Read this and immediately had to respond and that doesn’t happen often. Maybe it was my urge to write phone sex. Close enough...😘😘😘
Bucky just wanted to cheer Steve up is all. He hadn’t anticipated on having to go into work on Saturday, but Bucky’s heart sunk a little when he got a call bright and early that morning, far too early on a day when the two of them were supposed to enjoy waking up slowly and wrapped up in each other.
“I’m sorry, Buck. I’ll make it up to you. Hopefully I can get back home early.”
Bucky tried not to sound too disappointed because that would only make Steve even more upset at their changed plans and that’s the last thing Bucky wanted. He found himself putting on a happy face and giving Steve one extra kiss goodbye, vibrating with some extra energy at having slipped something special into Steve’s messenger bag while he quickly showered.
Bucky knew it was only a matter of time until Steve found the surprise, but he also knew that Steve was going to be incredibly busy. It wasn’t like he had placed the surprise right where anyone could see it; Steve would have to look a little or grab for a pen in order to find it and Bucky really thinks—
He’s on the couch and it’s well passed lunchtime, the hopes of Steve coming home at a decent hour dwindling away by the minute. He doesn’t even pause the show he’s watching before answering his phone with a shaky hand.
“Hello?” He tries to sound like he isn’t about to vibrate off the couch. He’s met with silence, just a few seconds of it, can hear Steve breathing on the other end.
“Bucky?” Bucky doesn’t even try to feign complete innocence.
“Yes, Daddy?” he draws out and murmurs back in a tone that gives him away immediately, even if Steve had anticipated on Bucky trying to play coy. Bucky has to bite his lip to prevent a giggle from bursting through his lips.
“I’m not even going to ask you if you know why I’m callin’ you, sugar,” Steve explains, and he does so in a voice that sends a thrill down Bucky’s spine. It’s hushed and strained and so very Daddy of Steve. Bucky licks his lips.
“You wanna tell me why, when I went to reach for one of my folders…I pulled out a pair of your underwear instead?”
Bucky hadn’t anticipated this. He hadn’t anticipated the way every word sounds rolling out of Steve’s mouth and into his ear, hadn’t anticipated the way he feels his dick chub up in his shorts. He knew it was a playful move, but he immediately realizes he hadn’t thought about how sexy of one it was. Steve makes a small noise.
“Not…not just ‘underwear’ either, let’s be clear. You put…a pair of your panties in my work bag, Buck?” Hearing the act said out loud was also something he hadn’t expected to make him hot all over.
“I…I wanted to give you a little something to make your day better,” and as soon as the words are out of his mouth Steve is groaning lowly into the phone. It’s a startling noise, one that automatically has Bucky letting out his own whimper of a noise.
“These aren’t clean,” and Steve says it like he knows it and Bucky most definitely does not want to think about how Steve knows that, “Are they, baby?” He doesn’t want to answer that but knows it takes away from the surprise of the day, knows that is something a good boy wouldn’t do.
“N…n-no, Daddy. They’re…not clean.”
“Oh, honey—you put a pair of your dirty panties in Daddy’s work bag?”
It’s Bucky’s turn to groan into the phone and the noise is loud, right from the back of his throat, turns into a whine he lets out through his nose. His head drops back a little too, his neck going weak from hearing such filthy words come out of Daddy’s mouth. Bucky’s half-hard dick twitches in his shorts.
“Answer me, Bucky. Say it,” and Bucky’s cheeks flare red at the unwavering command.
“I put a pair of my…of my dirty panties in your w-work bag, Daddy…” Bucky can hear the squeak of Steve’s desk chair, wants to marinate in the sound of Steve bitten-off curses. He brings his hand down to the front of his shorts, gives his dick a good squeeze, an even better tug, and when he spreads his legs some he wishes Daddy were there to settle between them.
“You’re a filthy fuckin’ boy, Bucky Barnes. You know that? Say that too, say it,” and Bucky’s whimpering yet again, knows that Daddy’s breathy pushy voice means he’s either touching himself or he really really wants to be. Bucky responds without a moment’s hesitation.
“I’m a filthy fuckin’ boy, Daddy. Ohh,” Bucky all but moans out, unoccupied hand still rubbing at his erection through his shorts, and Steve all but shouts.
“God, I can’t believe you. How am I supposed to stay here now, huh? I’m not gonna get a single goddamn thing done now, baby. Thinkin’ of you…of you wearin’ these pretty, frilly, blue panties, of how delicious your ass looks in them, of how much I wanna fuck that pretty ass—”
“—oh, baby wanna stuff you full until you’re just drippin’, until you beg me to stop, until you’re squealin’, fuck.”
Bucky’s panting into the phone, just three sentences of Steve’s words getting him as hard as a rock, an easy slut.
“Just…just wanted to give you something to look forward to, Daddy,” Bucky tries to explain in a small voice, forcing his hand away from his dick for fear of him blowing his load right there on the couch. There are a few beats of silence before there’s movement on the other line.
“I’m coming home,” Bucky let’s out a desperate little whimper in response to those words alone, “I’m leaving now and I want you face down, ass up on the bed and I want you to think about exactly what I’m gonna be thinkin’ about my whole ride home—Should I make you wear these panties just so you can cream ‘em all up again or should I shove ‘em in your mouth while I take what’s mine and show you just what I think about this little stunt?”
Bucky goes cross-eyed, thinks he mumbles out, “Fuck, Daddy ohh,” but who the hell knows.
“Get goin’, sugar. You’ve got ten minutes—use it wisely.”
Bucky is up and sprinting to the bedroom before Steve is done saying I love you and hanging up.