𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 — your a pornstar, going live everyday, making content for your fans to see. but, Bucky is undeniably obsessed with you, silently stalking you and becomes your number one fan that leads into something more than just being that..
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿!𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
— 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝟭𝟴+ : no use of y/n, obsessive/stalker behavior, voyeurism, online sex work, possessive behavior, masturbation, surveillance, stalking, praise kink, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, squirting, rough sex, spanking, marking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, bdsm
— 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: sooo this is my first ever smut I’ve published and written, it may be kind of bad so my apologies 🥲 also heavily inspired by @slutdier’s smuts, go check her out!! ♡
Bucky sighed as he tipped open the head of his computer again to only find your name at the top of his search bar. He had been following you, watching your every move, unbeknownst to you, you just thought he was one of your most generous fans.
Everytime you were live, whether it be you wiggling your tits, or ass against the camera, he’d always donate an absurd amount of money to you.
jamesbarnes donated $100, then it would be $200 the next time you went live, and it would just keep going up, and up.
You’d always smile innocently at the camera, as if what you were doing was so innocent and reading off the donation list, you would follow with a “thank you for the donation, james!” With a bite of your lip.
He would get rock hard at the sight of that and you saying his name so sweetly, but also by the way you shook your boobs infront of the camera, the nips of them hard as he studied then and as his hand went further and further down his sweatpants.
“Fuck, you don’t know what your doin to me girl” as his hand wrapped around the balls and base of his cock as he sprung himself free to relieve himself at the angelic sight of you. He would only go faster and faster as you then proceeded to lay down on your bed, with both of your fingers inside of you, trying to curl them at the right spot and when you did, you’d let out the most pornagraphic moan and stare right into the camera lense.
He would stare right back in unison with your eyes, and in sync with your moans, as if you two were timed at the exact same time. He would only continue to go even harder on himself, picturing his metal, cooling against the walls of your pussy, fingers filling you up to the brim instead.
He almost felt bad for you, you could hardly even stretch yourself out so you had to add a third finger
“Look at you, poor thing,” he rasped as his flesh hand pumped over his dick, “can barely take care of yourself and that sweet pussy of yours, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you doll”
A few more strokes of himself and watching you as you both came undone at the same time, the thought of you squirting against his balls as he’s buried deep in you flooded his mind as he came to the edge.
“You’ve got me makin’ a mess now baby,” he rasped as he stared down at the patches of where he came on his sweatpants, only to glance back up at you with your arm over your face as your gasping for air after your orgasm, legs shaking profusely.
He sat there, just breathing and taking in the sight of you against his computer as if you were the air he needed. He sat there for a few more minutes until you ended your live and he shut his computer, walking up to get some tissues to clean up his mess you caused.
This was his tradition, every day and night he would sit in front of his computer, and always sign into your lives. But that also wasn’t the only thing that was a ritual for him, he knew you outside of your lives and videos. He knew everything about you, from the stores you shopped at to get the lingerie he could picture himself ripping off once he got his hands on you, to when you’d be home late at night, fresh out of the shower with little water droplets all over yourself. Meanwhile he’d be right there, he was always right there, silently guarding you like it was his life’s purpose. You were too innocent for this cruel world in his eyes, regardless that you were a full on pornstar, he still seen you as something only he needed to protect and lay eyes on.
You would open up your portal and after every livestream, you’d always see the familiar username, jamesbarnes being your #1 viewer and fan. You’d smirk to yourself, you want to get to know him more than him just being your top viewer, so you decided to host a giveaway, and that whoever gave you the most donations in one stream, got a free meetup with you.
But Bucky didn’t need a meetup to get to know you, he already did know you. From how you tried to pleasure yourself but could never fill yourself up quite enough to hit that sweet spot, to how you bent yourself over in your mirror in doggystyle, with your tripod aimed just close enough to see your pussy when you thought nobody was looking, but Bucky was, and he absolutely loved it. You were so naive, how could he not want to keep you locked away for nobody else’s sake by his?
So when he found out from one of your videos that you were doing a giveaway, he seized his as his opportunity. He would always try to outdo and beat all the horny, old-men with wives back home who would beat themselves dry to you. The giveaway only lasted about a week, and sure enough, when you looked at the weekly top donations, jamesbarnes was at the top once again. Your eyes widened a bit, “damn,” you said to yourself, you were relieved that he was at the top and not some random stranger who just wanted a night with you just to discard you the next. You couldn’t do that anymore, you’ve tried and that’s why you decided to become a full-time pornstar, just fucking yourself in front of a camera and nobody else, until Bucky came into the equation.
You messaged him shortly after, he opened up his computer to see that he had won, and a smile came across his lips.
urfavoritetemptress: hey james! I saw that you were my top donator, so you know what that means :) you won my giveaway!!
jamesbarnes: hey doll, I’m honored to have won.
You smiled, he seemed more genuine than the other guys you’ve been with and who have won your past giveaways previous to this stranger.
After chatting back and forth, you both agreed on a date next week to meet up. Bucky prepped himself the whole next week for your meeting, he wanted it to go perfectly. He went to a little flower shop the day of and got a bouquet of flowers, in just a few short hours he wouldn’t just be meeting the girl he’s been obsessed with for months, but the one he’s also been following around everywhere and knew everything about.
The plan was to meet up at a little cafe in the square of town, and he was there almost 30 minutes early, sitting at a table awkwardly as if he had just been stood up, bouquet sitting on his lap for you. You showed up, clearly taking time into yourself to look presentable, with your hair falling in loose curls and an outfit you spent hours trying to decide on if he’d like it or not.
He saw you walk through the doors and was captivated by your effortless beauty, you were even more beautiful up close instead of how he looked at you far away through your windows.
You smiled once you saw him and walked over to the table he was sitting at, you noticed the flowers in his metal hand and your cheeks turned a shade of pink
“Are those for me?” You asked him, and he was blushing so much it’s crazy. “Uh- yeah, they are, I tried to find a kind I thought you’d like but they only had these-“ you cut him off by taking them out of his hand. “This is so sweet of you, I love them! They’re my favorites, how’d you know?” You smiled, dimples showing in your face. He thought in the back of his mind, “if only you knew dollface.” But fought it out of his mind, “oh, well that’s good then. I’m glad you love them,” he stroked the back of his neck nervously.
You both sat there and chit chatted back and fourth, and he offered to take you back to his place, so you agreed. He walked you out to his motorcycle parked right outside the cafe and helped you on it.
“Are you sure this thing is safe to ride on?” You questioned him, but you knew deep down that his motorcycle wasn’t be the only thing you want to be riding on top of.
“Yup. I promise, I’ve got ya” he said, guiding you by your hips onto the back of it like a gentleman and then hopped onto the front of it. You wrapped your arms around his waist almost on instinct as you both took off.
Even the slightest touch of you made him solid through his jeans, praying a silent prayer that you didn’t notice the dent. You both came to a hilt once you reached your destination and he helped you off of it, guiding you with his metal hand on the nape of your back towards the front of his apartment.
“It’s not the best lookin’ place but it works,” he said and you looked up at him, “it’s just perfect for me, don’t worry” you smiled. Just by looking down at you smiling up at him made his knees almost give out from under him. He couldn’t help it anymore that he was undeniably obsessed with you, and he wasn’t letting you go. Ever.
You walked into the furnished apartment that was spotless, as he guided you towards his couch in the middle of the living room, diagonally from the bedroom he’d have you in later. You sat down, “do you want a water or anything baby?” He said smoothly, you could’ve almost melted when he called you that. “No thank you, I’m okay.” You said back as he grabbed himself some whiskey into a glass with ice as he walked over to where you were sitting and sat down right next to you. Knees almost brushing as he manspread slightly beside you, you didn’t dare to move, his touch felt like something you’d yearned for since forever. Inviting, captivating, welcoming, and you took it all in.
“So what made you want to donate so much to me?” You asked, breaking the silence between you two. He almost froze, he couldn’t say “I’ve watched you almost everyday and wanted you to notice me,” so he made up an excuse
“I wanted to finally meet you in person, not through a computer screen,” your heart almost leaped through your chest. That’s the first time somebody’s ever told you that ever since you started being a pornstar. “Well, I’m honored james-“ he cut you off. “You can call me Bucky, doll. Call me whatever your heart desires.” You seized this as your opportunity to finally pounce on him like a caged animal.
“So does that mean I get to call you daddy too?” You say teasingly while batting your eyes at him as he froze. Whiskey glass in hand, he almost dropped it once that came off your tongue. As he took a swing of it, he looked back at you and sat it on his table, and picked you up with his metal arm, effortlessly as if you weighed nothing. Throwing you over his shoulder, as your ass was exposed to the cold air in his house through your thin, pink thong you wore with a little bow on the front, his flesh hand smacked it.
“I’m gonna show you who your daddy is, little girl.” He snapped right back in response, as you were carried from the living room and thrown onto your back into his perfectly made bed.
His lips crashed on yours, you felt the lipgloss you had put on hours before get wiped off by his tongue against your teeth as you opened up your mouth to him, he groaned softly as your tongue collided with his, almost like you two were wrestling tongues to see who’d win. His hand wrapped in your hair, giving it a soft and slight pull as you arched backwards, he moved his mouth from yours and slowly, teasingly to your neck. He sucked, bit and did whatever he could to leave marks on you to prove to everybody that you were his and only his.
He took his time and worshipped your body, inch by inch, curve by curve, his hands kept yours above your head so you wouldn’t dare to budge. He slowly and teasingly made his way down to your pussy, breath fanning against your sensitive clit that was aching for him to touch it.
“Look at you, already dripping wet for me huh? Sweet little thing, I’m gonna take real good care of you, don’t you worry your pretty head” he said before he dived into your slick folds like he hasn’t ate a real meal in months. His tongue slowly inserting itself inside your fluttered, tight walls and out, making sure to curl it right at your sweet spot
Your back arched off the cushion of his bed, as he let his metal arm down and kept his flesh one holding yours. “Shhh, it’s okay doll, I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be filled till you can’t take it, your fingers aren’t doing the job aren’t they sweetie?”
You shook your head, trying to rasp a “no” but before you even could form the words he inserted his metal fingers, inserting one, then two inside of you. You could’ve seen the stars, you were so drunk off the temperature change and pleasure he was giving you. From his warm tongue being inside of you to his slick and cold metal fingers. “Oh my- fuck Bucky!” You moaned out loudly, sure enough his neighbors would hear.
“That’s not my name now is it?” He teased, “cmon, don’t be shy now babydoll.” He slowly started sliding his fingers out of you until you answered
“Daddy!” You whimpered out from the loss of stimulation, until he pushed them right back to where they were inside of you. You felt a warm ball in your stomach “I’m gonna cum- ohmygosh please let me cum daddy!” You cried, tears threatening to break loose from him adding his thumb, rubbing over your clit. Your hips bucked back on him, grinding against his fingers inside your folds.
“That’s it, be a good girl and squirt on your daddy’s face, I wanna taste you on my tongue” he said low and filthy as he removed his fingers and continued to eat you out until you squirted all over his beard, coating his skin in your juices and he lapped it all up, not wanting to waste any of it. “Mmm, there we go, my filthy little girl, you taste so fucking good. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He said as he made his way back up to your face and kissed you, sloppily, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue.
He undid the belt of his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to the ground as his cock sprung free. Pre-cum already coating the tip of his head as his arousal from you only continued to grow.
“You ready to take the real thing baby?” He asked softly, you shook your head yes as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, making sure to stretch you out all the way until his balls hit your ass. You moaned lewdly as he reached to the brim, as he started thrusting inside of you, he felt you try to budge against his hands that still held yours down.
“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked,
“I wanna to go live, so everybody can see you ruining me for them.”
He could’ve came right then and there, the way you said that so innocently compared to what you actually meant made him go crazy about you.
He let go of your hand as he still remained inside of you as you reached over from your discarded jacket you had worn, and reached out a video camera, one you used for recording close angles. You flipped it on and hit record as the red light flickered on and you left it on his nightstand as he continued to pound into you with no remorse.
“This is better than I could’ve ever imagined, your so tight, pussy swallowing my cock whole and not letting go” he grunted out between his thrusts as his forehead pressed against yours and as your back continued arching on his mattress. His heavy balls hitting your ass with every thrust he made, making a loud noise every time. You could only manage to slur out incoherent words as you felt yourself going stupid on his dick.
“Is my sweet girl getting fucked so good that she’s goin’ dumb?” He said coaxingly, when you didn’t respond, he flipped you over onto your stomach and smacked your rear with his metal hand. You tried to said “yes,” but it was barely audible, “I didn’t hear ya sweetie” teasing you, “Show the camera what happens to bad girls who don’t answer properly” he said as he continued smacking your ass “Yes daddy!” You screamed, “you fuck me so good, better than anybody else or my fingers!”
“That’s what I thought” he said under his breath, flipping you back over to your original position and continuing what he started, he glanced down to your stomach and seen the print of his dick in your stomach, poking out like a sore thumb.
“Look at this, you look so pretty like this, my cock inside you so deep you can see it” he continued to thrust harder and harder until you climaxed again, this time coating his dick instead of his face. “You want me to fill you up like the good little girl you are?” He asked you, you could’ve almost came for a second time in an instant after he said that. “Yes- I want your cum inside me,” you cried, the tears that were threatening to spill out earlier were now flowing like a river down your face, ruining your bit of makeup you had on earlier. He kissed your tears and wiped them away with his thumb. “I’ll load your pussy up baby, so full to where it leaks out of you everytime you walk or open your legs.”
He then came undone, his thick load coating your walls deep with himself as he stayed inside of you for a moment and then pulled out slightly, letting the cum drip down your inner thighs, and then slowly back inside, not wanting to waste a single drop.
Your eyes shut, noticeable tear marks were down your face as your makeup was ruined from him ruining you. He thought this was the sweetest sight he’d seen in decades, hell, even centuries. He looked at you lovingly as you mustered enough strength to flip off the camera and looked back into his captivating, blue eyes.
He slid out of you and fell onto his back against his pillows as he laid you on his chest, you felt him breathe under your head, trying to catch his breath. “You know-“ he said, you looked up at him attentively, listening to every word he said. “I don’t want this to be a one and done thing..” he rasped out. You’ve never had somebody tell you that before after one of these gigs, normally, you’d get thrown out the day after like a piece of trash and move on, but something with Bucky felt so different. He wasn’t like the rest, and you both knew that. “I’m gonna be honest with you, doll. I’ve been.. watching you.. for awhile now. Not just on livestreams, but in person too..” your eyes slightly widened, as you braced yourself up with your arm on your head as you laid still on his chest. “I’m sorry- I sound like a weirdo, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He said with instant regret of finally confessing he’d been watching you from afar all this time and fear of you being scared of that fact.
“You want me to be honest too?” You looked at him, making sure to hold eye contact with him. His gaze met yours, slowly but surely he nodded his head in a “yes” motion.
“I’ve been watching you too, ever since I seen you donate and be my top fan, I did some research, found out who you were and watched you from a distance.”
“Fuck” he said under his breath, kissing you, but this time differently. Tender, loving, scared to let you go. Relief washed over him like a flood, but turned on by the fact that your feelings were mutual with each other.
He pulled away, his gaze not dare breaking yours. “We’re crazy, doll” he muttered, chuckling softly. You felt yourself grow wet again, even though you were filled deep with his load. “Yeah maybe just a bit, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You confessed as you laid your head back down as he reached his metal hand up again to stroke your hair, lovingly as he kissed your forehead in unison as you drifted off into his arms.
