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this was 12k words??? it really doesn’t feel like it is because this flows so well and the tension and heat are just 😚👌🏻 beautifully written!!!

property of j.b.barnes

pairing: ex-stepdad!ceo!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're struggling to make rent so you attend your former stepfather's new year's eve party in desperate need of the yearly check he gives you. however, you start to see your ex-stepdad in a new light, and the night takes a turn you don't expect when he learns of the trouble you're in and insists on helping you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), close enough to stepcest that i'm tagging it, age gap (ages aren't specified but reader was an adult when she first met bucky and he's established as older), sugar daddy vibes, smut, piv sex, unprotected/risky sex, consensual 'just the tip' trope, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship, fingering (f receiving), begging, teasing, orgasm delay, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweet pea, baby), consent checks, aftercare, fluff, possessive behavior, financial angst

word count: 12.3k

a/n: it's finally here!!! i've been working on this fic, off and on, for over a month so i'm excited to finally post it!!! it's been so long i don't even remember where this idea came from, but i know i was toying with making it much darker, but honestly i'm shit at writing dark fics or dark mmcs. i just want to write all my favorite men as soft daddies, so you're getting soft ex-stepdad!daddy bucky. there's quite an emotional ride in this one (it reminds me of my ceo!ari fic always keep my heart safe), but also plenty of smut, so enjoy!! 😅

Bucky Barnes’ New Year’s Eve parties were legendary in New York City—the thing of gossip whispered around New Year’s Day brunches in all the most expensive penthouses and the most upscale restaurants. It was an intimidating event to walk into alone, and you forced yourself to focus on the white marble event hall bedecked in warm lights and classy decorations instead of the wild palpitations of your heart in your chest.

It was your first time attending one of Bucky’s New Year’s Eve parties on your own and you felt more than a little out of place as you descended the marble staircase into the crowd. The hall was filled with the wealthiest and most important people in New York City, and you were neither. Your hand ran lightly along the marble bannister, your eyes roaming the crowd for the man responsible for the most high-class events you’d ever been invited to attend.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was one of New York’s wealthiest and most important people as the CEO of a major company, and he’d been your stepfather for a very short time more than five years prior. Despite how short-lived his marriage to your mother had been, he’d never failed to invite you and a plus one to his New Year’s Eve parties, where he’d say hello, exchange pleasantries, then slip you a generous check before leaving you and your date alone for the rest of the night.

You’d always assumed Bucky subscribed to the Mel Horowitz school of thinking—that he may have divorced your mother in record time, but he still felt some kind of obligation to you. It didn’t seem to matter that you were fully grown when Bucky had met your mother, or that you’d only ever seen him at the wedding and his New Year’s Eve parties, he and his money had become an unexpected fixture in your life. One that you were especially grateful for that year.

You and your long-term partner—the one who had joined you in attending all of Bucky’s past New Year’s Eve parties that you’d been invited to—had split up in the spring, and in your desperation to get out of your shared apartment, you’d moved into a one-bedroom you couldn’t really afford. All throughout the year, you’d been dipping into the savings account where you’d deposited all of Bucky’s checks, using the money he’d given you for your birthday or the holidays or whatever they were for to pay for the roof over your head.

But your account was dwindling fast, and you’d signed a two-year lease so you were stuck. Unfortunately, your mother was no help since she was off living a new life with a new husband in California, and rarely bothered to return your calls. To make matters worse, your apartment was too small to take on a roommate, at least not until you were forced to choose between living with some stranger and giving up your home. You didn’t like admitting it to yourself, but you desperately needed Bucky’s check.

So you’d put on your nicest dress, a little black thing that your previous partner had never appreciated enough, and mustered up the courage to go to Bucky’s New Year’s Eve party on your own. Your plan was to find Bucky, make the requisite chitchat, pretend to look more pleasantly surprised than painfully desperate when he handed you the check, have a glass of champagne and leave as quickly as possible. It occurred to you that it was a little uncouth to rely so much on your ex-stepdad’s generosity, but Bucky seemed like your best option, if not your only option.

As you went over your plan for the night again in your head, you squared your shoulders and held your chin higher than you felt you deserved as you walked down the white marble staircase, fingers gliding along the bannister as you overlooked the event hall. Your eyes scanned the already large crowd as you descended, the fingers of your other hand gripping your clutch purse tightly as you attempted to hide the ever-thrumming panic and anxiety that curdled in your gut and had your heart beating erratically in your chest.

For the first time since you’d broken up with your ex, you almost wished they were with you, just so you had someone to lean on, someone to help you feel a little steadier in your heels. Not that your ex had been such a supportive partner at Bucky’s parties. They’d almost always gorged themselves on the expensive food and drinks, often getting too drunk before midnight so you typically spent the ball drop in a cab somewhere between Manhattan and Brooklyn.

A loud, booming laugh sounded from a group of sharp-dressed men by the bar, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. Your eyes found Bucky in the middle of the crowd, his head tipped back as he made that warm laugh that filled the hall and made something warm bloom deep within your body. You almost missed a step as you got your first look at your ex-stepdad in a year.

You’d always known Bucky was handsome, but you’d never really seen it before. He’d grown out his brown hair in the last year, and it was slicked back and tied into a low bun at the back of his head, a couple strands of hair tucked neatly behind his ears. His dark stubble that was almost long enough to be a beard drew attention to the strong, angular line of his jaw and the contrasting softness of his lips. He wore a charcoal suit with a lighter dove gray shirt and matching tie that showed off his wealth and piercing blue eyes in equal measure.

You’d never thought of your ex-stepdad as attractive—he was your ex-stepdad after all—but for a brief moment your mind was flooded with the overwhelming need to have those beautifully intense eyes focused on you. You wanted to see what they’d look like darkening with lust as he prowled toward you in his expensive suit. You imagined what it would feel like to press your naked body up against his hard body in that luxe suit, to lower yourself to your knees and nuzzle your cheek against his bulge. God, you wanted Bucky more in that moment than you wanted your next breath.

But then the oxygen of your next breath flooded your brain and you snapped yourself out of those thoughts. He had been your stepdad for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t be having such filthy thoughts about the man, no matter how ancient the history between him and your mother was. Still, you couldn’t deny the throbbing, pulsing heat that had bloomed between your thighs, no matter how much you tried to will it away.

The clicking of your heels on the marble stairs reminded you of where you were and that you shouldn’t be having an internal war over your inappropriate feelings for your ex-stepfather. So you gave yourself a firm shake and smoothed out your expression, locking away your scandalous thoughts as you finally got to the bottom of the stairs and joined the party.

You’d already checked your coat in the lobby so the warmth of the room was pleasant as you maneuvered through the crowd of New York City’s elite, headed toward where you’d seen Bucky. While you were still quite a few feet away, he looked in your direction and your gazes collided. Your heart gave a treacherous thump and you sucked in a sharp breath, getting slightly lost in the beautiful blue of Bucky’s eyes.

So enraptured by his gaze, you could see the way he reacted to your approach. Instead of glancing at you briefly with polite interest, Bucky’s eyes sharpened on you, taking in your slightly dazed smile before sliding down your body to see the little black dress you were wearing. The garment suddenly felt a little indecent to be wearing around your ex-stepdad, with its plunging neckline and too-short hem, but when Bucky’s gaze returned to yours and he gave you a little smirk of appreciation, your heart soared at the same time that a delicious shiver raced down your spine.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled affectionately once you were close enough, his blue eyes sparkling as they held your gaze.

Caught off guard by the way his words made your heart flutter, warmth curling through your body, you stumbled a little in your heels. For a moment, you thought he might be talking about someone else, despite looking directly at you, but then his arms opened and you were falling against Bucky’s broad chest, your arms wrapping instinctively around his trim waist.

“I’m so glad you could make it, sweet pea,” he murmured in your ear before ducking down and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His scruff rasped deliciously over your soft skin and you trembled slightly in his arms, biting your lip against a pathetic whimper.

Forcing yourself to pull away and straighten your shoulders, you gave Bucky a shy smile. “Thank you for inviting me,” you said, relying on your manners to make you seem like you weren’t enjoying Bucky’s hug far more than you should. Your heart was racing in your chest and you were trying not to think too hard about the nickname he’d called you, liking it way too much. You tried to keep your expression politely blank as you said, “Happy new year’s, Mr. Barnes.”

“Please, call me Bucky,” he said good-naturedly, staring down at you fondly. “And happy new year’s to you, too.” His hand not holding his glass of amber liquid had lingered to rest on your hip and he gave you a reassuring squeeze that had the corners of your lips pulling up in a bigger smile. Then Bucky made a show of looking around you before giving you an exaggerated look of confusion. “Where’s your date this year?” he asked, wolfish teasing in his tone.

You couldn’t help but smile at his antics even if they were a little corny, and shook your head as the reminder of your breakup and the situation you were in dampened your expression. “No date,” you said, dropping your eyes to Bucky’s shoulder, staring at the textured material of his charcoal suit. “We split up in the spring.”

Bucky’s big hand rubbed your hip soothingly, using a finger from his other hand to tip your chin up so he could look you in the eye. His gaze was filled with sympathy and concern, and your heart lurched at the feeling of someone caring for you—it had been so long since someone had cared about your wellbeing and you wanted to hold onto it so desperately.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled, his voice low, just for your ears. His hand squeezed your hip and you swayed into his warmth, wanting to take every bit of comfort he was offering. “But I’m sure you’re better off without them.”

A scoff lodged in your throat and you dropped your eyes, scared that Bucky would be able to tell just how dire your financial situation had become in the wake of your breakup. Sure, maybe you were better off without the relationship that had no longer made you or your ex happy, but it was much harder to live by yourself in New York City. Still, you didn’t want your ex-stepdad to know about your financial troubles so you just mumbled, “Sure, of course.”

Bucky didn’t seem happy with your response—when you glanced up at him, his eyes were watching you sharply and his expression was shrewd—but he let the subject drop. Turning to the bar, Bucky grabbed a glass of champagne that had materialized seemingly the moment he’d desired it, and handed it to you.

“Well, it’s a party, sweet pea,” he said, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip. His blue eyes were sparkling again, and he looked the part of the life of the party with his wolfish grin and debonair appearance. “Drink up and stick with me,” he said, nodding to your glass before giving you a wink. “I’ll make sure you have fun.”

Obediently, you sipped the champagne, humming in pleasure as the bubbles and tart taste of the drink burst on your tongue. But then the full weight of Bucky’s words sank in and you turned to look up at him, a little frown pulling at the edges of your mouth.

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that, Mr. B—Bucky,” you said, trying to decline his offer of escorting you around the party. Not only did it fly in the face of your original plan to get in and get out as quickly as possible, but you weren’t sure you trusted yourself to be around your ex-stepdad for so long. Given the way you’d reacted to a simple hug from him, you worried about what you’d do if you stayed longer, especially after a few glasses of champagne. “I’ll be fine on my own, and you have to spend time with your guests.”

“Nonsense,” Bucky said, shaking his head and tucking you into his side. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pressed to his firm body. “I won’t be able to enjoy myself if I know my girl is all alone.” His big hand rested on your hip and he gave you a squeeze that felt both comforting and possessive.

You couldn’t help but relax into Bucky’s hold, enjoying the protectiveness in his sentiment and the stability of his big body pressed against yours. You knew it shouldn’t feel so good to be held by your ex-stepdad, but Bucky was insisting and who were you to make a fuss at his party. You told yourself you were only giving in because you still needed his money, but deep down, you knew you let Bucky whisk you through the crowded party simply because you wanted to.

As the night went on, Bucky proved to be an excellent escort, introducing you to all his friends and colleagues and keeping you engaged in the conversations he struck up with them. He prompted you to talk about your job until you were shyly admitting that you’d been promoted that year, which put a dazzling smile on Bucky’s face. He even got you to open up about the volunteer work you did at an animal rescue on the weekends. The more Bucky encouraged you, the more comfortable you felt—the more natural it felt to be on your ex-stepdad’s arm.

Bucky also made sure you always had a glass of champagne in your hands, so it wasn’t long before you started to feel a little tipsy, especially since you hadn’t eaten much that day. You’d planned on stuffing yourself with the hors d’oeuvres at the party since the food was always delicious, but instead the whirlwind of faces and conversations mixed with the alcohol and Bucky’s attention started making you feel a little dizzy.

You had a feeling Bucky would insist on escorting you away from the crowd, so you waited until he was wrapped up in a conversation with some of his old army buddies to excuse yourself to get some fresh air. Just as you’d expected, he was reluctant to let you go alone, concern creasing his brow, but his friends insisted you could take care of yourself and you waved him off with a smile.

Depositing your nearly empty champagne glass on the tray of a passing server, you wandered away from the party and down a marble hallway, finally finding a door that led to a private study. The room was a stark contrast to the cold marble of the New York City event hall, filled with dark wooden bookshelves that lined the walls from floor to ceiling save for the fireplace that held a crackling fire in its grate. There was a brown leather sofa situated close to the fireplace and a sturdy mahogany desk between the windows that looked out over a snowy courtyard.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books and the burning wood of the fire, and felt a pang of disappointment when you realized you’d left Bucky’s scent behind with him. He’d smelled warm and delicious, like expensive cologne, and you’d wanted to bury your face in his neck to breathe him in deeply. And then you’d wanted to linger there, pressed close to Bucky.

Shaking the thought from your head, you moved to the window and pressed your forehead to the cool glass. You used the chill wafting in from the cold December night to clear your mind of champagne bubbles and the memory of how Bucky’s eyes sparkled when he looked at you.

Before you could make much progress on convincing yourself to quash the burgeoning crush you were developing on your ex-stepdad, you heard the door to the room open and turned in time to see the man himself slip inside. Bucky’s gaze landed on you, his eyes lighting up, and he strode across the room, a concerned frown etched into his handsome face.

Your treacherous heart lept in your chest and your fingers actually tingled with the desire to reach for him. Instead, you kept your arms crossed over your chest, your fingers trapped against your body, and offered a shy smile to your ex-stepdad. But Bucky didn’t seem to have any qualms about touching you and once he was within reach, his hands settled on your hips, squeezing you gently before he brushed the backs of his fingers along your cool cheek.

“How’re you feeling, sweet pea?” he asked in a low rumble, his brows pulled low over his eyes in concern. He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb sweeping softly over your cheek while he stared deep into your eyes.

Without thinking, you nuzzled into Bucky’s palm, your lashes fluttering with contentment as you basked in the obvious care he was taking with you. There was something about the way Bucky treated you, the affection in his voice when he used your nickname, that made you feel so safe and warm in his arms. You wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as you could, even though you knew it was inappropriate to want anything of the kind from your ex-stepdad.

“I’m ok,” you whispered, unable to pull yourself away from Bucky despite knowing you should. Instead, your eyelids felt heavy and you let them slide closed as you leaned more heavily into Bucky’s touch. “Just a little tired is all.”

“Mm, these parties will do that to you,” Bucky murmured, guiding your head to rest against his chest. You went willingly, letting out a grateful sigh as you snuggled into Bucky’s broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, a smile playing around the edges of your lips. “Do you wanna tell me what else has been bothering you tonight?” he asked quietly once he’d lulled you into melting against him, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “I know we don’t talk very much, but I can tell when something’s not right with my girl.”

Thoughts of your nearly empty savings and your pitiful bank account returned and all of a sudden you no longer felt like you were about to fall into a peaceful sleep while wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your heart raced with anxiety and your whole body tensed. You pushed away from the warm, broad chest you’d been using as a pillow and stood on your own two feet.

Bucky let you push him away, his arms falling to his side, but he didn’t go far, crowding you into the bookshelf beside the window while you turned your shoulder to him. Your eyes focused on the snowy courtyard, noticing that some silvery flakes had begun to fall from the sky. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, trying to hold yourself together even as you felt like your life was falling apart.

“Tell me what’s going on, sweet pea,” Bucky urged in a low growl, the steel of an order beneath his warm tone. “Tell me right now what’s going on with my girl or I’ll find out some other way.” He let his words, and those left unsaid, hang heavily in the silence of the study, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls of bookshelves and the heavy wooden door.

It struck you all over again just how much power Bucky had. He was one of the top CEOs in New York City, and probably the entire country, but you’d never really stopped to consider what that meant. Of course he’d be able to find out what was going on with you. It probably wouldn’t take him more than an hour to acquire what he needed to know about your lease and your salary, and then you knew Bucky would figure out immediately what was wrong.

Defeat hung heavily around your shoulders as tears sprang to your eyes. You buried your face in your hands as you took deep, gasping breaths trying to get ahold of yourself before you started crying. The weight of everything you’d been shouldering suddenly felt like it was going to break you and you had the surprising desire to pour out everything to your ex-stepdad. It was inevitable he’d find out anyway, so you figured you might as well tell him.

Still, it was difficult to find the right words to voice your greatest shame. For a long moment, all you could do was gasp for air while you barely held yourself together. When Bucky pressed a reassuring hand to your lower back, his other hand curling gently around your wrist to pry your hands away from your face, something inside you broke and you confessed everything to him.

“I can’t afford my apartment,” you whispered hoarsely, unshed tears clogging your throat. “It’s too expensive for my salary, and I don’t have anyone to help me.” Your voice broke and you pressed a hand to your mouth, holding back a sob as you blinked your eyes furiously, staring out the window as snow softly fell and blanketed the courtyard even further. “I’ve been using the money you’ve given me to keep myself afloat, but it’s running out.” You hung your head in shame, the miserable feeling of failure washing through you as you whispered the last of your confession. “I came tonight because I needed more of your money—I’m sorry, Bucky.”

“Oh sweet pea,” Bucky murmured on a deep exhale, his voice rumbling and pleasant and much too comforting. Then he was gathering you up in his arms, turning you to face him and tucking your head beneath his chin. He held you tightly for a moment as you struggled weakly in his hold, feeling like you didn’t deserve his comfort. When you settled, too tired of shouldering your responsibilities alone, he brushed a kiss to your forehead. “You should’ve told me you were struggling,” he said in a low voice, a little bit of hurt seeping into his tone. “I’ll always help you in any way I can—you’re my girl.”

You sniffled softly as a few tears leaked from your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how good it felt to hear Bucky call you his girl, especially after what you’d admitted, and you couldn’t help but protest in your own way. “You shouldn’t have to,” you mumbled, a little bitterly. “We’re not even family anymore.”

You would’ve thought Bucky would tense at your declaration, but instead he squeezed you tighter, like he wanted to reassure you. “You’re right, sweet pea, I’m not your stepfather anymore,” he said, stroking his hand up and down your spine comfortingly. Bucky shifted his head, his scruffy jaw brushing against your temple, his voice dropping lower and his tone turning entreating as he murmured in your ear. “But I’m still a man who wants to take care of you—won’t you let me?”

“Bucky,” you said on a sigh, squirming a little in his arms. Your body was a riot of emotions, shame and guilt warring with joy and hope and the low simmering lust that grew stronger the longer you were pressed against Bucky’s firm chest. Still, you forced yourself to say the words you knew you should. “I can’t—I can only take what you were going to give me this year.”

Bucky cut you off with a sharp, derisive sound. “Nonsense, sweet pea,” he bit out, his tone harsh but not unkind. “You’ll take as much money as I give you,” he said decisively, like it was the end of the conversation. You could hear a little bit of the successful CEO in Bucky’s voice, and you were forced to admit to yourself that you liked the bossy side of him.

Even still, you pushed back from Bucky’s chest enough to look up at him, taking in the determined expression on his face. You knew from the stubborn look in his blue eyes that you weren’t going to be able to talk your ex-stepdad down from giving you more than you’d expected, so you tried a different tact.

“How am I supposed to repay you, Bucky?” you asked, your eyes searching his face. “I can’t just take your money.” He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but you cut him off, your expression sharpening with your own stubborn determination. “I don’t want to be that girl,” you whispered fiercely, voicing your insecurities in front of the man who was quickly becoming your safe harbor. “The useless girl who can’t take care of herself.”

Bucky made a low sound of protest, one of his hands cupping your chin and bringing your faces close together so he could stare deeply into your eyes. “You’ll never be that girl,” Bucky vowed, his voice low but vehement, matching your own fierceness. “Accepting my help doesn’t make you that girl.”

He paused for a moment, making sure you heard what he was saying. More tears pooled in your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly, and nodded your understanding. Bucky made a humming sound of acknowledgement. Then, his expression softened.

“If it’ll make you feel better, how ‘bout you repay me with your company, sweet pea?” he asked, his mouth spreading across his face in a rakish grin. Your heart thumped in your chest and you were momentarily stunned by the handsomeness of the man who held you—it seemed impossible he was your ex-stepdad. “Keep an old man happy by spending some time with him.” His arm around your waist squeezed you tightly as he waited for a response.

“My company to keep you happy,” you murmured distractedly as your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s mouth and you wondered, not for the first time that evening, what it would feel like to have his soft lips pressed against your own. Though you were certain he hadn’t meant anything scandalous with his offer, you imagined all the things you could do to keep Bucky happy while you were in his company—things that entailed bending over his desk or straddling his lap or lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

“Sweet pea,” Bucky growled, dragging your attention back to the moment. When you glanced up from his mouth, you found Bucky’s blue eyes darkened and narrowed on you. “I can see your filthy thoughts written all over your pretty face, but let me make myself clear.” His hand on your chin shifted, his palm pressed beneath your jaw and his fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. “I did not mean you should pay me back that way—and you will not do anything you don’t want, d’you hear me?” His expression was stern, making your heart flutter in your chest as something else fluttered deep in your core, desire igniting between your thighs.

“Yes, Bucky,” you answered quickly, your voice breathless with excitement. Your heart was pounding, your thighs squirming beneath your little black dress, wetness gathering between your folds, all because something was going to happen with Bucky. You knew it as surely as you knew midnight would ring in the new year. “I understand.” A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop yourself from beaming up at your ex-stepdad.

Bucky had no such reservations and his mouth pulled wide in a grin. Tightening his hand around your jaw, he held you still so he could watch his words wash over you. “Now, baby, why don’t you call me daddy,” he said, his deep, rumbling voice going straight to your core. “I think we both know a girl like you needs a daddy to take care of you.”

Wetness dripped from your throbbing slit and your hands gripped the lapels of Bucky’s suit jacket as your body blazed in response to what Bucky called himself. There was something so perfectly perverse about your ex-stepdad calling himself your daddy, and you found you loved it. Maybe it was dirty, but if it was, then Bucky was right there with you. And there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to let your daddy take care of you—and do every filthy thing to you that both of you could imagine.

“Yes, daddy,” you purred, your eyes heavy-lidded and your lips curving in a mischievous smile. Bucky’s eyes darkened even more, his gaze glittering in the light of the fire in the study’s grate. His smirk matched your smile and the two of you hung suspended in the moment, relishing the feeling of taking a step toward something in the realm of taboo. But what mattered most was that you were doing it together.

“Good girl, sweet pea,” Bucky cooed softly, breaking the moment by pressing a kiss to your nose and making you giggle quietly. His hand on your jaw and his arm around your waist gave you one last squeeze of reassurance before he stepped back, giving you the space to breathe and consider his next words. “Now, tell daddy how you wanna thank me for helping you, baby,” he said, his order softened by the charmingly encouraging smile he wore.

You took a deep breath, appreciating the moment of reprieve from the overwhelming lust that surged through your body whenever Bucky touched you. With his hands tucked safely in the pockets of his slacks, you were free to think, and think you certainly did. Your mind was flooded with every dirty fantasy you’d had that evening about your ex-stepdad, and a few new ones that would have to wait for another night. Of all the things you wanted to do with Bucky, one stood out in your mind.

With a smirk, you held Bucky’s gaze and slowly lowered yourself to your knees. There was a plush carpet covering the wooden floor of the study and it cushioned your legs as you kneeled before your ex-stepdad, staring up his taut and toned body. “What if I show you how I want to thank you, daddy?” you asked huskily, leaning forward and rubbing your cheek against the textured front of Bucky’s slacks, feeling his cock twitch in response.

“Christ,” Bucky bit out, closing his eyes for a moment, like he was engraving the sight of you on your knees for him in his memory. He opened them again almost instantly, his blue gaze burning into you as he cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs stroking gently over your cheeks. “If we do this, sweet pea, there’s no going back,” Bucky warned you, his voice rough and tortured, like he was giving you one last chance to get up and walk away but was praying you didn’t. “If we do this, you’re mine—mine alone. You’ll belong to me, baby, you’ll be mine.”

You waited for hesitance or reluctance to worm into your heart at Bucky’s possessive words, but you felt neither. All you felt was an eager excitement and a certainty that you were safe with Bucky. When you’d walked into his New Year’s Eve party, you’d known he was a powerful man and your former stepfather, but you’d never known he was caring and stubborn and genuinely fun to be around. Though you may not know him wholly, you knew enough that you couldn’t imagine giving yourself to anyone better. So your response came easily to your lips.

“I’m yours, Bucky,” you murmured, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist, just over his pulse. It was a promise and when you turned your eyes back to his, you knew he understood. “I want this—please, let me thank you for helping me, daddy,” you whispered softly, a pleading tone slipping into your voice.

Bucky’s expression was serious for another moment as he searched your eyes. Then he nodded once, decisively, like the matter was settled. The corner of his mouth flickered like he was fighting against a smile. “Alright then,” he said, his voice going deeper and rougher as he moved his hands away from your face to hold both sides of your head, petting you gently. “Take out daddy’s cock and show me just how much of an eager little suck slut my sweet pea can be.”

“Mm, yes sir, daddy,” you murmured distractedly, nuzzling Bucky’s bulge while your fingers worked his belt open, then his button and fly. Impatiently, you reached a hand beneath his black boxer briefs and drew out his cock, pressing your face into the underside and breathing deeply. A helpless little whimper slipped from your lips as you inhaled Bucky’s musk—the raw scent of him going straight to your brain and making you feel fuzzy and warm with desire.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m already leaking for you,” Bucky muttered, his fingers flexing against your head like he wanted to tighten his hold on you but restrained himself. As a reward, you pressed dainty little kisses to Bucky’s balls, sucking on them until he groaned like he was being tortured.

Pulling back, you got your first real good look at Bucky’s cock, and felt drool pool in your mouth at the sight of him. He was long and thick, curved in just the right way that you knew the tip of him would hit that special spot deep inside you. He was perfect, and you wasted no time murmuring as much while you peppered his length in butterfly kisses.

“So perfect, daddy,” you purred, slipping your tongue between your lips to trace the veins of Bucky’s cock. “The biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.” You looked up, catching Bucky’s eye as you smiled in between kisses to his stiff dick. “I don’t know how you’re gonna fit this fat cock in my mouth, daddy, but I can’t wait to taste your come.”

“Lick the tip, baby,” Bucky rasped, a hint of desperation in his voice. His gleaming blue eyes watched you work your soft lips over every aching inch of his cock except the throbbing, leaking head. “Taste daddy’s precum, sweet pea, s’all for you.” His fingers flexed again against your head and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, loving how much you were driving him wild.

Still, you swiped your tongue obediently over the head of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the musky, salty taste of him. “Soo good, daddy,” you murmured before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking on his cock. Bucky groaned and you felt a little more precum dribble onto your tongue, making you hum happily. “God, I love your cock, daddy,” you confessed, staring up at Bucky with a hazy, happy smile on your face as you rubbed your lips up and down his stiff length. “Wanna spend hours on my knees sucking you off.”

Bucky groaned, closing his eyes briefly like your words were too much for him. “Is that what you want, sweet pea?” he growled, fixing you with a fierce stare. “You wanna worship daddy’s cock while I use your precious little mouth as my own personal cockwarmer?”

Your body thrummed in response, picturing yourself on your knees under Bucky’s desk, your cheek resting on his thigh while you suckled on his cock as he worked. You imagined him leaning back in his chair, fucking your mouth after a stressful call, and you sucking him off eagerly to help him relax. The idea was more appealing than you would’ve thought, and you bounced lightly on your heels in excitement, nodding eagerly up at Bucky.

“Yes, yes, please use my mouth—make me your cockwarmer, please daddy,” you begged, wrapping one of your hands around Bucky’s cock and pumping him in your fist. “I wanna be your desk slut, daddy,” you whined quietly, squirming on your knees as your desire ratcheted higher, until you had to press your thighs together to stifle the throbbing need.

“Alright, baby,” Bucky said, his eyes sparkling and his mouth pulled up in a charming grin. “But first let’s see how well my eager little slut can take me, huh?” He raised an eyebrow in question and you nodded. With his grip on your head, he guided your mouth to the tip of his hard, twitching length. You opened your lips wide, your tongue sliding out to lick at the underside of his head. “We’ll see if you need any training before you’re ready to keep my big, fat cock nice and warm in your pretty throat.”

With that, Bucky began easing his cock into your mouth, spreading your lips wide and sliding the hard length of him over your tongue. You moaned as more precum leaked onto your tongue, your eyelashes fluttering at the delicious taste of Bucky flooding your senses. Distracted by your own pleasure, it wasn’t long before Bucky pressed against the back of your throat and you gagged a little, your eyes watering. Immediately, he pulled back until only the tip of him remained between your lips.

“If it’s too much, pat my thigh, baby,” Bucky ordered, tilting your head so your eyes met his. He looked stern and concerned at the same time, his bossiness warring with his care for you, making you smile around his cock head. “Got it?” he asked, raising his brows expectantly.

To show him you understood, you nodded and pat his thigh with one of your hands, practicing the safe sign. Bucky’s expression melted into an affectionate grin.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, then eased his cock back inside your mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he grunted in pleasure. “Mm, ya feel so good, sweet pea,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly as he praised you. “Your mouth’s so hot and tight, baby, feels fucking amazing.”

Moaning at Bucky’s admiring words, your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed for him. Bucky managed to push deeper into your throat, but no matter how determined you were to take his whole length, he couldn’t press past your gag reflex. He tried fucking you open, but you gagged and coughed, finally patting his thigh as it became too much. Bucky quickly retreated, pulling his cock from your mouth, leaving you with drool coating your chin as you pouted at your failure.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take all of you, daddy,” you said sullenly, ducking your head in embarrassment. You’d wanted so badly to take all of him, to show him a proper thank you in your mind, but it looked like it might take a lot more practice than you’d thought.

Bucky gripped your chin and tilted your face up, his thumb swiping through the drool. He pushed the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and you ducked forward, taking him into your mouth, sucking on his finger while your lashes fluttered. Bucky grinned down at you affectionately, using his other hand to stroke your cheek soothingly.

“Don’t be sorry, baby, we’ll get there,” Bucky cooed, shooting you a wink as he went on, “It gives us something to work toward.” You giggled around his thumb, feeling excitement replace all the embarrassment in your heart, and sucked happily on his thumb. “Do you still want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” he asked, checking in with you.

You gave it a moment of thought before pulling off Bucky’s thumb and nodding shyly. “Yes, daddy,” you murmured, wanting to feel his thick cock against your tongue again, wanting to taste him and take him as deep as you could. “Want you to use my mouth, please,” you begged softly, adding the last word as an afterthought as you stared up at Bucky from your position on your knees.

“So polite,” Bucky rumbled distractedly, guiding his cock back to your lips. You opened for him easily, moaning around him as you licked and sucked on his length. You braced your hands against his thighs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his suit pants as he slid in and out of your mouth, steadily picking up the pace. Bucky fucked your mouth just like you wanted, muttering praises the whole time. “Such a good girl for me, baby,” he groaned out between clenched teeth. “Such a perfect little suck slut for daddy.”

Between Bucky’s cock in your mouth and his words, you were so turned on that you pushed your knees open on the carpet and reached a hand beneath the hem of your dress. Your fingers found your clit through your tights and panties, rubbing little circles on the swollen nub while Bucky held your head and slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You moaned louder around his stiff length, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

When Bucky saw what you were doing, your hand pressed greedily between your thighs and taking pleasure from your rubbing fingers while he fucked your mouth, he pulled free from your lips. “Oh no, sweet pea, that’s daddy’s job,” he rumbled, gripping your arm and pulling your hand from between your thighs, then hauling you up off your knees.

You wobbled a little on your heels, dazed from pleasure and the change in position, and leaned heavily on Bucky. Your body buzzed with unslaked need and you whimpered belatedly, realizing Bucky wasn’t going to let you come yet, and that he was clearly done using your mouth so you wouldn’t be able to swallow his come.

His hand slid down your arm to your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth and licking at the faint taste of your cunt. “Taste so good, sweet pea,” he groaned, staring you in the eye as his tongue licked the arousal from your fingertips.

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming and pressing your thighs together against the throbbing, insistent ache in your core. You’d been close to coming, and your panties were soaked through with your wetness. You desperately needed relief and you pouted up at him, wordlessly begging for what you needed.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Bucky murmured in a low voice, his head bent close to yours—close enough you could taste the whiskey he’d had at the party and your own wetness on his breath. You thought he might kiss you, but instead he brushed his lips over your cheek so he could whisper in your ear. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of your needy little cunt.”

You barely had a moment to comprehend Bucky’s words before he was leading you over to the sofa and laying you down on the soft brown leather. His big hands kneaded your thighs through your tights, while he stared at your legs with a possessive gleam in his eye. Slowly, Bucky worked your dress up and over your hips, then pushed his hands further up until he could hook his fingers around the hem of your tights.

Bucky’s gaze seared into yours as he waited a beat. After a dazed second you nodded, realizing he was waiting for your permission. Then, with a grin, he dragged your tights down over your belly and hips, fingers catching your panties and pulling everything off your legs along with your heels. Bucky moved to kneel on the couch, spreading your thighs open to make room for himself and looking down at your bare pussy.

“Fuck, sweet pea, your cunt’s so fucking pretty,” he said after sucking in a sharp breath. His fingers teased through your folds, finding you soaking wet, and grunted in approval. “You got this wet sucking daddy’s cock, baby?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they flicked up to yours. A positively sinful smirk spread across his face while he waited for your answer.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, nodding and squirming, feeling shy beneath Bucky’s intense attention. He brushed his fingers over your clit and your back arched up off the sofa as a pitiful cry slipped from your mouth. Pleasure pulsed through your body like a live wire. “Need you, daddy, please,” you begged, gasping breathlessly against the onslaught of sensation from Bucky’s fingers teasing your hole.

Bucky grinned down at you, his free hand reaching up to tug down the front of your dress, letting your tits spill free. Your body trembled as the cool air of the study ghosted over the heated skin of your chest, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks. You moved to play with your tits and give yourself some relief, but Bucky beat you to it, batting your hands out of the way.

“Such pretty tits, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled almost distractedly, his eyes fixed on his hand groping your soft flesh and tweaking your nipples. After a moment he seemed to shake himself, his gaze returning to your pussy. “Need ta get ya ready for my cock,” he mumbled, before pressing two fingers into your tight hole, making you cry out. You were plenty wet enough to take him, and your cry devolved into a helpless moan as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, stretching you open.

You lay docilely on the sofa, staring up at your ex-stepdad’s handsome face, marveling over the intensity of his gaze as he worked your pussy with his fingers, his other hand lightly stroking his thick cock. It struck you all over again that the situation should feel dirty and wrong, but you realized that you didn’t think of Bucky as your former stepfather anymore. He was your daddy—a man who’d promised to take care of you and, with no small amount of surprise, you realized you trusted him to do exactly that.

Bucky looked up, catching your eye and distracting you from your thoughts with his next statement. “I’ve been tested recently, it was all clear—what about you, sweet pea?” he asked, his tone patient but edged with barely leashed arousal.

It seemed a cruel joke that Bucky asked you a question because at the same moment, he curled his fingers and pressed against a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Reaching above your head, you pushed against the arm of the sofa so you could bear down harder on his fingers, mumbling, “Yuh huh, ‘m clear, too.” Pleasure washed over you and it took a moment for the implication behind Bucky’s words to really sink in. You shook your head to clear it a little. “Wait, wait, do you have a condom?”

His fingers paused inside you, and you panted at the stretch of them as he caught your eye. Bucky was breathing heavily as he stared down at you almost like he didn’t understand your question, but then he blinked some of the glassiness from his eyes. “No, no condom,” he said slowly, his expression strained and mournful. “I wasn’t exactly expecting something like this to happen.” A crooked grin pulled at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, but it was weak.

It almost hurt you to say what you had to say next, but you knew Bucky deserved the truth. You trusted him and you wanted him to know he could trust you too, so you forced the words past your lips. “I’m not on birth control,” you whispered sadly, your face crumpling as the feeling of failure overwhelmed you for a moment. “I couldn’t afford it,” you explained in an even quieter voice.

Bucky’s face darkened like a storm cloud and for a moment you were afraid he was angry with you, but then he opened his mouth. “Sweet pea,” he said in a tortured voice that conveyed how much he worried about you. Leaning down over you, Bucky’s head hovered above where yours lay on the sofa. His soft mouth was pulled down in an unhappy frown, but his eyes were filled with more concern than frustration. “You should have come to me for help sooner,” he said, each of his words punctuated by his jaw popping as he ground his teeth. “You need to learn to ask for help when you need it.”

You felt yourself tearing up and covered your face with your hands to hide your emotional reaction to his words. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered, tears slipping free and rolling down your temples into your hair. “I didn’t think you’d want to help me,” you admitted, feeling silly for underestimating how much Bucky cared about you.

Bucky eased his fingers from inside you and gently grasped your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and pinning them to the sofa on either side of your head. He hovered so close to your face, you had no choice but to look him in the eye. Though he was blurry through your tears, you could still see the intensity of his gaze as he spoke.

“Even when you were nothing more than my ex-stepdaughter, I would have helped you,” Bucky said, his voice low and ardent. He ducked down, kissing the apples of your cheeks and working to dry the tears that still slipped from your eyes. “I know it can be hard to ask for help, but we’ll work on it.” He moved back, capturing your gaze with his own like he wanted to make sure you heard his next words. “You’re mine now, sweet pea, so if you need anything, you come to me. That’s the only way this works, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Bucky, I hear you—I understand,” you said quickly, wanting to assure him that you finally knew you could count on him. It felt so good to know that Bucky would be there for you, that he not only wanted to help you, but demanded you allow him to help you. With a trembling smile, you stared up at him and murmured, “Thank you.”

Bucky gave you a smile, his sharp gaze searching your eyes before he ducked down and brushed kisses to your cheeks until you were giggling beneath him, the scrape of his scruff tickling your skin. “Remember, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do,” he murmured when he pulled away, giving you another long look.

“I know, daddy,” you said a little petulantly, your smile growing stronger even as your body thrummed with a reminder of your arousal. Your hips squirmed beneath Bucky, his cock brushing against your inner thigh and you moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed as a reprehensible idea came to mind. Before you could think better of it, your lips were forming the words. “What if you only put the tip in?”

Bucky froze and you opened your eyes to see him staring at you sharply. You bit your lip against a smirk when you felt his cock twitch against your bare thigh, the tip of him leaking precum against your soft skin. Your heart pounded excitedly in your chest and you felt certain you’d get exactly what you wanted when his expression softened into a wolfish grin, his blue eyes glittering in the light of the fire.

“Ya want my cock that bad, sweet pea?” Bucky cooed, one of his hands finally leaving your wrists to push between your bodies and stroke through your soaked folds. He grinned wider when you arched your back and moaned for him. “Mm, you are all wet and ready for me, baby,” he rumbled, his fingers playing with your dripping pussy. “Would be a waste not to even feel this sweet cunt sucking on my cock head.”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you begged breathlessly, your hips bucking up against Bucky’s fingers, trying to take them inside you. He slipped three into your tight heat, making you moan loudly, the sound filling the study. “So wet for you, daddy—need you, please.”

“Mm, you do, baby?” Bucky rumbled, a chuckle in his tone that caught your attention. You opened your glassy, dazed eyes and stared up at him. “Need daddy to take care of you, sweet pea? Need daddy’s help?” Bucky was still grinning but he raised an eyebrow pointedly, and you felt your face heat with a little bit of embarrassment at being called out, though you were surprised to find you gushed even harder around his fingers at the tiny sting of humiliation.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment against the sensations coursing through you before opening them and fixing Bucky with your pleading stare. You didn’t know if it was because you felt safe with Bucky or you were just so riled up, but you found it was a lot easier to ask for exactly what you needed—with plenty of filthy words meant to provoke the man who was teasing you. “I need your help with my drippy little hole, daddy, I’m so empty,” you whined, your eyes wide and your lips pouting as you asked Bucky for help. “Please fill me up, daddy, need you to help me, please!”

“Good girl,” Bucky rasped, looking a little dazed himself as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin before sitting back and watching as he pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt. He used them to grip the base of his hard length and smacked his cock on your clit, making you twitch and cry out, your pussy clenching pathetically around nothing while he groaned at the sight. “So fucking pretty, sweet pea—you’re daddy’s perfect little slut.”

“Daddy,” you whined, pushing your hands against the arm of the sofa and writhing your hips. “Please, daddy!” Your lips were pushed out in a pout as you stared up at Bucky, who seemed to enjoy teasing you far too much.

“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, giving your clit a few more slaps with his cock before he finally relented and pressed the head against your tight entrance. “Just the tip, right, sweet pea?” he rasped, his blue eyes sparkling as he stared at you, waiting for your acquiescence.

“Just the tip,” you said breathlessly, nodding at Bucky and knowing the both of you were lying through your teeth. You knew that if Bucky pushed inside you a little bit, it wouldn’t be long before you were begging for more, and then he’d be fucking you bare. It was a risk, but you couldn’t help yourself from taking it. “Please, daddy!”

At your begging words, Bucky pushed the swollen head of his leaking cock past the grasping entrance of your cunt, groaning and throwing his head back as he felt your tight heat envelop him. You were moaning and arching your back, tossing your head side to side on the sofa as you felt him stretch you with just the tip of his hard length. It made even more wetness gush from your cunt and your body squirmed as pleasure pulsed through your body.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, sucking in gasps of air. “So big, feel so good.” Your hips writhed beneath Bucky, your ankles hooking around the backs of his thighs as your body moved on instinct, trying to impale yourself further on his cock. You desperately needed more of his stiff length filling your tight hole.

“Stay still, sweet pea,” Bucky growled, pressing the hand not wrapped around his cock down on your lower belly, pinning you to the sofa so you couldn’t squirm. You whined pitifully, bucking against his hand, but relishing the fact that he was strong enough to keep you still. “Baby, ya gotta stop squirming or you’re gonna be taking more than just the tip of my cock,” Bucky gritted out through his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping frantically.

You blinked the haze of desire from your eyes and focused on Bucky, who was hunched over your body, his chest heaving in his expensive suit and some of his brown hair falling forward to frame his handsome face. His expression was strained, barely leashed desire making him look half feral. You knew he was trying to hold himself back for your own good, but you wanted him to snap and give you what you both wanted, so you whined again, begging, “Please, daddy, I need your cock—I need more of you.”

“So fucking desperate, huh?” he growled, pushing another inch inside your grasping cunt and making you cry out at the stretch. “I thought you wanted just the tip, baby,” he muttered ruthlessly, pulling out until the head of his cock was only barely nudging at your entrance. “Now you want daddy to bury his bare cock balls deep in your unprotected pussy, is that it?” Bucky’s eyes were wild, his mouth twisted in a grimace as he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, driving you wild. “Wanna risk getting knocked up with daddy’s baby, sweet pea?”

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, eyes rolling back as your head and shoulders thrashed against the sofa, your body a riot of sensation from Bucky’s filthy words and his cock just teasing your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, daddy, please, yes, I want you to fuck me raw,” you cried, your voice close to a sob as Bucky kept torturing you by fucking only the tip of his cock into your pussy. “Please, god, fuck me with your big daddy cock, I need it!”

Bucky let out a raspy chuckle as he gripped your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, leaning over you so his face hovered above you. When you managed to focus on him again, you found a wicked grin on his face. “No need to call me god, sweet pea,” he teased, giving you a wink even as the strain of holding himself back was evident in the lines of his face. “But if you wanna worship me like one, I won’t stop ya.”

His teasing words had your eyelashes fluttering and your pussy squeezing down around the tip of his cock. You were so desperate for him that even his ridiculous humor couldn’t put a dent in your arousal. Thankfully, your clutching hole seemed to bring Bucky back to the moment.

“Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby,” he warned. He was gritting his teeth again and you stared, mesmerized, at the muscle jumping in his jaw. You smoothed your fingers over it, and Bucky turned his head to quickly kiss your palm before fixing you again with his stare. “Need to bury my cock in this sweet cunt.”

“Do it, daddy,” you whined, your hands curling around the back of Bucky’s neck, holding onto him while you bucked your hips for him. “Please, please, please.” Your final plea cut off in a cry as Bucky shoved himself deep inside your pussy, sheathing himself fully in your tight heat with one thrust.

It was a good thing Bucky had prepared you with his fingers because he was big and thick, and the stretch burned just as much as it sent pleasure spiraling through your body. He tried to pause to give you time to adjust to his size, but you whimpered and squirmed beneath him, urging him on. With a low chuckle, Bucky pulled out of your clenching pussy and pushed in again, fucking a moan free from your lips.

“That’s it, sweet pea, let daddy hear all your pretty sounds while he’s fucking you with his bare cock,” he rumbled, ducking down to press sweet kisses to your cheeks.

You couldn’t have controlled yourself even if you’d wanted to. The feeling of Bucky pounding into your cunt was too good, and you wailed for him, moaning loudly and gasping for air as your mind and body were overwhelmed with pleasure. All the while, Bucky kept up a steady stream of filthy praise in your ear.

“Good girl—fuck, you’re my good girl, baby,” he growled in your ear, his cock stretching you and filling you so perfectly. The tip of him pounding against that special spot inside you with every thrust. “You’re taking daddy so well, sweet pea, my perfect little slut—my girl, mine.”

Outside the study door, you heard a loud cheer from the party you’d completely forgotten about. Then, the sounds of everyone counting down from 30 began and you realized it must’ve been close to midnight. It felt surreal to think the rest of the party and the night had gone on while your relationship with Bucky, your entire world, had changed in the cozy little study with the roaring fire and comfy leather sofa.

Catching your eye, Bucky smirked down at you while he huffed a grunt, feeling your pussy sucking his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. “You’re gonna come with me at midnight, sweet pea,” he said, using his bossy CEO voice that left no room for argument.

Not that you had any desire to ignore this particular order. You nodded eagerly, a dazed smile pulling up the edges of your mouth. Pleasure was curling through you faster and faster, and you knew you were going to come soon anyway.

Bucky shoved his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing furiously, making your cunt clench down hard around his cock. He grunted and pushed through the pleasure, fucking you harder and growling, “Count down for me, baby.”

It took you a moment to decipher the chanting from the party, but when you did, you joined in. “Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen,” you counted in between gasps.

Leaning down over you, pinning your body to the sofa with his pounding hips, Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and counted with you. “Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.” His hips moved faster, fucking you harder and harder, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly until you were moaning too hard to count.

Pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter in your core and you knew you were close to the edge but you held off. You forced your heavy-lidded eyes to stay open, staring deep into Bucky’s warm, blue gaze as you counted down the final seconds together.

“Three, two, one.”

Right as the clock struck midnight and a raucous cheer went up from the party, the tension in your core snapped and your release hit you, sending you careening over the edge into a nearly overwhelming abyss of ecstasy. A scream worked its way up your thought, but Bucky silenced you with a kiss. Your first kiss with Bucky was at midnight on New Year’s Eve while you came around his cock.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids so brilliantly you had no hope of knowing if they were all inside your head or mixing with those that went off above the event hall. Bucky’s lips moved against your own, his tongue licking into your mouth and taking possession of your entire being with his kiss. Your hands cupped Bucky’s face, holding him close as you devoured each other while wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

All the while, Bucky rutted into you, dragging out your release with the ferocity with which he chased his own. His thrusts turned wild and a moment later he groaned into your mouth, pressing his cock inside you, the tip kissing your cervix as he came deep in your pussy. You were trembling beneath him, moaning when you felt his stiff length throb and spill his load in your bare cunt.

Still, you held Bucky close, your lips fused together as you kissed fervently, the sounds of fireworks and people celebrating the new year a distant cacophony. Bucky’s hips worked lazily, pumping into you until you whimpered at the overstimulation and he grunted, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he stopped thrusting inside you. Rolling onto his side and tucking you between his big body and the back of the couch, Bucky held your limp body in his strong arms.

You could feel his cock beginning to soften in your channel, his come leaking out of you and reminding you of what you’d just done. Oddly, you couldn’t find any unease in your heart. You knew you should feel dirty and shameful for fucking your ex-stepdad or, at the very least, worried about letting him come inside you when you weren’t on birth control, but none of those emotions were present. Instead, you felt more content and happy than you had in years.

“Feeling ok, sweet pea?” Bucky asked, his voice low and deliciously rumbly. His hand was rubbing up and down your spine in a soothing caress. You snuggled deep into his chest, hiding a smile against the soft, textured fabric of his suit jacket.

“Yeah,” you whispered, breathing deeply to inhale Bucky’s scent. You were already relaxed and loose from your orgasm, but the smell of him calmed you further.

“Any regrets about fucking your ex-stepdad?” Bucky asked bluntly, startling a laugh out of you. Leaning back, your cheek resting on Bucky’s arm, you looked up into his handsome face. His expression was a little guarded, but his eyes were vulnerable as he stared back at you, waiting for your response.

“No, not a single regret here,” you said softly, giving him a genuinely happy smile as you cupped his face in your hands. You pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, smiling through the quiet rumble of appreciation that sounded in his chest at the light brush of your lips.

“Good,” Bucky said firmly, when you pulled away. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, mirroring what you’d done when you were on your knees in front of him. It was a promise, just like yours had been. “Because I have plans for you,” he rumbled, his blue eyes sparkling when he caught your gaze again. Leaning in, he kissed you fiercely on the mouth.

Your excited laughter was muffled when Bucky deepened the kiss, both of you getting lost in the slide of your mouths and the playful nipping of your teeth. You lay on the sofa in the study for a little while longer, making out like teenagers, until Bucky finally pulled away and regretfully told you he had to get back to the party and his guests. He gave you the option of going back with him or he’d order you a car to take you home. Wanting to spend more time with Bucky, you opted to stay with him.

After righting your clothes and cleaning yourselves up as well as possible in the bathroom adjoined to the study, Bucky escorted you back to the event hall, where things were a little more debauched than when you’d left. Most of the men had shed their jackets, with some having slung them around the shoulders of the women on their arms. Many of the women had smudged lipstick, if it wasn’t gone entirely, and you wondered what the hall must’ve looked like when the clock struck midnight.

Thankfully, neither Bucky nor you—him without his jacket and his shirtsleeves rolled up his elbows, and you without your tights—didn’t look any worse for wear than anyone else at the party. Though you felt a little naughty since Bucky had pocketed your panties before you could put them back on, promising to keep them safe while he cleaned his come from your thighs.

The two of you wound through the crowd, Bucky wishing everyone a happy new year, until his old army friends waved you both over. They all looked glassy eyed and had a couple lipstick stains on their cheeks and necks, which made you giggle as they welcomed you and Bucky with friendly greetings. You spent much of the rest of the night tucked into Bucky’s side, chatting with his friends while his hand squeezed your hip possessively. Occasionally, Bucky shot you heated looks that made you remember what you’d gotten up to with your ex-stepdad in that study and you squirmed with renewed desire.

At the end of the night, instead of taking you back to his place, Bucky sent you home in a car. When you whined in protest, he gave you a stern look and ordered you to get some rest—something you wouldn’t be able to do if you were in his bed. He gave you one last kiss that left your entire body thrumming with need before helping you into the backseat of the car with his jacket draped around your shoulders. At home, you cleaned off your makeup and got into bed wrapped up in Bucky’s jacket, the scent of his cologne making you feel calm and safe as you fell asleep.

You slept until late morning and woke to an alert from your bank. When you opened the app on your phone, you blinked blearily for almost a minute at what you found. There was so much money in both your checking and savings accounts, you thought there must’ve been an error.

But when you called the bank, the person you spoke to said there was no mistake. A Mr. James Buchanan Barnes had directed them to deposit those amounts into your accounts and wire another large sum to your landlord. When the bank confirmed the amount, you realized Bucky had effectively payed off your apartment for the remainder of your lease. You thanked the person on the phone through numb lips, your eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you realized Bucky had followed through on his promise to help you. In fact, he’d gone above and beyond what you’d expected.

It occurred to you that you had no idea how Bucky had acquired your bank account information, or the details of your lease to pay it off. It was the first time you’d truly seen the power Bucky could wield as one of the country’s most successful CEOs, and he was using it to take care of you. Your heart thumped happily and a smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as you thought about texting Bucky to thank him.

Just then, there was a knock at your door. You pulled the first thing you grabbed over your nightshirt, which turned out to be Bucky’s suit jacket that had been tangled in your blankets. Padding to the front door, you opened it and found a courier, who asked for your signature then gave you a small box.

Retreating back into your apartment, you had a suspicion of who had sent the box and your heart beat excitedly in your chest. Sitting on your bed, your suspicion was confirmed when you opened the box and found a note. It was from Bucky, and read:

I had a wonderful night, sweet pea, and I can’t wait to see you again. Until then, I’ve enclosed a special gift for you to show you how much I appreciate you letting me help you. Take a picture of you wearing your gift and send it to me when you can. Happy new year. -Daddy

A wide grin was stretched across your face by the time you finished reading the note and you clutched it tight to your chest for a minute, squealing happily while you bounced on your bed. Once you’d gotten your excitement out, you opened the flat, wide square velvet box that had arrived with the note.

Inside, you found a necklace. The chain was made up of delicate silver links that you knew were real silver, and at the center hung a beautiful, simple heart pendant. When you carefully lifted the necklace from the box to look at it more closely, you caught a glimpse of an inscription on the back of the pendant.

As you read the words etched into the silver, your heart thumped happily in your chest and you bit your lip against a beaming grin. You felt heat blossoming in your core, making a needy, impatient ache grow between your thighs that you knew only Bucky would be able to help you with.

Remembering what his note had asked you to do, you fastened the necklace around your neck, not bothering to change or put on makeup before you snapped a few pictures until you found one you liked. In the photo, you were fresh-faced and beaming, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightshirt, Bucky’s suit jacket still hangning off your shoulders. The necklace had settled around your neck, the pendant framed perfectly in the hollow of your throat.

It took you a moment to pull up Bucky’s contact and start a text thread since you’d never messaged him before. You sent him the photo with a simple, “Thank you, daddy.” Happiness settled around your shoulders, and a giddy excitement bubbled in your chest as you thought about the future that lay ahead of you with Bucky. It may be unconventional, but it was already precious to you.

Laying back in your bed, you enjoyed the weight of the necklace around your throat, a naughty smile stealing across your lips when you thought about the inscription on the back of the pendant. It was a reminder of your relationship that was only for you and Bucky, it was a promise between the two of you. You felt his comfort and his care as the words of the inscription flitted across your mind:

Property of J.B.Barnes

#i love this #ceo!bucky #exstepdad!bucky #stepcest #tagging that just in case #bucky fic rec #˗ˏˋ ꒰ angel’s library ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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