summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI
part 1 can be read here
a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it
You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.
But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.
Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.
You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.
You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.
You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.
You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.
Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.
“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.
“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.
He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.
“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.
“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.
You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.
“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.
He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.
He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.
He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.
He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.
He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.
“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.
You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.
His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.
You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.
“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.
You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.
Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.
You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.
He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.
“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.
“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.
“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.
“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.
It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.
He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.
The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.
Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.
Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.
Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.
You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.
Then, a knock at the door.
“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.
You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.
Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.
A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.
You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.
You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.
He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.
He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.
“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.
Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.
He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.
“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.
With that, Walker finally left.
Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.
“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.
He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.
As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.
You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.
He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.
The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.
He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.
He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.
Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.
Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.
All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.
As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.
“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.
Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.
“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.
“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”
You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.
Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.
A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.
It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.
And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.
i would die if you did a second part to dbf!bucky x walker!daughter. that was the most delicious fic i have ever read. but praises from me for blessing my eyes with that piece of writing.
oh my god thank you so much, that is so kind
what would you say if i already had a part two in the works🫣🤫
