You hated him, you really did. Him and his stupid adorable face, his fluffy hair, and that little smirk of his when he knew he was being coy.
“I need some air,” you mumbled, throwing yourself out of your chair and scurrying out of the studio. You let the door close quietly behind you and leaned against the wall, sucking in lungful after lungful of the cold night air, banging your head against the brick wall behind you.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” you mumbled under your breath.
Problem was, that was exactly what you wanted him to do. You’d imagined every scenario possible, every position known to man, every little thing that Sebastian could do to you, every way he could make you scream and moan and gasp for air. You’d imagined it all.
You had no idea how you had ever thought you could be that man’s assistant and not fall head over heels in love with him. He was evil.
When the FBI needs a young, bright officer to go undercover, James Barnes is the perfect choice. Ambitious, intelligent and well-trained, James is the most suitable candidate to pose as a young, clueless addition to the crew operating under the biggest mob boss in NYC. And James will do his best to take his empire down.
Y/N Y/L/N got sucked into the life of drugs, guns and money a long time ago. And she knows she might never be able to leave. But then along comes a sharp but caring man with soft, blue eyes who makes her heart stop, and maybe her impossible desire might come true.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: Violence, mentions of drugs and abuse. NSFW content. Swearing.
Sebastian and Chris stood at the banquet table at the welcome orientation.
“What about her?” He nods to a blonde girl with a short skirt. She has a cross necklace but a lot of make up on.
Sebastian laughed and shook his head, “To easy. Guarantee she’s been fucked a lot. You know the more innocent they are, the more fun it is.” Seb whispers.
Seb walks into the ground putting his glasses on to get a better look at the girls.
Chris and him both started teaching at this Christian University 11 years ago. Chris’s dad was the Dean of the College of Astrophysics. Seb and him had been best friends since elementary. Chris had got them both jobs right after grad school. Sebastian and him both were astronomy professors. They were 2 out of 4 professors in the astronomy team. They shared a building with physics professors.
Sebastian spots you. Your sitting by yourself at a table flipping through the rule book. He walks up to you.
“Hello, I’m professor Stan.” He introduces himself, “Welcome to St. James.”
You look up at him and blush. He is easily the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. “Thank you!” You speak quietly.
“Of course.” He gives a friendly smile. He looks you over, and your completely oblivious to his plans for you, “What’s your name and major?”
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m an astronomy major.” You say nervously, feeling a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks. “I’m a junior.” You blurt.
“Oh, a transfer student then.” He nods his head.
“Yes. I went to St. Benedict’s before.” You look down at the table, unable to keep looking into his gorgeous storm colored eyes.
He smirked. “That’s a great school. Why did you transfer?”
You press your legs together and squirm nervously. “My parents moved for my fathers new job. I didn’t want to be far from them.” You admit.
“How very sweet.” He smiled, “well, you’ll definitely be in some of my classes. Professor Evans and I teach all the junior and Senior level classes.”
“Cool.” You blurt again and tuck your hair behind you ear. You couldn’t believe how dumb you sounded but he made you so nervous.
“See you in class, Miss. Y/L/N.”
You nod awkwardly and go back to flipping through the book.
Sebastian met Chris at the back of the room. “Third row, left side, end seat.” He indicates you to Chris.
“Looks Good from behind. Let me get a look at her face.” He answers. He walks to the front and does a small introduction speech, welcoming the freshman and transfers. Older students were there too, looking for recruits for their clubs, fraternities and sororities.
He walks back and nods. They enjoy the rest of the night and then they head back to their shared apartment only a block from campus.
“She was cute.” Chris said.
“She’s more than cute. She just wasn’t all made up. She’s a sweet girl.” She’s a junior. Transfer from an all girl school, couldn’t even look at me without turning into a blushing mess.”
Chris pumps his arm in a yes! Motion. “Sounds like a virgin.”
“Oh, she moved to stay close to her mommy and daddy.” He chuckled.
“Seriously?” He arches an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” He smiles a sly smile.
“Ohhhhh.” He chuckled, “I can’t wait to start this.”
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You wake up and shower. You brush your hair and put on some chapstick. You slip on your school uniform. A green blazer of a white button down and a black and gold striped tie. You put on a plaid skirt that is black, green, white, and gold. You slip on your black knee highs and black flats.
On your way to class you notice a lot of girls wearing their skirt hitting mid thighs. You look down at yours hitting right above the knee. You feel self conscious about standing out, but your following the rules. You gape at the racy heels the girls paired with their uniforms. A lot of them didn’t wear their ties and left their blouses top buttons undone. This would have never flew at your old university.
You enter your first class. Another handsome man is standing up front. What was with school and is beautiful male professors?
He smiles, “I’m professor Evans. This is Stellar Cosmology 302.” He then goes into his lecture times and rules.
At one point he looks over and gives you a smile. You feel your heart flutters and a blush creep over you.
At the end of class he annouces, “For any transfer students, please stop by my office hours tonight. I need to know where you are currently at to make sure you are ready for this class.” He lets the class leave early.
You walk up to the front of class, “Excuse me.” You say from behind him to get his attention.
“Hello, Miss. Ummm…”
“Y/L/N.” You respond, “I’m a transfer student. I’ll stop by your office hours tonight. Do I need to bring anything?”
He gives you another big smile. His eyes are friendly and he makes you feel comfortable and safe. “Just yourself.”
“Ok, I’ll see you at 5:30 sharp.”
You head to your next class. The gorgeous Professor Stan is up front.
He has a serious smoldering factor to him. Where Professor Evans was all laughs, this man seems more stern.
“First off, I’m Dr. Stan. You may address me as Professor Stan or Doctor Stan. I worked my ass off to get my PhD. I’m taking all the advantages I get with it.” He licks his lips and you could swear he glanced over at you.
He informs the class to read the syllabus on their own time and goes immediately in the lecture.
You head to the rest of your classes. Two physic based ones with female professors which is less distracting.
You head to Professor Evans office hours. You knock on the door and Professor Stan opens the door.
“Professor Stan. Oh, I’m sorry! I must of looked at wrong syllabus I thought this was Professor Evans office.” You exclaiming nervously.
You heard professor Evans’s laugh and Professor Stan smiles, “It is. Come in.”
You slightly frown wondering why Professor Stan is here for this assessment, but you walk in.He shuts the door behind you. It was odd that there were no other students present. You couldn’t have been the only transfer. You sit down in a chair.
They both start firing astronomy related questions at you and you get every single correctly.
Professor Evans stands and walks behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders. You blush wildly. “Final question. Who knows more the student or the professors?”
You’re squirming in your seat at the warmth of his hands. You can feel it through your blazer. You’re nipples stiffen and you feel overheated. “The p-professor.”
“Good answer.” Professor Stan smiles at you and stands in front of you. “We are going to teach you so much, Y/N.” He coos. He kneels in front of you.
Your mouth goes dry as your about to ask what he’s doing. He snakes a hand up the inside of your thigh. You’re brain screams for you to shut them, but something in you, something dark screams to open for him.
You tremble and stare down at him. He’s looking at you with those storm colored eyes and you let out a ragged breath. You open your legs wider, hoping God can forgive you.
“Ohhh good girl.” Professor Stan gives you a genuine smile and your heart flips. He’s so gorgeous.
Soon you feel hands unbuttoning your blouse. You’re shivering. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. What would your parents think? What would god think? But you had never been touched like this. Hell, you had never touched yourself.
Professor Stan slides a finger under the crotch of your cotton baby blue panties and he pulls them off you. Then cups your sex possessively. You hiss in a breath.
Professors Evans hands cup your bra covered breast and you let out a whimper, “Do you like that?” He chuckles into your ear.
You whine in response.
Sebastian holds up your panties, showing the embarrassing soaked spot, “I’d say she loves everything we’re doing judging by these.”
You tremble as Professor Evans hands snake under your bra and he tweaks your nipples hard. You gasp.
“Do you ever touch yourself, Miss. Y/L/N?”
You shake your head no. Professor Stan pushes your knees further apart.
“Oh, Chris look at this pretty little pussy.” He shoves your skirt to your waist and you blush wildly, “You don’t shave, princess?” He runs his fingers over your lower lips.
“P-p-people do that?” You asked. Was that your voice that sounded so husky?
Chris laughs, “Such a sweet girl. So innocent.” Another pinch to your nipples. You moan again.
Sebastian chuckles, “She loves that Chris. She’s growing visibly wetter.” Your face burns with embarrassment.
“Stop, Sebastian. You’re embarrassing the pretty little thing.” Chris scolds, but with merriment sparking in his eyes.
He smirks at the other man. He leans forward and dips his finger between your lips. You tremble. “How far have you gone before this?” He asked.
You shake your head no.
“Kissing?” He asked.
You shake your head no again. “Sweet fucking Christ!”
You are shocked by the blasphemy but it makes you even more aroused for some reason.
“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” Sebastian ask as his finger slides against your clit. You’re body jerks and you open wider. He kisses the inside of your knee with a slide of his sexy tongue. Have you ever found a tongue sexy before? You didn’t know but his was definitely sexy.
“You! God you.” You cry.
“Good choice.” Sebastian growls and you see him smirk cockily at Chris. Chris makes an annoyed grunt and gives your nipples a hard pinch. You buck your hips wantonly.
“Fuck.” Chris groaned, “She likes it rough.”
Did you? You had no idea, but Sebastian lips were inching closer to yours.
His lips finally met yours and you whine into his mouth. He laps at your lips and you open them. His tongue slips in and wrestled with yours. You never knew how much you would like being kissed.
He pulls away and Chris grasp your chin and kisses you. Sebastian rubs your clit faster. Chris’s kiss is ferocious and he devours your mouth. He plays with your breast and you reach up and wrap your arms around your neck.
He releases your mouth, “Why did you pick him?” He growls.
“He ummm, ohhhhh.” You moan as Sebastian picks up the pace, “looked at me.”
They both laugh. “I guess I should have looked at you.” Chris chuckles.
Chris moves in front of you and undoes your bra that is a front strap. You’re breast spring free and both men groan.
“Such pretty tits!” Chris hisses. You jut them forward, brazenly.
“And she clearly needs them kissed.” Sebastian murmurs, gazing at your breast longingly.
“Kissed?” You whimper. Their mouths felt amazing on your mouth. How would if feel on your nipples?
Single dad Bucky and his daughter are frequent Target shoppers and catch the eye of a single mom.
Word count: 617
His forearms were resting on the shopping cart as he pushed it along, nose to nose with his young daughter who was sitting and smiling sweetly at him.
“Miss Sophia, today we are shopping for Uncle Steve’s birthday. Which means what?”
I couldn’t help but watch. His dark brown hair was loosely tied in a bun, strays laying on the nape of his neck. His smile was tender. It was obvious that the little girl, an exact replica of him, was his entire world.
Her little hands cupped his cheeks and she pouted playfully. “No toys for me today.”
“That’s right little one.” The man kissed her nose, then picked up a dress shirt, examining it then mumbled to himself, “If only I would ever follow up on that.”
I bit my lip, but a giggle escaped. He looked over and I waved him off. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. She’s adorable.” I walked away, noticing that this most masculine sexy human being I have ever seen was actually blushing.
“Yeah, thanks.” Thank God I had my own buggy to steady myself or my wobbly legs would have given out and left me an embarrassing mess on the sales floor. I turned and caught a glimpse of him. The shy smile on his lowered head was almost hidden by the collar of his jacket, but I saw it and I almost wished I hadn’t. I stumbled over my own two feet then grabbed onto the nearest shelf. Holy hell, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Just…wow!
“Who was that lady daddy?”
“I don’t know baby girl, but she said you’re adorable, so I think she needs glasses.” They both started to laugh and she was squealing. The man was obviously tickling her. “DADDY STOP! STAAAAAPPPPPHHHHH!!!”
It has to be illegal for a man to be that sexy and that great with his daughter. I need me one of those. Someday.
***
Walking up from the electronics, I was on my way out when I heard the adorable squeals coming from, no surprise, the toy department. I sighed happily as I saw them both looking at dolls.
The man saw me and sighed in frustration, but he was far from it considering the smile on his face.
I smirked. “Caved, huh?”
She was not interested in me. No way! There were Barbies galore in her presence.
“Oh, you just don’t *know* the power this little one has over her daddy.” He looked over at her with such loving eyes it made my heart melt.
I nodded. “I see that. My mom was the one that spoiled me. She’s a lucky girl.” My eyes held his for a second too long and a whimper escaped my mouth. I swallowed hard and looked away. “Well hey, good a have day. See ya.”
I turned my buggy a little too quickly, realizing what I had just said, and knocked over a few boxes of toys on display. “Shit.” This CAN’T be happening, I thought to myself.
“Sophia, do NOT stand in that cart.” The man’s voice was stern but kind. He crouched on the floor with me, picking up the toys. I could feel him looking at me.
“Please, tend to your daughter. I can handle this. It was my fault anyway.” I couldn’t look at him. Good a have day? He must think I’m an idiot!
He huffed goodnaturedly. “It’s no problem. Don’t worry about it.” Our hands were centimeters apart when he nudged my finger. “Hey,” he whispered. I looked up hesitantly and saw the most beautiful smile on that handsome face. “How ‘bout I buy her that doll, and we all go for ice cream.”
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