Bucky is an intimidating man. Few people would dare disobey or much less, provoke him. But not you.

Bucky and you are friends, who sometimes fuck. Friends with benefits and a certain... dynamic. That dynamic being that Bucky likes to put you back in your place when you're mouthing off and being bratty.

Of course, that doesn't stop you from being a brat again eventually, hell just have to keep reminding you of your place until the lesson sticks.

Bucky is in his office, filing reports after a mission and you're hanging out in his office as you so often do. Bucky glances up and realises that you're eating on his couch, getting crumbs all over it.

"Grab a plate," he orders gruffly. "Office just got cleaned yesterday."

He looks back down, until he realises you haven't moved. His movements still and he looks up. He keeps eye contact as you bite into your food, more crumbs falling. His eyes narrow. "I said, grab a plate."

Again, no reaction other than a grin.

Bucky can see that you know what you're doing, that you want him to give you attention. He can't reward that kind of behaviour.

He leans back in his chair. "C'mere."

He waits until you stand in front of him, your eyes bright with anticipation.

Usually he'd put you over the table and teach you a long lesson, but he is about to have a meeting in here.

With a rough movement he puts you to your knees and guides you under his table, then moves his office chair back into position, caging you in between his thick thighs under the desk.

A moment later, there's a knock on the door. His meeting is beginning.

Bucky glances down at you, hidden from sight in between his thighs in the tight space. Slowly he presses his loafer covered foot between your legs, applying careful but firm pressure.

"Not a bloody noise," he warns you in a husky tone as the door opens.