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works/3636417.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Captain_America_(Movies), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      Steve_Rogers, James_"Bucky"_Barnes
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher!Steve, student!bucky, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate
      Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Underage_Sex, Spanking, Anal_Plug, Anal_Sex,
      Dirty_Talk, Wow_this_is_inappropriate
  Series:
      Part 1 of My_Body,_Your_Hands
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-29 Words: 1731
****** Swear It Won't Take You Long, If You Love Me Right ******
by ToastMaloneIII
Summary
     Bucky is 17 and horny. Steve may be closer to 38 and may be Bucky's
     teacher. Either way he shouldn't have left Bucky alone, he knows that
     the boy has a bad habit of finding Steve no matter where he goes.
Notes
     Wow where did this come from? I was listening to Talking Body by Tove
     Lo and I got inspired. Next thing I know, I'm staying up 'till
     midnight to write this in two hours. Enjoy!
Bucky walks through the crowded club, his stride oozing purpose. Fog fills the
spacious building, an abandoned warehouse home to a club that men of his
persuasion visit often and his eyes have to strain to continue their search. A
man steps in his path in an attempt to divert his attention, but he passes
without a second glance. Countless eyes caress his body, hands try and find
purchase on his too-tight jeans, but he has eyes for only one. 
His build makes him easy to find in the crowd of lithe twinks. Bucky watches as
they paw him, their hands trailing down his bulging arms and attempt to sneak a
grab at his ass. The brunet passes through, scaring the pouting faces off with
a fiery glare. The blond's gaze finally settles on him and he feels his knees
go weak. For a moment, those gorgeous blue eyes fill with lust at the sight of
him and Bucky is reminded of the pleasure they promise. The next second, his
eyes are widening almost comically so and the man is storming toward him. 
"Bucky?! What the fuck are you doing here?" Steve grabs his arm roughly and
drags him through the crowd. He struggles to formulate a response, Steve is so
close and that strong grip on him, it reminds him of the last night they spent
together. 
 
Steve's hand slides roughly down his sides, resting on his hips as he guides
Bucky's movements. He lifts the smaller body, muscles shifting and flexing
under skin making Bucky's mouth water. Suddenly, Bucky is being dropped, his
ass nearly empty of Steve's cock before and he is filled to the brim in one
swift movement. With his head flung back and eyes screwed shut, Bucky's hands
join Steve's on his hips, holding onto the other man's hands for dear life as
he moans wildly. 
"Fuckfuckfuck! Steeeeeeve, yes!" Bucky screams, bouncing his hips under Steve's
guiding grip. Skin slapping on skin echoes throughout the room and Steve
hadshim moving at a brutal pace for what seems like hours. Bucky's thighs begin
to burn and his hips stutter as he slows, wrapping his arms around the blond's
neck he pulls him close. Resting his forehead on the larger man's he gazes
deeply into those blue eyes, losing himself in the pleasure, the sensations
wracking his body. 
"Don't," Steve grunts and wraps a hand tightly around the base of his cock,
effectively killing his orgasm, "not yet." Bucky whimpers out a curse and
considers begging. It's the fourth time he's been this close, his release so
near that he can almost taste it and Steve is there again to steal it away.
Steve flips them, sensing Bucky's fatigue and settles himself between the
brunet's open thighs before pushing in again. " Ahhh fuck, Steve. I need- I
need to..." He loses his thought and settles for bucking up to meet Steve's
hips. The blond groans and pulls Bucky's ankles up over his shoulders, folding
him nearly in half and snaps his hips forward.The smaller man's eyes go wide at
the new angle and he screams as Steve begins thrusting with renewed passion. 
"You want it baby? Yeah? That what you want?" 
 
Steve pulls him to the back of the building, near the bathrooms, a turns to
begin scolding him. "What are you doing here, Buck? How did you even get in?"
Bucky leans casually against the brick wall behind him, catching Steve's not-
so-subtle scan of his outfit. He flashes his fake i.d. and reaches up to drape
an arm around the blond's neck. 
"Whats a matter Stevie?" He drawls teasingly in the other man's ear. "Didn't
you miss me?" He cups Steve's dick through his jeans, a bold move that startles
the blond, and grins. Gotcha. 
Steve grabs his hands and pins them to his sides, but he movement only brings
them closer, allowing Bucky to press against him. "You are seventeen, Bucky,
and one of my students. What if someone sees us? What if the recognize you?"
It's hard to keep a stern voice when Bucky is rubbing against him like a cat in
heat, Steve drops his hands. Bucky resumes his previous position, both arms
around Steve's neck. 
"Do you think Principal Fury is in here?" He glances around, mock worry
clouding his features and grins at Steve's eye roll, "That explains a lot. I
thought I saw him checking me out at school the other day." Steve sighs and
rests his hand on Bucky's shoulder. They have rules about this, their
relationship is dangerous enough as it is, if someone were to see them, and
here of all places. It wouldn't end well. 
"Bucky, you need to go, now." A shiver runs through him at the commanding tone
and Bucky decides it's time to pull out the big guns. Steve is obviously not in
the right mood and he knows exactly what to do to change that. The brunet pouts
dramatically before leaning to whisper in Steve's ear. 
"But Mr. Rogers, I missed you last night." Bucky sighs and nibbles lightly at
Steve's ear feeling the bigger man shiver beneath him. "I was so lonely, so
cold, so...empty."
His words must strike a nerve because Steve is pulling him forcefully into the
bathroom and locking the door behind them. Bucky turns to face him, his eyes
hooded with lust. "Turn around." Steve commands and Bucky does so without
complaint. Steve's arms come around him and unzip his jeans before pulling them
down to his ankles and pushing him forward until he is bending over the sink,
legs spread obscenely wide. 
Bucky hears Steve's sharp inhale and smirks knowing that he's in so much
trouble. Steve's fingers graze the plug nestled snug in his ass. He taps it
sharply and Bucky yelps, jerking forward. "Where did you get this Bucky?" He
bites his lip, remaining silent and Steve gives another sharp tap against the
toy. 
"Fuck!" Bucky moans and pushes back against his hand.
"Did you take this from my drawer?" Steve asks sternly and Bucky chews his lip
before nodding slowly. A sharp slap rings through the small room and he cries
out. "Such a bad boy, Bucky. I think you need to be punished for misbehaving."
He lets another smack fly and Bucky muffles his cry with his hand. 
"Please, Steve!" He moans when the next slap flies. 
"10 more," Steve commands, "and you will address me properly. Count." 
Steve's hand lands square on his left cheek and Bucky whimpers, "One." The
second one catches him by surprise and it stings worse than before, "Two, oh
fuck. Mr. Rogers, please!" The next two ring out in quick succession and Bucky
finds it hard to breath with som many sensations running through him. He isn't
sure how he makes it to ten but when he does, Bucky nearly cries with relief.
Tears cloud his eyes as Steve rubs his red ass soothingly, only managing to
intensify the burn. 
"I'm going to fuck you now, but only I will come, you will wait. I'm going to
fill you up, put this plug back in, and take you home where I'm gonna fuck you
until you beg me to stop." Steve's words are low and menacing in his ear and he
moans with delight while pushing his ass back in offering. Steve squeezes his
ass cheeks roughly before spreading them apart and gazing hotly at his hole. He
pulls the plug out quickly and Bucky whimpers at the loss.
The plug appears before his face and he hears Steve bark out another command,
"Open. You are gonna hold this for me until I'm done." He takes the plug in his
mouth and moans at how deliciously filthy he feels. Cold lube drips onto his
empty hole and he jerks at the sensation. Warms fingers are next and they slick
him up quickly. Bucky hears the rip of the condom packet and waits anxiously
for Steve's cock. 
He goes from empty to full in what feels like two seconds flat as Steve wastes
no time filling him up. Bucky groans around the plug in his mouth and pushes
back, loving the grunt that Steve lets out. Steve sets a hard, fast pace that
nearly drives Bucky mad. He knows exactly how to wind him up with direct hits
to his prostate before grasping the base of his cock and cutting his orgasm
short every time.
Sweat is pooling in the small of his back and dripping down his face and his
hips are beginning to ache. Steve must sense his discomfort because he doubles
his efforts and Bucky feels Steve's orgasm draw close. Steve's hips stutter as
he lets out a deep groan and Bucky whimpers at the warmth that floods his ass.
The older man pulls him close, wrapping his arms around him and dropping soft
kisses on his shoulders. Steve takes the plug from his mouth and whispers
softly in his ear, "So good baby. My good boy." Bucky preens under Steve's
praise and it's enough to make him forget his raging hard on.
Steve bends him back over and pulls out slowly, shushing Bucky's soft whimpers,
and replaces the plug, making Bucky feel fuller than he did before. He cleans
them both up, fastens Bucky's jeans and kisses him softly. They end up making
out for so long that Bucky knows his lips will be red and raw the next day.
Steve cups his face and asks him if he's ok again and again and its only after
Bucky threatens to find someone else to finish him off that Steve believes
him. 
They leave through the back of the club and walk quickly to Steve's apartment
which is conveniently located only a few blocks away. When they arrive, Steve
makes good on his promise to tear Bucky apart and the night ends with Bucky
swearing that he will never be able to walk again. 
In the morning Steve makes coffee and grades papers until Bucky shuffles into
the living room and plants himself tiredly in Steve's lap. He looks so cute in
Steve's large sweatshirt and too big socks that Steve decides to put off
scolding him about last night's behavior until later. Instead he gathers him
close and relishes in one of the few stolen moments that they have together. 
 
 
 
 
 
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