warnings— face fucking, ass fingering, rough bucky, name calling, almost getting caught, age gap ((17 years)) bc professor!bucky
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Libraries were made for sex. All alone in dusty stacks of books, with private little rooms just begging to be occupied with sweaty writhing bodies. And this is where it happened. The first day you met him, You ran out of the class, breathless with dripping panties. Being near him made your chest tight and your pussy tingle, You flirted with him constantly, which was probably a bad idea, but alas, here you were, in the temple of secret sex, being tutored by your professor. The setting couldn't have been more perfect.
You tried to concentrate on finding a book, but you couldn't. He looked so good. The way that red shirt pulled tight across his tall muscular body. Wondering how good that light skin would feel pressed against yours, wanting to run your fingers through his dark hair. The way you were hoping those beautiful blue eyes were seeing through your close. No wonder you couldn't concentrate. You both were crouched on the ground, searching the shelves. The smell of his cologne was overpowering you; you were so close you could feel his body heating the cold air around his, his fingers lightly touching the spine of each book as if it were a woman's body. This man was pure sex. And you couldn't take it anymore.
You were all alone on the floor, You knew anyone wouldn't see. It was so cold you could see his breath, the breath you wanted to feel on your skin, warming my body. His fingers, those teasing beautiful fingers, finally found the book we were looking for, and he looked up at you. It did something you never thought possible. You leaned down and kissed him.
He looked up at you, confused, not embarrassed or ashamed, just confused. You felt so ashamed, so nervous in those brief tense seconds. You shouldn't have done that, he didn't want it; he'd never talk to you again. You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, he shot up to his feet, grabbed your wrist, and dragged you down the aisle. You reached the small study room at the end. He flung open the door and threw you into the small room, slamming the door as he followed you in. You looked at his face; it was pure animal lust blind to the consequences. You backed up against the table, scared of what you had unleashed.
He grabbed your body and crushed his lips into yours, sending an electric shock through your already tense body. You were kissing the man of my dreams, the man who could possibly lose his job after this session but you knew you were completely dominated. You were at the mercy of his will. You felt your head spinning as his tongue teases your mouth, violently kissing you. You felt like such a slut, You were moaning already and your pussy was getting wetter.
He pulled away from your lips, and stared at you with an intensity you've never seen before.
"I'm sick of you teasing me. You're going to take whatever I give you and you're not going to complain, you goddamn whore."
