After Hours
Pairing || CEO!DBF!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary || Bucky is away on a business trip, but that doesn't stop you from giving him a steamy show in his office over the phone. The next morning, he returns early to give you exactly what you deserve for teasing him.
Word Count || 6073
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is mid/late 40’s), forbidden/secret romance/relationship, pet names, teasing, anal play, fingering, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough fucking, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || Back with a fic :) Hopefully more to come soon...
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
CEO!Bucky Masterlist
Bucky had been gone for three days.
Three days of back-to-back meetings overseas, constant phone calls, time zone differences, and barely a moment to breathe, let alone talk to you.
You weren't supposed to miss him this much. He was your dad's best friend. His business partner. His co-CEO. The man you were never supposed to be involved with. But that hadn't stopped you from falling into bed with—let alone falling for entirely.
But you had. A long time ago.
Monday — 8:47 PM
The office building was dark and quiet after hours. You slipped inside Bucky's office like you had done so many times before, only this time, he wasn't there waiting like he usually would.
The scent of his cologne lingered in the room—musky, expensive, familiar, and so delicious, making the ache between your thighs worse.
You flicked on the desk lamp, bathing your scene, the mahogany surface, in a soft glow. With trembling fingers, you propped your phone, framing the shot—making sure it caught the desk and you. The phone caught your reflection: hair done, lips glossed, tight black skirt hugging your curves, and heels on.
You looked like temptation, and it would drive Bucky insane.
Your heart thudded against your chest as you reached into your purse and pulled out the small metal toy he had left you, the weight cool and heavy in your palm.
You swallowed the nervous flutter in your chest and hit the call button. The phone barely rang once before his voice came through.
"Miss me already, doll?"
You bit your bottom lip, cheeks warming at the sound of him, knees nearly giving out.
"More than I should," you murmured, already breathless.
"You in my office?" he hummed, the smirk evident in his tone. He already knew the answer. He had cameras in the building and in the room. Of course he knew.
"Just me, your desk," you purred, slow and sultry, "and the butt plug you gave me."
A harsh, guttural groan tore through the line, making your knees buckle again. "Fuck. Turn the camera on. Now."
Not a request. A demand.
You turned it on, making sure it captured the desk, and then slowly you stepped into view, hips swaying, your ass tight in the skirt he loved.
"You gonna be good for me tonight?" he murmured, voice thick and possessive. "Or are you gonna be my filthy girl?"
You glanced over your shoulder at the camera, lips curled into a smirk.
"Why can't I be both?"
That earned you a low, dark, and dangerous laugh. "Show me."
You kicked off your heels and slowly peeled off the skirt with teasing slowness, giving him a show, revealing a lace thong that barely covered anything, earning a deep growl on the other end.
"Look at you, baby," he rasped. "Fuck, look at that ass."
You gave it a little shake, earning another growl, before sliding your panties down and crawling onto the desk on all fours. Your elbows rested on the cool surface. Back arched, ass high.
You spread your legs a little wider, letting the glow from the lamp catch the glistening between your thighs, both your holes on display for Bucky. Your body ripe and aching for his touch. You could feel your heartbeat pulsing between your legs, pounding against your chest.
You reached down and teased your clit in slow, tight circles, making Bucky's breath catch.
"That's my girl," he rasped, hot and ragged. "Just look at that fucking view. Your sweet little pussy dripping for me, and that tight ass... fuck, baby. All for me. All mine."
Your fingers reached for the plug, slicking it through your folds, coating it in your arousal, before guiding it to your tight rim. You gasped at the cold kiss of metal, breath shaking as you slowly pushed it in until the plug stretched you open and filled you completely.
Bucky witnessed it all—the tremble of your hips, thighs quivering, the glistening pooling where you needed him the most.
You imagined him on the other end—eyes dark with need, jaw clenched, palming himself over his trousers as he watched you give yourself over to the pleasure on his desk. And the worst part? He wasn't here. He couldn't touch you.
"I feel so full, Bucky," you whispered, rolling your hips in slow, needy circles while teasing your clit.
"Yeah?" His voice was wrecked. "Fuck, baby. I know you're making that fucked-out expression I love. You always do when I've got you stuffed like that. Ass full with my cock as I tease your clit."
You whimpered, rolling your hips more firmly to feel the plug press deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, your orgasm threatening at the edges.
"I wish you were here, Bucky," you panted. "I wish you were here to fuck me through it."
"Trust me, princess," he said, voice tight, "when I get back, I'm wrecking that pussy, and ass. You won't be able to sit properly for days when I'm done with you."
"I'll let you ruin me on your desk," you whispered, playing with your clit, fingers teasing your entrance. "Bend me over and use me."
His growl was pure sin. "Oh, I will." He promised. "I'm gonna fuck both your holes until you forget your name."
You moaned, pussy clenched around nothing, yearning for his dick inside you, filling you, completing you.
"Tell me what you want, doll," he demanded. "Talk to me while you fuck yourself on my desk."
You plunged two fingers deep in your pussy, curving them like Bucky would. Your vision blurred with heat and need as you moaned at the fullness.
"Fuck," you whimpered. "I-I want your mouth all over me... I want your fingers inside me, your tongue on my clit... I w-want you to choke me while you fuck me deep and hard... Bucky, please."
"You're such a filthy girl for me," he rasped into the phone, groaning. "Jesus fuck."
You glanced over your shoulder at the camera, eyes hooded, fingers deep in your pussy, butt-plug stretching your ass. "Only for you, Bucky."
You pulled out, rubbing slow, teasing circles on your clit as your hips rocked back and forth, the plug hitting the perfect spot inside you.
"F-fuck," you gasped, plunging your fingers deep again and curling them. "I-I'm gonna come..." Your voice was almost a sob now.
"Don't you dare," he cut in, rough and commanding. "Not until I say so."
You whimpered, the need for release clawing at your insides, making your back arch. "Please, Bucky. I need it, I need you..."
"Tell me what you'll do when I get home," he demanded, voice firm. "Tell me how you'll make it up to me for being such a bad girl and teasing me like this. Then, I'll let you come."
"I'll let you bend me over and fuck me raw, stretch me open, make me come until I can't speak... then I'll get on my knees and suck your cock until you're shaking..."
His breath hitched. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me. Jesus fuck," he groaned.
Your fingers moved faster, desperate, pressure building fast. "Please... let me... please, let me come, Bucky. Please..." you whimpered, clenching around your fingers.
A beat of silence, making you teeter on the edge of bliss. Then:
"Come for me, doll. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart."
And you did. Hard.
You cried in bliss. Your body shook as the orgasm ripped through you—back arched, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around your fingers while the plug held firm and deep. Your mouth dropped open, the moan long and broken in the empty office, hips bucking against the pressure.
"Fuck," Bucky groaned heavily. "You're so fucking perfect, baby."
You collapsed onto the desk, cheek pressed against the cool surface, heart racing, breath ragged.
"You better hurry home soon, Bucky."
"You better be waiting for me like that," he uttered." Legs spread, plug in, pussy wet and ready for my cock."
You smiled to yourself, slow and wicked. "I'll be here..."
Thursday — 8:07 AM
Your heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, nerves buzzing beneath your skin as you crossed the familiar lobby of your father's company. Polished tile, towering glass. All the same as yesterday.
But today it felt different.
Off.
You hadn't slept.
Not really.
Not after last night. Not after what you did in Bucky's office, bent over his desk, ass in the air, moaning his name into the silence while he watched from thousands of miles away.
You could still feel the weight of the plug inside you. The ache between your legs. The rasp of his voice through the phone as you came for him.
He wasn't supposed to be back yet.
Two more nights. Two more days of pretending your skin didn't burn when your dad said his name. Two more days of pretending you weren't so far gone for the man you were never supposed to touch.
But when the elevator doors opened, your body froze.
There he was.
Bucky Barnes.
In the flesh.
Standing beside your father, calm and composed in a tailored suit that hugged his broad chest, perfectly pressed as though he hadn't just spent hours on a plane.
His expression was unreadable, smooth and professional, but his eyes?
His eyes were on you.
Your pulse skipped, and you almost choked on your breath. He wasn't supposed to be back yet. And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to be looking at you like that. Like he was already imagining what he's going to do to you once he gets you all alone.
You forced your legs to move, stepping into the elevator between them, trying to keep it casual, but your heart was racing.
"Morning, sweetheart," your dad said, barely glancing from his phone, distracted. "Bucky surprised us. Landed early and came straight here."
Your gaze flicked to him.
Bucky met your eyes, calm and cool, but behind that exterior was fire. Possession. Hunger. Amusement.
His jaw ticked as his gaze dropped to your lips, then lower, to the fitted skirt you wore.
"Couldn't stay away," he said, voice smooth and rich. "Business here needed my attention."
Bullshit.
You knew exactly why he came back.
And judging by the heat in his eyes, you were the reason.
5:26 PM
You had barely made it halfway across the quiet office floor after hours when a firm grip wrapped around your wrist—Bucky. He didn't say a thing as he walked to his office, pushing you inside.
"Bucky—" you started, but your breath was stolen when he pressed your back against his office door, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slid around your waist, pulling you flush to him.
He kissed you hard, all tongue and heat. It was messy, desperate, teeth grazing lips, tongue sliding into your mouth like he couldn't get enough. Everything about it—the pressure, the scent of his cologne, the scrape of stubble against your skin—made you head spin and knees go weak.
"You think I was gonna sit through another fucking night without touching you after your little show for me?" he growled against your mouth. "That tight little skirt. That fucking temptress body of yours. Bent over my desk. Playing with that plug. Touching yourself in my office. Calling my name like that..."
You whimpered, clutching his suit jacket as he lifted your thigh up against his hip.
"I wanted you to see," you whispered, voice shaky. "Needed you to know how much I missed you. How much I needed you."
His mouth found your neck, licking and biting the same spot he always claimed when he needed to remind you who exactly you belonged to.
"You think I didn't watch that shit on repeat the second you hung up. You think I didn't jerk off in the hotel bathroom like a fucking animal because I couldn't wait to get back to you?"
You moaned at his words. "Please," you gasped, "need you, Bucky."
"Fuck, need you naked," he muttered, tugging at your blouse buttons, undoing them with impatient fingers until the fabric slipped from your shoulders.
You let it fall.
His eyes dragged down your body, devouring every inch like he hadn't already seen it a thousand times.
"So fucking gorgeous," he growled under his breath as his hands slid around your back, undoing your bra with ease before tossing it aside.
His mouth was on your chest before you could speak, kissing, sucking, biting your breasts like he was trying to mark every inch of you.
You gasped as he licked across your nipple and tugged it between his teeth, while his hands worked on pulling your skirt down your hips.
You stepped out of it with trembling legs, now standing almost naked in his office, back pressed against his door.
"Been thinking about this body for three fucking days," he muttered, eyes drinking you in. "Thought about your little hole stretching around my cock. Thought about you dripping down your thighs just like you were last night on the phone."
He pushed your panties aside and slipped two fingers inside without warning. You clenched around him, body already close from the teasing tension built all day.
"So tight, baby doll," he groaned. "You wet like this all day thinking about me?"
You nodded, barely able to breathe.
He withdrew his fingers and shoved them into your mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how ready you are for me."
You sucked on them greedily, eyes wide, throat bobbing.
"Lock the door and then get on my desk," he ordered as he started to undress and walk backwards.
You did as told, heart racing, hands trembling. As soon as the lock clicked, you scrambled to him, and he was on you again: jacket off, shirt half-open, belt unbuckled.
His mouth found yours with an urgency that made your whole body ache. He lifted you effortlessly onto the edge of his desk. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer, and he stepped between your legs like he never left—like he hadn't been halfway across the world just this morning. You moaned softly as his hands slid up your thighs.
"Missed this," he whispered, kissing along your collarbone. "Missed you."
Your eyes fluttered closed when his lips brushed over your nipple. But just as he was about to claim your body—
His phone rang.
He groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a sound that was nearly a growl. "Fucking hell."
You giggled, breathlessly. "Ignore it."
"I can't." His voice was thick with annoyance as he fished it out of his pocket and checked the screen.
Your dad.
Bucky pressed the answer button and lifted the phone to his ear, but he didn't move away from you. If anything, he slid his hand higher on your thigh, fingers brushing where you needed him the most. He was playing a dangerous game.
"Hey," he said, voice impressively calm.
You couldn't help yourself in playing a dangerous game as well. You leaned forward, brushing your lips along his neck, your teeth nipping gently at his jaw.
His hand squeezed your thigh in warning.
"No, I'm still at the office," he said casually, clearing his throat. "Yeah, figured I'd knock out a few things before heading home."
You ran your fingers down his chest, slow and light, until you reached the bulge in his pants.
He didn't flinch, but the muscles in his jaw ticked as you palmed him through it.
"Uh-huh... no, I've got that handled. I'll send it over tonight." His voice stayed smooth, but his free hand was gripping your thigh so tightly now, you were sure it would leave marks.
You mouthed you're so good at lying, then bit your lip.
He shook his head slightly, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Thanks. Yeah, I'll catch you in the morning."
He hung up. The second the call ended, he tossed the phone to the side.
He grabbed your chin and kissed you again, slower, deeper. All tongue and heat.
"You fucking tease. So desperate for me even when I'm on the phone with your father. You have no idea what I'm about to do to you."
"Show me."
He dropped you to the floor and then turned you around. Bending you over his desk and spreading your legs, discarding your panties with urgency.
His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he dropped to his knees behind you. You gasped and arms buckled slightly against the desk when you felt the hot drag of his tongue along your folds—one slow, deliberate lick from your clit to your entrance.
"So sweet, baby," he murmured, breath brushing over your wetness. "Been thinking about this pussy ever since you hung up last night."
"Bucky—" you moaned, words dying on your tongue as his mouth returned to you, hungrier now, relentless.
His tongue flattened and licked you open, tasting every drop like it was the last thing he would ever eat, savouring you.
His groan vibrated against your clit, making your thighs tremble. He gripped your hips harder, pulling you back onto his face, burying himself deeper.
"God, baby," he growled into your pussy, "you're soaking for me. You taste so fucking good. I missed this pussy. Mine. All fucking mine."
You whimpered, nodding, forehead pressed against the cool surface of the desk. "Yours, Bucky. All yours."
He hummed in satisfaction and zeroed in on your clit, tongue flicking fast, purposeful strokes before switching to slow, lazy circles that had you gasping. He sucked your clit between his lips, drawing tight, wet pulls that made your eyes roll back into your skull.
"F-fuck," you cried, voice cracking, pushing your hips back against his face. "Bucky, please. Please don't stop."
He didn't. He latched on tighter and fucked you with his mouth like he was trying to pull the orgasm straight from your soul. Every lick, every suck sent sparks down your spine, and it was hitting you fast.
"You gonna come on my tongue, doll?" he rasped, voice low and filthy as he thrust his tongue into your dripping entrance, fucking you shallowly before sucking your clit again. "Come on. Let me taste it."
"Oh my God! Bucky—"
Your whole body tightened as the heat coiled up, higher and higher until it finally snapped. You came with a cry, thighs shaking, your fingers clawing at the edge of the desk as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.
"That's it," he growled against your pussy, licking you through it, mouth wet and messy as he devoured your orgasm like he had been starving for it. "That's my good fucking girl."
You were panting hard, your wetness dripping down your thighs as he pulled back with one last soft lick.
When he stood, his chin was glistening, lips swollen, eyes dark and wild.
"Good girl," he rasped, running his palm over your ass before giving it a sharp slap. You yelped—the sting delicious.
He undid his pants and lined up behind you, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance, making your thighs tremble at the sensitivity.
"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, low and rough.
"Yes, sir," you moaned, the title falling off your tongue without a second thought.
He groaned and slammed into you in one deep thrust, your back arching as your mouth fell open in a wordless scream.
Full. Finally full. His cock stretching you to the brink.
Bucky fucked you like he meant it. No teasing. No holding back. Just brutal, perfect strokes that made the table creak and your voice break.
"Mine," he grunted, fingers digging into your hips. "This pussy. This body. All fucking mine."
His hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt as your nails clawed at the slick surface of the desk for something to hold onto. His cock dragged along your walls, thick and perfect, hitting that spot that made you see stars every time.
"Fuck, Bucky," you gasped, voice cracking as you pushed back to meet his punishing thrusts, desperate for more. "You feel so good... I needed this," you cried.
"I know you did," he growled behind you, one hand sliding up your spine before fisting in your hair and yanking your head back just enough to make your breath catch. "You wanted to tease me? Rile me up? Play with that plug and tight little pussy? Make me watch?"
You whimpered. Part guilty, and part turned the fuck on.
His free hand landed a sharp smack to your ass. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yes, sir," you gasped.
"Goddamn right you did. I fucking knew what you were doing. Bent over my desk like a perfect little slut, showing me both of your tight holes. You wanted me to wreck you when I came back, didn't you?"
"Yes. Yes, Bucky. I wanted to drive you crazy."
"You did, princess."
He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in again. The slap of skin on skin was loud and filthy in his quiet office. Your body jolted with every thrust, tits bouncing with each powerful roll of his hips.
You were a mess, drooling, moaning, back arched so deep your spine ached. But Bucky didn't slow down. If anything, he went harder. Rough, claiming strokes that sent shockwaves of pleasure up your spine.
"Tell me whose pussy this is," he snarled, fucking you deep, his grip bruising on your hips.
"Yours," you sobbed. "It's yours, Bucky. Always yours."
"Say it again," he growled, smacking your ass.
"Yours! All yours, Bucky. Fuck!"
"Good fucking girl."
He bent down, chest to your back, his mouth hot and dangerous against your ear. "You're gonna be leaking me all night and day, baby. Every time you sit down tomorrow at a meeting, you'll feel me dripping out of you. Just like I fucking want."
A helpless moan fell from your lips, your body trembling under him, every word sinking deep and making your pussy clench around his cock like it never wanted to let go.
Your whole body was shaking now, legs starting to give out as the pleasure built hard and fast in your core.
"B-Bucky," your voice was weak, wrecked. "I-I'm gonna—"
He didn't let up for a second, hips thrusting into you, each stroke deeper than the last. His hand slid around your waist, pressing flat against your belly to anchor you in place, to feel how deep he was inside you.
"Yeah?" he panted, teeth gritted. "You gonna come for me, babydoll?"
You nodded frantically, tears stinging at your lashes. "I can't... fuck! I can't hold it!"
"Yes, you can," he growled, voice pure sin against your ear. "You're my good girl. You take this cock so fucking well."
His hand dropped lower, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing rough, messy circles while he kept slamming into you from behind. The overwhelming sensation shattered through you like lightning.
"Come for me, doll. Come on this cock. Let go. I need to feel it."
And that was all it took.
Your scream cracked in your throat as the orgasm ripped through you—legs shaking, eyes rolling back, mouth dropped open in a silent cry of bliss. You came around him hard, clenching down so tight on him that Bucky let out a strangled fuck as he chased his own release.
"Bucky! Oh, fuck!"
You were shaking, twitching, wrecked, and still, he didn't stop. His hips pushed into you with punishing force, dragging your sensitive pussy into overstimulation.
"Fuuuuck," he dragged out. "Shit, baby," he grit through clenched teeth, head dropping to your shoulder. "You're gonna make me come."
You whimpered something under your breath, body spent beneath him, helpless to do anything but take it.
"Keep squeezing me like that. Fuck, good girl," he snarled, his voice breaking on a groan. "You want my cum, don't you? Want me to fill up this pretty pussy?"
"Yes," you sobbed. "Please, please, Bucky. I want it, want all of it—"
With a loud, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing deep inside you. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as thick, hot ropes of his release filled you up and dripped down your thighs. The heat of it made you shiver.
"Fucking hell," he rasped, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, completely wrecked. "You're perfect, baby. You're fucking perfect."
His breath stuttered against your back. Neither of you moved, both too ruined to do anything but pant in silence.
He slowly softened inside you but stayed buried deep, like he couldn't bear to pull away. You could feel his heartbeat against your spine, feel the way his hands softened where they gripped your waist.
And then he kissed your shoulder softly. Like an apology for how hard he had just ruined you.
You both stayed like that for a moment, tangled in sweat and panting breaths. His heartbeat thudded heavy against your back as his cock twitched inside you, still buried deep, still claiming you.
But you weren't done.
With a wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, you shifted beneath him, and Bucky groaned as he slipped out of you. You turned, ass resting on the edge of the desk, your fingers stroking down his abs, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.
"You came so hard," you whispered, licking your lips as your hand wrapped around his softening cock. "Bet I can make you do it again."
"Fuck, doll," he muttered, voice gravelled and thick, "you're gonna kill me."
You smiled sweetly and then dropped to your knees.
He sat back in his chair, muscles tense, arms hanging heavy over the armrests as you crawled between his spread legs. You kissed along his inner thigh, slow and teasing, making him groan, before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He was still slick from fucking you, salty and warm, and you moaned at the taste of both of you together.
"Jesus fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, head tipping back.
You took him into your mouth slowly, wet and warm, letting your spit drip down his shaft as your tongue swirled around his tip. He was already hardening under your touch.
You sucked him deeper, letting your throat relax as you took more and more, until your nose was brushing the trimmed hair at his base. You gagged softly around him, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, and he growled low in his chest.
"God, look at you," he groaned, fisting your hair. Not pulling, just holding. "Taking my cock like a good fucking girl."
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, watery and blown wide with lust. His cock throbbed on your tongue as you bobbed your head, the room echoing with lewd, wet sounds—messy, filthy, and perfect. Your spit coated his shaft, dribbling down your chin, strings of it connecting your lips to his cock every time you pulled back and dove back in. His thighs trembled under your palms as you gripped them for balance.
"Shit, doll... just like that... fuck, baby..."
You sucked harder, letting your tongue drag up the underside of his cock with each stroke, tracing his thick vein. One of your hands moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently as he bucked his hips up, chasing the wet heat of your mouth.
"Gonna come," he warned, voice tight and strained. "Wanna come down that tight, pretty throat."
You moaned around him in approval, humming low and greedy against his cock, and that was all it took.
"Fuck, baby! Shit. Take it. Take it like a good fucking girl."
Hot salty ropes of his release spilled into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop, eyes fluttering shut as he groaned your name—loud, rough, ruined.
He twitched as you kept sucking, coaxing every last bit of his cum from him. Only when he hissed from the oversensitivity did you finally pull off, licking your lips, spit and slick glistening on your chin.
You wiped it away with the back of your hand, looking up at him with that soft, fucked-out smile he adored. You barely had time to catch your breath before Bucky was on you again, devouring you with his eyes.
Still panting, still wrecked. He was not done with you yet.
He reached down and grabbed your arm, pulling you gently but firmly to your feet. You barely had a moment to react before he lifted you with ease and placed you back onto the desk, right where he'd had you earlier. Only this time he didn't turn you around.
"You think I'm gonna let this pretty pussy go without one more taste?" he rasped, voice low, dark, and absolutely feral.
Your breath caught in your throat as he spread your legs wide, fingers digging into your thighs, pushing them up and back until your knees were nearly against your chest. You gasped as the angle bared you completely to him. He looked down at your tight rim and glistening pussy—still, swollen, still dripping, still twitching from everything he had done to you.
"Look at this fucking view," he groaned, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he spread your pussy with his thumbs. "You're a mess, doll. My mess. That's what fucking heaven looks like," he muttered, and dropped to his knees.
The second his tongue touched you, you moaned—loud and helpless. Your body jolted at the sensation, still so sensitive but craving more. You always craved more with Bucky.
His mouth was slow at first, lapping gently at the slick and mess between your folds, tongue parting you and dipping into your entrance before dragging up to your clit, sucking just enough to make your hips jerk.
"So good, baby," he murmured against you, eyes flicking up to watch the way your head fell back. "My gorgeous girl. Mine."
You reached for the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as he buried his face in you. He sucked your clit, hard, tongue flattening and circling, his groan vibrating through your core. The wet, obscene sound of his mouth on you echoed in the office, and it was fucking perfect.
"Bucky! Oh my God..."
You gasped as he lifted your legs just a little higher, spreading you wider. His fingers gripped your thighs hard, and you felt his tongue drift lower, licking through your arousal, tracing wet circles and open-mouthed kisses further down until he hovered just over your other hole.
Your breath caught.
"Bucky—"
"Shh, baby," he murmured, spreading your cheeks a little wider. "I just wanna taste all of you," he growled, voice thick and ruined.
You whimpered as his tongue dragged between your cheeks, slow and dirty, licking your tight little hole with just enough pressure to make your head spin.
"Fuck! Fuck, Bucky!"
He moaned against you like he was starved for your ass, like this was his reward for every second he had been away. Wet, greedy circles around your rim, teasing and filthy, while one hand moved back up between your thighs to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles.
"Such a perfect fucking ass. Next time I'm fucking it hard," he muttered, biting the soft curve before diving his tongue back in between your cheeks.
You couldn't speak. You could barely breathe as he alternated between your pussy and ass, licking and sucking, tasting everything. Your body trembled under the attention, toes curling, thighs quivering as he moved back to your clit, lips wrapping around, needing you to fall apart on his tongue.
"B-Bucky—fuck! I-I'm gonna—"
"Yeah? You gonna come? You gonna give me one more, baby?" he asked, voice wrecked and full of hunger. "Wanna feel you come all over my face, doll. Just one more."
"Yes!" you cried, arching into him. "Please, don't stop! Don't stop—"
He didn't.
His tongue moved fast, relentless, and when he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you were overwhelmed by sensation. You tried to close your legs, but he growled and slapped them open. "Take it, baby," he said roughly. "Give it to me. Right now on my fucking tongue."
And you did.
You shattered, again. Your back bowed, mouth open in a silent cry as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs shook around his head, and still, he didn't stop, making you sob.
He licked you through it like a man possessed, tongue, finger,s and lips dragging out your release until you were gasping and trembling, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was slick with your release, his lips swollen from his actions, and his eyes feral with satisfaction.
He pressed one soft kiss to your trembling thigh before he stood and leaned over you, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your stomach... then your breasts... then your mouth.
You tasted yourself on his tongue, and it made you moan into the kiss.
"You okay, doll?" he murmured, brushing hair from your face, his voice a little smug, but also soft and tender.
You nodded, breathless, eyes heavy-lidded. "Better than okay," you breathed out. "That was... fuck... amazing."
He chuckled softly, pressing one last soft kiss to your lips before he helped you down, tugging you into his lap as he dropped into his chair. His arms wrapped around you, your cheek pressed against his chest, his heart beating hard beneath your ear.
6:24 PM
You were curled up on Bucky's lap in the leather chair behind his desk, your body completely spent. His dress shirt hung over your shoulders like a makeshift blanket. It smelled like him—delicious and expensive—and it made you feel safe.
He had one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you snug against his chest, and the other hand gently stroked your hair.
His lips pressed to your temple in a kiss so soft it made your breath catch.
"Next time," he murmured against your skin, voice dark and warm, dangerous in the way that made your toes curl, "you film yourself in my office, I expect to be in it."
You giggled softly and tilted your face up to look at him. "Yes, sir."
He smirked, eyes dark, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. "Not just watching. In it. Balls deep. Hands around your throat. You moaning my name like it's the only word you know."
Heat fluttered between your legs again, even though your body had already been pushed past its limit.
"You're insatiable," you whispered with a grin.
"And you're mine," he simply replied. "So yeah, I get greedy."
You leaned into his chest again, cheek against his skin, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. His hand slipped under the hem of the shirt, rubbing gentle circles into your bare thigh. Not with lust this time, but with something softer—protective and grounding.
"I missed you," you said quietly, almost to yourself. "I feel empty without you by my side."
Bucky's hand stilled for a second, then curled tighter around your leg.
"I missed you too, doll." He kissed the crown of your head. "And now that I'm home... I'm not letting you out of my sight."
You smiled, eyes fluttering shut. Whatever happened tomorrow—in the office, with your dad, with the secrets you still had to keep—none of it mattered right now. Not here. Not with Bucky holding you like this.
Because for tonight, you were exactly where you belonged.
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