Bucky who's a pervert.
bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 429 words ── .✮ 18+ content / mdni
⟡ ݁ Bucky who can't help but stare at your behind as you walk away to put your things in your cubby. You just introduced yourself to him with an adorably sweet smile, and here he is. Swallowing down an embarrassing amount of drool as he watches your ass jiggle while you walk off.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who is trying his absolute best to ignore the way your thighs press together when you sit down. Not a single gap of space between that soft pudge of yours. He thinks of having his head between them, or maybe his cock. Thinks of the pressure, and the warmth, and the... shit. He's getting hard just thinking about it.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who wishes he was never tasked with laundry duties this week. A pair of panties that has to be yours is calling his name, sat ontop of a pile of dirty clothes and towels like a damn piece of treasure. He can't stop himself from grabbing the fabric and shoving it in his pocket, hands already shaking from the mere thought of what he can do with it.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who tunes his enhanced hearing just right so he can hear your soft gasps and pleasured whimpers at night. The thrum of whatever vibrator you're using is pushed to the side. He always tries his best to ignore it. He doesn't want to think about something that isn't him pleasing you. He simply pretends he's there instead.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who creates an instagram, twitter, tiktok, tumblr, fuck, even facebook account, just so he can stalk you. Hurriedly removing the accidental like he gives to one of your damn near four-years-old bikini photo. Panic and anxiety is shooting through his veins, but he doesn't stop himself from scrolling further.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who immediately regrets tagging along with Steve to the training room. Of course you're there, too. And of course you're sparring with Nat, who absolutely beats your ass. And of course you're only in loose sweatpants and a training bra. He's so busy watching the way your tits bounce as you pant and struggle to get up that he doesn't even notice Steve calling him over to the wrestling mat.
⟡ ݁ Bucky who plays recordings of your voice late at night. Palming himself slowly to the sound of your lazy morning voice. Scissoring himself to that bossy tone of yours that you have on missions. Wrapping your panties – the pair he stole all those fucking weeks ago – around his cock as he listens to your moans and whines, playing through the microphone he snuck into your room earlier that day.
