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Please write us perv eddie. Even if it's dark idc. Just him stealing the readers panties or "accidentally" tripping and groping her boob lol. She's into it the whole time. They're walking to the local ice cream shop and she stops directly in front of him and bends over to grab a flower on the ground and he runs *right* into her ass and just groans. Omg.
I won't do a whole fic but maybe just a little... (it's not DARK dark but eddie's pervy ofc and the reader is innocent... or so she seems)
(other warnings for dubious consent, somnophilia [not sex just watching her sleep for gratification], foot fetish, panty theft and dacryphilia)
You didn't even know what you were doing, that was what drove him crazy. When you chewed on your pencil in class, when you stretched your arms and arched your back which pushed your tits right out on display, when you wore sandals or flip-flops to school... you didn't even know that you were doing to him.
That time you sucked on a cherry popsicle, looking right at him as you hollowed your cheeks to drain the juice right out of it with your red-stained lips; he came in seconds after he got home, imagining those lips wrapped around him and mumbling praises as if you were really there on your knees.
Or when you were reading on his couch, and you took your sneakers off and put your feet up on his lap, wiggling your toes inside the white cotton socks... he couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if you rubbed his boner with your foot, or the way you would moan and squirm if he pulled one of your socks off right now and kissed your pretty toes...
Worst of all was when you cried; he felt like a real sicko the first time you were upset about something and cried onto his shoulder, sniffling and sobbing pathetically. He was hard as a fucking rock. He wanted to push your head down into his lap and fill your mouth while you cried on his cock; he wanted to make you bounce on his dick and call you his little crybaby.
Most of the time, Eddie didn't feel bad at all for being like this, though every once in a while a little guilt would seep in. The guilt, though, was a bit erotic in its own way. Knowing he was creeping on you when you were just an innocent little girl, barely eighteen, who thought he was just your first friend in boring-new-town Hawkins... knowing it was wrong and dirty just made it better.
Like when he'd been visiting your house and asked to use your bathroom just so he could pilfer through the hamper and find a used pair of your panties. He almost busted in his jeans when he smelled them, and tried to imagine what dirty thought made your panties so wet with your delicious scent.
He took those panties home and fucked them for hours until they were soaked in his come. He liked to imagine you, somehow, putting them back on and wearing his come right up against your cute little pussy all day. He'd be the luckiest guy in the fucking world.
But the worst thing he'd ever done was when you came over and ended up falling asleep on his bed. He could've done a lot worse with that, but he did his best to contain himself. He was just going to watch you, but then he realized that your skirt had ridden up and, from just the right angle, he could see up under it to your little pink panties. Instantly all the blood that was supposed to be in his brain rushed to his cock and he had to take it out, he had to stare at your tiny mound hidden under the fabric and your sweet, peaceful face as he got himself off.
He tried to be quiet so he wouldn't wake you, but there was still the soft clinking of his belt as he opened it and the slow slide of his zipper.
A low sigh fell out of his mouth when he got his hand around his aching cock. Your cute little hand would feel so much nicer; it's a shame that you fell asleep with your sneakers on or he'd be looking at your feet right about now...
But the upskirt view was plenty to work with. If only he was brave enough to flip that skirt up and look at your pretty ass in pink lace. That ass would look so good covered in his handprints and bruises.
If only he could see the shape of your pussy, even just the dip in between where the fabric hugged onto your lips; but your legs were too close together for--
You shifted slightly and he started to put his cock back in his pants, but your eyes were still shut. He got down on his knees at the foot of the bed and had to bite his lip and shut his eyes to keep from moaning.
You had spread your legs and given him the perfect view of your panty-covered cunt. It looked so fucking cute-- he leaned in a little and saw the little bump where your clit must be. He wanted more already, he wanted to see your folds all slick and sensitive, he wanted to see your tiny little hole... he wanted to see your other hole, too.
He stroked his cock faster, throat bobbing as he tried to stay quiet. Dirty fucking slut, you know what you're doing, don't you? he imagined telling you as he pulled you over his lap and spanked you.
No, I swear! you would cry, so cute with your big eyes full of tears. I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you!
You'll finish what you started?
You would nod and bite your lip, getting on your knees for him.
You hummed softly in your sleep, holding his pillow tighter, and he squeezed his cock with a low groan. This was the best thing since he told you that pretending to shake a salt shaker on your tongue would make you taste salt. Dumb little girl, you just kept trying and trying when it didn't work, and he nearly creamed in his jeans.
Naughty baby... he thought to himself. I'll teach you everything, I'll teach you how to be a good slut, just for me.
He stroked himself faster and faster, eyes darting back and forth between your spread legs and your innocent face. His wallet chain and loose hanging belt were chiming rhythmically as he jerked faster and faster-- he was already so close and he wanted to fucking coat you, come right on your clothes and face and hair and--
Fuck. Where was he actually going to come? He couldn't do it on you, he didn't have a rag-- oh god, what's the plan?
You handed him the stolen panties from under his mattress. "Try this," you suggested.
He choked on his own throat as he looked back at you, sitting up and smiling at him with eyes wide open.
"Well? Isn't this what you usually come in?" you tilted your head.
He started to try to stammer out an excuse, tried to start pulling his jeans back up, but you just giggled.
"I was wondering when you were gonna man up and make a move," you explained, batting your eyelashes at him. "I've been waiting forever!"
He blinked at you rapidly, totally unable to respond. "Uh-- I-- what?"
"Come here and tell me about how cute I look sleeping," you cooed as you sat up and tugged on his shirt to pull him closer. "And I'll tell you about how cute you look trying to hide a boner."
Steve Rogers getting flustered over stockings prompt please... Been thinking about it all day 😭
Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings: dark!Steve Rogers; forced nudity; stockings kink; masturbation; rubbing it off to silky stockings;
guys this is depraved and weird 😳😳
"Do it slowly." He said, his voice cracked as his breath hitched.
You nodded nervously and did as told. Your fingers shook even harder now that he made you stretch this moment out.
When you were hired as Steve Rogers' maid you felt elated - a solid job at a respectable house. And Mister Rogers was very respectful, up to a point.
He mentioned he wants you to do your chores in a proper uniform and you rolled your eyes, expecting some stiff french maid outfit.
But he placed in front of you a pair of stockings and a garter belt.
And nothing else.
Oh no, one item more - a gun. Pointed at you.
He made you undress in front of him, unbothered by your tears. Then waited for you to put the garter belt and stockings on.
You clasped the belt around your waist, black lace stretching over the curve of your hips. You bent down to slowly roll one stocking up. You could hear Steve's moan as the silk pulled over your calf.
"Put your foot here," he motioned at the narrow space between his spread legs.
You bent your leg and put your foot where he pointed, continuing to roll the stocking over your thigh.
As you fumbled with straps, catching the lacy trim on the hooks, Rogers unzipped his pants. You whimpered, few tears streaming down your cheeks. But you continued, afraid of what he'd do to you if you stopped.
He took his cock out, stroking it with one hand as he ran his other hand up your calf. The slide of stocking beneath his fingers seemed to turn him on.
When you switched to the other leg, placing your foot in the exact same spot he wanted earlier, Steve gripped your ankle.
He yanked your foot higher, placing it over his crotch. Now you felt the movement of his hand jerking himself off, rubbing the tip of his dick against the silk of the stocking.
"Go on, my little slut," Steve moaned, "Put the other one on."
With trembling hands you secured the stocking while he rubbed against your calf.
He let go of your leg when you finished. His gaze traveled up your legs slowly while his hand remained on his dick.
"Turn around," he ordered, his eyes scanning every inch of your stockings-covered lower half.
Suddenly he yanked you back. You fell over his lap and he cradled you in his arms.
Steve forced your legs together and slid his cock between your thighs. When you fought against him, he gripped your wrists in one hand then fisted your hair and pulled your head back painfully.
"Be good to me, little slut, and you'll get rewarded." He growled in your ear, thrusting his hips.
"May even let you cum," he laughed darkly.
You wept silently as he fucked between your thighs. He wasn't even interested in looking at your face, all of his focus on the head of his cock appearing between your legs as he got off on your thighs.
Steve didn't restrict his moans. It made you feel even dirtier, more defiled than you already were.
You were scared of what else he could do to you.
Few minutes later, after he spilled all over your stockings, Steve forced you to your knees.
"Your first spot to clean today," he pulled your head down onto his dick.
Queen Kinny! If you get a chance and or feel like it could you please grace us with some Bucky with a forced breeding kink 🤤🤤🫣 thank you mams ily
Third Date
18+
Content Warning: Dark!Bucky x Reader, mature themes, threat, dark kinks, dub!con, face-slapping, sado-masochism, dacryphilia, forced breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, knife kink, mention of murder, kidnapping.
ALWAYS ESTABLISH A SAFE-WORD DURING KINKY SEX
You sit on the bed, curled up next to Bucky as a horror film plays on his television. To an outsider, it may seem too soon to be this comfortable around him, but three dates have been more than enough for you to establish a connection and even some trust for Bucky. He's sweet, funny, remembers small things about you, and has bought you flowers every single week since you met five weeks ago.
"This part gets a little nasty," He warns you lowly, stroking your arm. "You might wanna look away."
"I'm the one who wanted to watch a horror," You point out with an eye-roll. "I'm not squeamish."
"S'that right? You don't mind a little gore?" He asks teasingly. "A little blood and guts?"
"Love it," You quip. "The bloodier, the better."
Lowering his voice, he stares down at you with a blank face. "What if I kill you like Krueger's about to kill Debbie?"
You gasp playfully. "Spoiler alert."
"I could, you know," He mumbles, leaning closer to you.
"You could kill me?" You ask, feeling your heart pound in your chest.
"Easily," Bucky claims with a whisper. "Think about it. Any of your friends know you're here with me tonight?"
"They know I'm on a date," You tell him, before adding, "They don't know who with."
"What about your phone?" He asks, tilting his head. "Can they see your location?"
"If I send it to them," You answer.
Licking his lips, he moves his hand from your shoulder down to your waist. "Give it to me," He orders you bluntly, no hint of humor on his face. Hypnotized by the look in his eyes, you pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him before watching as he turns it off and places it on the night stand. "There. None of them know where you are, and you have no way of telling them. I could physically overpower you with ease," He goes on to tell you bluntly. "Mentally, too. Your fear would make you a lousy fighter. I'd have you tied up in a minute."
"Oh, yeah?" You ask, unable to hide how turned on you are. "With the rope you have just laying around?"
"It would take three seconds for me to grab it from under the bed," He admits, pulling you closer. "Once I've got you nice and powerless, all tied up like a pretty present for me, I could play with you all I want. Maybe even torture you a little, if you fight back too hard. Wait until you're crying harder than you thought possible; so hard you can feel your skull shake. And then, when you finally accept that you've lost, and there's no hope left, and that gorgeous light in your eyes is snubbed out, that's when I'd do it. That's when I'd kill you."
You let out a shaky breath as your legs squeeze together. Why do you find him so hot? "How?" You ask with a whisper. "How would you kill me?"
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "The bloodier, the better," He mumbles, glancing down at your neck.
"Messy," You utter simply, feeling small under his dark gaze.
Your comment makes his eyes light up. "Just the way I like it," Bucky tells you with a sly grin. When he notices the desire in your eyes as you instinctively move closer to him, he tilts his head with a curious look on his face. "You're a kinky little thing, aren't you?"
Biting your lip, you nod. "Mhm."
He clenches his jaw before cupping your face in his big hand and stroking your cheek. "I bet you'd get wet just from me slapping your pretty face."
An almost inaudible whimper leaves your mouth, but he hears it. His lips pull up into a smirk. Without warning, he slaps you. Instantly, you gasp as your legs squeeze together. A shot of excitement rushes through you as you feel your mind go blank.
Bucky soothingly rubs your cheek for a few seconds before slapping it harder. This time, you let out a small yelp of pain as you wince.
"You're so fucking cute," He mutters with a slight pout, keeping your face firmly in his grip. "Knew you'd be a dirty little girl the second I laid eyes on you. Eager to please me, hmm? To make me proud?"
"Yes, Sir," You reply obediently, clinging onto his arm.
"That's a good girl," He coos, before his tone flattens. "Take off your dress."
You know your friends would be disappointed to know you're having sex on the third date, but you don't care. It's rare to find a man with the exact kind of energy you want, and Bucky seems to be able to provide just that. You also know that people tend to get bored and lose interest easily, so you'll take advantage of this opportunity to have great, kinky sex while it's still on offer.
Standing up, you turn back to him before slowly peeling off your dress. Bucky sits back and watches you with his hands behind his head, blue eyes scanning your body as you present it to him. The bow on your panties makes him smile. His little gift.
Once you're in nothing but your underwear, he gestures for you to get back on the bed, which you do. He pulls you on top of him with your legs on either side of him, and gives you a deep kiss. His hunger and dark desire comes through in the way he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, invading you. With your wrists being held tightly in his grip, you pull away, breathing heavily.
"Should- we should have a safeword," You suggest with a whisper.
Suddenly, he laughs, a cunning glint sparkling in his eyes. "What for?" He asks you, as though your proposal is the most preposterous he's ever heard.
"In case I want you to stop," You explain, which only makes him laugh harder.
"Oh, baby, don't be stupid," He begins, chuckling in a patronizing way before his face drops. "I'm not gonna stop."
Fuck. You know you shouldn't be, but you're turned on by his dark words. You've never had sex with a dom without a safeword before, but something about Bucky makes you throw all caution to the wind and give up all power to him. Please don't end up regretting this.
Before you know it, Bucky's ripping off your underwear with a knife and when did that knife get in his hand?
He pushes you onto your back and puts the blade between his teeth before pinning you down. Then, he takes the knife out of his mouth before holding it to your throat. "You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
Your heart races. He's amazing. "Yes, daddy," You reply with a whisper.
He smirks, shaking his head. "No, no. You don't get to call me that, yet. You have to earn it. Do you understand?"
Letting out a shaky breath, you nod, feeling the tip of the blade graze against your neck. "Yes, Sir."
"Gotta prove that you're a good little girl," He mutters, mostly to himself. "Then, maybe I'll keep you."
This guy's dirty talk has you soaked.
And he soons finds that out for himself when he glances down at your quivering pussy to see it weeping with your juices. With an arrogant smirk, he runs the handle of the knife through your folds and up to your clit, making you gasp.
"I'm gonna give you two options here, because I'm such a nice guy," He tells you bluntly. "You're either gonna cum on my knife, or you're gonna bleed on it."
Your heart skips a beat at his warning, but when he begins rubbing your swollen clit with the handle, you know you'll be cumming easily. "Oh, fuck," You whine, bucking your hips up as the pleasure courses through you. Just as he builds up a rhythm and you feel your core tighten, he lowers the handle until it's at your entrance, making your eyes widen.
"Didn't think it'd be that easy, did you, puppy?" He asks you teasingly. "I may be a nice man, but I'm not that nice."
With that, he inches the handle into your cunt, making your body tense up. The width of it has you wincing in pain. You hold your breath as he pushes it all the way in to where the handle meets the metal blade, before slowly pulling it back out again. As he begins to fuck you with it, Bucky groans.
"Fuck, I need to get this," He whispers before grabbing a disposable camera from his nightstand and flashing a picture of you. You're too lost in bliss to care or even notice, letting out ungodly moans as the ridges of the handle rub against your walls. "Such a dirty fucking whore, letting me treat you like this."
He speeds up his actions, fucking the knife in and out of you faster, flashing more pictures of your face as it contorts with pleasure. Soon, you feel your orgasm build up, and Bucky senses it.
"That's it, puppy," He mutters through a clenched jaw. "Cum all over my knife, like the filthy little slut you are."
Your eyes roll back as you let go, shaking as your orgasm thunders through you. A loud cry leaves your mouth while Bucky chuckles darkly, continuing to fuck you with the handle through your high, stopping only when your body convulses.
"Good job, puppy," He mumbles, placing the knife on the pillow next to your head. "Wanna know what that earned you?"
You nod eagerly, breathing heavily as your heart races.
Leaning over you, Bucky slaps your cheek harshly, and you let out a squeak. With a wry smirk, he moves closer to you and kisses your lips softly. "That's what it earned you, puppy," He whispers. "What do you say?"
"Thank you," You reply with wide eyes.
"For what, hmm?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Th- thank you for slapping me, da- Sir," You say obediently.
"Aww, you adorable little thing," Bucky coos teasingly, stroking your sore cheek. "Wanna see how hard you make me?"
"Yes, please," You answer immediately.
He winks at you before moving back onto his knees and pulling off his shirt. His pants are quick to follow, as well as his navy boxers. Released is his hard cock, bouncing slightly as it leaks tiny droplets of pre-cum. You almost drool at the sight of it; it has to be the thickest, longest cock you've ever seen in person.
"Come over here and get your face fucked," He mutters lowly. "Hang off the edge of the bed."
You obey him, lying on your back with your head hanging off in anticipation for his next action. Bucky comes to stand behind you, and slaps your cheek with his cock a few times.
"I'll tell you what, pup," He begins, smearing his pre cum on your skin. "If you cry for me while deepthroating my cock, you'll earn the right to call me daddy. Got it?"
Your heart skips a beat with excitement. "Yes, Sir."
"That's my girl," He mumbles, making your stomach flip as he brings the tip to your mouth. "Open up."
The second you part your lips, he forces his way in, pushing his cock against your tongue as he reaches for the back of your throat. He hits it in seconds, immediately making you gag as you eyes bulge.
"That's it," He coos. "Take every fucking inch, like the good little slut you are."
It doesn't take long for your eyes to fill with tears as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth, mercilessly. He laughs darkly as the tears spill out and glide across your skin to meet your hairline.
"Oh, fuck," He groans. "My puppy looks so pretty when she cries on my cock. Shit."
The room fills with the sound of your gags and his grunts, the filthy noises making your clit throb. Bucky fucks your face harder for a few seconds before pulling his cock out, letting you catch your breath.
"As much as I'd love to cum in your throat and all over your pretty face," He begins, roughly pulling you up by your arm. "I wanna cum inside you tonight, pup."
Breathing heavily, you wipe your wet chin and get up to your knees in front of him. "I- I'm not on the pill," You inform him.
A smirk grows on his face. "Is that right?" He mumbles, stroking your cheek. "That's okay. Don't worry, baby."
His reassurance, though empty of any real solution, does well to soothe you. You get up and lay your head on the pillow, eagerly anticipating his next move. Fumbling around in his nightstand drawer, Bucky pulls out a silver pair of handcuffs. Your heart skips a beat as he smirks down at the nervousness on your features.
"Are you scared?" He asks you with a whisper as he takes your right wrist and cuffs it to the bedpost.
The cold metal makes you shiver as you shake your head. "No," You answer him.
"Oh, puppy," He mumbles patronizingly with a chuckle, getting on top of you. "You should be."
His words only serve to excite you further and you feel tingles up and down your skin. He then gets on top of you, roughly spreading apart your legs and kneeling between them. You see him reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom, which makes you relax. Leaning your head back against the pillow, you close your eyes and take a few breaths while trying to brace yourself for what you know might be the best sex you've ever had. The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open makes your stomach flip with excitement.
When you feel his tip rubbing against your folds, your eyes shoot open. Bucky leans down with a coy smirk on his face, giving you a soft kiss as he edges into you. He feels even thicker than he did in your mouth, making you suck in a sharp breath.
"Fuck," He whispers as he continues sinking into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Such a tight little cunt for me."
A string of whimpers entwined with moans leaves your mouth and your legs wrap around his waist, wordlessly urging him to fuck you as deep as possible.
Bucky wraps his hand around your throat and begins to fuck into you hard and fast, his thrusts wild and animalistic. Your loud moans are converted into squeaks as his grip on your neck tightens, dancing alongside his gruff grunts. "Fuck, you feel so good," He groans, clenching his jaw as his eyes burn into yours. "My good little puppy, aren't you?"
"Yes," You manage to reply, finding your voice as he loosens his hand around your throat. "I'm yours, daddy."
"You're daddy's little fucktoy, that's what you are," He growls, slamming into you harder, almost to the point of pain. "Mine to fuck like a whore. To keep."
You wince as he his cock hits your cervix, making your hips buck up. "Bucky, slow down," You request as your stomach flips.
"Aww, am I going too hard for you, baby?" He coos patronizingly. "I thought you liked it rough, hmm? Thought you were a big girl who could handle it?"
He never lets up, continuing to fuck you hard and fast, before suddenly slapping your cheek.
"It feels good to be my fucktoy, doesn't it?" He asks you slyly, smirking. "To be used and abused by me? Huh?"
Your sore cheek heats up as your mind goes blank. "Yes, daddy," You reply obediently.
"I know, puppy," Bucky mutters. "I knew you were nothing but a slut the moment I met you. Knew you'd be such a good fucking toy for me."
The pain subsides as electric pleasure courses through your veins, overtaking you. It feels good to hand over all control to him; letting him bend and mold your body and mind to his will. When you feel your pleasure building up, you dig your nails into his shoulder and throw your head back.
"Daddy, I'm gonna..." You trail off weakly, overwhelmed by your bliss.
"Not yet, puppy," He orders you sternly, tightly grabbing your cheeks in his hand. "Don't you fucking dare cum before daddy tells you to."
A cry leaves your mouth as you take a deep breath, doing everything you can to hold off your orgasm.
His thrusts grow sloppy and he leans down, a wry smirk growing on his lips. "You were too fucking easy, puppy," He mutters, cupping your cheek. "Made it so easy for daddy to win you over, didn't you?"
Coherent words are far from what you're able to produce at this moment, and all you do is stare back up at him while moaning lowly.
He tilts his head, a curious look on his face. "Did you watch me put the condom on?"
That makes you falter. "Huh?" You whisper.
"You didn't," Bucky murmurs darkly. "Did you?"
Your brows furrow together. "What-"
"I'm gonna get you pregnant," He reveals with no hint of humor on his features.
His words make your stomach drop and you press your hand to his chest, attempting to push him away. "No, Bucky," You say gravely. "I'm being serious. If you really aren't wearing a condom, you cannot cum in-"
"Shut the fuck up," He cuts you off, gripping your cheeks in his hand painfully tight. "You're lucky I like you so much, puppy. In fact, I think you might be my favorite."
Terror strikes you at his sordid expression. What the fuck have you got yourself into?
"Is this a kink thing?" You whisper, hoping to God he says yes.
He tuts, shaking his head with a soft smile on his lips. "You're so fucking cute, puppy. I knew choosing you would be a good idea," He mumbles, continuing to fuck you rhythmically. "You ready to cum for me?"
"Bucky, please," You whine. "Please, don't cum inside me-" You stop midway when you feel his fingers rub your clit in fast circles. Your body freezes up as he fucks you faster.
"Come on, you stupid slut, cum for me," He growls. "It's all you're good for. Be my obedient toy. Show me why I should keep you around."
You can't help but fall victim to his pleasure once more, ignoring all the sirens in your head as he takes you to the realm of bliss. Once again, you feel close to the edge of your climax, and he can tell.
"That's it, you dumb little girl," He says mockingly, smirking. "Can't help but be an easy slut, can you? A little bit of attention, a bouquet of flowers once a week, coupla compliments, and you spread your fuckin' legs for me without even asking for my last name. Sluts like you are my favorite kind."
Although you know you should be concerned, you're utterly enraptured. His filthy words are enough to push you over the edge and soon enough, you fall off the cliff of bliss and cum all over him.
"That's it, puppy," He praises you with a wicked grin, fucking you faster through your orgasm. "Just like that. Fuck, you're such a good slut. And I'm gonna knock you up, baby. Gonna use you for what you were made for; gonna breed you. Make you a mommy."
"Please don't," You cry weakly, thrusting your hips up in an attempt to push him off.
"Don't be difficult now, puppy, this is what you were made for," Bucky tells you soothingly, fucking into you harder. "You were made to be my toy. You're gonna be my personal breeding machine, hmm?"
"Don't," You warn him sternly, as though you could ever intimidate him while naked and underneath him.
"Gonna cum so deep inside you, mommy," He groans, cupping your face in his hands. "Fill you up the way you were made to be."
"P- please," You whimper, feeling your mind weaken as you fall limp beneath him.
"Shh, just take it like the good fucktoy you are, gonna get you pregnant, gonna be so pretty," Bucky mumbles as he feels his cock twitch inside you. "Fuck, mommy, take it all."
You gasp as you feel his warm seed shoot inside you, making your hips buck up as you shudder.
"Oh, fuck, yes," He grunts, thrusting hard a few more times as he empties his balls inside you. "That's my good girl, take it all."
You whine as he pulls out, groaning with his head thrown back. Your heart races and you can feel his cum seeping out of you. Note to self: get some Plan B first thing in the morning.
Bucky kneels up on the bed and runs a hand through his hair, breathing heavily as he looks down at you.
"That wasn't... you should've have done that," You tell him, shaking your head. "I thought you were wearing a condom - you lied to me?"
"I never lied, baby," He mumbles, stroking your thigh. "You're just too stupid to have noticed the difference."
With a scoff, you sit up and move away from him, pulling on the handcuff. "Unlock this cuff; I'm leaving," You huff, disgusted at him, and also at yourself.
Suddenly, he grabs your ankle and drags you back, making you squeal. Once you're back under him, he pins you down to the bed with a dangerously dark look in his eyes.
"What is wrong with you-"
"Shut the fuck up," Bucky growls, scanning your face. "You know, my plan was to kill you on the first date. But you were just so gorgeous and captivating, I had to see you again. And again. I thought I could get you out of my system and that I'd finally be able to do it tonight, after fucking you."
You're frozen in place, eyes wide and heart racing. Who the fuck is this man?
"But now, I think I'm gonna keep you. At least for a little while," He mumbles, stroking your cheek. "I really do like you, puppy. You're special. Not like any of the others."
Speechless, you simply lay there, wondering if you're about to wake up - or if he's about to break character and tell you he's been role-playing this whole time.
"I'm gonna run you a bath," Bucky tells you lowly, slowly getting off you and standing up. His hand rests on your sore thigh which he gently strokes, up and down. "Please, don't try to run. I really don't wanna have to break one of your legs to make you behave. Promise?"
An incredulous scoff leaves your mouth as your lips part. "I...I promise," You whisper, not sure whether or not you mean it.
A smile breaks out on his lips and he leans down to kiss your cheek. "I appreciate you being a good girl. And don't worry - good girls get rewards," He swears with a smirk. "I'll be right back. Get some rest, puppy; you'll need it."
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Knowing myself I’ll prolly get myself in this situation too if a man who looks like Bucky pursued me. I’m an idiot for men who can over power me with words. 😩😩🫣
