𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡professor!bucky x student!fem!reader

summary ☽˚⁀➷｡mediocrity seemed to get you far

word count ☽˚⁀➷｡ 2,102

warnings ☽˚⁀➷｡ skimpy outfit, bucky literally acting clueless, asking for your grades to be raised, male oral receiving, being fucked over a desk, praise, touching yourself, fingering, name calling

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You stood at the door, breathing in deeply to conceal your nerves. On the other side was the person you had been fantasizing about for months, and you were finally going to try your luck at winning him over. It was now or never - the academic year was going to end soon, and this was your last chance,

Looking down at your rather revealing tank top and a black skirt to make sure everything was perfect, you knocked at Professor Barnes' door. Upon hearing a "Come in!" you entered.

James Barnes sat behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. Brown haired and bespectacled, he looked up at you and you felt like you were melting under his gaze. The feeling intensified as his eyes immediately fitted over your entire body, and who could blame him? You picked that shirt with every intention of removing them for him later, and you knew you looked tempting.

"Professor James," you greeted him smoothly. Sitting down on the chair in front of his desk, you continued, "I just wanted to talk to you about my grades."

He looked at you, almost in disbelief. A student had showed up at his office asking about her grades. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but he still managed to be surprised each time.

Best not to jump to conclusions, he thought, replying, "Alright, Y/N. Let's take a look at your last test score."

"Thank you." You mentally sighed in relief knowing your excuse had worked. Truth be told, you didn't give two shits about your grades - they were acceptable, and you were fine with that. But you could think of no other way to get what you wanted.

James quickly pulled out some sheets from his desk and looked through them. "You did fine, actually."

"But - I should have done better," you pressed further. "I really just want to get a better grade, that's all. Isn't there anything I can do?"

He watched as you leaned onto the desk, giving him an even better view of your cleavage. It was becoming difficult to focus on your face. "There's not much you can do for extra credit at this point, Y/N," he said, placing the papers back down. "I think you did quite well, in fact. It's really not a problem."

"There has to be something I can do." Your breasts pressed against the desk, and you looked at him desperately, into his big, big blue eyes, moving your hand across the table just a little too close to his. "I really just want to do better now, I need a higher score. Please."