to me back then.” You leaned in closer and said, “I’d often fantasize about my future partners finding it and it’d be a little surprise.” You giggled. “It’s like it marks a spot, you know? Like kiss here.”

You were so carefree and giggly like this. Even naked, with just a mask on. He craved this side of you he never got to see during the day.

Bucky typed, I’m jealous of all those who got to find it, see it, and kiss it. So very, very jealous.

You read this and rolled your eyes at the camera, and said, “Well, lucky for you no one has.”

Bucky’s heart damn near stopped at this revelation. Quickly, he typed, What do you mean, angel?

You chuckled, and got really close to the camera again. “Oh boy, here goes another one of my secrets. You see, I’ve never actually been with anyone.” Another chuckle. “I lost my virginity to one of my toys basically.”

A pause. Then his reply to this confession was, You’re killing me here, baby. You mean… no one’s touched you?

“Nope.” You answered, shrugging.

Fuck. He typed. Then groaned out loud in his room. The devious part of him reminding him that you were still just three floors up.

“Okay enough secrets.” You said, reaching for something. “May I please open the package you sent me now? I’ve been dying to see what it is.”

Of course, angel. It’s all yours. Go on, open it.

You squealed as you ripped open the box, finding a smaller box inside. “Oh you tease.” You muttered. And it made Bucky laugh out loud in his room. He watched as you shook the smaller box, something inside rattling. “What is it? A toy?”

Hmm. Something like that. He typed.

“Okay, let’s see!” You tore open the smaller box and gasped in surprise at what you found. “Oh… this, uh, I wasn’t expecting this.”

You don’t like it, angel? Bucky typed, a smirk on his face as he watched you hold his mask in your delicate hands. His tactical half face mask. The muzzle. The Winter Soldier’s muzzle. Of course, it wasn’t the mask that had you this surprised. It was who it belonged to. Him. Your boss.

“I… I do.” You answered. “But uh, why him? Why the Winter Soldier?” You questioned the choice.

He knew you would, given you worked for said supersoldier. So he had a lie ready for that. I cosplay him often. Plus, I kinda have a thing for masks.

“Ah.” You smirked, admiring the thing in your hands. “It feels so real.”

It is. He wanted to say. Instead he said, Just part of the costume, angel.

“I see.” You seemed more comfortable now that the surprise was gone. “You want me to… wear it?”

No, angel. He typed. I want you to grind on it until you come.

He watched how his answer made you bite your lower lip. A sultry giggle left your mouth. “You’re freaky. I like you. Want me to come on it then what? Mail it back to you?”

“Holy shit.” Bucky muttered under his breath. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that. But fuck yeah he’d like that. So he typed back, Read my mind, angel. Now come on, play with it.

–

Out of all the ways you’d imagined tonight playing out, this was far from everything you’d thought of so far. Your boss’ old mask? Of all things? It wasn’t weird or anything. Lots of people cosplayed Bucky, especially now that he was much more social than before. Thanks to you managing his fan mails and social media platforms.

Oh well. This guy you were chatting with tonight had left you a huge tip, so you weren’t backing out of this. Plus, a hidden side of you lowkey liked this. Because you’d get to play out a fantasy you’d shoved into the shadows for too long. Come on, you’d be lying if you said you had never thought about Bucky in that way.

How could you not? Who wouldn’t? That man was a work of art. The way he took control and could command a room with minimal talking. That voice… that deep voice. Holy shit. Guess you were fully diving into that fantasy tonight. Because as you slid your fingers inside you, you felt your wetness already dripping down just by the mere thoughts of him.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped, sliding your fingers in and out gently, making sure you were nice and wet for the mask.

A notification sound alerted you that your guy had sent you a message. You looked down, fingers still sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. He had written, The mask, baby. Use it. Grind on it. I want it wet with your come.

You giggled. “Impatient, are we?”

Oh, very.

“Okay, okay.” Your heart was beating a little faster than before. But fuck you were so ready. You placed the mask on a pillow, just to make it more comfortable and then you knelt above it. Your pussy hovering right above it. “I wish it was you.” You said, not sure if you addressed the guy on the other side of your screen or… or Bucky, whom you pictured in your head.

This was so wrong. And so hot.

His reply came, Tell me more, angel. Talk to me. You’re so perfect.

You smiled at his praise. “I wish it was your face I was riding, instead of your mask. I wish I could feel your tongue, your lips…” Then you lowered yourself down.

The coldness of the mask was what you felt first, making you shiver and moan at the brief contact. You let out a loud moan. Nobody was at the tower. None of the supersoldiers. So no one with enhanced hearing was around to hear you being a little freak. Once you got used to the coldness, you moved just an inch, forward and backward, and the ribbed texture of the mask had your back arching.

A ping came from your computer. Followed by a chat notification. A tip, and a message from your guy.

Fuck, he wrote. Keep going, baby.

“Oh my god,” You whined, “It feels so good.” You cried out. Gasping for air as you ground your pussy down on it, moving up and down, your sensitive clit being dragged across the textured mask. You felt tingles up and down your spine. “But I bet your actual mouth would feel better, huh?”

Oh, it would, angel.

You chuckled. Then asked, “Are you touching yourself? Please tell me you are. This feels so…” Your sentence ended with yet another loud moan. “Fuck, it feels good.” Your brain was foggy by now. And there was only one thing you could focus on. One man. Bucky.

Fuck, he looked good earlier. Leaning against your desk like that. How dare he cross those muscular arms across that muscular chest so casually? How dare he look that good in a simple black t-shirt. You were certain he was making you order them a size too small, just so he could look extra beefy…

“Oh fuck,” You moaned. “I’m so close, oh my god.” You were right on that edge. “Can I please come?”

–

Bucky was a mess. Not only could he see you on his screen and hear you through his computer speakers, but he could hear you in real life as well. Enhanced hearing, remember? Plus, you were only three fucking floors up– fuck!

Bucky came all over his hand, breathing hard and fast as he watched you ride his mask. Grinding that dripping pussy all over it. He wished it was his face. His mouth. His lips. His tongue…

Come for me, angel. He typed. Then he leaned back and watched. Fuck you were good at this. The way your body moved, the breathy moans, the whispers–

He froze when he heard it. A whisper so quiet that ordinary human ears wouldn’t have caught it. But his enhanced, supersoldier ones did. He did.

“Oh, Bucky…” You whispered, right before you came all over his mask. “Fuck!”

And it wasn’t delusions from his post-nut foggy brain. Because he watched, on his screen, how you panicked for a quick second before blinking rapidly as you calmed down. Fuck. You’d moaned his name as you came.

Are you okay, angel? He typed quickly.

You nodded. “Yeah.” Then you shook your head and giggled. “Thank you for that.” You bit your lips again. Then you looked down and groaned, “I made a real mess. You sure you want your mask back?”

Bucky scoffed. Fucking tease. Yes, please. He typed.

Another chuckle from you then you said, “Alright. I’ll send your mask your way soon. And uh, our hour’s up already.” You pouted. “I had fun with you.”

Me too, angel. Until next time.

“Bye!”

—

Bucky couldn’t sleep that night. And judging by the sounds coming from your floor, of doors opening and closing, of furniture moving around, neither could you.

Well, damn it, angel. Now what do we do?

—

The next day, Bucky noticed that you were purposefully avoiding him as much as possible. And whenever you two were in a room together, like when you were both in the kitchen making coffee, you didn’t say a word to him.

Later on that morning, you texted him his daily schedule instead of coming over and talking him through it. And anything else you needed to say to him, or warn him about, you did so via post-it notes.

Bucky didn’t bring it up. He silently just watched. And a couple of times he caught the stolen glances you sent his way. They were brief, and you looked guilty when caught. But neither of you said anything.

Bucky wondered if you felt weird about last night. But fuck, he wanted to do that again.

To play with you again.

–

After last night, being around Bucky was the hardest thing ever. Not because you felt weird or anything, to be honest at first you did, when you first held the mask sure it was a little odd, but then… fuck, this was torture because you were so turned on just looking at him and remembering your little tryst with his mask the night before. Well, not his mask. A cosplayer’s mask of him. But still. It looked so much like the real thing.

Good thing the guy you were talking to last night didn’t hear you moan Bucky’s name. He wouldn’t have, you’d whispered it so quietly like it was your deepest secret. It was. And now that you had come, intentionally with him on your mind, being around him was so, so hard. Your body throbbed just by his presence. His cologne lingering in the air, his voice echoing around as he spoke on the phone. Watching him walk around, reading things, running his metal fingers through his hair, oh this was punishment.

All you did all day was silently hope that your cosplayer guy would reach out again, and unknowingly help you indulge in your specific fantasy again. Despite how wrong it was, to lust after one’s boss, you couldn’t help it.

You wanted to play again.

—

A couple days later, Bucky scheduled a private session with you again. He’d done so after going through your account and all your info. He’d memorised all the kinks you were into and all those that were a hard NO. And all the in-between.

When he tuned in to your scheduled video chat, he was just as excited as the first time. Hi, angel. I’ve missed you. He had, honestly. You barely spoke to him at work, unless it was absolutely necessary. You’d even stopped going to the kitchen to make your coffees in the mornings. You’d started ordering your coffee from a nearby coffee shop, he’d noticed.

All that just to avoid him. Bucky smirked. But look at you now.

“Hi!” You sounded just as happy as he was. “To be honest, I’ve missed you too. I was wondering if you’d want another session. I hoped you did. Also, do you like my outfit?” You gave him a little show, turning around and letting him see all the angles.

He’d picked the colour again. He wanted you in light blue, of course, with a matching lacy masquerade mask. You’re beautiful, angel. As always. He added, You got my gift?

“I did!”

He watched as you smiled big, reaching for yet another package from him.

“I wonder what it is this time? More parts from your costumes?” You teased him.

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. That tone of yours… did you sound almost hopeful? Could it be that you were into it? Into him?

Bucky watched as you opened the box and reached for what was inside. Your giddy expression shifted into something more… sultry. And he was certain this wasn’t just his imagination. Because you kept shifting and squirming even as you knelt down in the middle of your bed.

You don’t like my knives? He typed. Knowing full well that you did.

That smile he adored reappeared on your face again as you said, “Of course I do. They’re so pretty. And…” You grabbed both of them and lifted them up to your face, analysing them with awe, “They seem so real, and sharp.”

Careful, he replied quickly. They are very sharp. Hence, the sheaths.

“Uh huh.” You faced the camera again. “What do you want me to do with these?” You asked, sounding genuinely curious. It was adorable.

Pick your favourite one.

“Hmmm,” You paused to make your choice, then held the bigger one up. “This one. It feels right.”

Bucky smirked to himself, in the darkness of his room. Mere three floors below yours. Good, he typed. Now fuck the handle for me.

He watched as your jaw dropped, then you burst into giggles as you reached for lube and a condom.

“Look at what you’re doing,” You playfully chided him as you prepped your ‘toy’. “Turning me into a little freak.”

Bucky laughed to himself, typing, You’re the prettiest little freak ever. Gorgeous. The best one I know.

My little, freaky angel.

That made you laugh. And fuck… your laugh did things to him. He wanted to hear it all the time. It was a shame you weren’t this open and chatty during work hours, because Bucky wanted this side of you all the time. He wanted to hear you giggle and laugh, wanted to hear you talk and joke with him. But you never did, unless it was from behind a screen. Shrouded in darkness and anonymity. But damn it, he’d take whatever crumb you’d give him. He was that desperate.

Slide it in, angel. Nice and slow.

—

Something about knives just did it for you. And it wasn’t because of Bucky. Because you’d had a thing for knives well before you met him. You didn’t know what it was exactly. The danger, the cool feel of them, the beauty of some knives, daggers, and swords… any sharp and capable of causing pain was fucking hot.

And you could imagine it might be hotter if a partner wielded the weapon but even alone, you knew how to have fun. You’d been doing this for years now. You knew your body perfectly. You knew what you liked and you weren’t ashamed of it. You let your lust and desire take over, and soon you were sliding the lubed-up, condom-wrapped, wide, thick, oval-shaped knife handle in and out of you. And it was… fuck it reminded you of something it shouldn’t.

Someone.

A certain someone with his thick, metal fingers.

Fuck.

It was impossible to get Bucky out of your head now. The image was there now. The knife’s handle, just as cold as you assume his fingers would be if they were sliding in and out of you…

Does it feel good, baby?

You read the message with a lust-drunk smile on your face, spreading your knees further apart as you gave him a close up view of the show. “So fucking good…” You gasped, wanting more. More inches, maybe even more fingers to stretch you wide. “Fuck, it’s so cold but so fucking good, oh my god!”

—

Bucky was yet again in a trance as he watched you. Were you imagining it was his fingers inside you? That cold metal, the smooth feel of it, the pace at which you slid it in and out… were you thinking of him? He was dying to know. He strained his ears to listen. Waiting, hoping you’d whisper his name again.

You’re fucking beautiful, angel.

You giggled at his praise. “Why, thank you! Can I please play with the other one?” You asked, in a desperate voice that made him want to go up there right now and give you everything and anything you asked for.

He understood now. Why the fans left you such huge tips and always showered you with gifts. Because you were like a siren. That voice of yours could bring any man to his knees. So they gave you all that they could.

Careful though, okay? It’s very sharp. He typed out, fast.

You smirked, reaching for the other, smaller knife. “That’s the fun part.” You said, unsheathing it carefully and cautiously touching the edge with your finger.

Bucky’s heart was racing, and it damn near stopped the moment he watched you with your tongue out, pressing the knife flat onto it. All while your other hand kept the other knife’s handle sliding in and out of you steadily. But for now, all Bucky could focus on was the knife pressing against your tongue. Your open mouth, gasping and moaning, that sharp knife against your soft tongue, your lipstick slightly smudged… he almost came right there and then.

He watched as you dragged the smaller knife down your chin, keeping it flat and the sharp edge away from your skin. But the sharp tip pressed ever so slightly against your skin, and that alone had Bucky on the edge.

Slow down, angel. You’re killing me.

Another little laugh. “I wish you were here.” You whispered. A bit too quietly, as though you were lost in your own fantasies. Fantasies Bucky hoped he starred in.

What would you have me do, angel? Show me.

And you did. You used the sharp edge of the smaller knife and cut the middle of your lacy bra, making it fall to the bed, leaving your chest bare and all for him to see. Shit. He was still getting used to this. To the delicious dichotomy of seeing you dressed all modestly at work and then so scantily on his screen.

Then, to his surprise, you used the sharp tip of the knife to make the smallest cut in between your tits, hissing as the tip pierced your skin. A full drop of blood formed instantly, heavily and slowly sliding down your body.

Bucky watched, breathing heavily. Fuck. Fuck, why was this so hot?

“Would you lick it up if you were here?” You asked out loud, carrying on fucking yourself with the handle of the other knife as this drop of blood slid down your chest, down your stomach, getting dangerously close to–

Bucky groaned when you wiped it away just as it was about to reach in between your legs. That chuckle of yours which followed told him everything he needed to know.

You devious little tease. He typed. What’d you do that for, huh?

“You didn’t answer me.” You replied, sounding so sassy. “Are your hands that busy?”

Bucky chuckled. Yes, yes I would. I would lick it while I fucked you nice, and hard, and deep. Would you like that, baby?

A soft moan was all the answer he got. A soft moan, then you quickened your pace. Fucking yourself silly with the knife handle, nice and deep. “Fuck,” You cried out, your eyes closing as you tilted your head back, lost in pleasure. “Fuck me,” Another soft whine, then, “Bucky, please.” The softest of whispers.

And it made Bucky smile, all proud and puffed up now that he no longer had to question it. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Oh, how perfect.

You’re such a good girl for me, angel. Go ahead, come for me.

And you did, moaning so loudly that Bucky could, yet again, hear you three floors down.

—

Bucky let you be for a couple of days. He still tuned in every night for your livestreams. He still burned in the fiery pits of jealousy at every comment he read. He still sent you anonymous tips. Anything for his girl.

And during those days, he planned. His grand reveal. He thought of every little detail. And in the meantime, he received the mask back from you.

What he did when he got it back, in the darkness of his room shall remain exactly there. In the shadows.

—

Then finally, came the night that changed everything.

Bucky had a plan. And he was so excited, he couldn’t help it. He made sure to talk to you before you left work that day. Some twisted part of him wanted a brush with that cold, off limits, and guarded side of you. One last time.

“It’s Friday, are you doing anything fun tonight? This weekend?” He asked, casually as he stopped by your desk.

You gave him a polite smile. “Not really, I’m staying in. Catch up on some reading, maybe.”

Reading, right.

He nodded, “Alright, then. See you on Monday.” He stopped himself before he added ‘angel’. That would be catastrophic.

–

A couple of hours later, there you were. On his screen again. Another private session.

“You know, I’ve been getting messages from other people. They’re not big fans of how you’ve been monopolising my time.” You said in a bratty tone. “I’ve had to answer countless DMs during the day. It’s exhausting.” You said. “So whatever gift you sent me today better be worth it.”

Oh, angel. It will be.

“Let’s see then.” You reached for yet another package he’d sent you. “Oh by the way, do you like my outfit?” You asked, giggling as you showed off your body. Your bare body. Because he’d requested you be in the nude tonight. Except for a black, lacy masquerade mask. He fucking loved those masks.

Bucky chuckled as he typed, I love it. You’re beautiful.

You smiled at his message, then focused on opening the box.

–

You could tell this box was heavier than the others he’d sent you. Hmm. Maybe another toy for you to have fun with?

You were not ready for what you found inside. It made you giggle in excitement at first, upon finding the dildo. Then you pulled it out and your smile turned into a smirk at how realistic it seemed.

A bit too realistic for it to be just a regular toy from a sex toy shop. This seemed customised. High quality.

“Is this… a replica of–” You looked up at the camera, “Is this yours?” You asked with a surprised smile. Because fuck this guy was big.

You like it? His message came. It was royal pain to get it made.

“I do!” You giggled. “I can imagine. Um, this is… big.”

I wanna see you play with it.

For the first time in a long time, you were slightly intimidated by a toy. Usually you liked a challenge. But none of your toys were this big. “I can try,” You wrapped your hands around it and loved the feeling of it in your hands. The veins, the smoothness of it, the size and heaviness of it… fuck. “And I’m not just saying this to stroke your ego but… I don’t think this will fit.”

–

Oh you were killing him. This is it. Sweet death at the hands of the prettiest girl ever. Fuck!

The sight of the replica of his dick in your hands? It killed him already. But to hear you say ‘I don’t think this will fit.’ in that slightly nervous tone? Fuck.

Try for me, baby. He typed. Easy, nice and slow. Come on. Be good for me.

He leaned back on his couch, one hand palming his clothed cock, and the other hovering over the keyboard. He watched as you prepped yourself with a generous amount of lube, rubbing it everywhere, all over your pussy and on the toy as well. He watched as you slid two fingers in first, thrusting in and out, nice and slow while desperately trying to stretch yourself out to fit the toy.

But fuck. It was too big. You whined and groaned as you struggled to fit even the tip inside you. You moaned. “I can’t do it.” You really did try to shove it, but even Bucky could tell it would go in.

Not like this. Not without proper preparation. Not without him.

He typed one last thing. Keep trying, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a pretty angel.

Once the message was sent, he threw his computer off his lap. And stormed out of his room. He barely thought of anything else as he took the elevator up to your floor. I’m coming, baby.

He didn’t even knock on your door. He just barged in like he had every right to. One moment he was standing at the door, looking at you kneeling on your bed, struggling to fit the toy inside you. And the next he was on top of you. Hand on your mouth to keep you from screaming, because judging by that panicked look on your face, he knew you would given the chance.

“Shh, angel. Don’t scream. It’s just me. It’s been me since the beginning.” He whispered, staring deep into your eyes. “I know, I know you probably hate me right now but, you’re safe with me. Okay?”

Your eyes were still wide, your bare chest moving up and down rapidly. Your hands were limp at your sides, and you made no move to push him away. Of course you wouldn’t.

Bucky looked down and the sight of your glistening inner thighs were driving him insane. “It won’t fit, huh?” He leaned down, staring deep into your eyes, “I’m here to help, angel. Gotta stretch you out first, okay? I’m gonna remove my hand, but don’t you scream. Alright?”

A faint nod was all he got. Slowly, he removed his hand and lowered it down to your neck. That way he could keep you pinned down onto your bed while he fucks you with his metal fingers.

“Is this okay?” He asked you, unable to hold back his smirk as he said, “See? Feels just like the knife handle, doesn’t it?”

Then he watched as reality hit you all at once. No more confusion, no more questions.

–

Holy shit. This asshole!

You’d probably cuss him out if he wasn’t hell bent on making you cry out in pleasure with his fingers. Smooth, cold fingers sliding in and out of your hot, dripping wet pussy. Your walls clenching around his fingers so desperately that you couldn’t even lie and say you didn’t want this. That you hadn’t been dreaming of this.

The moment he barged into your room, your brain stopped functioning normally. At first you thought you were imagining things, too lust-drunk to see straight. But no. He was actually here. Here, handsome as hell, and knuckles deep inside you.

You fully lost it when he mentioned the knives… that’s when it hit you all at once. You’d been fucking around with your boss this entire time. The messages, the mask, the knives, fuck. You thought back on all the scandalous things you’d done and said during those video chats. But you couldn’t find it in you to be ashamed.

Not now.

Not as you looked up into his deep, ocean blue eyes and saw burning desire. All for you.

“It was…” You gasped, struggling to speak as he shoved another finger in you. “It was you.”

Bucky smirked, tightening his grip around your throat just a little. “It was. I had to test the waters. Had to make sure you wanted me too.” He scoffed. “Then I heard you moan my name.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours as he said, “I heard you, angel. I know you want me too.”

Damn him!

“Asshole.” You hissed, both in irritation and pleasure as he hit the spot perfectly. The stretch of his fingers was so… delicious.

Bucky chuckled, sounding cockier than ever. “Oh shut up, angel. You liked it. I still remember how loudly you fucking screamed.” He said, curling his metal fingers just right inside you. “Don’t act coy with me.” He hissed back. “Now fucking take it.”

He had you moaning, back arching, nails clawing at his clothed back as you came all over his fingers in no time. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was able to make you come. As if he knew your body a little too well…

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, baby. Had to learn a thing or two about how you like it.” He answered your silent question in that same cocky tone as earlier.

You still were unable to talk, especially not as you watched him reach for the toy he’d sent you. Fuck, there was so much wrong with what was happening right now. You two were breaking so many rules but–

“Look at me.” He ordered. And you did. “You okay?” He asked, lazily rubbing the tip of it up and down your slit, smearing your arousal and the lube around.

You nodded, unable to look away as his hand moved so gently against you. Moving the toy in a way that was agonizing, yet pleasurable.

Bucky gave you a reassuring smile, then whispered against your mouth, “Be a good girl for me, okay? Hold on to me if you need to.” And you didn’t need to be told again. You wrapped your shaky arms around his shoulders, and held on as he pushed the toy inside you.

Slow and steady.

“Bucky…” You gasped, hiding your face into the crook of his neck as he wiggled the toy in, first an inch. Then two. Then more. “Fuck, please…”

Gone was your rational thinking. You forgot everything else. Every rule being broken. Every reason why you shouldn’t be here doing this with him. This was all that mattered. Him, his hands, the feeling of his strong, warm body pressing against your bare one. That damn toy…

You cried out, with actual tears streaming down your face, once he shoved it in. “Oh my god…” You breathed heavily, feeling hot and so fucking good.

“Nice and full, huh?” He teased, moving the toy just the slightest bit. “Come on, baby.” He cooed. “You have to get used to it if you wanna take the real thing sometime soon.”

You groaned in pleasure at the sound of that. “Please…” Fuck. The thought of his body on top of yours, his cock inside you was exhilarating.

Bucky left the toy there, keeping you filled to the brim with it as he lazily teased your overstimulated slit, making you cry out, and gasp, and moan, and shake with pleasure. Fuck, this was a lot. But it was so good being held like that, being played with…

You suddenly realised that this was your first time with someone in bed with you. You pulled away and looked up at him. You didn’t know what to say, not sure you’d be able to anyway. Not with how he was teasing your clit, occasionally giving the toy a tug before pushing it back in again. Deliberately slowly. Making you feel the textured skin, and all the veins you found so hot earlier.

“Bucky…” You whispered, looking up at him. Begging for something, anything.

“I know, angel.” He said, “I know. Are you ready to come for me?”

You nodded quickly, still holding onto his shoulders.

Bucky had a smug look on his face as he fucked you with the toy. Slow strokes. Letting you feel all of it. You looked down and moaned at the sight of that thickness moving in and out of you. You’d played with countless toys before, but this was different.

Different because he was here. He who had been starring in your dirtiest fantasies for months now. He was here, making you feel so fucking good you felt like you were about to lose your mind. Each time he pulled the toy out, you whimpered in need, wanting it back in again.

“Told you it’d fit.” He spoke to you softly. Or maybe he spoke at normal volume and you just heard it differently because of how fast and loud your heart was beating. “Look at how well you’re taking it.” A cocky chuckle, then he said, “Taking me.”

Oh damn him!

“I wish your fans could see this.” He mumbled against your open mouth, “I wish they could see me playing with you like this.”

You groaned out loud, feeling so full and sensitive as he fucked you with the toy until your body was shaking with how hard you came, wetness dripping down your thighs, down the toy, and even all over his fingers.

Bucky shoved the toy back in one last time, making you cry out again as you gasped for air, coming down for that delicious high. “Remember this feeling, baby. Get used to it.”

You vaguely remember him mumbling some more sweet nothings. Then you felt him cleaning you up with a damp towel. Removing your mask and wiping your makeup as best he could. You were barely able to keep your eyes open at this point.

Then he said, as he tucked you in bed, “You did so well tonight, angel. I’ll fuck you with the real thing next time.”

You were barely listening to him at this point. But the last thing you said caught your attention.

Next time? Oh.

Almost as if he heard it, Bucky smirked. “Next time,” He winked at you, “Get some rest, yeah?”

Then he began walking away. And he almost reached your bedroom before he turned back around again, and reached for you one more time. “Almost forgot.” He said as he pulled back your covers and leaned in to kiss your exposed thigh. His lips right on the little outline of a heart tattooed on your skin.

You would’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t so tired, your brain so foggy, your body so limp.

He playfully licked it, then kissed the area again. He gave your thigh a light smack and said, “Nobody else is kissing this tattoo, do you hear me? I licked it, it’s mine.”

You groaned in response.

And Bucky left your bedroom, smirking in triumph.

Leaving you both satiated and… not. Sure, you came. Hard. But you didn’t even get to touch him. You didn’t get to feel his bare skin, his warmth. Not even his mouth. Not even a proper kiss.

So you drifted off to sleep with a pout.

—

You didn’t see Bucky for the next couple of days. He’d left to go on a short mission with his teammates. So you didn’t have much to do with him gone. Except reply to some emails and overthink.

Obviously rules were broken. Lines were crossed. Nothing would ever be the same again. And you weren’t planning on leaving this job anytime soon so you were gonna have to find a way to be okay with that. With him. With what happened that night.

Part of you wanted it to happen again. You wanted him to barge into your room and take you, make you his. Like he promised. Next time.

The more rational part of you knew you should not want this.

But you did. So, so badly. Now that you’d had a taste, it wasn’t just a silly fantasy anymore. Bucky was addicting just like how you knew he’d be. He wasn’t even at the watchtower and you could still feel him each night when you got back in bed. Each time you livestreamed.

And you hoped he was watching. Somehow you knew he was watching. Even though he was away working, probably fighting someone or something or another. You knew he was watching all your streams so you put on a show each night.

Deliberately teasing him, wherever he was. One night, you even used the toy again.

For some reason, that did it.

Bucky was back the next morning.

You were stepping out of the elevator, early in the morning, ready for another day at work when Bucky grabbed you and pushed you back inside the metal box. He pressed the emergency button before pushing you against the cold wall. Trapping you between his large, muscular body and the cool metal behind you.

“Bucky.” You warned.

“Had your fun, huh?” He taunted. “You think it was funny teasing me like that? You think I wasn’t watching you last night?”

His voice… gods, his voice was unreal. The way he could make your knees weak. Make your body shake. Make you breathless just by being close to you and speaking to you like that.

He scoffed. “Or maybe you knew I did.” He thought out loud. “Is that why you did that, angel? Hmm? Tease me in front of thousands of your fans while they had no fucking idea?”

You finally found your voice. “Bucky, this isn’t right.” You argued, weakly. The rational part of your brain trying its hardest to be firm and assertive.

“Stop resisting me.” He said, letting his lips roam all over your cheek.

A bratty ‘no’ left your mouth before you could stop it.

He chuckled, pressing further into you. You could feel all of him pressing against your chest, your thighs, his breaths tickling your skin as he spoke, his lips brushing against the corners of your mouth. “You know what isn’t right, baby? You messing with my head. What isn’t right is how you fucked yourself with that toy and moaned my name under your breath last night. What isn’t right is this push and pull thing you’re doing. Just admit it. You want this.”

“Bucky…” You could barely breathe once you felt his hand roaming around, finding its way under the skirt of your dress and up. Up your thighs, sneaking in between your legs, his fingers tracing the shape of your tattoo hidden there.

“Want me to kiss it again?” He asked, making you think of that night when he did just that. And marked it and you as his. He pinched the skin around the tattoo. “Want me to lick it again? I know you liked it when I did that.” He asked, breathing into your ear.

Fuck. “Not here.” You gasped. Then realised what you said and quickly tried to correct yourself. “I– I mean, no. You can’t. This isn’t right.”

Bucky just laughed, his fingers lingering there in between your legs. Teasing you. “You can’t even lie well, baby.”

“Oh shut up.” You hissed, already hot and bothered and he hadn’t even touched you anywhere yet.

Bucky laughed again at your tone. “Is that how you talk to your boss?”

You just glared at him.

And he said, “Tonight. Wait for me in bed. No livestreams, no videochat, no more games. No more teasing.” He promised. “Just me and you, angel.”

—

That was the longest day you’d ever had.

Bucky being around made it even worse in the best ways possible. His stare lingered all over you. All day. You felt him staring even when you couldn’t see him. Every paper you handed him, every file, every post-it note, he brushed his hand against yours on purpose. His skin touching yours was electric.

And those eyes of his. Piercing. Deep blue. Reminding you of all the fun you’d have later.

At some point during the day, you stopped fighting it. You stopped pretending you wanted to do what was right. Because by the time the day ended, all you wanted was him. Just him.

Like he said. No more games, or mystery, or teasing.

“See you in a few hours, angel.” He whispered into your ear, right before you stepped into the elevator to go to your floor.

You didn’t answer. Because your heart was racing so fast and you were worried that if you opened your mouth, you’d end up saying some incoherent bullshit. And you didn’t want to embarrass yourself so you kinda just sent him a look and he held your stare with a smirk on his handsome face even as the elevator doors closed.

—

You took the longest shower after work. Mainly because you liked thinking in the shower. Overthinking rather.

Was it weird that you and your boss had scheduled a time to fuck later? Was it weird that he’d been seeing you naked on livestreams all this time? And he never ever made any kind of comment on it?

Was it weird that you were excited?

Fuck. Look at you. You scolded your own reflection in the mirror. Getting ready and everything all while pretending you’re gonna put an end to this because it’s wrong.

You scoffed as you tied the belt of your fluffy robe around your waist. Weak, horny woman.

—

Bucky was punctual. Knocking at your door right on time. The same time as your video chats.

You took a deep breath before you opened your bedroom door. Okay. Here goes…

You opened the door and Bucky was shirtless on the other side. Longish hair just the right amount of messy. Black sweatpants. All the muscles on display. And you didn’t know why but the sight of his own hair tie on his wrist was enough for you to grab him by the arm and pull him in.

“Oh,” He chuckled as he watched you shut the door and lock it. “I thought it was gonna take some more convincing but it seems–,”

You cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. Logic and reason be damned.

You kissed him hard, melting against him as he held you. His hand moved up your clothed body to grab your breast, squeezing it as he pushed you backward, walking you towards your bed.

“Come on, baby.” He whispered against your mouth, “On the bed.” He pushed you down onto it before he got on top of you. He held himself up above you with one hand, while the other explored your body. He undid the robe quickly, his hand caressing your exposed skin, his body heat seeped through and you were already moaning and squirming under him.

“Tell me you want this,” He whispered, kissing down your neck. His hand drifting down in between your legs already. “All those nights alone. All those toys. Tell me you want something real. Tell me you want me.” He kissed his way up again, kissing you like he meant it. Hard and deep.

You arched your back, pressing up against him and he groaned into your mouth before pulling away to look down at you. His stare was fiery, eyes darkening with lust. His voice was deeper than usual as he said, “Tell me, angel.”

You were breathless, trapped between his hard, strong body and the soft bed sheets. You were needy too, but you still pushed the limits of his patience and said nothing.

Bucky knew what you were doing, so he chuckled and said, “You can lie all you want. I know you’ve been wanting this. Got all dolled up for me, huh?” He looked to the side of your bed and smirked, “Got your fancy camera out and everything. Why? Hmm? For what?”

“Maybe I’ll turn it on later.” You said, “And film us and put it up on my site.” You taunted. “Maybe I’ll even let the men pay me to let them watch.”

Bucky wasn’t expecting it so it took him a moment, but then he chuckled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Yeah? You’ll let them pay you to watch you get fucked by me, huh? Is that what all this is about?” He teased. “You wanna use me for content?”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Bucky smirked, his hand leaving your throbbing little clit and came up to grab you by the throat. Aggressively. But not choking you entirely either. “I’m gonna give your fans a fucking show.” He hissed. “Gonna show them what it looks like when a real man fucks their darling little angel. You like being showered in their praises, huh? You love the fucking attention.” He chuckled. “Well I’m gonna let them watch as I fucking ruin you. You’re mine. You hear me? Mine!”

Then he was onto you again, kissing your lips even more ferociously before his mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, kissing and biting your breasts, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. He purposely avoided where you needed him the most as he knelt in between your bare legs and stared up at you.

You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare, burning with desire.

Bucky held your stare as he trailed his lips up to your thigh, kissed your little tattoo, then placed his hands on both your thighs and spread your legs further apart. “Fuck…” He swore, quietly under his breath as he gazed upon you. Your wetness slowly dripping out of you. “Do you know how desperately I’ve wanted to have you like this? Naked under me? Nice and open for me to taste?” He spoke and each warm breath of his made you whine and squirm even more as he held you there, open for him. “All those nights I had to lock myself in my room just so I wouldn’t come up here and make you all mine.”

“Bucky, please… fuck me.” You whispered, your voice breathy and desperate. You didn’t even bother hiding it.

He smirked, then quickly pressed his lips to your inner thigh, his mouth getting closer and closer to your core. You tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against your wet folds. Your body shivered and squirmed. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, long hair.

“Damn that mouth of yours,” You muttered, and tugged harder on his hair as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry out.

His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. You tugged at his hair again and he growled against your skin in response. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease.

“So fucking good…” Bucky whispered, more so to himself as he kept making you moan louder and louder just with his tongue. His broad shoulders parted your legs further apart as he leaned closer. His hands on your thighs, keeping your legs spread as far as they would go. He slowly brought a metal finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.

Then he paused. And you watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something shiny. A knife.

Prettiest knife you’d ever seen. And he casually dragged it across your skin, from your ankles up to your inner thighs.

You shivered under his cold touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. “Bucky…” You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he carefully tapped the blade against your clit repeatedly until you moaned.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked. And chuckled when you were only able to moan even louder in response.

“Yes…” You whispered, breathless and wanting. The rush upon seeing the blade so close to your skin was driving you insane.

He hummed in satisfaction. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently. And as if he wasn’t driving you crazy enough, he said, “You’ll let me carve my initials here one day?” He tapped the skin right next to your tattoo. “Or inside it? Your little heart’s kinda empty.”

You couldn’t believe him. “You’re insane.”

He chuckled. “Well, you did this to me.” He said, before ditching the knife for now and diving back in for more, making you cry out and grind against his tongue.

You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his addictive touch. “Bucky…” you moaned out loud, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you.

You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his hair as you came down from the high.

Bucky left small kisses up your body as he hovered above you again. He stared deep into your eyes as he brought his blade up again, tracing some of your tattoos with the tip of it. “I never knew you’d have this much ink all over your body. It’s so hot, baby, it drives me crazy. You’re like an actual work of art.” He murmured, lazily dragging the tip of the knife all over your skin. Dragging it down extra slowly when he reached in between your tits.

Down your ribcage, over your collarbones, your shoulders, down your biceps and forearms.

“Why do you hide it all so much? During the day?” He asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity. With his lips still wet from your arousal.

“My tattoos are… kinda like my little secrets. I show them off sometimes, when I want to. But most of the time, I like to keep them hidden.” You explained, hoping you made sense because you’d come so hard earlier you felt all floaty and light.

“I love them on you.” Bucky said, quietly. Like he was sharing a secret too. Then he threw the knife aside and traced the inky shapes with the tip of his finger.

You let out a groan. “Will you stop teasing me?”

Bucky’s smile was cocky as he said, “Yeah? What do you want, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, please.” You mumbled. “Fuck me, please, Bucky.”

Bucky smirked before leaning down to kiss you again as he slowly lowered his sweatpants, took his cock out and slid it inside of you, groaning as he went, burying himself into you. You cried out, just as expected, at his size. You felt his length stretching you, you gasped as he filled you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt.

He pulled away to watch you again, and he held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then slowly leaned down to give you a messy kiss. “That’s it, baby. Take all of it.” He whispered against your lips. “Just like how we practiced.”

Those words did it. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit.

“You look so good with my cock inside you, angel.” Bucky pulled away and watched you as you whined at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you.

You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you. This speed was new. With the toy he was much slower. You moaned, feeling all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body.

“Do I feel good inside you, angel?” He asked, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “Tell me.”

“Fuck…” You moaned at how perfect his hard and muscular body felt against yours. “Yes, you do. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m the only one, you hear me? There’ll be no one else.” He said. “No one else is gonna fuck you like this or I swear I’m gonna find some nice uses for all these knives. Do you hear me?”

You whimpered. “Yes…”

His long hair tickled your skin as he moved. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts were relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body, tight and hot. For once, you weren’t in control. This wasn’t you with your toys. This was you with a man who knew how to fuck good.

Bucky looked down at you as you clenched around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in.

“Look at that,” He whispered, “You were made for this. For me.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. “Are you going to come all over my cock, angel? Huh? Are you?”

You nodded, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Bucky loved that look on your face as he teased your clit, utter bliss and pleasure. And without the mask, he could get used to seeing this expression on your face. You were the prettiest thing ever.

“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock. He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently.

Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing.

And silly you for thinking this was it…

“I want more,” He said, as he pulled out. “Turn your camera on.”

You blinked as you looked up at him. “What?”

“Don’t go live. Just film us.” He grabbed your chin gently, looking deep into your eyes. “You don’t even have to send it to me. I just want you to have this. You know, spank bank material and all that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle in surprise. “I never thought I would hear those words ever leave my boss’ mouth.”

Bucky smiled at you. “Go.” He said, sounding impatient as he pulled away and gave you space to slide off the bed and turn your camera on.

You zoomed in for a close up shot so that your faces wouldn’t be in frame. “There, all done.”

“Come here.” He grabbed you and pulled you close again, kissing you hard before he flipped you around, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against your soft pillows. You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and teased in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan.

His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed the tattoos on your shoulders, the ones at the back of your neck, and down your spine, until his mouth reached your ear, “You ready to go again, angel?”

You nodded quickly, “Yes, please.”

“Of course you do. It’s all you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” He said softly, but you could hear the cockiness and untamed hunger in his deep, low voice. “All you wanted was some cock in you, huh? That’s why you kept using that toy in all your livestreams while I was away.” He chuckled, “You wanted to be ready, didn’t you? You wanted to be ready for when I came back and played with you, huh?”

“Yes…”

He licked along your neck and said, “You’re gonna come for me again, you hear me?” He bit down on your shoulder and you let out a loud moan. He chuckled at the sound of it. “Fuck, I love that sound you make. It sounds even better in real life.”

You whimpered, “Please.”

He pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders. Then you felt his hands on you as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. Slow and deliberate strokes, until he fit inside you fully.

“Fuck, tight little thing from this angle, aren’t you?” He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely and moved in and out of you desperately trying to make you come for him again.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, and your mind felt foggy, you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you, not easing into it this time.

He took you higher and higher. Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me again, baby.” He hissed, then moaned as you tightened around him, coming undone again.

He groaned and growled as he quickly pulled out and came all over your lower back as well, grunting and swearing under his breath. You whimpered as you felt his warm cum all over your skin. “Fuck,” Bucky swore, mumbling to himself, “Always wanted to come all over those tattoos.”

You let out a tired giggle. And Bucky groaned again.

“That fucking laugh will be the death of me.”

—

You traced imaginary shapes all over his chest as you both laid in your bed, catching your breaths. “I wanna play with the pretty knife again.”

Bucky chuckled. “Give me a minute, baby. I’m fucking spent.”

You scoffed. “Yeah I forgot you were like a hundred years old.”

You got a loud smack on your butt for that comment. It made you laugh as Bucky said, “Is this how you talk to your boss?”

“You’re not my boss when you’re naked in my bed, Barnes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then, go wear those pretty, pink lacy things for me. Then we can play with the knife all you want.” He ordered.

You rolled your eyes at him but got up anyway. “Is this what you’re gonna do? Fuck me in all my lingerie?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me to, angel.”

“Well, it’s getting late.” You teased him. “And I have work tomorrow.”

“Good thing you’re your boss’ favourite. He can bend some rules for you, I’m sure.” He had that smug smirk on his face. “Could bend more than just rules to be honest.”

“Perv.” You sassed, walking towards your closet as you said, “I better get a nice tip for this.”

Bucky chuckled, “Oh I’ll give you a nice tip.”

You shook your head. “Asshole.” Bucky smiled as he watched you walk away. His angel. Now finally, all his.

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