Caught With Your Pants Down
Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Masturbation (Bucky), Cheeky reader, implied smut
This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club with the prompt below :D I had so much fun writing this now that I’m on the road to recovery finally! I’m so sorry for the wait!!
The compound was unusually quiet, which either meant the full grown superheroes were up to no good, or they were away on a mission and didn’t tell you. But the note slid under your door told you it was the latter.
With a sigh, you walk to the common room to watch some TV and relax. Your sock covered feet padded along the clean and shiny tiles, your band shirt hanging loosely around your shoulders and your shorts leaving little to the imagination.
“What should I snack on-ohh” You froze in the doorway. Because in front of you there was a large built man laying on the wide couch, his pants down to his ankles and his flesh hand wrapped around his shaft. Bucky was beating himself at a relentless pace and from where you stood, you saw the precum ooze out from the slit and down his fingers. Your mouth watered, and you quietly stepped towards him. Bucky’s eyes were screwed shut and pants were huffed out from between his lips.
The thick vein on the underside looked nothing but delicious, and you imagined how it would feel as it massaged your flesh walls.
You bent over slowly, and waited for the perfect moment. The moment his hand was fondling with his balls, you leaned forward and licked the precum. Bucky’s eyes shot open and he reached unsuccessfully for his pants. “Doll- what are you- what are you- what are you doing?” He stuttered, you smirked as your watched his cheeks turn a deep red.
“It was too tempting.” You reply back with a grin, taking his hard and thick length in your hands. You moved slowly and his eyes rolled back. “I can help you with this, you know?” You say, stepping back. His eyes almost pleading for you to continue.” “How can you help me?”
With no words spoken, you pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs and stepped out of them, kicking to them to the side somewhere. Then you raised your arms and removed your shirt. You climbed onto the couch and straddled Bucky, running your folds over his hot length, both moaning at the raw feeling.
“Like this.” You say, sinking down on him.
Tags: @criminal-cookies
