I practically sprint to the shower when I finish going to the bathroom with how cold I am and the anticipation to get my revenge started also hauls my ass to the shower where the goosebumps and shivers leave my body when the flow of the hot water cascades down my body, chasing away the cold and pain from my cramps. I wash my body first and take my time to wash my hair with my vanilla and almond butter scents while thinking of what exactly I am going to do in part two of my teasing revenge. I rinse out the shampoo for the time being and as I stare at the ceiling, my eyes fall onto the square showerhead above my that is sprinkling water on my sudsy head. The more I look at the showerhead, the more details I find like the slightly turned handle that I thought was connected to the wall but to be fair, I never looked too hard at the showerhead.
I mean, who would?
Reaching up to test my theory, I pull the showerhead towards me with my squinted eyes as water gets on my face when the handle detaches from the bigger showerhead. My mouth drops open a little in surprise that I have been living here for almost two months and never noticed this about my own damn shower. My open mouth turns into a smile when I see the different settings on the side labeled with tiny pictures so I test it out and press the small black button on the side and watch the water change from the 'shower' setting to the 'jet' setting. An idea immediately occurs to me when I bite my lip and try to lower the smile on my face as the water sprays out of the center of the showerhead and onto my chest that finally gives me the perfect plan when I quickly rinse the shampoo out of my hair and sloppily rake conditioner through.
When that is done, I hang the showerhead up and walk over to the second one on the right side wall in the middle of the large space and turn it on to feel the equally warm water hit my chest with less pressure than the higher one I just experienced. I detach the head and turn it to the jet setting as I rest my back against the wall and stand shoulder width apart, shaking my head to stop the giggles wanting to escape my lips. I lower the showerhead down to my front until the stream gets to my core and that spark in my stomach already starts to grow as the water hits my slit and makes my eyes flutter shut and my lips part to let out a gasp at the immediate sensations boiling in my stomach.
Finally feeling that buildup ready to burst, my knees wobble and bend slightly but I manage to keep my balance and lean my body weight against the cold wet tile. I tilt my head up and pinch my eyes as I let out soft moans when getting totally lost in my own bliss to the point I almost forget I'm supposed to be teasing Bucky so as the water hits my clit that sends shocks of pleasure I never knew were possible to reach, I smirk a lazy smile before moaning just a little louder knowing he can hear me with how hyper focused his thoughts have been on my ass as the image still floats in his head and it gets him harder by the minute. After a few minutes of nothing, no door opening or sounds from him but amplified thoughts in his head, I step it up a little more and raise my voice.
"Oh, Bucky." I moan out loudly while trying to keep my laughter pulled back at the same time with a smile on my face. "Please, Bucky. It feels so good- ugh."
I quickly get lost in my own pleasure again by moaning Bucky's name like it's a prayer that progressively gets louder, begging for merciful release of pleasure and just as I am about to reach my high, the bathroom door swings open and hits the wall behind it with a loud thud. I quickly stand back up despite the protests in my knees and switch the jet setting back to the shower before hanging it up. I turn away from the glass door to act as nothing ever happened while Bucky's fuzzy silhouette walks to the shower door and opens it with rough movements. He slips in, letting the warm water from my abandoned showerhead run down his naked body but he doesn't care about that when his eyes are trapped on the water shining on my skin.
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Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile
Fanfic"You're staring." Bucky speaks with some insecurity in his voice "You can't blame me, Barnes." I shake my head with a smirk. "You're just a sight I don't want to look away from." I flirt and he chuckles what sounds like a sigh of relief as he walks...