#he looks like a wet napkin-💫

[ask-unstable-jaxtadc]

[buckyhoney]

"You like that, don't you?" + tfatws Bucky please! 😇💫💖

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: im in a bucky mood, so im doing some of his first haha

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/���𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink, exhibitionism, fingering, unedited

"you like that don't you" + bucky

The food was the only thing keeping you from moaning in front of your friends.

Bucky thought it was amusing- some sort of game that he was determined to win. The game was to get you so worked up that you'd drag him to the bathroom. Luckily for you, the table was high enough, and the table cloth covered Bucky's hand on the inside of your thigh. He had spread your legs open just enough for him to tease you over your panties.

Sam was talking to Bucky about former missions he's been on while you struggled to swallow your food. Bucky chuckles, circling his thumb over your clit. He pulls your leg on top of his, allowing more access to your aching core.

"Are you okay?" Sam laughs looking past Bucky to you.

Bucky glances over at you, smirking to himself. You glare at him before pushing through the need to moan.

"I'm fine! It's much spicier than I thought it'd be." You respond, coughing into your napkin.

Sam nods, returning to the conversation with Bucky and Joaquin. Bucky tugged the panties to the side, finally feeling just how wet he had made you. The heat rose to your cheeks and throughout your body. His thumb continued to warm up your clit.

You resulted in chugging your wine. The girl across from you, Joaquin's date, had given you eyes- asking if you were alright. All you did was nod and adjust in your seat. Moving with your hips, Bucky was able to slip a finger inside you. Disguising the moan with a cough, you couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"You like that don't you?" Bucky whispered in your ear, while you took another sip of wine.

You scoot back, removing Bucky's finger from your aching center.

"I'm gonna use the restroom, I'll be right back." Sliding out of the booth, you pull your dress down quickly and walk straight towards the bathroom.

You glance back at the table and Bucky's eyes are staring you down. He had watched you walk the entire way. The rest of the table continued on, not realizing the tension that had formed between you.

"I'm gonna go check on her, she may have had too much wine." Bucky puts his napkin on the table, bringing his thumb to his mouth- sucking the arousal off.

Looking in the mirror, fanning yourself with paper towels. Trying to cool yourself off, you knew the only way to relieve this tension was to cum. Thinking about just how desperate you were, you checked all the stalls before locking the door.

Before you could slide your fingers inside your panties, there was a knock on the door. Panicked, you fixed your dress and unlocked the door. Standing in front of you was an overly amused Bucky. He had his arms crossed and was leaning against the door frame.

"Why was the door locked, baby?" He already knew the answer.

"I- uhm," He chuckles, before walking into the bathroom- locking the door behind him.

"You were about to touch yourself weren't you?" He pulls you in by your hips.

You didn't say anything, but Bucky's hand dipped underneath your dress, sliding up your dress and inside your panties. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, whimpering.

"All you had to do was ask me and I would have taken you home and made you cum over and over..." He whispers sliding two fingers inside your cunt.

"... and over again..." Bucky begins to curl his fingers inside you.

You're at a loss for words, grinding pathetically into his fingers.

"Wanna go home, baby?" He coos.