summary: professor barnes always said you were his best student, but he likes you even better when you're too dumb to argue back.
warnings/tags: SMUT, pwp, p in v, unprotected sex, dumbification, overstimulation, praise/degradation mix, light slapping (one cheek tap), professor/student relationship, he's condescending but sweet about it, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, baby, fucktoy), edging, no use of y/n, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day three of january jumble scribbles, featuring professor bucky barnes, as voted for in the poll! it's not finished yet, but it looks like a forgone conclusion (i'm sorry ari lovers, he'll get his moment to shine!!). think there might be a few other professor barnes' with this prompt today, he's really making the rounds lmfao, so hopefully you guys are enjoying him!!
word count: 431. listen. i have no excuses. i'm not strong enough to keep it short when he's this filthy. i regret nothing.
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You’re shaking now, dumb with want. Nothing but heat, need, and those humiliating little whines that keep slipping from your open mouth every time his cock drags through your dripping folds, slow and cruel.
The thick head barely brushes your poor, swollen clit - just a fleeting kiss - but you’re so desperate it makes you cry out, hips jerking, as your eyes roll back.
A sharp little slap lands on your cheek, a condescending tap that stings just enough to jolt your eyes open.
“Eyes on me when I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”
Bucky’s voice is a tether, deep, cooing, and laced with something cruel, as he toys with your pussy, never quite pushing in.
You blink up at him, lips parted, tears staining your cheeks.
“There she is,” he rumbles, thumb finding your clit in mean, deliberate circles that make you whimper. “My clever little thing. You were so mouthy in class today, baby. All those big words, arguing like you knew better than me.” He smiles, lazy and wolfish. “Go on, sweetheart. Let’s hear a few now.”
But his cock keeps nudging at your entrance, catching just enough to make your cunt flutter around nothing and your thoughts dissolve.
“I—I can’t—” you hiccup. “You make—fuck—you make it very hard to think.”
“You can’t?” he echoes, mocking and indulgent. “But you’re my best student, baby. Is your little pussy making you stupid already?”
He pushes in, just the tip, then pulls out again, as if to prove a point. You cry out in a needy sob.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you agree desperately.
He laughs, patronising, and grabs your face, squishing your tear-soaked cheeks between one large hand until your lips pucker in a pathetic, ruined pout.
“Aww, don’t pout sweetheart,” he coos, condescending and fond, thumbing your tears away as he bullies the head of his cock back inside. “S’okay. Brains are overrated when you’ve got a pussy like this.”
You whine, glassy‑eyed, hips twitching, cunt fluttering uselessly around him, trying to pull him deeper. His thumb drags against bottom lip, before he presses it into your mouth. Instinct takes over and you suck, mindless.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, cock twitching, just inside you. “You’re so dumb like this.” You moan around his thumb, drooling. “Just a needy little fucktoy now, huh?”
You sob again, nodding dumbly. “Y-yes, sir—”
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, finally bottoming out in one long thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to think, baby. Just cry real pretty and take what your professor gives you.”
thank you for all the love on these scribbles so far!! the reblogs and comments have been much appreciated and i'm having a lot of fun with the prompts - hopefully you enjoyed today's as much as i did! if you did, please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3
Attention, students!
You've been enrolled in a course you didn't sign up for. The program is extensive, the professor is distractingly attractive, and the chances of you dropping this class are zero.
Welcome to Midterms & Metal Arms A College AU Marathon, a collab between three friends @herejustforbuckybarnes @w1nter-fairy & @buckysdecaflove.
You can also find this course on AO3! Just look for this event collection.
What's on the program?
just friends - @herejustforbuckybarnes
pairing: Nerd Bucky Barnes x Roommate!Reader
summary: After finding your roommate in a compromising situation, you volunteer to give him a hand… and a mouth, kickstarting the most tumultuous semester in your friendship with a sexual benefits deal; wisely, some rules were established. But would those rules be enough to keep you just friends? | AO3
Not so sudden - @buckysdecaflove
pairing: Prof!Bucky Barnes x Student F!Reader
summary: You learn you're pregnant after having something not that casual with your professor, and he then shows you how ready he is to take care of you and your baby. | AO3
Academic Probation - @w1nter-fairy
pairing: Dean Bucky Barnes x grad student!Reader
summary: James Buchanan Barnes has spent his entire career believing discipline solves everything. Then a brilliant, chronically late graduate student walks into his office, challenges every opinion he has and somehow turns his carefully ordered life upside down. | AO3
salt and pepper - @/herejustforbuckybarnes
pairing: Dean Bucky Barnes x Professor!Reader
summary: Dean Barnes had gone into hiding mode weeks after magical weeks together. Curiosity and resentment led you to confront him — nonetheless, you weren't expecting that he was hiding his salt-and-pepper hair. Time to show him you love him no matter what. | AO3
The one who calls you baby - @buckysdecaflove
pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
summary: After a fling before summer’s vacation, Bucky decides you’re the one to settle down with, but your doubts grow bigger until he makes it clear you’re the only one he wants.
Tipsy Truth - @/w1nter-fairy
pairing: Tutor!Bucky Barnes x Reader
summary: Your phone is at eleven percent, your roommate isn't answering, and going back to your dorm isn't an option. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Unfortunately for you, these desperate measures involve waking Bucky Barnes in the middle of the night.
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it started off as something simple, slightly innocent even, when he invited you over. you had so many things in common, after all — love for books, appreciation of good, well-made poetry, and some sort of sex addiction.
so when professor barnes said he wanted to spend summer break with you in his apartment, he was no longer the man that graded your essays and fucked the proud smirk out of your mouth during office hours; he was only your james.
the name tasted weird on your tongue, something forbidden, almost disrespectful on campus grounds, but not when you found yourself in that position. not when you were perched on his window frame, a book in one hand and a glass of wine in another, legs spread like you owned the place.
“look at you, such an pretty poet.” he practically purred from his spot, sitting on the armrest of the couch, facing you. always.
james never takes an eye off you, because he already spent too long during lectures pretending he didn’t see the way your thighs pressed together under his gaze, how you started fixing your hair more after you started seeing each other behind closed doors. so, logically, whenever he could, he’d see you — not as a student he had a thing for, but as his girl, finally where she belonged: inside his home, with his bookshelf and beverages and everything else that belonged to him, because now you did too.
he takes a sip from his wine, his gaze never leaving you and the way your dress had ridden up just enough that he could see the lace of your panties, and it drove him wild. you always had an effect on him with the simplest things.
the intensity behind his eyes is already enough to make you stutter on a word from the poetry you’re reading to him. “keep going, sweet girl. you’re doing well.” you pause, taking a sip of your glass with a smirk, and you swore you could feel him shudder a breath at the sight.
the words on the page blur when he steps closer, standing right between your legs, warm hands spreading you wider. “don’t stop on my account, i’m just appreciating.”
“you’re distracting me, that’s what you’re doing.”
“it’s your fault if you’re getting distracted, sweetheart.” he teases, leaning closer to whisper just below your ear, “now come on, you’re not done.”
you manage to read on a few more lines, stuttering when his lips press hot, wet kisses where your shoulder meets your neck, one hand cupping one of your breasts through the fabric of your dress, pulling back from the crook of your neck to watch you suck in a breath.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your core, catching the way he smirks at you, the look on his face something close to pride.
he lowers his glass on the window frame beside you and promises again that he’s ‘just watching’, but a pair of hot fingers are already snaking their way under the fabric of your dress, toying almost innocently with the lace of your underwear before slipping in, grazing over your clit, teasing.
james just looks at you, but you don’t dare to look away from your page, keeping up the act for as long as you can take it.
you take another sip from your wine to haze your mind, not trusting yourself for a sober answer. “james, c’mon…” but it’s too late — his digits are already pushing up at your entrance, pumping slowly into you, not enough to give you what you need, but enough to make you misread a line or two. “focus, doll, i know you can do it.” he murmurs straight into your ear, but you’re already whimpering and wrapping your arms around his neck, book and wine forgotten beside your hip.
his fingers piston into you at an increasing pace, the window pane behind you shuddering from the impact of your body pushing back. “such a dirty little thing, huh? reading for me so beautifully, pretending not to know how much it turns me on.” his breathing is ragged beneath your ear, the feel of your walls clenching around his fingers knuckle-deep inside you maddening enough to make his cock ache inside his pants.
james chuckles when you rock your hips forward, babbling something about wanting more of him, but too drunk on both red wine and pleasure to form a coherent thought.
“i won’t fuck you, babydoll.” another scoff escapes his lips when you whine, “not until you read one more page for me.”
frustrated, you open the book again, and he curls his fingers harder inside you, challenging, his thumb circling on your clit just the way you love.
“who would’ve thought? top student, best in her class, with my fingers up her cunt in front of my window?” you moan louder at the thought, giving up the reading completely, letting the book fall on the floor, gripping on his arms instead. “you’re lucky i don’t turn you around and put your tits on display, babydoll.”
his other hand cradles the back of your head, shielding you from the glass, and it turns you on even more, if that’s possible.
james’ name is all that escapes your lips while you look up at him with half-lidded eyes.
“so beautiful when you moan for me like that, you know that? my name on your lips, like it’s the only word you know.” he swallows your cries with his mouth, the taste of wine, desire, and poetry evident in both your tongues.
when you finally trip over the edge and cum around his fingers, he doesn’t withdraw them from inside you — just slows down, drowning in your expression for as long as it lasts.
“gorgeous. so fucking gorgeous for me.” he praises, tracing a line of kisses down your collarbone.
“i’m not reading for you again,” is all you manage to say between ragged pants, and james chuckles in response, giving one last curl of his fingers just to tease your overstimulated body.
“of course you are, babydoll. we’ve still got all summer.”
Warnings: consent king, edging, ruined orgasams, oral f! and m!receiving, fingering, super soldier stamina, brief face fucking(he looses control), arm is vibrator hehe, honorifics, so much cum talk, cream pie, lil breeding kink
Description: Upon rereading and editing all I can say in my defense is ovulation got me down bad. Oh and I kept the TSwift references to a minimum but ya know not zero, whoops 😏
You toyed with his business card between your dexterous fingers, debating the morality of calling your tutor at 11:37pm. Reflecting on the one and only session you had with him, just a few hours ago his eyes laid on yours for the first time. Piercing blue eyes undressing you slowly in his head through the lesson, you did the same to be fair. Imagining pulling that long scarf down, revealing his neck. The sound his coat would make falling gently to the floor, as your hands would explore his crisp white button down…
Shaking your head back to reality, to the ten digits printed in silver lettering on the sturdy cardstock dancing within your hand. The day dream just solidified your conviction, holding the card firmly in your hand now. You call the number, expecting an answering machine given the time.
“Bit late don’t you think?” He answers the phone with a question.
“Y-yeah sorry,” You stutter out before introducing yourself being cut off halfway.
“You think I didn’t save your number in my phone?” Sassy is the only word you can think to associate his voice with.
“I made that good of an impression, huh?” with a smile you respond.
“Doll, you’re the sexiest person to ever step foot in my classroom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember you.” Your eyes widen as you blush, you’re so happy he’s not here to see that.
“So if I said that I called because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” A dark chuckle comes from the other line. “What would you say to that?” You finish your suggestively open question.
“1719 Alpine Street, come to me.”
“Oh gods yes sir.” He hangs up the phone and you race for your keys before seeing yourself in your doorway mirror. ‘Oh hell no.’ You think to yourself before running upstairs to change. Stripping your comfy clothes fully before getting to your closet. You pick a long sleeved black lace dress, sure you’re only wearing it for him to take it off of you, but as you look back into the mirror, it’s definitely worth it. A long drive filled with anticipation and shifting thighs, as you imagine his intoxicating eyes and all of the times his tongue swiped across his lips during your lesson. As you pull into his dark driveway you can’t wait to be wrapped up in his arms.
Sauntering up to his front door, you knock once before the door opens with a whoosh, his metal hand grasping the knob. A Henley dark blue almost black, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, it hugs his incredibly well toned form. Dark grey sweatpants hang loosely, doing nothing to hide the fact he's been anticipating your arrival as well. He invites you in like he’s not bulging right before your eyes.
“So happy you called.” He whispers once the door is closed, grabbing your wrist and pulls you into this incredible kiss, chaste and simple but unforgettable. Having a look around as he steps to the nearby bar grabbing two glasses and a full bottle he leads you to a den type living room with a roaring fire in the fireplace.
“Your house is beautiful, professor.” You look at the fine detailing around the room you’re in.
“It’s Bucky,” he hands you the bottle of wine. “Check the seal.” You inspect the bottle, it's brand new.
“Thank you.” You whisper hesitantly at his wordless understanding of your fears.
“Always check.” He nods with you while he opens the bottle with a corkscrew. Filling both glasses nearly all the way full you chuckle.
“You trying to get me drunk sir?”
“Without question, yes.” He winks “But firsts,” pulling the drink away when you reach for it, placing them on the coffee table he turns back to you. “What do you want from tonight?” He isn’t touching you, though you can see in his eyes that he wants to cling to your flesh like his life depended on it.
“What do you mean?” You ask genuinely.
“You called me, I invited you over and kissed you, that’s all that’s happened so far. So I repeat, what do you want from tonight?” His face remains unreadable giving you full choice in this situation. He looks in his mid 40’s, very well put together and you are loving how consent driven he is. Stepping into his personal space not touching him but close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his body.
“When I met you I knew you were different, fuck am I glad I was right.” Your right hand grabs his large bicep. “I want you Bucky, your fingers,” Lacing your left hand in between his fingers. “your mouth,” your lips place gentle kisses up his neck. “your cock.” You whisper against the skin of his ear. A chuckle escapes him but his hands remain by his side, what more do you have to say to get him to touch you. “Fuck! Fuck me please!” You shouted.
“When I saw you I wanted to taste you, your sweet cunt taunting me under your skirt.” Licking his lips he hums a distant look in his eyes. He pushes you onto the couch before dropping to his knees, he places the glass in your hand.
Before kissing up your legs, once you’re about halfway done your glass he starts gently parting your legs. Peppering kisses up your thighs as he groans smelling you with a deep inhale he closes his eyes and savors the time between your legs, you see a smile on his lips before his tongue slips past them and up your dripping slit.
A hum from deep within his chest as he dives in, his nose stimulating your clit in an odd but very welcome way. Your hand reaches down and grips his thick fluffy hair, rolling your hips against his face. He gets the message and wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you in tight. Gasping and groaning you grind against him, his licking and lapping make you pant and moan.
Your orgasam is barely held at bay when one of his hands leaves your hip and his fingertip traces your entrance teasing you. His eyes lock to yours, crows feet grow around his intense eyes as he smiles, he plunges two long fingers deep inside you.
“Gods yes, Bucky fuck!” You shout as you cum, your fingers twisting in his hair. His fingers do not stop as he stands up and licks his lips, you move to take off his pants needing him.
“No, no sweet thing, one more.” He smiles patiently though you're pawing at him.
“Want to touch you sir.” Gasps sweet gasps escape your lips desperate for air or release.
“Patience doll, all in good time. If tonight is all I get, I want to savor you.”
“Why do you think this is the only time?” You say between pants and gasps.
“I don’t, but just in case my kitten.” He purrs before adding another finger into your hungry cunt. Your back arches as he curls his fingers, there’s a slightly blank expression on his face. As if he is memorizing every movement of your body and sound that slips across your lips.
“Kiss me?” You pant sounding more desperate than you intended too.
“With pleasure.” He speeds up his pace as he leans forward with a gentle smile on his face. After leaving a breathtaking kiss he takes off his Henley, you intake his bulky and perfectly toned form. A hum from deep within your chest as your eyes wander over his scars and rippling muscles. He continues stripping, moving to his slacks and boxer briefs. The “V” of flesh that leads your eyes down and between his thick thighs, saliva swells as you imagine how heavy and full he’d feel in your mouth. Sitting on the bed across from you, you speak up.
“Can I eat you please.” You stare eagerly at his throbbing erection.
“Gently.” He chuckles.
“Only want to lick and swallow you sir.” You can see in his eyes that it's been a while and you smirk. “I have a question, professor.” Crawling up the bed on your hands and knees, licking up his thighs. “If I suck two from you,” Up on your knees resting against his chest by now, looking down at him with your fingers gripped in his hair. “Could you still fuck the absolute devil out of me?”
“Doll, I could fuck you through tomorrow.” His lip where it meets his nose twitches as he holds the dominance over the situation, despite this potentially submissive position you’ve put him in.
You smile and purr before wordlessly adjusting to be on your knees bent over his cock, fluttering your lips up his shaft licking occasionally. Teasing is the point, you wanted to make him wait, make him shake and beg for mercy. The image in your head drives you to lick a long wet stipe from his balls to the tip. Irregular breathing from above drives you to take his aching cock into your hot mouth. Taking your time sucking and toying with the tip, feeling him shift impatiently you reach one of your hands to hold his balls gently only playing with them when he would get antsy and want for more. You work his shaft slowly down your throat, soft pulses up and down just agonizingly slow he is a groaning mess.
“Please please kitten.” Hips jolting as the words fall whimpering past his lips, loving the way he squirms under you. “Don’t stop, fuck please, doll yes!” You suck him hard and deep throat him, how could you not he’s begging so beautifully. Humming and lapping around him, balls fondle between your fingers, as he wraps his hands into your hair finally taking control as he fucks into your throat. Choking around him as he cums, so far down your throat you don’t even taste him until he pulls out. “Fuck, are you okay? I got carried away.” You look up at him, nodding with glassy eyes, a wide smile and saliva running down your chin.
His thumb wipes your chin with a cocked smile, his hand traces up your thighs to your pussy. Two fingers run from the bottom of your hole up to your clit, using your slick as lube he violently shakes his metal hand.
“Ahh woah Bucky fuck.” His hand feels like a vibrator, you lift your head and bite his neck. His right hand finds your nipple, squeezing and rolling the swollen bud between his fingertips. “No why, just fuck me Buck please!” You beg as he ruins your orgasam, whining and being shut up by lips on yours.
“We,” He starts between violent kisses, getting on his knees to match your stance. “Like to edge each other, we should,” He grunts as he pushes you onto your back, feeling where your legs are bent together, up to your pussy. “do something with that one day.”
“Stop planning for the future and put your cock in me Buck please.” Wrapping your long legs around his waist.
“Like learning things about you.” he pants against your lips. “So demanding,” pushing himself inside you, your head falls back as your spine arches. “Didn’t know you before today,” Soft hip rolls he uses to punctuate his words. “But I’ve been waiting for this, for you.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, while his cock is deep inside you. You roll your hips desperately, foggy headed all you can think about is the feeling of him filling you in a way no one ever has and his lips glued to your neck.
“Professor Barnes, you fit perfectly li- like you were made for my cunt.” He huffs his head rolling, light headed as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock.
“You’re so tight and warm, shit,” He pants. “Don't know, think you were made for me.” You’re loving the way his well put together speech pattern is falling apart as he gets closer and closer.
“Just for you sir.” You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts. “Bucky,” your voice just a whisper. “Can I cum please?” A whimper slips his lip.
“You asked so nice, doll. Please cum around me, let me feel how tight you can grip me love.” He whispers into your ear, repositioning himself into a deeper angle just right. You shout as your orgasam rips through your body.
“Fuck Bucky, how are you so,” A moan rips “so deep? Can feel all of you Buck, your veins pulse against me, torcherously hot, I feel everything, I want more. Do you know what the matepress is, sir?” You whisper just barely audible, he hums and moves your body with great ease into position. “I could see it in your eyes, something deep and dark, let it loose please.” You look up into his icey eyes. “That need within you, fuck me like you’ll find it in me sir.” His hips follow your command.
“Don’t say shit like that, I’ll never let you go.”
“I hadn’t finished.” You blush between moans and gasps as he perfectly satisfies what you asked for. “Fill me, cum deep inside me please.” Tears sting at your eyes as a fantasy and a dream of a man collide in this moment.
“As you wish.” He says before biting a large chunk of your flesh definitely enough pressure to leave a bruise. You gasp and moan. “Cum for me princess, you’re so desperate for it, pull what you want from me baby.” He whispers and licks over his bite mark. Still thrusting into you with great strength, your legs start to shake as your last orgasam drags out of you, but pulls him deeper into you.
“Take what’s yours doll.” He bottoms out, breaking the crest of your cervix finally as he cums, holding himself in place deep inside you.
“It’s so warm, sir you fill me, fuck me, so good Bucky. Mine!” You shouted, glad he didn’t have neighbors who would’ve most definitely heard. Your brain stops working as you black out. When you come to you are clean and tucked in tightly next to your large tutor.
“Mine.” He echos your last coherent thought with his metal arm grasping around your throat in a way that should be threatening, but just makes you melt into his body.
“Yours sir, all yours if you’ll have me.”
“When we wake up do you want to go on our first date?” Placing soft kisses up your neck, you laugh and nod sleepily, excited for what life has in store with the one wrapped around you.
"You think one weak little email fixes this?" "You have been ignoring my request for three days y/n."
He leans back in the chair, jaw tight.
"So tell me, Miss y/l/n- do you just not take this class seriously, or is it me you don't respect?"
You turned in your midterm essay… in Dutch. Total accident. But Professor Barnes? Absolutely done with you. He already thought you treated his class like background noise—and then you ignored the “come to my office ASAP” message he sent three days ago.
Now you’re sitting in his office, still salty because he failed you, while he’s looking at you like he’s about to remind you exactly why you should never treat him like he’s optional.
