Bathroom adventures (1)
Summary: You meet a blue-eyed man at a club.
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom stall), dirty talk, sex with a stranger, cuddling & snuggling, possessive Bucky
A/N: So, you all voted for Bucky and Mafia Bucky in my polls. Here we go with Mafia Bucky.
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It’s been a long time since he lost control like this.
One moment he tried to make the deal of his life, and the next he dragged you inside the bathroom to have his way with you.
James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t lose his composure for some pussy, but he makes an exception for you.
That’s how he ended up in the shady bathroom, his slacks and boxer briefs pooling around his ankles. His usually neatly gelled-back hair is a mess and falls into his face.
He’s slamming his hips into your ass while he holds your upper arms in a tight grip to keep you from squirming.
You whimper with every deep thrust. It’s all you can do. The pleasure and the fear of getting caught overwhelm you as you are a ragdoll in this man’s clutches.
“Fuck, you take me like a pro. What a woman.”
You frown. “No one ever called me professional before.”
It’s not like you to let a guy you just met rail you against a bathroom stall. But Bucky is something else. One look at the cocky and self-confident bastard and you were done for.
He bought you a drink and chatted you up for a moment before you found yourself on his lap, grinding against his swelling cock.
“It’s a—” he groans in your ear as you push back onto his twitching length, “compliment, doll. This cunt is the best I ever had. It’s worth the money I’ll lose tonight.”
“M-oney?” you stutter when he hits your g-spot. “Fuck…”
“Can we stop talking,” he speeds up. “I want to fill this naughty cunt up before we talk about shit. I love that your sweet pussy sucks me in like it didn’t get any in months.”
He’s not as charming as before, but fuck it that man knows how to use his cock.
“Fuck. Hurry up,” you get impatient, and don’t want to regret giving in to his advances so easily. If he says something stupid again, he might ruin your pleasure. “Make me cum.”
“Aw, you think you’re in charge,” he laughs at your attitude. “Cute.”
Bucky stills his movement to grip your shoulders. He squeezes your flesh hard as he starts to hammer into you as if you are nothing but a doll he can use to get off.
“Fuck…harder…please.”
“Buck—hurry the fuck up,” someone barks from outside the bathroom. “Everyone at the club can hear her squeak.”
“Fuck …off,” Bucky growls. “I want to enjoy this ride.” He breathlessly grunts at whoever dares to disturb you.
“Please.”
“Fucking cum,” he grunts.
The damn breaks when he slaps your pussy with his metal hand. Your clit thrums and you come all over him, soaking his cock with your juices. “Fuck…oh…God.”
“Just Bucky,” he grunts in your ear as he speeds up once again. “I will fill this cunt up, doll. Do you want me to mark it, huh? Maybe I’ll show everyone at the club that this is mine from now on.”
“Just do it,” you breathlessly reply. “Fill me up.”
“BUCK! Hurry up! Stark won’t wait forever!”
“Fuck him!” Bucky slams his metal hand against the door of the bathroom stall. He shouts profanities along with praises as he comes hot and heavy inside of your pulsing cunt. “Shit, that’s the best cunt I ever had.”
“You said that already,” you chuckle. “Maybe we should get clean and be on our way.” You clear your throat, suddenly too aware that you fucked a stranger at a seedy bathroom at an even shadier club. “I still want to find my friends, you know.”
“Hmm,” he toys with your clit, humming as you start grinding against his fingers. “No. I think you should come with me and sit on my lap while I get all the money I want from Stark.”
“BUCK! Last warning!” the man outside gets impatient. “Move your ass outside or we will lose a fucking lot of money.”
“Shut up, Steve. Christ, tell Stark I’m on my way. Order a drink for the annoying bastard,” Bucky mutters. “I’ll be there in a minute or two…”
“I thought you are done with her,” Stark glances at you in Bucky’s lap. You were too tired and worn out to protest as Bucky insisted on bringing you on his lap.
Now his arms are wrapped tightly around your body as you rest your head against his shoulder.
“If you would turn your attention back toward the deal, we can all go home. Unlike you, I have plans for tonight,” Bucky smirks darkly when Tony uncomfortably shifts in his seat. “What will it be?”
“Fine, let’s make a deal then,” the mobster grunts. “I see you got better things to do tonight…”
“I should head home now,” you yawn as Bucky guides you toward his car. “Shit, I forgot to look for the girls. They will be so mad at me for disappearing.”
“They didn’t miss ya, right?” he purrs. “How about you come home with me, doll? We can get back to what we started at the bathroom stall.”
You giggle as his hand drifts toward your ass. “I got to get up early,” you whine.
“Do you want to get up early or do you want to spend the rest of the week with me,” he whispers in your ear. “Your choice.”
“I could lose my job,” you gnaw at your lower lip as he drops his arm from around your shoulders to unlock his car and open the door for you.
“Do you like your job,” he watches you think about his offer. “Doll?”
“Kinda.”
“Not good enough,” he flashes you a smile. “If you lose your job, I’ll get you a new one. A better one. Promised. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“You don’t even know my name,” you shoot back.
“But you know mine, doll,” he holds out his hand. “And I got the rest of the week to find out yours…”
“You’re something else.”
You watch Bucky walk back toward you to cup your face. He tilts his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re something else too. Now, choose.”
“If I lose my job…you’ll get me a new one. A better one,” you whisper against his lips. “I’ll keep you up on that promise, Bucky.”
“Of course, you will…”
Hiding in the shadows Steve and the rest of Bucky’s entourage watch you and the mobster with amusement.
“I guess he lured another sweet girl in. Do you think she will last a little longer than the others?”
“Hmmm,” Steve watches his friend kiss you again. “He’s sweeter with her. Maybe he really likes that one.”
>> Part 2
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