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You got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I stop loving you
You got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You got me jumping and running all over town
You got me sneaking and peeping and running you down
This can’t go on
Lord knows you’ve got to change, baby
Baby
When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You hangin’ out, baby
With Jeanne and Joan and who knows who
I’m getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I’ll find somebody who won’t make me feel like a clown
This can’t go on
Lord knows you’ve got to change, baby
Baby…
-“Evil Ways” by Willie Bobo
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
You’d known that your entire life, but never thought it would ever matter within the context of dating, and certainly not while dating Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.
Or, rather, Congressman James “Bucky” Barnes.
As that was the very genesis of said desperate times and said desperate measures.
First of all, the whole dating-a-Congressman thing hit you out of nowhere. You’d been at a bar when some jerk wouldn’t take no for an answer and Bucky had been in a booth reading a book and having a beer when he took issue with it. He scared the living shit out of the guy without even throwing a punch, then bought you another round to apologize for the man’s abhorrent behavior. He hadn’t intended to take it further than a few choice words for a misogynist and a fresh drink, but you’d been the one to take him out another night to say thank you. The two of you had hit it off the very night you met and it only took another night out with him to know you’d gotten smitten already.
And despite the fact that he was an Avenger, it was the best relationship you’d ever been in.
Bucky was quiet in public, but slyly funny and charming behind closed doors. He was always respectful and appreciative of you. And the sex…words did it no justice. Bucky liked a nice long, slow session of lovemaking or a feral fuck or a quickie in the limousine. The foreplay was spicy and the orgasms, powerful and frequent, despite his hectic schedule as a superhero.
He’d told you about the rather insane idea to run for Congress, but he had important reasons to pursue it. He’d warned you that if he got the job, he’d become pretty hard to pin down in his free time and you’d made it clear a guy this good to you—emotionally and physically—that it would be worth the headache of dating a Congressman. He’d reluctantly agreed to keep seeing you after he got voted in and you’d happily adjusted around his new busy schedule.
The problem had been in the last few weeks.
You and Bucky’s personal assistant had a great relationship where she kept you abreast of nearly everything schedule-wise that you needed to know. She caught the flu, so she’d be out for a minimum of two weeks on paid sick leave (Bucky made a point to take care of his employees, bless him) and so that meant he had to try and run his own days without her, as he refused to bring on a temp like you and the personal assistant had recommended.
The first missed date was a Monday evening, after work. You waited fifteen minutes, then thirty, and his phone went straight to voicemail. You’d sighed heavily at getting dolled up for him for nothing and ate your meal, returning home afterward. He texted you at eleven o’clock that a session had run long and they’d forced him to turn the phone off so he couldn’t cancel. He apologized. You were irritated, but accepted the apology and warned him not to schedule dinners with you on the same night as his late sessions, which was something his personal assistant minded.
The second missed date was a movie on a Sunday matinee. Again, you just sighed and toughed it out alone, enjoying the film, but having an underlying irritation the entire time. When you left the theater, he still hadn’t called or texted. He did once you had swung past your favorite burrito place for a late lunch, again citing that something had run long. Again, you accepted his apology.
The third missed date was unfortunately the worst one. He’d offered to pick you up from work and before agreeing, you checked his calendar that it was clear, and it was clear. You were a librarian at the main D.C. branch, so you stood on the sidewalk outside waiting for him. You tempered your expectations; you knew D.C. traffic was nothing to sneeze at, so he’d likely be late.
An hour passed.
Then a limousine pulled in front of you and the window rolled down. You bent over to see Bucky’s usual driver offering a rather apologetic look. He was a seventy something retired Marine named Bill. You liked him, but seeing him here did not mean good news.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m so sorry, but he’s not gonna make it tonight. They called an emergency all-hands meeting when we were halfway here. I had to drop him off.”
You took a very slow breath and let it out, keeping your tone distant. “Got it. Thanks.”
You slipped into the limousine and he took you home. Bucky didn’t leave the meeting for another two hours, to boot.
And by then, you’d lost the last of your patience with your Congressman boyfriend.
And decided to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
Bucky hated his Congress office.
They wouldn’t let him keep it bare bones, but had refused all of his ideas for meager decorations, citing them as not presenting the best optics. The hardest thing for him at all was the fact that everything he did as a Congressman left him under a microscope, feeling like a fly with its wings pulled off.
Well, second hardest thing, anyway. The real first hardest thing about this dumb job, added in with his assistant’s flu, was that it constantly made him fuck up spending time with you. You hadn’t answered his last two text messages and it made him agitated since he wouldn’t be seeing you until late tonight. He’d have to find some way to make it up to you. He just got so busy he forgot to check the time or check his texts for reminders for events. You’d warned him about the temp, but he’d been stubborn and thought he could run his day without another person’s meddling. He’d been dead wrong and was in the dog house about with you right now. As much as a White Wolf could be in the dog house, anyway.
Bucky sighed as he pushed his sound-proofed office door shut and locked it for good measure, just wanting one piece of metal between him and the other yahoos in this building. He smoothed his hair back the way he wanted it—they almost always made him push it straight back for the cameras—and pulled off his charcoal suit jacket as he walked towards his huge, ostentatious desk. It was one of those giant L-desks with the rear half containing some books on procedure and military history behind him, then his stupid Mac on the side facing the door. It was so huge he’d complained an assassin could hide under the damn thing and stab him in the dick someday, but they had ignored him and insisted it stay. He had yet another boring Zoom meeting for the next half hour, then he’d be doing paperwork until he could finally leave. He’d planned to bring home an extravagant wine, cheese, and bread basket as well as some deluxe and indulgent sweets from your favorite shop as his apology for his latest fuck up with you.
The sergeant plopped into the ergonomic rolling chair and scooted up, tapping the annoying white device awake. He logged in and grabbed the meeting link from an email, firing things up and briefly checking his reflection when the Zoom camera activated. The good news was this meeting mostly required listening; he had very little to add when it would be his turn to speak, just a quick recap of something, and then he could ignore them and catch up on some emails in another tab once done. They were at least prompt and punctual; the meeting started at seven o’clock on the dot, to his relief.
“Welcome in, everyone,” the host began, and as he did, something unusual happened.
Bucky had just done a small smile and wave when someone’s hand reached out from underneath the desk and unzipped his fly.
“JesusChristwhatthefuck—” Bucky slammed the Mute button and cut his widened blue eyes down beneath the desk in shock.
“Good evening, Congressman Barnes,” you whispered where you crouched underneath his desk on your knees, a serpentine smile on your lips as you quite easily flicked Bucky’s boxers aside to let his thick, heavy cock flop out of his charcoal suit pants. “Fancy seeing you here.”
And it only took a millisecond for Bucky to put two and two together.
“Congressman Barnes, what was that?” the host asked politely. “Did you say something?”
Bucky quickly straightened up and faced forward, slapping on a fake smile and tapping the Mute button briefly. “I, uh, I’m sorry; stubbed my toe under the desk, that’s all. Please continue.”
He hit the Mute button again, keeping the same polite mask on without looking down at you, but his voice came out an urgent growl. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now, girlie.”
“Nope!” you chirped sweetly as you let your fingers curl around the base of his cock, sliding it up towards the tip enticingly slow. “You’ve now stood me up three times, Congressman Barnes. Three. I told you when your PA got sick that you’d need extra help to maintain your schedule, and you didn’t listen. Payback is a bitch. You’re going to be a good, responsible Congressman on this Zoom call and pay attention and do your thing when it’s your turn, and I am going to stay under this desk sucking your cock the entire time and trying to make you come all over the keyboard. You are very welcome to punish me for my insolence at the conclusion of said meeting, but that’s what’s going to happen right now.”
His face flushed redder at your words. “You sure you wanna stir this pot with me, baby? I will take my pound of flesh outta you when you’re done, you know.”
You offered him a wicked smirk. “I’m counting on it, Congressman Barnes.”
You leaned forward enough to lick a sloppy, wet stripe up the entire underside of his cock.
Bucky grabbed the handles to his chair and hissed out a groan, freezing his face and clenching his jaw to keep from letting the pleasure flood over that handsome face. You chuckled to yourself and made sure your hands never reached any higher than his desk, which hit him at just below the ribs. They wouldn’t be able to see any part of you with how his webcam had been situated at level with his head, not tilted down. Though it was a slight miracle his long cock didn’t reach higher than the desk given how well-endowed the Super Soldier was.
The host droned on about a financial budget of some sort as you took the time to run the shaft over the seam of your lips on both sides, slowly cupping his sack to keep it from being neglected. Bucky kept his jaw clenched and his hands in fists on the chair’s arms, his breathing trying to stay measured, but it was ragged with desire from holding back. You had to stifle a giggle of pure vindictive satisfaction as you swallowed the tip at last, but no further, just circling it to make his breathing even worse.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered hoarsely as you let a few more inches slide across the flat of your tongue. You knew from experience he wanted to shut that meeting off and swab your throat with his cock until he came down it like always, but he had to behave, and that was the point. You scooted forward a touch and then spread your hands out over his thick thighs, pleased as you smelled his enticing and spicy cologne. You started to slurp down that big cock in earnest, and you cut him no slack whatsoever; you also let yourself naturally moan as you went. Bucky bit off a curse in Romanian, his long lashes fluttering as he tried not to let them close to enjoy the rigorous blowjob. “Goddamn it, girl, you’re killing me…”
“Good,” you lilted in your naughtiest Marilyn Monroe voice. “Just think about all the time I had to stand there waiting for you to never show up and you’ll feel all better, sergeant.”
“I said I was sorry,” he ground out, his hips unable to help but slightly tilt towards you as his cock disappeared into your hot mouth. “M-More than once, you know.”
“Mm,” you hummed. “Wonder why it didn’t stick.”
“Smart ass,” he muttered then, his blushing only increasing. “Maybe you’re wrong about me. Maybe I won’t come.”
You smirked dangerously. “Wanna bet?”
You let a filthy moan escape as you tapped his cock against the flat of your tongue teasingly. He of course was still staring at the in-progress meeting, but you knew he had great peripheral vision. “Mm, you have such a nice, big cock, sir. I can’t wait for it to be inside me.”
He gripped the chair arms hard enough to make them creak. “Christ.”
“It’s so big I’m amazed it can even fit in my mouth,” you purred in your worst Pornhub actress voice, stroking his left thigh slowly as you kissed along the right side of the shaft. You slurped him down once, twice, and then added wickedly, “There’s no way in hell it’d ever fit in my ass, for that matter.”
Bucky slammed his fist down on the arm chair.
“Congressman Barnes? Something to add about the budget?” the host asked.
Bucky quickly tapped the Mute button, his voice quite strained. “Nope! Sorry, stubbed my toe again. Just clumsy, I guess.”
He hit the Mute button again, and then outright growled, “I’m gonna spank the fucking shit out of you the second this meeting’s over, girlie.”
You giggled mercilessly. “Can’t threaten me with a good time, sarge.”
You paced yourself after this particular moment since you knew it could nudge him too far to the edge if you kept up the filthy talk. You let your tongue slither up and down the shaft, watching him struggle to keep his composure as the host called on him and he gave his short report on the updated budget. It was hell not giggling the entire time at how his pupils dilated and his voice came out a few octaves too low. You had to admit it was turning you like crazy to do something this wild and problematic. You were nearly as keyed up as him by now, eager for relief, and so it was fortunate this meeting was just a half hour. An hour might be too long to make it last.
Bucky hit the Mute button at the end of his spiel, just barely holding in another low moan as you let him hit the back of your throat at last. Only five minutes to go, but that didn’t surprise you one bit. Bucky had incredible stamina. You’d asked him about it once, so he’d been happy to show you he could go all night if you wanted. The most you’d done it in a single night had been four times, so you knew he could withstand a half hour of teasing where most men would be done in five minutes.
“You did so well, sergeant,” you mused. “Most men would’ve blown their load in only a few minutes.”
Bucky huffed as he brushed his hair off his sweaty brow. “Can’t blame ‘em, baby. You’re…unnaturally good at it.”
You batted your lashes. “Am I? Am I your good girl, Congressman Barnes?”
He chuckled darkly. “Hell no. You’re my bad girl tonight for sure.”
“Well then, better earn that demerit badge.” You deep-throated him, sucking savagely hard.
“Godfuckingdamn!” Bucky bowed his head for a moment, but managed not to hit the chair again. The closing remarks of the call were punctuated with his labored breathing as he tried valiantly to keep his flushed face neutral through the end of your spirited blowjob. You could see the strain in him as he tapped the Mute button a last time and confirmed he had nothing else to report. Once he’d been safely muted again, you shoved his cock as far into your throat as possible, and Bucky let out a ragged whimper, his wintry eyes sliding shut as he came in your mouth.
And then the meeting finally and mercifully adjourned.
You made sure to swallow every drop of his hot cream to finish being the very bad girl you’d been tonight, memorizing the ecstasy on his handsome face. It always was a point of pride to please him. After all, even with him standing you up, he was a great guy.
Bucky tapped a couple of things to switch off his Mac, and then grabbed you by your upper arms to drag you up from your knees from under his desk. He kicked the chair back a foot and stood up, squeezing your upper arms to crush you to his muscular chest, his hard, wet cock jabbing into your upper thighs. You’d slipped into a slinky black cocktail dress—one of his favorites as it wasn’t the least bit modest— and high heels, and you could see hell in those glittering blue eyes. He was about to make you pay for your mischief and you couldn’t wait.
“So bad,” he growled as he smashed his luscious lips against yours. “Made me wanna bend you over this desk in front of all of ‘em and fuck you stupid, show ‘em all who you really belong to.”
You let out a coy chuckle. “Maybe you should have. I don’t feel very owned right now.”
Bucky offered a dangerous smirk. “Don’t worry, baby doll. I’ll fix that right now.”
He flipped you around and then stepped up behind you, kicking your ankles further apart. He shoved your upper body flat to the desk after he pushed in the keyboard tray and you shivered at the rough treatment, enjoying it thoroughly whenever he manhandled you, as you’d made it clear early in the relationship you always consented. He pushed the hem of your tight dress up over your hips and ass until it bunched at your waist, exposing the thong beneath it. You’d almost gone without panties, but it was a little nippy in D.C. so you’d gone with a thong instead. Bucky loved your ass, after all.
“You have no idea how bad you made me want you,” he told you in that simmering voice of his as he loosened his burgundy striped tie and undid a few buttons at his throat. He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt over those powerful forearms and then slipped his wet cock back inside the slacks so he could concentrate on you in the meantime. Bucky then aligned his heavy frame along your prone form, brushing the shell of your ear with his plush lips. “And the second we get home, I’m tossin’ your ankles behind your head, folding you into a pretzel, and fucking you until the neighbors call the cops for a noise complaint. I’m gonna take this pussy apart tonight. But that’s later. Right now, I’m gonna spank your pretty little ass and finger your pussy until you’re dripping all over this fucking desk. Then I’m going to fuck you inside out on it. I’m not stopping until my come’s running all the way down your legs, and then you’re going to be a good girl and go home with me with that mess under your little dress so you never forget what I can do to you and never forget exactly who you belong to. Is that clear, baby?”
You smirked and pressed your round ass back against his groin. “Yes, sergeant.”
Bucky shuddered on top of you. “Fuck, you always know how to get me goin’, don’t you, baby doll?”
He flicked your thong down your legs to let it hit the floor, then gripped your hips in those big hands to position you where he wanted. “Ready, my little bad girl?”
“Yes sir,” you breathed back, your voice shaky with anticipation as you stayed flat to his desk, your spine slightly arched to present your ass to him in an appealing way.
“Use your colors if you need ‘em,” he reminded you in his gentle boyfriend voice, stroking one side of your ass lovingly. You loved how he always checked in before and after with you, especially if it was a night of rough play. Few boyfriends did that these days, so you appreciated that he did it.
Then he slapped the right side of your ass like you stole something from him.
You whimpered as the first blow stung sharply, then heat flooded over the affected area and seeped down into your needy cunt. He never spanked you with his Vibranium hand, too worried he couldn’t measure his strength right, but it didn’t matter. It still felt amazing every time. He struck the other side next, same strength, and he always gave it a few seconds to watch your reaction and make sure consent was still present. You pressed your forehead to the top of the desk and tried to measure your breathing to be steady, though you knew better. Little moans punctuated each blow, your body shifting forward the slightest bit each time.
After the first ten blows, he let you have your reward.
He gently ran his fingers over your aching cunt, the metal cool against you. The difference in temperature when you were boiling hot inside from the foreplay was incredible. It soothed your core and made you lean helplessly back into his arm to ask for more. He let his metal fingers slowly trace over you, spreading wetness around until he was satisfied. He slipped two fingers inside your neglected cunt and you practically wailed as a wave of pure pleasure rolled up your spine.
“Good girl,” Bucky murmured as he settled into a steady rhythm, not rushing at all, his smooth fingers sliding deep each time. He slapped either side of your ass on every third thrust of his hand and you dissolved into ragged moans as he built you up towards your release in no time flat. “Mm, you’re being so good for me now, sweetheart. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” you panted out, clutching the other end of the desk for strength as you couldn’t help pressing down against his hand. “Yes, I learned, I swear.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, curling his fingers. You squealed and tried to hold on, but he just sped up his strokes until your eyes rolled back in your head from how amazing it felt. “Mm, you look so damn good takin’ my fingers like you are, pretty girl. You ready to come?”
“Yes, please, Buck, please let me come…”
“You gonna be a good girl if I let you come?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes, please, Buck, I promise I’ll be a good girl, please, sir…”
“Good girl.” He curled his fingers and raked them through your sopping wet walls until you finally surrendered, the orgasm capped off with a last heavy slap to your ass. Your inner thighs trembled with the effort of staying on your heels after the powerful orgasm wrung out your pussy. The heat suffocated you in the best way. He slowed his fingers as you floated into the afterglow, then freed them to lick them clean.
Not that you’d be getting a reprieve anytime soon.
Bucky scooped you up and surprised you by pushing you to sit in his Congressman’s chair. You blushed like a fiend as he sank to the carpet on one knee, that evil smile on his full lips as he propped your legs up on his shoulders. “Wasn’t enough. Gotta have a taste of this creamy little pussy too.”
You didn’t get a protest before he vanished between your damp open thighs, licking a wide stripe up over you to gather your honey on his tongue. You whimpered, your eyes slamming shut, and gripped both arms of the chair the same way he had during your blowjob. You’d found out rather quickly that Sergeant Barnes was a pussyhound and would contently eat you out for hours if you let him. He’d been quick to remind you that his jaw never got tired as a Secret Soldier and it was his favorite part of foreplay anyway, so he loved to overindulge in it.
He buried his tongue inside you and stroked down your outer thighs as he worked that sinful appendage in and out of you like he had all the time in the world and not like he was a Congressman tongue-fucking a registered voter in his office. You’d have loved to last, but he’d worked you up way too good after that last orgasm, so you were squirming in the seat and gasping out his name in only minutes. He sealed your fate by sliding his thumb up to circle your spot, unleashing a tidal wave of pleasure and eliciting a deep, passionate moan as you triumphed again.
“Mm, I swear, I never get tired of that,” he mused as he finally sat back on his knees, smirking at the lethargic delight on your face. Bucky drew you to your shaky feet and then picked you up, shoving a few files away to have clear space on the desk. Oh, now you were in for it; you’d thought he’d take you from behind propped against the desk, but now he wanted it up close and personal. Eep.
You tugged him close by his loosened tie, sighing wistfully as he kissed you and pulled your long legs up around his hips and sides, pouring himself into every messy kiss so you felt his need. He kissed down the right side of your throat, between your breasts, grinding his wet cock against your slick sex impatiently. You ran your hands through his long, thick hair and canted your hips towards him as he slid his mouth to your right ear again. “You gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you mumbled in between kisses. “Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you, sergeant.”
“You gonna come when your sergeant tells you to come?”
“Yes sir, I will, I promise, please…”
“Good girl,” he whispered just before arching his hips enough to slide inside you at last. You bit his bottom lip to stop a scream as that first overwhelming spike of pleasure speared you through the gut. It left you shuddering and struggling to stay still as that long, thick cock parted your slippery walls. Bucky groaned fitfully when he was in to the hilt, hissing out your name against your lips. “Mm, pussy always so wet for me. Gonna make a mess of you tonight.”
He pulled most of the way out, then wrapped his Vibranium hand around your throat. He pushed you to lie flat on top of the desk with a slick smirk that made you shiver as you saw it. He left his hand around your neck and then smoothly thrust inside your melting heat. He didn’t squeeze or threaten you, just left it there as a weight along your delicate skin, occasionally lifting his hand enough to trace your parted lips as you lay there moaning each time he fed you his cock. You clung to the edge of the desk near your tilted ass and tried to hold onto your self-control as his cock burrowed deep and dragged against all your most sensitive spots. He’d undo you in nothing flat at this rate, God help you.
“Such a bad girl, sneaking in here to suck my cock during a meeting just to teach me a lesson,” he teased as he sped up, loving the way it made you clutch the desk harder. “Just to remind me that I’m all yours.”
You huffed, blushing like a fool in spite of yourself. “Yeah, well, the American people can only have you for so many hours. You’re mine otherwise.”
“That I am. And you love it, don’t you, baby doll?”
Your spine arched as his words hit just the right way. You bit your bottom lip to stifle another moan, but answered anyway. “Mm, yeah, I love it, Buck.”
“Just like I love you being mine,” he whispered back, rolling his hips just to make you moan harder. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you whimpered as every thrust hit the right spot, your climax welling up within minute by minute. “Yes, I love being yours.”
“That’s right, baby,” Bucky purred, sliding his left hand down into the dress to grope your breast. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, it’s yours, sir, yes, don’t stop, right there!”
"Good girl. Come for me, that's it, God, need you to come so bad--" Bucky dragged you a couple of inches to the very edge of the desk, then kissed you, fucking into you at breakneck speed with hard, punishing thrusts. You screamed and clutched his dress shirt with all your might as he fucked you over the edge into your orgasm. He groaned your name against your lips as he joined you this time, his cock spurting deep in your sacred center to mark his territory. It was a truly sinful moment you’d never forget.
He slowed a thrust at a time, then ceased, resting his sweaty forehead against your breastbone. His voice came out muffled, but amused and satisfied. “I have thoroughly learned my lesson, in case you were wondering.”
You giggled and ruffled his hair affectionately as he hovered over you on one hand, not pulling out yet just to stay close for a while longer. “Good. I’d hate to have to ever reiterate my point.”
You kissed him, then held his face between your hands. “I’m upset, but I just wanted to do something drastic and memorable to get through to you. I want this relationship. I want it a lot. I want it to work and I am more than willing to be flexible and help you make it work. You just have to stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you.”
He nodded. “I know. You called me out for a reason; I wasn’t being responsible. I was being a grumpy jerk that’s made you wait and left you hanging too many times. Tomorrow, I’ll hire a temp so we can finish out my assistant’s sick time with fewer missed appointments.”
You smiled warmly at him. “Good. I think that’s best for the both of us. That way things are less…”
You blushed, your gaze wandering to your still joined bodies. “…messy for everyone involved.”
Bucky smirked and winked at you. “I like a little mess. I am a Congressman, after all.”
He kissed you slowly to let you feel his gratitude and affection, then pointedly pulled out and watched the ensuing said mess run down your inner thighs. He smirked as he simply reached down and tugged your dress all the way back down to cover it up, then offered you his elbow like a gentleman and not a Congressman that had just rearranged your guts in his office. “Ready, girlie?”
You took his arm and walked out of his thoroughly debauched office with him. “Always, sergeant. Always.”
FIN