#I went to the depths of my inbox for some inspo and this one jumped out at me

[becca-e-barnes]

Hey Becca! Could you do something with dbf bucky and reader? Imagine he has to spend the night and the guest room is right beside yours. You’ve been horny for him all night, barely finding satisfaction with your fingers. Bucky thinks he’s dreaming when he hears your moans and starts to palm himself. But then he hears you moan for him and he can’t wait, he makes his way to your room. He fucks you into oblivion with one hand over your mouth because you have to be quiet.

Pleaseeee, the idea of being the person he thinks about while he touches himself does things to me 🙈

And I love the whole thought of him desperately trying not to touch himself, even though it's all he wants to do. He'd hear your tiny gasps and soft groans, the gentle sobs of his name and he'd do his best to think of anything other than how you must look in that moment.

He knows he could block it out. He could put on his headphones and listen to music and wait for you to finish. If he did that, he could get up in the morning and look you in the eye and pretend nothing ever happened. He knows he absolutely should do that but he swears if he listens closely enough, he can hear the slick sounds of your fingers dipping inside your soaked cunt and he can't pass up the opportunity to hear that.

Almost without thinking about it, his hand wraps around his cock, stroking absentmindedly, just seeking some relief from his own frustration.

He hangs on each one of your shaky breaths. He strokes himself faster when your moans get louder, edging himself in time with you but it's fucking torture. Your little cries of "Bucky, please" wear down his resolve faster than he imagined.

You're pleading. You're begging him to fuck you and he can't ignore it. His dick rules his head as he takes a deep breath, putting his underwear back on before climbing out of bed, crossing the short distance between his room and your door.

He knocks twice, calls your name and waits for you to answer before he enters. Even with just your dim bedside lamp on, he can see the discomfort on your face, mentally prepared for the most awkward conversation of your life.

It doesn't come though. "You were thinking of me?" Bucky asks, his voice calm and barely louder than a whisper.

You nod, watching his face closely. "You were thinking of me while you edged yourself?"

You nod again, a little more embarrassed this time. Clearly he'd been listening for way too long.

"Do you know what you did to me?" His hand falls to his boxers, palming his length. "You and that pretty little pussy are trouble."

Your fingers circle your clit under the covers and without seeing your hand, he knows exactly what you're doing. "Bucky, please." You whimper once more, overwhelmed by the relief that this didn't take the horrendously awkward turn you thought it would. "Please touch me."

That's all he wants to do. It's all he's wanted for the best part of an hour and he's so far past the point of talking himself out of it.

He's on the bed in a second, pushing the covers out of the way so he has access to your body. His lips are hot on yours, exactly how you imagined they would be, kissing you with an urgency you'd only dreamed of.

His boxers are quickly discarded again and while he'd love to draw it out, neither of you have the patience in that moment. There's plenty of time for later.

His cock feels heavy, resting against your slick entrance and you both marvel at the sound it makes when he grinds it against your soaked folds.

"Stay nice and quiet, sweetheart." He whispers, lining his tip up with your entrance, beginning to press inside. "If I could hear you moaning my name, chances are everyone else in the house could too." His hand covers your mouth, muffling your groan as he begins to press inside you, whispering the filthiest praises in your ear.