Show Me Love 7
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Plot: Somehow you didn’t picture having to face Dr. Barnes would end up quite like this.
Warnings: StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Language (you all know me by now, I mean c’mon), Shit SMUT, public shenanigans, Authority kink I guess?, spanking
A/N: TWO UPDATES IN TWO DAYS??? And this one’s
shitty smutty! And long!
I’ll be the first to admit that this is shit, and I’m nooooooot too sure if I’m happy with this one or not, but please let me know what you think.
You weren’t sure if you’d ever get to sleep.
Saturday had gone by without incident, but it may have also been because you didn’t let yourself leave the apartment. But now it was Sunday evening, and there you were.
You glance at the tied up plastic grocery bag that you had folded Bucky’s clothes in. How were you going to approach that? “Hey, here’s the clothes I stole from you when I snuck out of your apartment after the best sex of my life. Hope we can let things get back to normal, yeah?”
Yeah, you’re an idiot.
God! How could you have just ran out of there? The thought of Bucky’s face falling when he opened his eyes to find you gone kept replaying in your head all weekend. Or perhaps he had reached out, fingers finding empty sheets instead of the curves he sought out. What the hell is he gonna say when you get there? Will he even be able to look you in the eye? Will he pretend that you aren’t there? Or will he look at you, really look at you. Ask you why you left?
God, you hoped not.
Because then you would have to face it.
“Y/N, no,” Nat says, standing in your doorway with arms crossed. You simply cock an eyebrow at her. “You are not wearing that. He’ll know you’re sulking. You can’t let him know.”
“But I don’t want to rub it in!” You whined, glancing down at the sweats and hoodie you were wearing. “I can’t get all dressed up and act like the last time he saw me wasn’t when I was butt-ass-naked in his bed!”
“Well, you can’t look like a hobo and do that either. Happy medium, Y/N. Happy medium.” With that, she tosses you a pair of jeans and a casual, yet form fitting, v-neck. “Wear the hoodie if you must, but put those goods on display. You can still salvage this.”
“How?” She simply shrugged as she turned to leave you to change.
“What man doesn’t love a chase?”
The classroom door had never looked so intimidating before. You knew he wouldn’t be inside yet, he was always right on time, yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to push inside.
Natasha stood beside you, an almost unreadable look on her face.
“Hey,” she nudged your side with a small smile. “everything’s going to be alright.”
You smiled at her reassurance, but you weren’t so sure.
Numb legs stepped inside, finding their way to your desk where you sat and set down the two bag next to your feet. Your book bag, and the bag that contained the clothes that smelled entirely too much like him.
Every time the door opens, you jump a little bit, only to relax when it isn’t him.
When it is him, however, your heart all but stops.
He’s back to his usual dress, button up shirt that pushed up to his elbows and slacks that hug him in all the right places.
Beside you, Natasha clicks her tongue disapprovingly.
“You’re insane. How the hell could you have left that man in bed alone?” The glare you cast in her direction effectively shut her up.
Bucky hasn’t looked up yet. Instead, he simply walks to his desk, turns his back to the class and writes two words on the chalkboard.
As he finishes the first, the entire class groans.
In big, white letters are the words ‘pop quiz’.
And Bucky is uncharacteristically quiet.
“This is all your fault,” Natasha states simply, voice calm even though she’s lobbing all of the responsibility at you. “You could’ve stayed, and then instead of a pop quiz he’d probably give us all A’s for the fuck of it.”
But you don’t really hear anything she says, because as Dr. Barnes turns around, yours are the first eyes he meets.
Those blue eyes swirl as they find yours and immediately you find yourself having to squeeze your legs together. His effect is instantaneous, and immediately you know you won’t be able to concentrate.
“This quiz covers everything we’ve talked about so far, so if you’ve paid attention, you’ll be fine.” His accusing eyes meet yours. “Once you’re finished, you can just leave.”
Somehow you knew that wasn’t about the quiz…
It feels like an eternity while you stare down at your quiz.
You finished ages ago, but you wanted to talk to him and there couldn’t be any witnesses for that. Natasha seems to have caught onto your plan and stays right next to you as student after student finishes, and leaves.
Finally, you are the only three left in the room.
The two of you make your way down to his desk where you turn in your papers, then with a wink, Natasha turns and makes her way to the door.
Which she shuts behind her.
Both of your eyes follow the movement, the click of the lock that seeming to suck all of the air out of the room.
Then you’re alone.
The silence that ensues as the two of you just stare at each other is deafening. Until Bucky apparently decides he can’t take it anymore.
Clearing his throat, he nods at the plastic grocery bag in your hand.
“What’ve you got there?” At the reminder, you shuffle awkwardly.
“Oh, I…I kind of borrowed this, uh, the other morning. I couldn’t figure the dress out by myself.” You admit, realizing how stupid it sounded out loud. By the way Bucky’s eyebrows twitch up and a small smirk breaks across his face, you know he does too.
“I would’ve helped. Y’know, if you had stuck around or even just woken me up.”
“Yes?” He prompts when your voice seems to die in your throat. “If you didn’t enjoy it, you can always just tell me.”
“God, no. I enjoyed myself. Multiple times. Christ is that even a question?” You rambled, trailing off at the way Bucky bit his lower lip bashfully.
“Then what was it?”
“I…I panicked. It just hit me that I fucked my teacher and I just had to get out of there. I’m sorry, I really should’ve said goodbye.” He chuckles at that, dark eyes tracing the way your dark v-neck offers up just enough skin.
“Goodbye? You’re so sure I would’ve let you leave without a proper send-off?”
“Dr. Barnes, please -” A finger to your lips successfully shuts you up.
“Now, Y/N…didn’t we establish that the name’s Bucky?” He teases, eyes flicking down to your lip and he leans toward you. You suck in a breath in anticipation, only he doesn’t meet your lips. No, instead his lips latch onto your throat. “You didn’t seem to have a problem remembering it when you were writhing in my bed.”
A moan forces its way through your lips and your knees would’ve buckled had it not been for Bucky’s large hands finding your ass and holding you up.
“B-Bucky,” You stammer, gasping when he squeezes your sensitive flesh through your jeans. “This is wrong.”
“Didn’t seem to stop you the other night.” He pointed out. “In fact, if I remember correctly, it was you that seduced me.”
“I wasn’t thinking clearly…we can’t do this.” You feel your mouth form the words, but your fingers lace in his long chestnut hair directing him to where you want his licks and nips. “You’re my professor for god’s sake. We can not do - this!” The last half of your sentence comes out as a squeak when his perfect, white teeth catch your collar bone.
“So you don’t want this?” He purrs, pulling you closer. Your hips betray you, rocking forward against him. “Then tell me to stop.”
The way he speaks feels like a command and a challenge all at once. Those eyes bore into you and you know that if you tell him to, he’ll stop in a heart beat. But…do you really want him to?
“C’mon, doll. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He whispers in your eat, teeth nipping your lobe a bit. “But that door’s locked, and I don’t know about you, but I’m dying to see what you look like bent over my desk.”
Resistance snapping, your hands find his face and pull him in for a fiery kiss. The groan that tumbles from his mouth into yours only spurs you on further. The sound of the chair screeching away from the desk vaguely reaches your ears moments before you’re set down on the desk.
Lips and teeth collide and clack as the room warms up and your head is absolutely spinning. You’re hyper-aware of the fact that this is a classroom, that you’re going to see this desk every other day and try not to blush but you’ll be damned if you let this stop.
Deft hands pop the button of your jeans open and warm fingers tickle at your stomach before sliding your zipper down. You rock back against the desk, pulling away from the kiss as he slides your jeans down your legs.
“We’ve got to be quick, doll.” He chuckles, unfastening and lowering his own pants himself. “There’s another class in here in 30.”
But you don’t hear him. Of course you don’t, how can you when that massive thing is staring you in the face.
“J-Jesus!” He moans out as you lick at the sensitive head. “Didn’t I just say we have to be quick?” The innocent look you give him is pointless with his cock in your mouth.
“But, Dr. Barnes,” you whine, noting the way his look darkens at that. “I want to taste you.” His eyes flutter as you take him into your mouth again, taking him in with ease.
“D-don’t call me that.” But he doesn’t mean it. So you push.
“Or what, Dr. Barnes?”
The answer to your question comes in the form of you being pulled to your feet and bent over at the waist.
“You’re pushing your luck, babygirl.” A calloused hand caresses at your exposed ass, a warning for what’s to come if you keep pushing his buttons. “It’s almost like you want to get punished.” A wicked thought forms in your mind and you can’t help but grin.
“So why don’t you teach me a lesson,” you push yourself back into him, into his hands and look him straight in the eye. “Professor.”
You cry out as the smack echoes through the hall, but don’t back down.
“Oh, Dr.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the sound of you moaning his title and he feels so dirty but so fucking good. “I need you.”
“You sure?” He asks, hand meeting your tender skin again. You feel his cock twitch against your thigh when you moan loudly at the feeling. “You sure you want this? It’s wrong, after all.”
“God, yes I want it! I want you. Please, Dr. Barnes!” With a final blow, you’re spun over onto your back. Lust filled eyes meet yours and you feel a thrill run up and down your spine. His shirt is askew, a few buttons popped open and hair all ruffled. You’ve barely touched each other and he looks ruined. Running your hands down the shirt and popping every button you pass open, you grab him by the collar and pull him to your lips. “Please fuck me.”
Bucky’s growl sends a chill down your spine and his hand lands beside your head, holding himself up as the other lines himself up at your entrance.
Your head flies back soundlessly as he groans into your neck, his thick shaft filling you in the best possible way. His left hand finds your hip, holding onto you as he rolls his hips experimentally.
The mewl you let loose gives him the go ahead along with the way you drag your fingers down his torso, and he starts a slow and agonizing pace.
“Bucky, God, go faster.” You beg, wrapping your leg around him and dragging your nails over his scalp. He groans back, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. Licking your lips, your tug your fingers through his hair again, thrilling when he shivers against you. “Bucky, baby…c’mon.”
“Dr. Barnes.” He bites back, lips find the sweet spot on your neck as he rolls into you again, his thumb finding your clit as he moves.
“Oh, fuck, right there.” You roll your hips against his, feeling the warmth inside you start to coil. “Oh, god Dr. Barnes right there.”
Beside your head, his fist balls up as he continues his assault on your bundle of nerves, thrusts speeding up as you goad him on with your nails. Your moans grow higher and higher until he’s forced to silence you with his own lips.
“Cum for me, baby girl.”
That whisper is all you need to fall over the edge, inner walls clutching at the man who’s making you feel so god damn good. He rides you through your orgasm, thrusts becoming more sloppy as you pull him over the edge with you. If you hadn’t just cum, the sound he made alone would’ve made you explode.
Digging the boxers you borrowed out of the bag, he cleans you up. He gifts you with a sheepish smile and you’re left wondering how a man who just talked you out of your pants was so shy now.
It’s quiet as you right yourselves and he rights the desk. Glancing over at him, you find yourself unable to read him and grab your bag to leave. Perhaps that was it? That was all he needed, a final romp to prove that you didn’t leave because you weren’t satisfied. But then he’s grabbing your wrist and looking at you and you’re frozen.
A tender kiss is placed on your lips, one that sends your heart racing in a whole different way. When you part, goofy grins are plastered on both of your faces.
“So, I know this is really out of order and all, but…would you like to join me for coffee?”