when i was like twelve there was book in my schools library that was this comic book that had an old happy looking couple from like 30s-70s ish with the most gentle and soft style ever. twelve year old me, desperate to read any comic i could get my fucking hands on read it immediately. the actual story showed the couple surviving a nuclear bombing inside their house and suffering the horrific side effects (hair falling out, radiation sickness, nausea, etc) all while supporting each other in the most genuinely loving relationship id ever read. and they fucking died at the end. that shit traumatized me as a kid and i still think about sometimes and get really REALLY sad
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), unprotected sex (you know the drill) This chapter is pure Smut. That’s it.
A/N: I am so beyond sorry for how long this took. I’m finally all settled into my dorm (thank GOD) and finally have access to my laptop and wifi again after a straight week of driving (Yes, a week. please kill me.) I hope you all enjoy, this chapter fought me like crazy but I’m pretty happy with the outcome! (But this is probably the worst porn I’ve ever written, I am so sorry.)
ALSO: If you saw my post about auditioning for a musical, I got a callback for the part I want!! :D Callbacks are in the morning and the cast list is up tomorrow afternoon! PLEASE keep me in your thoughts/prayers/send good juju because lord I love this show!!
Everything comes slamming back into reality the second Dr. Bar-Bucky takes his hands off of you.
“I’ll get a cab.” He says, clearing his throat as he stares into your eyes. Somehow you get yourself to nod, saying something about how you need to grab your purse and you only hope that what came out was at least slightly coherent.
Numb legs hobble over to the bar, and you’re surprised you keep completely upright the whole time. Wide eyes greet you as your hands find purchase on the bar itself.
“What the hell just happened?” They screech in unison, flabbergasted at the fact that a few seconds after rutting on the dance floor, the two of you have seemingly parted ways. You chug the water Wanda has offered out to you, sighing as it slithers down your throat. The cool liquid does nothing to cool you down, and as your eyes meet Bucky’s across the bar once more, the fire inside of you is set ablaze once more.
With a smirk, he nods towards the door. The taxi is waiting outside and your heart is pounding a million miles an hour.
Blowing a breath out your nose to steady yourself, you turn to your best friends and wink. “Don’t wait up, girls.”
The air in the taxi hangs thick as the two of you sit in silence. You’re sitting close - oh so close - and your heart is racing. You’ve never done something like this before and the thought of it all is incredibly daunting. The apprehension must show on your face, because beside you Dr. Barnes scoots closer. His long fingers curl under your chin, angling your face so that you’re gazing into each other’s eyes.
He’s silent as he looks at you, a small smile playing across his lips. Those very lips brush sweetly over yours a moment later and you melt into him again. Strong arms wind around you, easily pulling you into his lap as his tongue explores your mouth. He tastes divine and you hope to god that you are able to keep up with him.
The taxi lurches suddenly, the driver clearing his throat. The way you scramble off of Bucky’s lap is less than graceful, but he’s too distracted with fishing his cash out to notice. He all but throws the cash at your driver, snapping out a ‘keep the change’ as his hand wraps around your wrist before yanking you from the car.
Numb legs hobble to the elevator, doing nothing to catch you from slamming into his hard body as Bucky suddenly comes to a stop. He glances down at you as your momentum rocks him, his arm snaking around your waist to support you. You’re both hyper-aware of the fact that there are other people present in the lobby, and it only makes it that much more difficult to keep your hands off of each other. His eyes are peeking at you from the side as he faces ahead toward the elevators and you daringly lick your lips. His eyes darken.
The glance goes unnoticed by everyone else as his grip flexes against your hip.
That sinful pink tongue peaks out, running quickly across his lip and your legs almost give out.
With perfect timing, the elevator chimes to alert you of its presence and the both of you are almost running into the now open doors.
The second you’re inside, you’re shoved up against the far wall, the metal hand rail digging into your back as kiss chapped lips crash against your own. Hands land on either side of your head, lean waist edging your legs wider so he can rest right against you. He rocks gently as he kisses you, low groans escaping his throat as he generates the friction he so craves. Your chin begins to burn from the way he’s drinking you in with his kisses, but you couldn’t care less. In fact, you found yourself wondering how that beard burn would feel running up your inner thighs.
The elevator ride is over before it really starts, and while you’re slightly disappointed, you don’t even have a moment to mourn before you’re being scooped up bridal style - yes, bridal style, Christ almighty - and being carried effortlessly through the long hallway.
When he shifts to dig through his pocket for his keys you shriek, your weight being tossed over his shoulder. Your stomach rests against the strong muscle of his shoulder and you giggle as he fishes his keys out and only barely struggles to open the door. Your mirth is met with a sharp smack to your ass and there is no way you could prevent the moan that bubbles up in response.
Bucky smiles darkly, his teeth glimmering in the promising grin before he’s walking over the threshold. His large hand caresses your stinging cheek. Cupping your weight in his hands, he returns you to standing. You can feel the callouses on his strong hands through the flimsy material of your dress and gulp heavily. Thoughts of how good those fingers will feel between your legs dance behind your lust filled eyes. Your clumsy fingers reach up.
You want him naked now.
Well, you wanted him naked the moment you met him, but that’s beside the point.
“Patience, Doll,” Bucky whispers against the shell of your ear as he pulls you flush against him. Heat surges through your veins.
This is happening.
This is really happening.
You’re going to fuck your teacher. Dr. Bucky do-whatever-you-want-with-me Barnes is about to screw your brains out and -
Oh god, what’s he doing?
Your eyes roll back at the sensation of his warm tongue tracing your ear before dipping to the sensitive skin behind it. Fingers knot in the buttery leather draped on his strong frame and you’re singing his praises as his fingers inch up the hem of your skirt.
As the scratchy sparkles reach your stomach, he stops, callouses dancing over the ticklish skin there and his lips close around your pulse point.
Giggles that become sighs surge forward as he plays you like a god damn violin and you vaguely think that you want to do the exact same to him.
Daring hands surge forward and shove the leather jacket down his arms, tugging harshly and only keeping his touch from you for a matter of seconds. The shirt comes next, but he’s far too impatient to let you get any further. He attacks again, a new fever consuming him as he abandons your neck, lips capturing your own.
With your hem pushed so high, his hands come up to cup the backs of your bare thighs and suddenly you’re in the air. Instinctively, you wrap your arms and legs around him and the second you do, he’s moving down the hall. The movement is blurred, shaky as he rushes to the bedroom.
Your back meets the bed, body bouncing as Bucky drops you to tear his shirt off over his head. Your jaw drops and like a damn idiot you gape at him, eyes washing over every contour and crevice in his perfect abdomen. Suddenly, you’re very aware of the way he’s looking at you and you know he wants you to lose the dress.
There was only one problem.
You had no idea how to get it off.
God bless Natasha for lending you such a sexy number, but God damn her for choosing the one that requires a second set of hands to get on and off.
Coming up to rest back on your arms, you bat your eyelashes at the sex god staring down at you and bite your lip. Your foot even ventures to brush up the outside of his thigh, hooking around his hip as you speak.
“Want to give me a hand, big boy?” That same devilish grin breaks across Bucky’s face and before you can comprehend what’s happening, you’re on your stomach.
Large hands creep up your calves, dipping as they run over the back of your knees and you giggle at the sensation. A breathy chuckle blows over the back of your throat as hands travel further upward, squeezing the backs of your thighs. Unexpectedly, his fingers brush over your cloth covered center in his accession and you sigh quietly, your hips jolting off the bed.
Bucky’s low chuckle rings in your ears again as his fingers knot in the hem and tug up. Somehow he gets the skintight garment off and tosses it off somewhere in the room. As soon as it’s gone, his hands are on the bare skin of your back. He admires you quietly, letting his skin run over the dips of your back before he’s rolling you over again. He settles on his knees between your spread legs, groaning as he cups your lace covered breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers into your cleavage as he descends on you, laving at the soft skin of your breasts.
Heat follows the path he traces on your soft skin, goosebumps exploding beneath his hands as he kneads your breasts. His eyes are glued to the lace adorning them, his thumbs rolling your nipples as he watches pleasure dance over your face. Reaching inside, he brings a breast out to the cool air, blowing over the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth.
Your whines split the air as he laps at you, teeth grazing and pulling gently, just enough that your legs dance in response of their own accord. His hand pays the same attention to the other breast each time he switches off but his blue eyes are always locked on your face.
Then his lips travel lower, tracing every detail of your stomach.
Feather light touches drift down your stomach, curling over your hips and the garments hugging them as his mouth explores. Those talented fingers pluck at the elastic of your panties, and you’re sure that if he doesn’t get them off soon, you’re going to lose your mind. Thankfully, he hooks his fingers in the fabric, dragging them down and tossing them over your shoulder before he’s licking at the skin of your pelvic bone again.
Then, at the last second, he’s pulling to the side, nipping the sensitive skin where your hip meets your pelvis. You shudder, not quite expecting it, and your legs pull closer of their own accord.
But that won’t do.
Callouses brush against the skin behind your thighs, tracing the shape of your ass, before pushing your legs apart. You gasp at how exposed you suddenly are, sighing when that focused tongue dances on the skin of your pubic bone, then your hip. The stubble peppering that strong chin leaves fire in its wake but you don’t fucking care. If anything the sting pulls your strings tighter and so when he finally inches closer, circling your pussy a few times before he’s tripping over your clit, you arch off the bed.
“There we go.” He rumbles lowly against your core, the vibrations pulling a whine from your chest. He’s using every tool he’s got to take you higher and higher, brushing that delicious stubble over your most sensitive skin, fingers teasing at your folds, all while his breath is blowing over you. His eyes are locked on you, memorizing every reaction he pulls from you. Your body bows as he repeats every action that has you chanting his name, and soon enough you’re tripping over the edge.
Your first orgasm catches you off guard when his stubble is brushing over your clit again as he devours you. He notices, because as you’ve experienced thus far - this man misses nothing - and he does it again, elongating your orgasm as he presses with his tongue, his nose, his chin. Anything and everything that has you burning in his hands. Then his fingers slide home and you’re not sure how much more you can take.
Bucky’s eyes watch hungrily as he thrusts his fingers in and out, spreading your slick all over as you flutter around the curling digits.
You collapse against the bed as you come down, chest rising and falling as you pant and desperately try to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter shut, your energy failing you.
Bucky chuckles above you, his weight coming to rest on you. When you open your eyes, his beautiful smiling face is staring back and you and you can’t help but giggle.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, brushing your damp hair from your forehead. You reach up, brushing a finger through his damp stubble.
“You’ve got a little…something, right there.” You tease, bringing the slick finger to your mouth and sucking it into your mouth all while maintaining eye contact. Blue eyes grow dark as you lick your juice from your finger and as soon as you’ve pulled it from your mouth, he’s on you.
The kiss is bruising, the energy flowing through the two of you anew. His hands clamp down heavily on your hips, pulling them up as he grinds down. You whine, grinding back against him and tug at the denim keeping him from you. Taking the hint, he rocks back on his haunches and rids himself of both pants and boxers in almost one fluid motion.
Your eyes grow wide, jaw dropping, and Bucky merely chuckles. The man is gifted, there’s no doubt about that. Hell, he’ll probably tear you in two. But fuck, he’s absolutely stunning. That strong, taut body all hard and ready - for you. The thought has a shiver running up your spine and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down again. His weight lands on his forearms at either side of your head and he begins to rub his bare skin against you.
The both of you moan at the new found friction, Bucky’s head falling to the crook of your neck as he continues his assault. You’re sure if he keeps it up, you’ll cum again all too quickly. But you need him inside of you.
“Bucky,” You sigh, your legs wrapping around his wide waist and pulling him closer to you.
“What do you want, beautiful?” He asks gently, smacking your ass lightly when you don’t answer him quickly enough. “C’mon, Doll.”
“I want to ride you.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
As soon as the words are out of your mouth, Bucky’s on his back and pulling you on top of him. His dark eyes drink you in, no doubt lost in the way you look above him. After all, you’re admiring him as well. The way his hair is splayed out like a crown, chest rising and falling, proud cock curled up to his stomach as he aches for you.
By now, your liquor has completely worn off. Now you’re intoxicated by nothing but Bucky. You find him easily enough, never breaking the eye contact as you ease him into your entrance and your heart hammers at the way his eyes flutter and he groans. The thick head pushes in easily enough, stretching you with a pleasant sting and you can’t help but moan as well.
It’s downright pornographic, in fact.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He moans high in the back of his throat.
“It’s been a while.” You admit sheepishly, shifting so you can rock against him comfortably.
“Me too.” He utters out, on the verge of insanity at the slow pace you’ve set. The admission sends your heart speeding out of your chest, your pride soaring that such a handsome man would choose you to break his dry spell, and him - yours.
You don’t bounce on him yet, don’t slowly rise up and down, you just rock slowly, letting the fur low on his abdomen tickle your clit as you memorize the way he feels inside you. The way he fills you so completely. He does the same for a moment, eyes rolling back at the way your walls constrict around him every time a shock shoots through your clitoris. The warm vice around him slowly drives him to break, and when he does you’re done for.
Strong hands clamp on your hips, blue eyes narrowing before he pulls you up, only to slam you right back down.
Your moans harmonize, yours high and desperate while his are low and satisfied.
He controls it then, letting making you ride him as he controls the way you bounce above him. His thumb angles down as you bounce, finding your clit, the friction you so desperately need is hitting it perfectly.
“Come on, doll.” Bucky coaxes you, thumb forming circles around your little nub.
“On what?” You tease breathlessly, shocked that you’re coherent enough through your pleasure to make a joke. But it’s not a joke to him, apparently, and his tongue sweeps over his lips as his eyes dart to the place where the two of you are meeting over and over again.
“On me, doll. All over my cock.” His voice is low, dangerous, and it’s enough to almost have you reeling.
“Fucking hell.” You mutter, picking up the pace and grinding yourself against his pelvic bone every time the two of you meet. “Bucky, I’m s-so close. Fuck, I’m gonna-gon-oh!”
His hands tighten on your hips, keeping the pace going as you come apart on top of him, legs shaking as your walls grip at him. Those perfect teeth grind as his jaw flexes and you know he can’t last much longer, not with the way you’re milking him.
He howls, not letting his pace falter, that gruff voice and the way he’s spilling his seed inside of you elongating your own climax until you’re both collapsing.
The air is thick and reeks of sex as you fall atop your panting partner. Not a word is said as kisses are pressed to each other’s temples, bodies shifting so that you’re laying on your back as he rises to his feet.
Before you can wonder what he’s doing, your eyes shut gently. You’re completely content. Hell, you’re beyond content. You’re ellated. You came twice in one night, at the hands of the man of your dreams and just when you think he couldn’t be more perfect, he’s returned with a wet washcloth to clean you up.
He presses kisses to your lips as he wipes his mess from you, taking care to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible before he gets rid of it and returns to your side.
His heavy frame causes the bed to dip as he slips under the covers. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling your back flush with his front as he settles onto his pillow. Lazy kisses are pressed to your bare shoulder blades and you can feel the smile growing against your skin as he presses a particularly long kiss to your skin.
“Goodnight, doll.” He murmurs sleepily and you can feel sleep pulling at you as well. Just as you drift off, you respond quietly, not quite catching yourself.
Now, I am not trying to be offensive in the least and I am not saying that one students problems are less or more than anothers. All I’m trying to get across is that I have taught at both types of schools (Private Catholic and Poverty Stricken Urban) and the students that attend the latter go through some serious shit.