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Day 13 Kinktober prompt: Caught Masturbating
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x stepdaughter!reader
Warnings: Caught masturbating, age difference (unspecified, Bucky is older, and reader is of-age) unintentional exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, sex toy, vibrator, vaginal fingering, edging, daddy kink
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The house is supposed to be empty.
But Bucky is home from work early, and he distinctly hears a moan from upstairs. And since his wife just texted him that she was out with her friends and would be home late, there’s only one other person it could be.
He angrily assumes you’re in your room with a boy. Ever since the day your mother introduced you to him, he’s wanted to get his cock in you. And the thought of some painfully stupid, unemployed dipshit fucking you in HIS house…
It just pisses him off.
He stalks upstairs, fully prepared to drag some twenty-something shitstain off of his stepdaughter, and out of the house by his throat. But something he hears stops him.
It’s none of the sounds he expected to hear. He was prepared for the wet slap of skin against skin, the grunting of some idiot fuckboy you brought home.
Instead he hears a soft moan.
It sounds like you.
Heat races through his body when he hears it again. He moves soundlessly down the carpeted hallway, stopping outside of your room.
Your door is cracked just enough for a pencil-thin line of light to show between the door and the jamb. He sees a sliver of your body when he peeks through the opening. Naked, and writhing in the dimly lit room, your hands working some sort of toy between your legs, because now that he’s closer, he can hear a muffled, rhythmic buzzing sound.
You moan again, and he is suddenly all too aware that he is blindingly fucking hard.
He swears under his breath, cupping a hand over his aching cock, and somehow manages to keep a very tenuous grasp on the groan that wants to spill out of his mouth.
The real fist to the jaw though, is finding out just how vocal you are when you’re being fucked. He’s fantasized about it, sure, but the sounds he’s conjured in his head while he jerks off don’t hold a candle to what you actually sound like in person. Sure there’s the breathless chorus of sighs, moans, groans, and curses. But there’s also the litany of filth, which floats to him with each breathless whine–
“God, you feel so good.”
“Your cock is so big, ‘m so full.”
“Yeah, fuck me just like that.”
Oh, but the one that really hits him like a sledgehammer to the chest-
“Fuck me harder, daddy.”
He swears quietly, pushing your door open slowly, until he can see all of you at once. Then he opens the front of his pants so he can get his hand around his cock.
Goddamn. Look at you, sugar, he thinks to himself. Fucking listen to you.
Now that his view is unobstructed, he can tell you’re edging yourself. One hand works a vibrator in and out of your cunt, and the other circles your clit. Then—when your moans are the most desperate—you stop. Distract yourself from the sensations by dragging your nails up your soft thighs, or playing with your tits until your nipples are standing in stiff peaks.
Then you go back to working over your pussy to build yourself up again.
Bucky’s jacking his cock, completely hypnotized by the show you’ve unknowingly supplied him. His knuckles are coated with precome, and although he aches for an orgasm, he’d rather die than come without seeing you in the throes of your own climax first.
You stop the vibrator momentarily, to ease yourself down from the edge. So Bucky can hear the next words that come tumbling from your mouth with crystal clarity. And he’s completely unprepared–
“Bucky, you fuck me so good. Gonna make me come, daddy.”
And, well, he nearly comes on the spot when his name slips from your lips.
With all the restraint he can muster, he tucks his aching cock back into his pants, and slowly pushes your door open.
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