Late again. You're late to history for the third time this week. Professor Barnes, we all call him Bucky, is going to hold you late after class today, he had told you yesterday that he would if you were late again this week. You can't help that Professor Rogers likes to go off on his tangents for an extra ten minutes. By the time you get across campus you're already twenty minutes late and class is in full swing. You take your usual seat in the very back of the room praying he won't notice. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky always knows, he searches for your light blue eyes everyday.
He finishes his lecture at precisely 11:30, he was the most punctual person you had ever encountered. As students begin filing out of the room, you begin collecting your books.
"y/n, could you hang back for a moment?" That voice, smooth as butter as it rings through the room.
"You're falling behind. Your daily tardiness to my class has caused a substantial deterioration of your grades this semester. You have missed a couple assignments this week and I'm not quite sure you understand half of what I am currently trying to teach." His eyes were full of concern. His words knock the wind out of you, history had always been your best class, you were enamored with the wars, the breaking and remodelling of countries throughout history. To hear that you could potentially fail Bucky's course felt as though your world was crumbling beneath your feet. It wasn't just because it was a history course however. It was because it was HIS course, you couldn't bear the thought of him seeing you as a failure.
You look at him with tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
"Is there any way that I could bring up my grade before the end of the semester? Extra credit maybe?"
"Why don't I tutor you for the remainder of the semester? You could come by my place every wednesday and friday around five and we can get you caught up." He shouldn't have invited you to his home, he can barely control himself when you're across the classroom. He's selfish, needs you close to him.
His offer takes you by surprise. At first you had thought you had imagined the words leaving his mouth until you noticed him waiting for a response.
"That would be amazing! Thank you James." you weren't sure if you could handle being in his home twice a week. His long hair and tattooed arm were a constant distraction in class, the thought of being in a room alone with him, made you nervous in the best possible way. Unfortunately he was your professor, he would never think of you in the same vulgar manner. Through your excitement you hadn't even noticed the usage of his first name instead of Bucky. Until you saw the way he reacted.
His eyes darkened at the sound, nobody called him James, he never liked the name, until now hearing the way it rolled off your tongue had him wanting to hear you moan it as he bent you over the desk. After clearing his throat he replied, "Perfect I will see you Friday at 5, I will write down my address for you"
After grabbing his address you quickly left the room. You must have imagined it. The way his voice lowered an octave after you said his name. The slight shake of his hand as he wrote on the sticky note you were now clutching to your chest. The way his gaze lingered on you just a second too long as you stood to leave. Your daydreaming was beginning to get out of hand.
The rest of the week went by like a blur, you were becoming more and more nervous as Friday eventually rolled around. Questions filled your mind, what did his house look like? What did he look like outside of a classroom setting? Would his hair still be slicked back? Does he always wear black?
"y/n are you still with us?" his voice, like a summer breeze floating through grass, cuts through your thoughts. You had gotten lost in your daydreams in the middle of his lecture.
You could feel the heat in your cheeks fueled by the sudden embarrassment coursing through your veins,
"Yes sir, I apologize for the disruption" for the remainder of the lecture you fought off the thought of how his voice would sound whispering in your ear, the way his arms would feel wrapped around your slim figure. Finally, at 11:30 sharp he ended his lecture wishing everyone a wonderful weekend.
"I will see you at five o'clock y/n, you still have the address I gave you Wednesday correct?" he asked as I walked towards the door.
"I do"
His response was quiet, low enough you thought you had misheard him as "good girl" rolled off his tongue as you walked out of the room. You whipped around to be sure, but he was already seated at his desk. Too far away to comfortably ask if you had heard him correctly.
The remainder of your classes went by in a blur, you couldn't stop replaying your conversation with Bucky in your head, trying to figure out if you had misheard him or not. Your nerves for this afternoon were raging through your body by the time you got to your apartment just off campus at three. You had two hours to prepare yourself before going to his house. You looked at your outfit, an oversized hoodie with black leggings and your favourite pair of low top converse. Perfect for school, but not for a study session with James. After saying his name for the first time you couldn't help yourself, it just felt right. You decide on a pair of ripped jeans with a low cut t-shirt and a jacket. Your long dark hair pulled into a high ponytail.
Unsure of how long you will be with James, you decide to make grilled cheese with tomato soup, your comfort meal. You had this before every test or anything that sends your anxiety through the roof. After eating and doing the few dishes in the sink, it was time to leave. You grabbed the sticky note from the history book you had stashed it in, you punched the address into your phone before getting into your car.
The drive is short, he lives five minutes away from you. Closer than you had expected. His house was a simple two storey, the dark blue paint sticking out compared to the rest of the light greys and whites covering the rest of the street. You pulled into his driveway at five o'clock sharp. You turned off the car, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat while making your way to the front door. You rang the doorbell anxiously waiting for him to open the door. The second you saw him, you felt the air leave your body. His hair was slightly dishevelled, as though he had been running his hands through it. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, revealing more of his tattoo that always peaked out from under his sleeve in class. His tight black jeans would leave little to the imagination.
"Right on time, Y/N. Gotta say I'm surprised." He said in a joking matter of fact tone. Your cheeks flushed as you looked down at your trusty converse. He opened the door for you to come into his home. The grey walls were high, adorned with paintings and knickknacks. The whole home was open concept, it was simple. The couches were made of white leather, overlooking a giant television that sat on top of a fireplace. What caught your eye was a black grand piano in the corner.
"I didn't know you played." You said looking back at him, startled by his close proximity to you. He can hardly hold himself back from you, the innocent glint in your eyes as you look up at him, teasing him with your gaze. He took a noticeably deep breath,
"Yeah, I've been playing since I was young, do you play?" He asked, his voice deepening. You subtly bit your lip causing James's jaw to tighten and eyes darken.
"No, I was never taught."
"Would you like me to give you a quick lesson before we begin our actual lesson?" He smirked, gesturing to the piano. You smiled and nodded.
"I need you to tell me you want to, Y/N. Use your words." His suddenly stern voice sent shivers down your spine.
"Yes, I would like you to teach me."
Oh the things I'm going to teach you, James thought. He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you to the bench. His touch sent a bolt of electricity throughout your body, even though it was light and insignificant. James took his place behind you.
"Where do I start?" You asked looking back at him, his tall, muscular frame towered over you.
"Well, you can start here." His large hands covered yours as he guided you across the keys.
"Twinkle twinkle little star, really?" You asked in a snarky tone. His grip slightly tightened around your hands as he took a deep breath.
"It's just a beginner's song, Y/N."
"Well, can you show me something? How about your favourite song to play?" You asked. He thought about it for a moment, the feeling of your soft hands in his was making it hard to think properly.
"Why not." He leaned further down, you could feel his breath against your neck. He began to play a sweet melody, his fingers moving expertly across the keys. James could hardly play as he took in the smell of your vanilla perfume. He managed to finish the song, but he stayed in place, his hands resting on the edge of the piano.
"James? Everything okay?" You asked, his breath hitched at the sound of his name. The way it rolled off your tongue. His grip on the piano tightened, his knuckles turning white. He raised his head slightly, his lips grazing your ear.
"No, everything is not okay." He whispered, his voice so low you hardly caught what he said.
"What do you mean? Did I do something?" You asked turning around to face him, forcing him to take a step back. James looked down on you, his eyes dark with lust and his jaw clenched.
"Quite frankly doll, you did do something." He said, leaning back down, placing his arms on either side of you trapping you in place. Your faces inches apart, one move and your noses would touch. You looked down to avoid his tantalizing stare.
"You have no idea what you do to me everyday doll." He growled. Your breathing quickened as he brought his hand to your chin forcing you to look up at him. His thumb grazing your bottom lip. He brought his face down just low enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your lips.
"Kiss me." You said, giving in to all your temptations.
"Say please, doll." He demanded.
"Please."
"Good girl." Your lips pressed together, gently. His lips were as soft as you imagined. You softly moaned into the kiss, James went feral. He wrapped his hand around the back of your head, taking a handful of hair and pulling your head back, exposing your neck. He left a trail of kisses up to your ear and bit it softly then made his way back to your lips. This kiss was different, it was filled with animalistic desire. You opened your mouth slightly and he took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue in. You tasted so sweet, his pants getting tighter as his bulge grew. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.
"You want to know what you do to me doll?" He asked
"Yes." You said, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"Yes what?"
"Yes please." He groaned in approval. He grabbed your hand bringing it to the prominent bulge in his pants. You gasped, wetness pooling between your legs.
"This is what you do to me every day." Even through his pants you could feel how big he was. You looked up at him and began moving your hand. His eyes rolled back and a deep moan escaped his lips. He moved your hand and grabbed you by your waist forcing you to your feet. His body pressed against yours, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss was full of desperation and need. He brought you around the side of the piano, never breaking the kiss. His hands traveled down your torso to the back of your thighs.
"Jump." He said in between kisses. You complied. He lifted you onto the piano, his inked hand on your inner thigh the other on your cheek. He has wanted to touch you this way since the beginning of the semester, now that he is getting the chance he hardly knows where to begin. He moves his hand closer to your clothed heat, making you open your legs inviting him to touch you right where you wanted him.
His hand stilled just inches from where you needed him. "Beg for it baby, tell daddy what you want" Your breath hitched in your throat, unable to form words, nobody had ever demanded you to beg for them before. You were at a complete loss for words, sitting on top of a grand piano whining for more.
His other hand wrapping around your throat forcing you to look him in the eyes,
"I told you to beg, do as I say or we will stop here and this won't happen again."
Your mouth went dry. You swallowed thickly. "Please touch me."
"Please touch me, who?"
"Please touch me…daddy."
"That's my good girl."
His hands flew to the hem of your shirt, ripping it from your body exposing the simple white lace bralette underneath. His mouth began to water at the sight of your half naked body on his piano. He trailed open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck as his hands came up to squeeze your breasts. You let out a soft moan as he took one into his mouth, sucking and biting, leaving marks on your skin where only he would be able to see.
"You are mine. Do you understand?" His voice was laced with desire.
"Yes daddy, I'm yours." Your voice thick with need.
"Let me taste you baby, I need to know if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips."
You freeze, nobody has ever tasted you before. Of course you've gone down on other men prior to this, but none of them ever reciprocated. James felt the way your body tensed. Noticed you bite down on your bottom lip.
"Has no one ever tasted you before doll?" his eyes searing into yours expectantly waiting for your response. You simply shook your head, nerves getting the best of your voice.
"You are in for a treat. Lay back for me, bring your hips to the edge doll." You hesitate for just a second before doing as you're told, propping yourself up on your elbows. James placed feather-like kisses along your chest and stomach stopping at your naval. His fingers making quick work of your button and zipper before hooking them around the sides, slowly pulling them off you. He kissed his way down one leg and up the other leaving soft bites along the inside of your thighs.
He stopped looking up to meet your eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. You gave him a short quick nod. His left arm snaked around your hips, holding you in place. He dragged his tongue along your inner thigh, stopping at your panties. He hooked his finger around them pulling them to the side. He licked a stripe along your heat causing your back to arch and your mouth to fall open. He continued working his tongue against your clit, his eyes never leaving yours. He loved watching the effect he had on you, the rise of your chest, the soft moans leaving your lips. James brought his hand down to your wet pussy, he teased your entrance with one of his long fingers. You bucked your hips towards him, wanting more. You needed more. He noticed your apprehension and slowly slid his finger into your heat.
"Fuck, your so tight baby." He said. He kissed back up your body, his fingers making you squirm against him. James brought his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on him. You could feel your orgasm building, your breath quickened and your moans grew louder.
"What's my name, doll?"
"Daddy!" You screamed, his fingers moved faster inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't cum. I want to be inside of you when you cum." James commanded.
"Please can I cum daddy?" You beg. Before he could answer you felt yourself come undone around his fingers. Your legs clamped shut as he moved his fingers to your now sensitive clit, moving quickly.
"What did I just say? You were not allowed to cum." He said, moving his hand faster, making your body jolt and squirm uncontroallably.
"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore." You said between moans.
"Please, I can't take anymore." You pleaded, he began to rub your clit even faster than before making you scream and try to push his hand away. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.
"You think that this is it? I haven't even started, doll." He growled in your ear. You felt your second orgams building, just before you could finish he pulled his hand away.
"Only good girls get to cum. You didn't listen when I just told you not to cum, and you've been late to my class making me worry about you. You will get to cum when I have decided that you have been a good girl. Now, get on your knees for daddy." He spoke through his teeth. Your chest heaving, you get off the piano and sink to your knees in front of him.
"Give me your hands doll." He said as he takes off his belt. You put your hands up as he loops the belt around your wrists, tightening it as he goes. He unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs. His bulge making his boxers uncomfortably tight. You look up at him through your eyelashes.
"I love it when you look at me like that, sweet and innocent knowing what you're about to do next" You bite your lip and move your now tied hands to the hem of his boxers pulling them down, his dick springing up. You were shocked by his size, it's the biggest you've ever seen, you aren't sure youll be able to even fit your mouth around it.
"Take it like the good little slut that you are." James said, noticing your hesitation. You look up at him as you lick his tip, watching as his head falls back and a low groan leaves his lips. You slowly push your head down his length, trying to take as much of him in as you can. He reaches behind your head, gripping a fistful of your hair, guiding you. He pushes you further down, you gag as he hits the back of your throat.
"Fuck, take all of me, just like that baby." He moans, as you move your head faster. You bring your hand to the base of his dick, pumping as your head bobs at the same pace. You feel him start to throb in your mouth, his moans filling the room. He suddenly pulls your head back.
"Bend over the piano with your hands above your head for me doll." You stand up and do as you're told. James stands there for a moment, completely transfixed by your beauty and submission. He takes all of you in before grabbing your hips, lining himself up with your slick entrance. He reaches around your throat pulling you up.
"Do you want me to fuck you, doll?" He asks, kissing up the side of your neck.
"Yes please, daddy. I want you to fuck me."
"That's my good girl." He said before slamming you back down on the piano. You gasp as he eases into you so you can adjust to his size.
"Fuck doll, your so tight." He says as he throws his head back. He picks up speed, ramming his hips into your own. He grips your hair with one hand and your hip with the other. His pace is fast and unforgiving. The sounds of your moans and slapping skin filling the room. You feel his hand leave your hip only to be shortly followed by a loud smack on your ass making you yelp.
"You're so loud for me doll" He pulls all the way out, then slams himself back inside you, making you scream even more for him. You can feel your orgams building in the pits of your stomach.
"Can I cum daddy?" You beg, only to receive another slap on your ass.
"No, you can wait a little longer for me doll." James replies. His movements halt as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He grabs your hips and turns you around, hoisting you onto the piano.
"I want to look into those innocent eyes when you cum around my cock." He groans. Without warning he slams back inside of you, your eyes roll back as he goes harder than before. His movements become increasingly sporadic as he gets close. You can feel your orgasm building once again, your back arching off the piano. He puts his hand on your stomach holding you down.
"Cum with me baby." He says, his movements getting sloppy. You let yourself go around his dick as you feel him twitch inside of you, filling you.
"God, your perfect Y/N." He says sweetly, his chest heaving as he unties your hands. "I'll be right back" he leaves to grab a wet towel to clean you up before helping you get dressed. Your legs are shaking, you can't even stand properly.
There was no studying done that evening. Once James helped clean you up, he gave you his shirt and helped you step into your panties before taking you to the living room.
"If this is what our study sessions are going to look like I may have to come over more than twice a week James." you say looking up at him as he sits on the couch with your legs draped over his lap.
"I think you might be right doll, now that I've had you once I don't think I'll ever get enough." he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead as you snuggle into his side, slowly drifting to sleep.
This is how you continue the remainder of the semester. Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and over the course of the weekend you are in his home, trying desperately to learn more about the history you have been missing, only to fail the second you walk through his front door.
