Only Room for Desire
@sebbybarrnes asked: i was wondering if i could request a professor!bucky x reader oneshot where they’ve always had this sexual tension and in class she starts seducing him, he releases his class early and then they smash. like a smutty, fluffy fic. :)
A/N: ahhh I tried to follow as closely to what you wanted as possible, butttt I got a bit carried away. . . I hope you enjoy it! Again I’m sorry it took so long, my inbox was an absolute mess and I was finally able to go through it. Thank you so much for the request babes xx
Warnings: Everything in the book tbh
College was always on your mind. From assignments, to scheduling, to payments for student loans, it felt like you couldn’t get a break. That is, until you got to your Film Studies class. Then it seemed that the only thing on your mind was Professor Barnes.
Sure, you knew that it wasn’t necessarily appropriate that you thought of him bending you over the desk and spanking you until your ass turned red, but that certainly didn’t stop you. The only reason you hadn’t dropped the class in the first place was because Professor Barnes insisted that his class would be worth it.
You rushed across campus and into the English building, running up the stairs as quickly as you could. Why you scheduled your classes so far from each other was beyond you, but you had to get there early so you had a chance to banter with Barnes.
Your favorite part of the day.
You walked into the classroom and for once, you were not the first one there. Your face dropped, looking at the elevated desks and deciding it was best to sit in the front. You know, for the best view.
Professor wasn’t in yet, and you quietly listened to the chatter among the other students in the room.
“Did you hear that Professor Barnes is on Tinder? Who would have thought a man that looks like that would have to use a dating app.”
You quickly turned your head back to the two girls a few rows behind you, a tinge of jealousy hitting once you realized they were just as attracted to him as you were.
“I heard he likes younger girls, maybe I actually have a shot with him.”
You rolled your eyes. There wasn’t any way you were allowing that to happen.
Soon, Barnes walked into the room and the conversations were hushed. “Good afternoon, my favorite class,” it didn’t take him long for his eyes to find you, you always sat in the same spot. It was almost like he was looking for you specifically, “I trust you all did the essay on location in films and the importance of a good set.”
Shit.
Everyone began to get up and set their essays in the box, besides you. You hadn’t quite finished it yet, and you didn’t realize it was due today. Barnes looked through all the names and looked up to see you tapping your pencil anxiously against the desk.
You two had always had an interesting relationship, from the start of the semester to now. You knew he was keenly aware of your attraction to him, and you decided it was best not to hide it from him. He didn’t seem to mind, either, as you weren’t one to shy away from giving him a show. Only he could see the subtle things you did, beneath the feet of the other students who were usually too enthralled with the film on screen to notice.
“(Y/N)?” his eyes looked you up and down, your legs slightly agape beneath the desk, your skirt just short enough for him to get a good view. You knew what he liked. “Where’s your essay?”
You closed your legs tightly, watching him slip his glasses upward and resting them on the top of his head. God did he look sexy with his hair pushed back. . .
“I, uh, I’m not quite finished with it yet. I thought the due date was next Friday.” you explained swallowing nervously when you heard a snicker from behind you.
“Since this is your last course for today, you wouldn’t have a problem staying after class and finishing it here? I need them for the gradebook.” He said, and again you heard a small laugh.
You nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll stay.”
“Alright.” He looked up at the projector and switched it on, “Today we’ll be breaking down scenes from La La Land. From use of color, to character framing. I want to know everything you guys noticed.”
You sunk slowly in your chair as the first scene started to play, the vibrancy of LA streets depicted in this movie bleak compared to your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to be officially alone with Professor Barnes, for longer than five minutes.
Oh god.
The hour long class was quick to end, so you pulled out your laptop to finish your assignment while the rest of the class filtered out through the door.
You typed away quickly, almost blocking out the rest of the world because you knew the moment you looked up and saw Barnes behind his desk, you would only be able to imagine yourself beneath it, sucking his long, huge co-
“(Y/N)?”
“Yes, sir?” You couldn’t help but call him that.
“What has you so distracted that you couldn’t finish your assignment, huh?” He was standing in front of you, his hands on his hips while your eyes scanned over his tightly fitted slacks.
“Just, uh,” you licked your lips, swallowing harshly, “got my dates mixed up. I’m sorry.”
He chuckled, turned around and going back to his desk, where he straightened out some papers. “Y’know, when you wear skirts that short, I can’t help but stare.”
You looked towards the door, seeing students pass by unbothered in the hallway, “Maybe that’s the point.” His ass looked great in those pants.
“Oh? Is that so? And why would you want me to stare Miss (Y/L/N)?” He turned back around, his slacks now straining against his groin, his body moving quickly towards the door and locking it.
You gulped, staring straight ahead. This was something you wanted for so long and now that it’s happening, you didn’t know how to react.
“(Y/N), look at me.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re not. You’re looking through me right now. I thought this would be something you wanted?” He was backed away from you, leaning against his desk again, still prominent with arousal. You met his eyes, the burning blue almost blinding.
“Considering the last few classes, I wouldn’t think seeing me in a short little skirt again would leave much desire.” You teased, but you knew it was the nervousness talking. Fuck, (Y/N), you know you want this.
Professor Barnes chuckled, “(Y/N), I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. And if you think that you sitting in front of me in such a short skirt doesn’t overwhelm me with desire then you’d be mistaken, I just don’t budge unless I’m invited.”
For a few seconds, you was speechless. So much had happened in such a little amount of time, your brain was having a hard time sorting through it all. You looked at Professor Barnes and it was almost as if scales had dropped from your eyes because suddenly, you did see him. In all his gorgeous, up close glory. Those high cheek bones, eyes darkened by lust, his elegant hands and his long fingers, fuck. Finally you noticed his insatiable desire for. . . you. Oh god he was beautiful. Absolutely, incredibly beautiful and now that you’re so close to him, you couldn’t stop staring.
Closing your laptop, you slid it away.
“Kiss me.”
The words left you without any thought and you realized that you wanted this- no, needed this more than anything. Barnes leaned over and allowed his lips to close over yours, softly, gently. He gave you as much time as you needed to change your mind, to push him away, but you didn’t. You slid your arms around his neck and brought him closer.
He ran his tongue along your lips until you opened your mouth. He touch yours for a moment before retreating, teasingly, back into his mouth. Another flickering touch and back again, and again. Coaxing you, persuading you. Finally, you traced your tongue into his mouth, feeling the answering rub, and the unbelievable sensation of him sucking on it.
You moaned, unable to help it. Your sense ignited, and you maneuvered one hand from his neck to his shirt. One by one, you undid his buttons. When it was finally undone, you rested your open palms against his bare chest and it did feel as incredible as it looked. Professor Barnes reached behind him and flicked the collar off of his neck, allowing the silk garment to hit the floor beneath his feet.
He moved his lips down to your neck, easily finding your sweet spot and sucking. The feel of him sucking your neck aroused you deeply, the waves of heat sweeping through you had you quivering.
You felt your hands trace every muscle on his abdomen, finally snaking your hands around his waist and bringing him closer which earned a low growl of approval from deep within his throat.
His lips came to your ear, before he licked the shell and whispered.
“I want you so much. Tell me you want it too.”
“Yes.”
The word had barely left your mouth, before he was leading you around the desk and carrying you to his own. He sat you down on the wooden desk and rested firmly between your legs. You slipped your blouse over your head and in one quick motion, he reached behind you and unclipped you bra. His palms cupped each of your breasts before moving down and sucking on your nipples.
A clench of pure desire heated between your legs. He gripped your other breast in his hand, squeezing your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched and you clasped his head. The sensation of his teeth scraping softly against your nipple was almost too much, you thought you would faint.
Professor Barnes rose your skirt up, exposing your pelvis and allowing the only thing on you to shield you to be your panties. He traced his hand along them, pressing inward. The friction of the cotton and his fingers made your nerve endings jump. A groan left his pink lips while he slipped your panties off of you, barring you in his gaze.
“Oh fuck. You’re so beautiful. Absolutely exquisite.” he breathed before kissing you with a thoroughness that left your head spinning. He trailed his mouth to your nipple again, his hand searching for your center. Those fingers caressed you knowingly, almost as if you’d told him all your secrets. When his thumb rubbed against your clit and a finger slid inside you, you were trembling with need.
A harsh noise of protest escaped you when he stopped, his mouth left your breast and he kissed his way down your stomach.
“Professor, wait!” You gasped, shocked.
“Stop?” He said pausing just above your navel.
“Uhm, not stop all of it, I just don’t think it would be appropri-”
He almost snorted, “Well I do think it is. We’ve come this far.” He winked before sinking down to the level of your sex.
At the first touch of his tongue, your mind went completely blank. A long, thick stripe covered you, leaving seared flesh in it’s wake. He spread your legs further until each of them straddled his shoulders, all the while plying and delving into the soft, pink flesh.
You didn’t tell him to wait anymore, because you couldn’t. Moans you didn’t recognize were leaving your mouth with increasing volume and wrenching, twisting spasms of pleasure curled inside of you. You writhed above him, feeling him explore every nuance of you with intense intimacy. Your hips pressed closer to him helplessly, an aching emptiness inside you grew with each stroke of his tongue. You were being pushed to an edge you had never been to before. Barnes increased the pressure, ratcheting up the intensity, and when his mouth finally settled on your clitoris and he sucked, you screamed.
Shards of ecstasy burst through you, traveling from the center of your extremities in a flash. Your heart, which you thought was simply going to burst, slowed down significantly. The heat you felt before was replaced with a new warmth. A sense of euphoria so strong, your eyes burst open in astonishment.
Barnes looked up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth wet with your excitement, “You have never looked more beautiful.” He whispered, his voice full of passion.
He brought his lips to yours and for a split, you were embarrassed. Then, you found the new saltiness on his lips to be unbelievably pleasuring. His tongue twirled with yours and his hardened member slid against your crease.
You shuddered, but he only swept the outside before doing it again, and again.
“You tell me when.” He murmured against your lips, matching his hip movements with that of what his tongue was doing just moments before which brought the heat back with more intensity than the last time.
“Tell me,” he moaned as a twist of his hips made you cry.
Your heart pounded and your mind clouded but of course there was only once answer, “Now.”
He gave you a dizzying kiss before slipped his slacks off of his hips, slipping his length deep inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to feel incredibly full, his slow strokes leaving just enough to the imagination as to what he could do to you.
“Are you alright, darlin’?”
It was intimate in a way you had never experienced, staring into each other’s eyes while he slowly moved his hips back and forth in one of the most erotic things you had never done.
He was your professor, your teacher, and here you had him slipping inside you like a literal sex god, staring deeply into your eyes and making you forget about every single stressful thing you had ever went through.
You could only nod in response to his question, feeling his thrusts begin to get a little faster. You quickly picked up on the rhythm and the increased contact had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Wait.” you whispered, slipping off of the desk and turning around. He kissed your neck, “you want me to fuck you over this table?”
You grinned, “Please professor.”
Quickly, the once slow and steady movements were gone and was replaced with aggressiveness. He pushed your torso down and made sure your ass stuck up in the air perfectly. Your heels steadied your ankles as he kissed your back, before pushing into you once again.
You gasped uncontrollably as his movements got more intense. Earlier hesitation forgotten, you thrashed beneath him and clawed the edge of the desks. His hurried breathing only turned you on more, as his throat let out a low growl.
Barnes grabbed your hair and forced you upward, kissing your lips harshly while he continued to thrust deep inside of you with no intent on stopping.
A cry left your mouth, finally. A flooded orgasm sweeped over you that was somehow even stronger than the first one that left residual tingles underneath your skin.
Behind you, Professor Barnes groaned, his face twisting into pure ecstasy as he drove into you even more rapidly than before. You couldn’t look away from him, seeing his control evaporate from him was somehow enduring. The sweat dripped on his forehead as he kissed you yet again, almost bruisingly, shuddering for several moments.
When you broke away to breathe, he shifted the two of you to lay on the floor beside one another. His arms coiled around you, and there didn’t seem to be enough oxygen in the room. He didn’t wait to press another kiss to your forehead, sighing in content while you began to feel drowsy beside him.
“Oh darlin’, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you. Seeing all the guys in the class stare at you, it took everything in me not to bend you over in front of the class and show everyone exactly who’s yours.”
You laughed almost in disbelief, “I’ve dreamt of the moment for months. I can’t believe it finally happened.”
His voice was raspy, “Why don’t you call me Bucky from now on, yeah? And I’ll take you out for some dinner tonight?”
You grinned, “I’d like that Bucky.”
“Great,” his chest heaved, “It’s a date then.”
You nodded with a smirk, “It’s a date.”
