My fantasy wears a pink nightgown
Dividers by @cursed-carmine || masterlist
Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky x Teammate!Reader
Content: 18+, pet names [baby girl, baby], dirty thoughts, fingering, oral F, biological juices, cowgirl, cum
Summary: Whatâs the worst that could happen with you and Bucky staying alone at the tower while everyoneâs out on a mission?
âFuck yeah, baby, keep goingâ Bucky says through gritted teeth, another one of his incredulous groans passing his lips as you keep eagerly moving on top of him.
Your pussy is squeezing him so hard that heâs sure he could cum right now on the spot even if itâs been a couple of seconds since his cock has been buried in the comfort of your inner walls. He dreamt about this for so long. Being inside you, with you, over you. Whatever, heâs just glad that heâs finally able to have you moving and moaning like that for him.
âOh my god, Bucky. Yes. Donât stop, please Iâm so closeâ you moan in his ear, your hands pulling at the strand of his hair at the nape of his neck.
Bucky seems to like it because that pulled another moan from him and his right hand landed in contact with the meat of your ass in a possessive spank. You moan even louder, coming all over his dick and balls.
Bucky groans at the squeeze on his length before turning the positions, laying you on your back and ramming quickly into you to reach his own high. His breath comes out ragged as his right hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just enough for the sensation, never to hurt.
âI-Iâm closeâ Bucky rambles, cuming all over-
Bucky woke up in a jump, his heart thumping like crazy under his ribcage and his breath coming out heavy and quick. He ran his hand through his hair as he slowly grew back to consciousness. Thatâs when he felt it. The hot and wet patch is sticking to the front of his boxer.
âFucking hell⌠You gotta be kidding meâ Bucky grumbled to himself under his breath, understanding what had just happened during his sleep.
Of course, he knew it wasnât uncommon for people to have wet dreams, but about his teammate? Really? The fact that it wasnât the first time happening made him feel like a dirty old man and an eager teenager at the same time.
You both had the tower all to yourselves since the others were out on the field for a mission, which made it even harder for him. Literally, just the other day when you were training, Bucky had just a glance of your perfect ass while you were squatting and that did him. He left to fist himself in the locker room like a damn teenager.
And this wasnât your fault. No of course it wasnât. You were just this cute, little ray of sunshine that Bucky canât seem to get out of his head. Itâs not his fault that youâre carrying that innocence in you that attracts Bucky towards you like a bone would attract a dog. But could anyone blame him when you looked at him with these doe eyes like you knew exactly what was going on inside his head.
He was wondering what kind of girl you would be in bed. Would you be a good little girl and do exactly as he would want you to? Or would you be a bad girl and do it as you want, leading him like he would be led by a fucking leash? Anyway, the sure thing was that Bucky was dying to know. You were his goddamn fantasy and nightmare at the same time.
He sighed and finally pushed the blankets away before walking to his in-suite bathroom and shredding the ruined pair of underwear in the dirty laundry. He turned on the shower, hoping that the cold shower would help to dissipate all sorts of dirty thoughts that kept slowly creeping into his old man's mind.
The quick shower did a great work for the mess down there but up there, there was pretty much nothing to do for that. He was a gone man for you. And he had been for a long time. With a towel wrapped around his body, he looked at himself through the mirror and sighed, gripping the edge of the counter.
âGet a grip, youâre acting like a damn teenager all over againâ he said to himself, almost feeling a bit crazy about having a conversation with his own reflection.
And thatâs when he came to a conclusion. Simple, easy and effective. All he had to do was ignore you. If he didnât see you he couldnât get some weird ideas, right? Thatâll be easy, the tower is so big. What were the chance for you both to end up in the same place at the same time, anyway?
The day had gone pretty well, Bucky had managed to avoid you for most of the day. He ran into you once when he was training at the gym. You smiled at him and he suddenly dropped the weight and abruptly ended his training.
What he didnât notice was the frown on your face and the hurt look you shot at him. Was he doing it on purpose? One thing is sure, you will have an answer by the end of the day.
Well, that answer had to wait until 11:47PM that night. Bucky had gotten up and sneaked to the kitchen like a little kid to grab a cookie. He didnât hear the footsteps coming from behind him, what grabbed his attention was your soft voice.
He turned around and was greeted by the most precious, beautiful and magnificent sight he seen his whole life. You, standing there with the prettiest baby pink nightgown Bucky has ever seen. He never seen a lot, but he just knew that this one was the prettiest.
His eyes ran slowly up and down your body. The small spaghetti strap over your shoulders, the perfect V-cut showing just enough of your cleavage and the roundness of your breast, the faintest of your nipples peaking under the fabric, the hem trimmed with a soft lace and stopping just above mid thigh.
Yeah, he was a totally gone man. Completely and utterly gone for you. He prayed at the exact moment for something or someone to save him from this angel sent from heaven.
Having his eyes looking at you over like that suddenly made you feel self-conscious. You must look ridiculous in that thing in front of him, you thought. You cleared your throat and crossed your arms over your chest.
âHave you been ignoring me today?â You asked and Bucky felt his heart flutter. Oh god, you noticed. Of course you did. Youâre not a dumb girl. Now he felt like the worst scumbag ever.
âIgnoring you? No, why would I ignore you?â He asked, trying to play innocent but totally aware of how bad his acting is right now.
âI donât know, you tell meâ you answered, âdid I do something wrong?â
âGosh, no! I-I mean, no you didnât do anything wrongâ he ran a hand in his hair and let out a sigh.
How was he even supposed to tell you anyway? âHey, yeah so I canât stand seeing you cause itâs making me hard and now I canât stop having wet dreams about youâ Yeah no, definitely not. This is weird and youâd get grossed out by him. Which is legitimate.
âItâs just that⌠youâre a lot to takeâ Now that it was out of his mouth he realized that it didnât sound as good as it did in his head.
âOh⌠am I too much? Did I bother you?â Great, now he made you feel like you did something bad.
âNo! Well, yes, I mean-â he finally sighed because of how much of an idiot he must look like right now with you standing all pretty like a doll in front of you.
âOkay, well⌠thatâs really confusing. Call me when you want to tell me whatever I did to youâ you turned around ready to leave before Bucky moved quickly to grab your wrist. You turned back to look at him with your beautiful eyes.
âYou didnât do anything. Not exactly. You do things to me, yes. Youâre just not aware of it.â He explained, plunging you into even more confusion.
âI- okay. Iâm really trying to follow you right now but youâre making things hard.â
âYeah, youâre making things hard for me, tooâ he said under his breath. âYouâre just⌠so fucking beautiful and youâre making me feel things that I thought I couldnât feel anymoreâ he finally said, his left hand coming to cup your cheek.
He felt the way your breath itched as soon as the cold metal of his hand came in contact with your soft and so delicate skin. His eyes kept doing a triangle way on your face. Right eye, lips, left eye. His breath seemed to pick up a beat when your own eyes drifted down to his plush lips.
âDo you even know how many times I dreamt of you? Of this perfect body of yours doing all sorts of things just for me?â He rambled and had you listening so carefully to each word coming out of his mouth. âI creamed my fucking boxers, just this morning, thinking of you.â
âO-ohâ that was the only pathetic sound you managed to get out at his sudden confession. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât notice how good he looked just at this right moment, telling you such filthy things.
âYeah, âohâ. You didnât know, uh? With that innocent look of yours that you got me hard each time you just glanced my way?â He continued âThatâs fine, I guess Iâll just have to show you then.â
There was a brief moment when you understood what he just said and the next, his hands firmly grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you up and on instinct, your legs circled his waist. The right strap over your right shoulder had loosely fallen and your hands firmly braced themselves on his muscular shoulders.
He easily moved you both around in the kitchen, turning around to put you down on it, his hands moving to firmly grab your hips, squeezing them roughly with a groan leaving his throat. His eyes were looking through yours, searching for one ounce of negative response coming from you. When he didnât, that was his green light to finally ruin you.
The hem of your nightgown had bunched up at the top of your thighs, leaving them perfectly bare for his eyes. A long breath coming from deep inside him left his mouth like he was finally exactly where he wanted to be. His lips are attached to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft skin covering your pulse.
âBuckyâŚâ his name coming out of your mouth in a moan felt so good that he bit harder, definitely leaving a mark for a couple of days.
âIâm gonna fucking ruin you, baby⌠dreamt of it for so longâ his words were promises whispered against your skin while his kisses kept going south.
His mouth started on your right shoulder where the strap had already fallen off earlier, then your clavicle was the next. He hadnât done much yet but you knew that he was good with his mouth. The wet patch already forming in your panties was just the beginning.
His fingers gripped the discarded strap, pulling it even more down to free one of your breasts which his mouth instantly attached to. The fabric of your nightgown being pulled like that couldnât help but make a crackling noise from the fabric being heard.
âThat was new, Buckyâ you whined as his teeth tugged slightly on your hardened nipple.
âIâll buy you a hundred more if that makes you happy and I get to see you in them every timeâ he answered, not minding your protest against the fact that he just broke the fabric. âLift your arms for me, baby girlâ
You felt a shiver running from your spine all the way up your body, lifting your arms like he just asked you. He pulled the fabric up, tossing it carelessly on the floor of the common kitchen. Having you exposed in front of him suddenly made you realize that you were practically naked in front of him, the poor piece of underwear being the last barrier.
He groaned in approval as his eyes appreciatively looked at the all new expose skin in front of him. Your perky breasts were pointing right at him like they were practically begging for him to touch. His right hand grabbed one, covering it fully and gave it a delicious squeeze. You moaned and closed your eyes, appreciating how good that was feeling.
His left hand trailed down to the damp spot on your panties, his fingers barely brushing them, which had your hips trying to push against his hand. He chuckled and repeated the movement, earning the same reaction from you.
âWell, someoneâs a little eager, huh? Iâm glad to see that Iâm not the only one being like this.â His breath hitting your ear made you shiver.
Your hand drifted down on his own body but as you were about to reach the front of his pants where you wouldâve found his dick completely erect, his hand left your breast to gently grab your wrist.
âDonât, itâs all about you for now. Just wanna make you goodâ he said.
You whined a bit but nodded, bringing your hands to pull the strands of his hair instead. He hummed in agreement before slowly pushing your upper body to be laid down on the counter, your ass just on the end of it. His hands grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and making room for himself between your legs.
The sight was mesmerizing for him. He pressed his lips to the inside of your knee before starting to slowly go up and up. When his lips connected with your inner thigh, you kept out a moan, already feeling sensitive. He smiled against your skin and his fingers curled around your panties, slowly pulling them down like a kid would unwrap a present on Christmas morning.
âFuck, youâre already this wet? Havenât even touched you properlyâ he chuckled, pressing a kiss on your mound.
âP-please, Bucky. Touch meâ you whined.
âOh, and she beg? Youâre even better than I dreamt, babyâ
Without waiting another second, his tongue flattened against your pussy, giving a slow and hit lick from your entrance to your swollen clit, begging for his attention. You moan just encourage him to do it over and over again until your legs start slightly shaking.
He pulled away and replaced his lips with his fingers, tracing slow and torturous circles on your clit while his tongue went back to tease your entrance. That had you pulling him more against you and mewling his name.
âFuck! Yes, Bucky, donât s-stop, please donâtâ Your cries were accentuated with the buck of your hips against his mouth.
When his tongue slowly passed your walls and licked the inside of your softness, you were pretty sure that you had seen stars cause your eyes shot open and your mouth let out the most phonographic moan possible. His movement quickened even more when he felt your inner walls squeezing his tongue. It didnât take much more for your climax to explode, your back arching off the counter while Bucky licked you through it.
He made sure that every remnant of your cum was well cleaned by himself before he stood up straighter, looking at your chest moving fast and heavy with each breath you took. He smiled proudly, his hand wiping your juices from his mouth. When you looked back at him, thatâs when you saw it. The camera. Of course, you were in the fucking kitchen of the Tower.
âOh god, no, the camera, Buckyâ you said, your arms quickly coming to cover your naked chest as if it didnât record the whole thing.
He simply chuckled and caressed your cheek. âWell, canât say we don't have a souvenirâ When he noticed the look on your face he laughed again. âDonât panic, Iâll have it deleted.â
You sighed and finally calmed down, coming down from your high, realizing that Bucky had just eaten you out on the kitchen corner. Where literally everyone makes their food and where they eat. The area will need a⌠deep cleaning.
âYou. Taste. Fucking. Amazingâ he finally declared, pressing each word with a kiss. Just as he was about to undo his own pants, the sound of the elevator opening was heard.
âHey! Weâre back!â Yelana yelled through the room.
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