click. buzz. sigh
♡⸝⸝ pairing | daddy!bucky barnes x daughter!reader ♡⸝⸝ summary | daddy can hear you through the wall. but...it's fine. as long as he doesn't act on it. ♡⸝⸝ warnings | DDDNE MDNI 18+ ONLY | incest | voyeurism | pervy bucky | m!masturbation | pillow humping | daddy talks dirty + does a little whimpering + cums untouched | f!masturbation with vibrator | no use of y/n | EVERYONE IS OF AGE. JUST LIKE YOU SHOULD BE IF YOU KEEP READING ♡⸝⸝ word count | 1.7k ♡⸝⸝ bunny purrs | dt to @hail-marys + @dear-dark-angel + @theoracleofsin for putting this idea into my little head. couldn't stop thinking about it and next thing i knew these words just flew outta my paws and onto the screen.
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it wasn't his fault.
at least, that's what bucky would insist if ever questioned.
you had moved back in with him, framing it as wanting to get away from city life and easing back into the suburbs before you started your masters program. when in truth bucky knew you were worried about him, after your mother had up and left without so much of a glance back.
but if you were so worried about him…why were you so insistent on fucking yourself with a vibrator night after night?
maybe you forgot he had super soldier hearing, despite your attempts to stay quiet.
maybe you lost yourself in pleasure and couldn't quite help but let a noise slip out every now and then.
or maybe…you just wanted him to hear.
at any rate, bucky could now tell by the way you slipped off to the safety of your bedroom if he was in for a peaceful night's rest or one where he would spend half the night hard as rock, shame being drowned out by the incessant throbbing of his dick.
it always began the same. the click of a button, followed by a quiet buzzing, and then the soft sigh that spilled from your mouth like you just couldn't help yourself.
he shouldn't. bucky knew how wrong it was to let his mind wander. especially when it involved his daughter.
but the blood rushing to his cock had different plans entirely.
and truly…
what was he supposed to do? the sounds coming from your room were sweeter than sin and better than any porn he had ever watched.
it started innocently enough, he supposed. he would pretend not to listen. turned the volume up on the tv in his room to try to drown you out. tried noise cancelling headphones paired with calming music to meditate.
but it was like whatever frequency your muffled moans and sighs carried were sent straight to his eardrums and he was powerless to stop his body from reacting.
then it morphed into that as long as he didn't touch himself…there was no harm in it. he could imagine you, legs parted, back arched as you used the toy to make yourself come.
how the same eyes that would roll at him when he said one too many dad jokes were now rolling back in pleasure.
it was fine. his imagination could wander when he didn't act on it. everyone had urges…right?
but those lewd fantasies only served to add fuel to the fire.
like a pavlovian response, the second bucky heard the click buzz his cock sprung to attention. likely due to the fact it had been too damn long since he'd had any sort of relief, either by his own hand or someone else's after your mother had left. he had neither the time, nor really the provocation to do so. until you.
and while you groaned behind your shared wall, able to get yourself off because you couldn't possibly be thinking the same thoughts he was, he strained against his boxers, begging for stimulation. something. anything.
it turned him restless, causing him to stay awake long after you had satisfied yourself and drifted off to sleep.
night after night…
click buzz sigh
the tightening in his chest didn't lessen in the slightest. he could feel himself leaking, twitching at every sound. to the point it ached. from tip to base, even low in his stomach, every part of his cock hurt in yearning.
eventually, he began clinging to a pillow. something for his hands to grip so he didn't go back on a rule he had set. resigned to bucking his hips into the air so the slight friction from his boxers would provide some relief, with his ear pressed to the wall just to hear the sounds you were making.
"just like that…" you gasped, followed by a whine that sounded like you were biting down on your fist.
bucky, let out his own whimper, his arms banding along the now nearly flattened pillow. he could imagine you oh so clearly, once he got you underneath him. how sweet you would sound if he got his head between your legs instead of that toy.
the tension built low in his stomach with every breath, every gasp, every shaky exhale you tried to contain all sent phantom sensations to his sensitive cock. feelings that morphed to bucky imagining your fingers in its place. blatantly stroking slowly and giggling while he had to hold himself back from begging for more.
he groaned into the pillow, at the sound of your breathing increasing.
"you're about to cum aren't you?" he whimpered, muffled by biting on the fabric. the knot twisted in his stomach further, until he felt his release shoot free, coating the black material of his boxers and seeping through. but the ache didn't subside, even if his dick softened.
it was so wrong, so dishonourable that he was so affected as he was.
and it was only made worse when he watched you leave to go out with your friends one night. in a skirt that barely covered anything and a top that left little to the imagination.
it took all of the willpower he had to not demand you stay home. after all, you were an adult. and he had no reason he could admit out loud as to why he didn't want you to leave.
instead, he snooped. knowing he really shouldn't. but the magnetic pull of wanting a visual was entirely too strong. and if he were to really face it, snooping was the least immoral thing he could be doing at the moment.
your room was tastefully decorated. you had gotten rid of most things from your formative years, swapping it instead for knickknacks that indicated a woman now resided in this space. he pulled open your bedside drawer, and there it lay shamelessly.
a deep plum coloured vibrator, the source of all of your pleasure and his torment. it was cute, bucky thought to himself. average size, with a small attachment that would sit right on your clit. "lucky bastard," bucky grumbled, running a finger along the soft silicone.
slowly closing the drawer, his eyes were drawn to the bed. made with military precision just like he had taught you. but behind the mountain of pillows you likely used every day, was a larger satin pillow. something that was decorative, but still smelled like you. something that you wouldn't miss if he were to take it. and even if you did, why would you suspect him in the first place?
and so the arbitrary rules morphed again as he waited for you to return. which began with a bit more of a ruckus than normal. the stumbling and stuttered footsteps meant that he knew you had gone out drinking. so there was a chance you would be louder than normal, and that thought excited him more than he cared to admit.
it would be so easy to just go out and help you to bed. you were inebriated after all, and bucky just wanted the best for his daughter. but even he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back in your pliant state. one glassy eyed look, a bat of your eyelashes…he'd be gone.
so he stayed in his bed, naked and propped against the headboard with the door locked waiting for you to get into bed. head turned so his ear was against the wall to hear you better. his legs stretched long in front of him, cock already rising to attention. flushed with need, slowly dripping onto his belly at the thought of you, a little tipsy and messy, kissing along the sensitive head while your tongue darted out to give him a taste.
would you gag if he hit the back of your throat? or had you been blessed with no reflex just as your mother had been?
click buzz sigh
the three sounds pulled him free of his thoughts.
with his heart beating wildly in his chest, he slid his throbbing cock into the crease of the pillow just as another small sigh left your lips.
the nefarious part of him that knew he shouldn't be doing this halted, providing a new fantasy of what it would be like to sink himself into your tight heat and hearing that sigh up close.
he wasn't touching himself…really. the pillow folded in half was just to keep himself from barging into your room and proving that he could fuck you better than that toy could. and the satin pillowcase added just the right amount of soft friction, the picture of him pumping in and out out of you became clearer and clearer.
he timed his thrusts to what he could hear through the wall. speeding up as you did, pulling back when he heard you draw out a particularly soft fuck. at this point, he had heard enough that he was absolutely certain he knew just how you would like to be taken care of.
but he would have to save that imagery for the pillow. anything more would be entirely too shameful.
your high pitched whine cut through the rustling of his sheets and his own imagination. his cock now spilling profusely into the folds of the pillow, providing enough lubrication to slid
"that's it babygirl," bucky mumbled, unable to help himself. "i know you're gonna cum, give it to me."
his hands moved before his brain could catch up. one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, pumping furiously as his other brought your pillow to his face. the faint aroma of your perfume and musk surrounded him in a heady combination. he couldn't help it, no matter how wrong it was.
rule broken and entirely forgotten about, he listened for your climax that wasn't far off based on how your breath was coming out in tiny gasps. hips bucking into his hand like he couldn't get enough, pillow cradled like a lover against his chest while he inhaled your sweet scent.
his own grunts couldn't be stopped now if he tried. the image of you bare, bouncing up and down on his cock while he met your thrusts was all he could see, the flutter of your cunt was all he imagined feeling.
and then…something new left your lips that he'd never heard during any of your sessions.
just as what bucky could only assume was your climax washed over you - loud enough that it couldn't have been an accident, clear as day…
"daddy."
