Please, Mr. Barnes
CEO!Bucky x Reader | NSFW, 18+ only please | 2163 words | Masterlist
You’ve just started a new job as the executive secretary to the one and only James “Bucky” Barnes - founder, owner, and leader of Barnes Bionics, the most successful prosthetics companies in North America. Everything is going smooth until your royally fuck up and Bucky is forced to punish you the only way he knows how...
Warning: Like I mentioned above, 18+ only, please! There’s a little tongue action here, some spanking there. Nothing explicit but, ya know.
Note: Listen, despite consuming more than my fair share of smut, I’ve never actually wrote anything remotely smutty, so this is very new to me. Please be nice 😭 I was inspired after seeing this post, where I accidently went off in the tags because I was feeling some kind of way. I’m also dedicating this to @wonderlandmind4, because they called me out on my shit 😅 Enjoy!
To say you fucked up is an understatement. Forgetting to send an email is fucking up. Forgetting to water the plant’s in your boss’s office is fucking up. But this? This is a next level, idiotic, you-deserve-to-be-fired mess. And you haven’t even been here a full week.
You started at Barnes Bionics as an executive assistant to the CEO. You’d heard great things about the company - the relaxed and family-like corporate atmosphere, casual Fridays, and the down-to-earth, laid-back James Barnes, aka the founder, owner, and leader of the most successful prosthetics company in North America - and were eager to start your new position. Not only was it going to be a significant pay raise, but it was also going to give you a change of pace. You’d struggled for so long to find a position that would help boost your career, so when your best friend informed you she was stepping down from her assistant position to stay home with her soon-to-be-born daughter, you were ecstatic.
Except right now, on this bright and warm Friday afternoon, you wanted to be anywhere but your desk on the 90th floor of the One World Trade Center Building. While the executive offices began to empty, your new co-workers filing out in clumps, chatting excitedly about their weekend plans, you sat impatiently behind your desk, trying to make yourself as small as you could.
Earlier in the day, right after you returned from lunch, an email from James popped up on your screen. “Plan to stay after this evening,” was all you could read from the preview. In naive, blissful ignorance, butterflies erupted deep in your belly. Your boss was attractive. He looked like he could be sculpted from marble with the way his muscles strained against his smartly pressed button-downs, and the slight clench in his jaw when he’s concentrating on something was mesmerizing. The giddy feeling quickly dissipated, however, as you continued reading.
“I received a strongly worded voicemail from a distraught Tony Stark this morning. Asked why I’d waste his time by not showing up to a meeting that, the last time I checked my calendar, is scheduled for next week. I should be back at the office at 5:15. I expect you to be prepared for a one-on-one meeting before then.”
Your eyes flick to the small clock in the corner of your computer screen, and your stomach feels like it’s wrapped itself into a constrictor knot. 5:12. If your boss was anything, it’s punctual. As Sam Wilson, Barnes Bionics’ chief operations officer, closes his office up, the elevators just down the hall ding, signaling their arrival.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam laughs as he laughs before departing with a jaunty farewell.
You hear the two men exchange the usual pleasantries, the elevators shut, then the ominous echos of James loafers meeting the polished marble floor. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves, but as soon as he beckons you to follow him into his office as he passes your desk, you actually think you’re going to throw up.
“Mr. Barnes, I’m so sorry I-”
He holds his hand up to silence you as he leans back against his large mahogany desk and uses his free hand - the metal one, that one that started this entire company - to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You realize Tony Stark is one of my biggest investors, right?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he fixes you with a rather threatening, so you simply nod and look down at your heel-covered feet. He’s going to fire me, you think as you wait for him to continue with his lecture. I haven’t even received my first paycheck, and I’m getting canned.
“You could have cost me a lot of money today, Ms. Y/L/N.” He pushes off his desk and slowly makes his way to where you stand just inside his spacious office. “There is no room for such vital mistakes like the one you made in this industry. I didn’t build this company from the ground up by missing meetings with the men and women who fund our research. I didn’t become one of the world's leading tech companies by allowing my assistants to make careless mistakes and piss off my partners.”
“Mr. Barnes, please,” you beg. God, you sound so pathetic, but you really don’t want to lose this job. And the fact that you messed up so bad within the first week of being employed at Barnes Biotics is embarrassing, a total misrepresentation of how organized and punctual you usually are when it comes to the workplace. “I...I’m trying really hard, there’s just so much to learn in such little time and I...I don’t know what happened.. I’ve never made a mistake like this before, and I never will again. Please, you don’t understand how much I need this job. I’ll do anything, I’ll work overtime without pay. Please…”
“Fire you?” James snorts as he stops in front of you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his broad chest. “Oh, honey, I’m not going to fire you. But mistakes do come with consequences.”
You force yourself to look up at him. The anger and pure disappointment you expect to find on his face is surprisingly absent. In its place is something a little darker, dare you say a bit lustful. His powder blue eyes are almost covered with the black of his pupil, and a little smirk is playing in the corner of his lips.
“Go stand by the desk,” he commands. You go to question him, but he tuts his tongue. “Go on. You know how impatient I can be.”
Confused, you slowly make your way across the room, stopping in the space he had just been occupying. You’re about to turn around when two large arms around you. James’ metal hand settles on your lower stomach as his other arm wraps around your shoulder.
“Do you know,” he says, hot breath fanning across your exposed neck, “what happens to bad girls?”
You swallow thickly before you answer. “Uhm, no, Mr. Barnes.”
“They get punished.” Before you realize what’s going on, James pushes you forward onto his desk so that your bent over the top, his muscular torso resting gently across your back. Gently, almost agonizingly slow, he begins to drag his metal arm across your stomach, around until it’s just barely resting on your ass. “You’ve gotta tell me you want this, or I’ll stop,” he whispers. “But I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as bad as I do.”
“God, yes, please, Mr. Barnes!”
The words have hardly slipped past your lips before he’s bunching up your skirt and nudging at your panties. You should feel ashamed, you think, at how wet you already are at the simple action, but by god did you touch yourself thinking of this man.
“Soaked already,” he practically purrs as he teases at your entrance. Before you can get too much enjoyment from the sensation, he quickly pulls his hand away. “But you still fucked up. Still almost cost me millions. I need you to know,” he says as he eases himself from on top of you, keeping one hand pressed gently to the center of your back and the other resting on one of your exposed cheeks, “how bad that could have been.”
Before your brain can register what is happening, James’ palm connects to your asscheek with a loud smack. You jump, having been unprepared for the assault. Just as quickly as the last, his palm connects to your ass two more times before he is rubbing the sore spot in soothing circles.
This was...different. Never mind the fact your boss of five fucking days has you bent over his desk, ass and pussy exposed for all to see, but it was actually turning you more on. Spanking had never been something you’d thought of when it came to sex, something you probably wouldn’t have even considered with past lovers. But with James, it just felt right.
“No more silly mistakes like that, okay?” he whispers softly in your ear as he continues to rub your now burning cheek. “Or I’ll have to do this again.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
A wanton moan drips from your lips after the last swat, and you’d be embarrassed if your boss wasn’t spinning your dazed body around, shoving the miscellaneous papers away to clear a spot for your to sit. You watch in stunned as he slowly lowers himself to the floor in front of you, lust-filled eyes never leaving yours.
“Something tells me you might like that, though,” James smiles as he grabs your ankle and carves a path of gentle kisses up to your skirt's hem. Both hands slid the material up your thighs, providing a peculiar sensation of both warm skin and cold metal at the same time. His metal fingers brush ever so slightly at your still-exposed bundle of nerves, and he smirks at the gasp it pulls from you.
“Would you like that, Y/N,” he asks, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Because I know I would.”
He quickly buries his face between your legs, first with a flat-tongued swipe up your pussy before he begins to suck on your clit. The heat of his tongue, mixed with the shallows breaths he takes between sucking and lapping, causes your blood to run cold and the coil in your belly to twist so tight you’re sure it’s going to snap any second.
“Please, Mr. Barnes. Fuck,” you exclaim louder than intended, and you’re suddenly very aware of where you are. You can’t seem to find the thought to care, however, not with James drinking you in like a man just returned from the desert. He responds to your cries of satisfaction with a light bite to your clit.
As slides down, he tongues at your entrance, his nose applies just enough pressure to your clit to send you reeling. Your hands land in his perfectly styled hair, pushing and pulling at the chesnut stands as he helps you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
As you begin to settle, James plants small kisses here and there on both your thighs before pulling away. He looks up at you, your juices glistening on his lips and the slight stubble of his beard. He looks as fucked out as you feel, and it makes you slightly self-conscious of what you must look like. He licks his lips and hums quietly, causing another jolt of want to rush straight to your core.
“You taste as good as you look,” he smiles and stands. When he’s back to his full height, he reaches a hand out to help you off his desk. You can’t help but catch the noticeable bulge straining at his slacks, and he must see your quick glance because he laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.,” he says, bringing his hand to his lips before making his way around to sit at his desk.
You left standing there, in the middle of an office whose furnishes cost more than your entire year’s rent, fucked out and in shock at what just happened. You don’t know how long you stand frozen, eyes fixated on a vintage Brookly Dodgers poster, but a deep chuckle and the rustling of papers draws you out of your trance.
You turn to find James straightening up the papers he had shoved out of the way, and cleaning up the pen holder must have spilled. You stagger forward, hands out ready to help your boss clean up the mess, but he simply waves you off.
“I hope you didn’t have any plans after work,” James says sheepishly, almost sounding guilty for keeping you over. Almost.
“No,” you say as you anxiously rub at your arm. “Just your average, boring Friday night.”
“Well, I hope I added a little fun to help kick off the weekend.”
You can feel your face heat up as you nod. He winks before turning back to tidying his desk, and you take that as your cue to take your leave. You scurry across the room quickly, and right as your hand touches the door, James stops you.
“By the way, great job on your first week. I was more productive than I’ve been in years thanks to your organization. I really appreciate it.”
You smile, face heating up even more. You take the compliment to heart, bathe in the way it fills you with pride. “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”
“Hey, uh, call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes or James or whatever is too impersonal, and I think we’re well past that stage.”
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Reading List 2021
• SERIES / MULTICHAPTER •
Impact | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer • Bucky Barnes x OC
Dancing On My Own | @a-tale-of-two-comics • Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader
Lemon Pie | @nacho-bucky • Bucky Barnes x Reader
A History of Touch | @heli0s-writes • Steve Rogers x Reader / Stucky x Reader
Gorgeous | @nacho-bucky • Bucky Barnes x Reader
A Shadow of What You Used to Be | @veron-argentum • Cal Kestis x OC
Beltane | @indyluckycharlie • Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Carry On | @nacho-bucky • Bucky Barnes x OC
Identity | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer • Sam Wilson x Reader
Feed, or Fuck? | @caffiend-queen • Bucky Barnes x Reader
The Love Club | @slyyywriting • Bucky Barnes x Reader
weird way of flirting 2 | @buckysknifecollection • Bucky Barnes x Reader
'Till We Bleed Out | @sinner-as-saint • Bucky Barnes x Reader
• ONE-SHOTS •
Love at first Bite | @jobean12-blog • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Bibliophile | @nacho-bucky • Sam Wilson x Reader
Time Travel Hijinks | @barnesandco • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hidden Mischief | @barnesandco • Bucky Barnes x Reader
At World’s End | @slyyywriting • Steve Rogers x Reader
Slip Away | @tellmealovestory • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Perfect Moment | @buckysknifecollection • Steve Rogers x Reader
Tease | @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Bloody Hands | @barnesandco • Bucky Barnes
Sweet Creature | @samingtonwilson • Sam Wilson x Reader
Stolen Comforts | @bonkywobble • Bucky Barnes x Reader
SamBucky hurt/comfort | @buckysknifecollection • Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes
Còsagah | @silverarmedassassin • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Teeth | @fvckingavengers • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Start Again | @marvelmaree • SamBucky x Reader
A certain mood | @buckysknifecollection • Steve Rogers x Reader
Bucky prompt | @buckysknifecollection • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Bucky prompt | @navybrat817 • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Always take care of you | @buckysknifecollection • Bucky Barnes x Reader
The Immortal and the Soldier | @firefly-in-darkness • Bucky Barnes x Reader
my sweet love | @sinner-as-saint • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Silence | @moonbeambucky • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Recommended | @nacho-bucky • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Mission Report | @siancore • SamBucky x Reader
once bitten, twice shy | @moteldwelling • Bucky Barnes x Reader
You Must Have Been A Boxer | @indyluckycharlie • Bucky Barnes x Reader
His Prize | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Meet-Cute | @dirtychocolatechai • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Stucky | @indyluckycharlie • Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
The Promotion | @captain-kelli • Steve Rogers x Reader
‘Tis The Damn Season | @sweeterthanthis @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader
Born in the Dark | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer • Bane x Reader
Somethin’ | @burnt-august • Sam Wilson x Reader
More Than You Will Ever Know | @indyluckycharlie • Sam Wilson x Reader
SamBucky | @siancore • Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes
Go Relax | @sweater-daddiesdumbdork • Sam Wilson x Reader
Please Me | @allaboardthereadingrailroad • Steve Rogers x Reader
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Wonderland4Seasonal Writing Challenge Masterlist:
This is where the fics for the writing challenge will be posted! I will continue to post as fics come in. Thank you for everyone who joined!
Any fics marked with ** indicates smut/NSFW/18+
Fall Fics:
The Fall Tale (Of Fallen Leaves and Falling Dames) by @anika-ann Steve x Reader
(more to come) ((divider by @firefly-graphics ))
Halloween Fics:
You Belong to Me by @need-a-fugue with Sam and Bucky
Summary: A ghost story, if you will
...And Everything Nice by @silverarmedassassin Bucky x reader
Summary: “I am the pumpkin king!”
Scare by @wienerbarnes Bucky x reader
Summary: A tries scaring B but keeps failing because nothing scares B… or so it seems.
In the Darkness by @nekoannie-chan
Summary: Brock and Steve saved you from one of HYDRA’s compounds, but will you tell them all your secrets?
Warnings: Nightmares, voices in the dark, mention of experiments, angst.
(more to come) ((divider by @firefly-graphics ))
Thanksgiving Fics:
(coming soon)
((divider by @firefly-graphics ))
Winter Fics:
Neighbors by @shaynawrites23 Bucky x Reader
Summary: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Clean Up the Archive challenge as well as @wonderlandmind4’s writing challenge!
The Weight of Winter by @need-a-fugue Bucky x Reader
Summary: You find comfort in the snow, in the eerie silence of winter. But Bucky’s just not into that shit.
More Than You Will Ever Know by @indyluckycharlie Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: Sam has organized an all day team baking marathon in preparation for the VA’s big holiday community dinner for veterans and their families.
(more to come)
((divider by @firefly-graphics ))
Hanukkah Fics:
(coming soon)
Christmas Fics:
**Stockings by @anika-ann Steve x Reader
Summary: You just wanted to decorate the apartment for a bit, you swear. It wasn’t your fault that it was impossible to stay with your mind out of the gutter for longer than five minutes whenever Steve was around.
Home For Christmas by @nacho-bucky Bucky x Reader
Summary: The first Christmas with Bucky has come and gone, and he’s surprisingly disinterested in letting it go. Bucky x Reader.
Home for the Holidays (pt.1) Part 2 by @silverarmedassassin Bucky Barnes x reader
(more to come)
New Years Eve Fics:
(coming soon)
((divider by @xmasdividers ))
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