meanwhile my brain: thinking of all the places they can fuck me in public while i’m wearing a mini skirt and they’re filling me with their cum and i’m calling them daddy and 😵💫
tags (check before reading): stepcest (stepdad bucky barnes x stepdaughter reader); reader is 21+ !!; cheating mentions; smut; daddy kink; dirty talking; possessive bucky barnes
stepdad bucky who never calls you by your first name when you're alone anymore. Only “bunny”, “sweet girl”, or, when he's deep inside you and losing composure… “my little girl”.
stepdad bucky who told himself it was a one-time mistake the first time it happened after too much whiskey and you in those tiny sleep shorts sitting too close on the couch. Except he never actually tried to stop it from happening again; he just got better at hiding the evidence (and at making sure you were the one begging for it next time).
stepdad bucky who’s obsessed with how small your wrists look when he pins them above your head with just his metal hand. He’ll hold both your wrists in that cold grip and use the human hand to spread you open so he can watch his cock disappear inside you inch by inch while murmuring, “Look how good your little pussy takes daddy, bunny. Made for this, weren’t you?”
stepdad bucky who discovered very early how hard you clench when he growls “shouldn’t be fuckin’ my own stepdaughter” right against your ear. So now he says it every single time he fucks you, all filthy and a little mocking, just the way you like it.
stepdad bucky who started doing “innocent” shower visits that turned into him pressing you face-first against the tiles, metal forearm banded across your chest, human hand between your legs rubbing circles on your clit while he fucks you from behind. “Quiet, bunny. Mom’s still asleep down the hall. You gonna be good and come on daddy’s cock without waking her?”
stepdad bucky who loves to mark you up. And not small marks; dark, finger-sized bruises on your thighs, bite marks on your tits, a handprint on your ass. When you whine that someone might see, he just smirks and shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Then keep your fuckin’ clothes on around other people, hm?”
stepdad bucky who hates hearing you call other men “daddy”, even as a joke. One time you said it teasingly about a fictional character; he bent you over the kitchen island within thirty seconds, yanked your leggings down just enough, and fucked you so hard the edge of the counter left a bruise on your hips.
stepdad bucky who’s ruined you for anyone else’s fingers. If you try touching yourself when he’s not home, it never feels right. You end up whining into his neck the second he walks through the door, grabbing his wrist and guiding his metal hand between your thighs. He just smirks, already knows what’s wrong. “Poor bunny couldn’t do it without daddy’s fingers, huh? Let me fix that.”
stepdad bucky who’s started “checking” you before you leave the house. Fingers sliding under your skirt or dress to make sure you’re not wearing panties, because he told you not to. If you are, he makes you take them off right there in the hallway, stuffs them in his pocket, and replaces them with two thick fingers curling inside you while he kisses you and says, “Better be this wet when you get home, or daddy’s gonna be very disappointed.”
stepdad bucky who deep down knows this is wrong, but he stopped caring the first time you looked up at him with teary eyes and whispered “please, daddy, don’t stop”.
The looks he gives you after you’ve just said yet another bratty thing 😵💫😵💫
Pairing: Demon Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Public Sex sort of . Read it and you'll get it. Demon Bucky is 6'5" and tired of your mouth, possessive Bucky, praise kink, hint of crying kink, spanking, degradation kink, oral (fem receiving), smut, choking, demon au/magical elements. No minors.
A/N: This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble for a challenge so whoops.
You love riling him up. Bucky is always sexy, but when he’s angry and on the verge of snapping, he’s irresistible. Like tonight. You’re standing outside of your favorite restaurant, the cool autumn air sweeping across your ankles, but you don’t feel the chill, not with his heated glare warming your skin.
Bucky bites back a sneer, the muscles in his jaw twitching, he wonders if you know how hard he’s fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your neck and make you apologize. On your knees. Those pretty eyes on him while he fucks your throat.
Your sassy little mouth looks better when it’s full of his cock, anyway.
Bucky knows that this is his fault, he’s let you get away with too much. Ever since he rescued you from the foolish cult that tried to sacrifice you to Andy, the word ‘no’ vanished from his vocabulary. Much like the two of you did seconds before, Barber could get his claws on you.
His jaw tightens, eyes flashing a vibrant black at the memory of his girl on the shoddy altar, the other demons reaching for you. He dispels the image, clearing his head. No. You belong to him. And only him. Bucky would kill the devil himself to protect you.
Even if you’re a brat. One that’s currently skating on his very last nerve.
He blinks twice, remembering that he’s in public, his eyes fade back to your favorite shade of stormy blue.
How he lets you get away with so much, he’ll never understand. But you’re about to learn what happens when you push your demon too far.
Bucky tilts his head down, staring at you with one brow raised. “Stop it and we can still have a good night, little one. Cut the attitude, you know you’re just hungry.” His voice deepens to a near growl, “But first you’re going to apologize right now.”
Bucky is giving you a chance, a lifeline you really should accept, but neither of you are surprised when your mouth snaps open. “Or you’ll what?”
You glance around the crowded sidewalk, a cocky smirk flits across your face. He hides a smile, it’s cute how you think these frail humans could protect you from him. You step closer to him, your heels sliding between his combat boots and you grab his leather jacket, pulling him down to your face.
“You gonna show all these people your horns? Are you gonna spank me? Huh, Bucky?” Patting his bearded cheek, you ignore the flash of black consuming his blue eyes. “You’re not going to do a damn thing.”
His deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and you feel it vibrate on your skin. Your smirk slides off your face. He brushes his lips over yours, a soft chaste kiss. “Are you sure, little one?”
You study his face, a sliver of uncertainty slithering down your spine at his confident tone. No, he wouldn’t, it’s too risky, too many people around him. It’s why you waited until after you got out of the car to sass him.
Clearing your throat, you bolster up the courage to spit out. “You heard me, James.”
He cocks his head to the side, brows lifting to his hairline at the sound of his name on your pretty tongue. James is it? You know better.
Bucky places his large hands on your waist and pulls you even closer to his chest. “Dont say I didn’t warn you.”
You’re about to fire off another bratty retort when you feel it-him. His hands slide up under your skirt, dry warm rough palms moving up your legs. You glance down to see his hands firmly curved around your waist, but you feel his fingers massaging your inner thighs.
“What the fuck?” You mumble, mouth dropping open, forming an ‘O’, tilting your head back to stare up at him. “How?”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to you, sweet girl.” His large hands-his other hands-spread your thighs apart, your heels pushing into his boots.
You glance around the street, the lights from the restaurant beaming down on you, casting a glow around your bodies, you see people eating through the floor-to-ceiling window next to you.
Bucky grabs your chin, turning your face back to his. He pulls your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. “But you’re about to learn,” he hums.
Something warm and wet slides across your pussy, swirling around your clit with precision. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your nails dig into his wrist, the unexpected sparks of pleasure have you rocking back on your heels.
Another slow swipe, the sensation so familiar you instantly know it’s his tongue, the very one he’s dragging across his pink bottom lip as if he’s tasting you. But considering the way his eyes are smirking at you, maybe he is.
ohfuck
His tongue flickers over your clit, alternating between slow licks and soft pulls into what feels like his mouth. You bury your face in his chest, trying desperately to hold in the soft whimpers in your throat. Pressure building on itself, white-hot pleasure knotting tightly in your belly, his tongue viciously lashing through you.
Your hands grasp the front of his shirt, short huffs spilling from your lips. It feels amazing. The trepidation of knowing he’s tongue fucking you in the middle of a busy street enhances your high. Something firm and warm nudges your pussy.
Thick and large. Masculine and powerful. All him.
Images of him fucking you flash through your mind. And you feel all of it, all of him at once. His cock driving into your pussy, glistening with each stroke, your back arched off the bed. You on all fours, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his rough thrusts. You bent over the couch in his office, one leg pushed up so he can go even deeper.
Bucky has always dominated you, his control over your body makes you so wet your panties are constantly drenched and you crave him in ways you didn’t know was possible. But this? Oh, this is something you know you’re going to get addicted to.
Bucky smiles down at you, rubbing your back. His mouth skims the shell of your ear. “Should make you beg for it.”
He will, he has and right now you can’t take that.
“Please, please,” you cry out, your words muffled by his shirt, the sensations of him splitting you in two fading, you plead with him to fuck you, not caring how you sound because you want him inside you so bad it hurts, your pussy clenching around nothing. “I’ll be so good.”
“You will be after I ruin your pretty little cunt, let's see how long it takes to fuck the attitude out of you. ” he replies, holding you closer to his chest. His cock eases into your pulsating pussy inch by thick inch, so smooth and slow ensuring you feel every vein and ridge.
yesfuckyes
Your knees buckle from the stretch, a pleasurable burn you’ll never get used to coursing through you like flash fire, leaving trails of euphoria bliss in its wake.
sofuckinggood
You would have collapsed to the ground but his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright. Pleasure surges up your spine and through your vein, his thick swollen head striking your spot as he pulls out, before you can even feel empty, he’s back inside you, faster and deeper-his languid thrusts quickening.
Bucky rubs your lower back, his head lowered to the curve of your neck. To anyone walking past you, it looks like he’s comforting his weeping girlfriend. No one but you and Bucky knows that’s he’s ruthlessly fucking you in the middle of the street.
You wouldn’t give a fuck if they did, not if he keeps pounding into your pussy the way that he is. It’s incredible, so fucking good, you think, eyes squeezed shut as you cling to his shirt.
Bucky steps back, pushing down your hands. You wobble on your heels, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. He casually looks at his watch. “Hmm, don’t want to be late. Let’s go sweet girl, we can finish our discussion inside.”
You shake your head, glancing back into the restaurant. The very crowded restaurant. “No Bucky,” you hiss softly, “We can’t-ah.”
The sharp sting of his hand vibrates across your ass, it takes a second for you to process the burning pain. He folds his arms across his chest, staring down at you. “Guess I need to fuck that word out of your vocabulary.” Especially since I can’t seem to say it to you, he thinks, keeping that knowledge to himself. Lilth, help him if you ever discovered that fact. Amusement laces his tone, his darkening eyes daring you to say something else.
Your protests crumble and wither on your tongue, the next smack sends you stumbling back into his arms. You feel his fingers on your ass, a brief caress, pushing into your tender skin before the next slap. rains down on you. Again and again. You’re even wetter, your velvety walls clamping down on his cock.
“So-sorry, fuck yes,” you moan shamelessly into his chest, almost incoherent from the pleasure and pain radiating through you.
“That’s what I thought.”
Bucky places his hand on your back, guiding you into the restaurant. You don’t even know how you made it to the table, your head spinning from his cock moving in tandem with each tortuous yet blissful step inside the building.
In and out of your pussy, deeper and faster, your legs trembling so much you don’t know how they’re supporting your weight. You’ve never been happier to see your reserved table. You collapse in the chair, and instantly the change in angles pulls him so deep inside your cunt that he’s in your belly.
“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you hoarsely gasp, keeping your voice low, keenly aware of the couples sitting around you.
“What a filthy mouth, you need to behave sweet girl. We’re in public,” he playfully chides, placing a kiss on your neck. Bucky pushes your chair in, his hands smoothing down your bare arms. When did he take your coat off? You can’t think with his cock hitting every nerve in your tight cunt.
You grasp the ends of the table, staring at the silverware in front of you. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, willing your hips to stay still even as he fucks you harder.
The salacious sloshing of your cunt taking every inch drowned out by the clinking of glasses and conversations around you.
“Oh, she’s fine, real good in fact.” His smug tone drifts across the table. “Now we’ll have a bottle of your Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru-the 1949.” Bucky smiles charmingly at the waiter.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” The waiter gives you a curious glance before heading back to the kitchen.
Bucky takes your hands in his. “Look at me.” The command shoots through you, your eyes locking on his eyes without a thought. Rough, calloused fingers twist your nipple and your clit pulses in response. “You belong to me, your smile, your heart, your very soul is all mine. That pretty pussy wrapped around my cock is mine. I can fuck you whenever and whenever I want and your greedy little pussy will beg for me more.”
“Remember that the next time you want to mouth off to me.” His fingers trail down your chest, past your belly, to your clit.
Bucky is enjoying watching you fall apart, proud of your self-control. Fuck, if he knew this was how you were going to respond, he would have done this months ago. Bucky can’t wait for you to test him again, there’s so much more he’s going to show you.
This is enough for now.
His eyes soften, a smile flits across his handsome face. “Я бы разорвал небеса и ад по вкусу твоей сладкой киски.” I'd tear heaven and hell apart for a taste of your sweet pussy.
You feel the heat of his skin on your aching clit as he rolls it between his rough wide fingers; it feels so amazing fuck you swear he’s really touching you.
Tears prick your eyes after a deep thrust nearly knocks you out of your chair. He keeps his eyes on you, reaching out to catch the tear coasting down your cheek. “So pretty.”
You want to scream from how it good feels, it’s so hard to keep your mouth closed, your body trembling from your efforts. The waiter returns, setting two glasses down, pouring the expensive wine with a flourish that would have normally made you smile. Instead, you keep your eyes on Bucky, listening to him order for the both of you.
Once the waiter leaves again, Buck places his elbow on the table, his knuckles trailing down your face, over your nose.
“You’re going to make a mess on that fancy chair. Everyone’s going to know what a greedy little cockslut you are. My gorgeous slut.” he teases with an edge of possessiveness, his eyes caressing your face, encouraging you to rock your hips into his phantom touch.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet girl,” he smiles, it’s a rhetorical question, he can always tell when you’re about to cum, his thumb sweeping over your jaw as he cups your head in his large hand. “Go on, I got you.”
His cock slams into you, the sounds of the restaurant dulling into an inaudible murmur. The world around you fades away until it’s only Bucky you see. And fuck you feel him all around you, licking and rolling your clit, his cock going so deep you feel him in your throat, his lips kissing your lips, sucking your moans, and sighs into his mouth. Sensation after sensation bursting inside you, the pressure snapping in two until you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
“Cum for me.”
A wanton sob slips out of your mouth, sudden pressure-his hand around your throat clamping over your tender skin sends you over the edge. Your head drops to the table, your mouth going slack. You see stars, actual stars behind your eyes, the pleasure so intense you can’t breathe.
“See, I knew you could be a good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” Bucky praises you, coaxing you through your orgasm. His fingers push into your mouth, muffling your sobs. Gentle hands push you back up just as the waiter returns with your food.
You lean back on the chair, gasping for air, your pussy spasming, small aftershocks of your orgasm spiraling through you. The dull roar in your ear snaps and the noise of the restaurant resumes, your vision clearing.
The waiter cuts another look at you, slowly placing the plates in front of you, he scampers away after Bucky taps the table with his knuckles, his cold eyes searing through the husky man.
Bucky turns his attention back to you, his devious gaze warming your heated skin. Your racing heart pounds in your chest, your thighs clenching in anticipation.
“Now you’re going to sit there and warm my cock until we’re done with our meal.”
He takes a sip of his blood-red wine, setting the glass on the table, thoughtfully strumming his fingers on the linen tablecloth. “Maybe I’ll fuck your throat, make you gag in front of all these nice people.”
Bucky’s eyes brighten the longer he studies you, his broad shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. “Could do both.”
Oh fuck.
You lose your grip on your fork; the metal bouncing off the plate. Dropping your head back, the golden chandelier swaying over you, you cover your mouth, moaning softly under your breath as his enormous cock stretches your fluttering walls.
Bucky tilts your chin back down and he picks up your fork, a dark, wicked smirk on his face. “Now open wide.”
Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Totally got carried away with this one. I'll learn to drabble someday.
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