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shamrockqueen · 7 months

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Pink demon

Pairing : (Pretty in pink series) Hot Neighbor Bucky x Reader

Warnings : R18, oral, smut, slutty costumes, P*rn with a little bit of Plot, licking up cum

Word count : 2853

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You slid one corner of the heavy cape over your shoulder, taking one last moment to admire the pretty pink latex of your strappy costume. You drop the thick fabric back over top of it so that your little trick can be properly concealed before heading towards the front door.

You’ve made a gamble like this before, but with the loss of home field advantage, the stakes seemed a little higher this time around. But, after the payoff you received last time, you just couldn't resist using the anty.

You readjusted your little plastic devil's horns so that they sat perfectly straight on top of your head, all before grabbing your trick-or-treating bucket and heading for the door.

It was far too late for any trick-or-treaters to still be wandering around, leaving a dark and empty street ahead of you as you turned off your own lights and left your house. You looked out at the nice neighborhood, searching out the still-lit home of your quiet neighbor. His porch lights were off, but the main light in the living room was still bright as ever.

Your heels, also concealed by the silky cloak, clacked along the pavement as you made the journey down the street. The twinkling of the little orange pumpkin lights strung over his porch came into view as you approached his brick steps.

You were a little surprised that he even decorated, as it didn’t seem like him to shop for plastic Jack o'lanterns. Yet as you looked at the goofy decorations, it made him seem all the more sweet to have put in the effort.

After getting up the two steps, you finally made it to the door, pressing the button for the doorbell and fussing with your horns as you waited for the *Ding-Dong* to be answered.

You heard his footsteps before the door came open. He had a large bowl of candy tucked under one arm and a look of surprise lighting up his face.

“Uh, hi. Long time, no see.” He spoke with amusement as he eyed the bright pink devil horns atop your head in contrast to the dark cloth draped over your little body. “What brings you by at this hour?”

“Trick or treat.” You said it with a wide smile as you pulled your hands from under your coat to not only reveal your plastic pumpkin basket but your pink straps and bare skin as well.

The bucket of candy nearly slipped out from under his arm as his eyes widened at the sight of you. In the next second, after tossing the bowl to a side table, he reaches out for your arm to quickly drag you into the house, nearly slamming the door closed behind you.

“What are you doing walking around in something like that?” His tone was more amusing than scolding as he continued to take in what little the cape had revealed so far.

“What, this?” You slipped your fingers under the edge of the cape and slid it over your shoulder so that every strap and zipper were available to be taken in by his hungry eyes.

It was almost too easy. “It’s my costume.”

He was almost choking on any of the words he was trying to get out. His hands move instead, hitting the lock in the door and switching off the main light to signal that the house is done passing out candy.

When he steps closer to you, it’s slower, almost like a predator backing its small prey into a darkened corner. His fingers reach up to untie the little bow of ribbon that held the cape together, letting it fall down your body to pool at your feet.

“You walked all the way here, dressed like this?” His voice sounded so heavy and low that you nearly felt the purr of it in your own chest as it bumped against yours. His heavy steps echoed through the room as he backed you towards the nearest wall.

You don’t answer back, not being able to handle his reaction to taking such a left turn. Your shoes nearly tangle in the cape as you're made to move.

“What if someone saw you? Do you have any idea what someone might do to you if they saw this?” He ends his one-sided question with a rough tug at the little zipper that kept the bottom piece of your costume together.

You couldn’t help the little gasp that puffed past your lips before you tried to regain your composure. You didn’t want to lose the upper hand just yet.

You slowly reached out to drag your nails from the collar of his shirt and down the plains of his chest until they met the hem of his jeans.

“Is it anything like what you want to do to me now?” You spoke as you batted your lashes and dug your fingers between the denim and his skin.

He gritted his teeth together once your palm met his pubic bone and your nimble digits circled around his hidden shaft.

He almost growled in response as he pressed himself hard against your hand.

“Oh, Doll. You have no idea. I mean, look at you.” He tilted his head until it tapped yours, just to get a better view of your precious little costume.

“You came all the way to my house, dressed like this.” His own fingers reached up to tug at one of the little straps at your waist and let it go to snap back against your skin.

“Ouch…Don’t you like it?” You give him a shy little pout as he huffs and puffs above you.

“I do.” It was spoken lowly as his eyes slipped back up your body to meet yours.

His hand comes up to tuck a finger under your chin, pushing your head up so that your lips meet his for a small but slow kiss.

His mouth slides over yours, his tongue dipping against your bottom lip before he slides it between his teeth.

He has you easily distracted, giving him room to slide his hands from the sides of your neck and over the little straps of your top. His fingers graze the soft skin of your tummy before his arms circle your waist. You were still too mesmerized by the flick and prod of his tongue along yours as his mouth engulfed you to stop him as his arms tightened around your body.

He pulled you from the wall and swung your body toward the edge of the nearby sofa. Your shoes buckled as your bottom hit the armrest, and your body teetered over to hit his cushy navy-colored pillows. You couldn’t help the giggles that erupted from your belly, nor could he help but give a sly smile as he stepped towards you to cover your body with his.

He was met instead with your hands pressing to his chest to push him back up and off of you, still chuckling as you teased him. “Hey, where’s my candy, mister?"

He stood back with an amused huff. It takes so much out of him not to just attack you right now, fingers digging hard into his own apullstry as he looks down at your teasy little pout. He could swear that if he saw you pop out your bottom lip one more time, he was going to bite it again. “Are you serious?"

"I said trick or treat; now where's my candy?" You punctuate the last word by pressing the hard platform of your heel against his chest to keep him from trying to devour you any further. You wanted to be reckless and push him just that extra inch to knock him over the edge.

"You little brat."

He still had half a bowl of treats left in the bowl he’d discarded onto the side table, so he took a sharp breath before speaking again: “You want candy? Oh, I’ll get you some damn candy.”

He tore himself away to haughtily dig through the bowl, grabbing a wide lollipop before bringing the plastic wrapper to his mouth and tearing it away with his teeth. It was bright green with a bit of chewy caramel at the top to mimic a candy apple. He leans back over you to bring the loli to your sweet pink lips, growling out a single word.

“Lick!”

You didn’t have to be told twice while flicking your wet tongue along the hard candy. The taste of a sour green apple nearly stings the tip of your tongue until it reaches the sweet caramel top.

“What do you say, Doll?” The words rumbled from his chest to vibrate into the air as he stared down at you like some easy but elusive prey.

“Mm, thank you.” You say this as you drag your mouth along the lolli before leaning up to take it fully into your mouth to give it a good suck.

“Now where we’re we, until you so bratily interrupted me.” He gritted out a tight, hungry smile as his fingers left the little plastic stick at the end of your sour, sweet candy apple prize. He wouldn’t be made to wait any longer. It had been so long since he had last seen you, often making him sweat and bite at his knuckles at the memory of your tight little pussy wrapped so deliciously around his cock. He’d have to watch you walk around your yard in your sweet girly skirts as they grazed the top of your thighs; any higher, and you’d be flashing the neighborhood your lacy delicates.

No, you’ve made him wait far too long. This time you came to him, wrapped up in slutty pink ribbons like the little devil you were, and he was going to sink his teeth right in. He looks down at your latex panties, flicking the little zipper over your mound before taking it between his thumb and pointer fingers. He dropped to his knees and leaned in to take the side of the fabric between his teeth before pulling the zipper down to expose your dewy pink petals to the cool evening air.

You were already slick, no doubt excited by your own naughty little display. Yet, you pretended to pay him no mind as you sucked at the lolli. It only worked to make him want to tease you further as he dragged his lips along your mound until they met your sweet folds. He’s slipping his tongue through them, dipping it into your core to lap at your sweet nectar.

You tried to fight the tingling tickle of his wet muscle as it pried you open to dip deep into your quivering pink channel. You bit down on the candy as you held in a shaky gasp and tried not to squirm around beneath him.

“You think you can hold it, princess? I’ll make you cream on my face. Make these knees shake through the whole night.” He didn’t mind your resolve for now; it would be just another challenge he would easily crush.

He dragged his teeth over your sensitive bud, finally pushing a weak little whine past your lips as his tongue slid over that magic pearl to circle it with the tip.

“Bucky!” Your voice quaked as the lolli cracked under the pressure of your bite. Your body is keening and bowing, subconsciously pushing your pussy against his busy lips.

He ate you raw until the little plastic stick fell from between your lips as you struggled to swallow the sweet-sour candy mixture. Then you were his, huffing and harping out little gasps and cries, gushing out onto his tongue as he delved into your fluttering cunt. You’d nearly reached that peak when he finally pulled away, leaving you to whine at the loss.

He wiped the excess slick from his lips with the back of his hand before quickly crawling over your shaking body. He falls his hands into fists, pressing them into the cushions beside your hips and head.

“Don’t be like that. If I’m gonna make you cum, then it’s gonna be wrapped around my cock.” He nipped at your wobbly bottom lip before sliding his mouth over yours, snaking his tongue past your teeth to lap at the sour-sweet flavor within and mixing it with the taste of your sloppy cunt as it still lingered on his lips.

He pulled away from you with a messy pop, leaning up just enough to dig the button on his jeans out of its loop and dragging its zipper down. He pressed his hand into the open denim, pulling his hardened member into his fist to drag it out to press against you.

It was hard enough that it nearly curved, and you watched as he gave himself a long test pump and nearly drooled at the sight of a drop of cloudy precum pearling out at the tip before dripping onto your bare mound.

He looked up at your gawking face and chuckled as he aligned himself with the messy opening of your sweet pink pussy. Like the hard press of his knuckles into the upholstery below, his movements were harsh but slow. He breached your tender core with one long, hard, agonizing thrust. You were plenty wet after the way you had made a mess on his tongue, so he could just slide himself in until his balls pressed to your ass and the head of his cock twitched against the deepest part of your cunt.

“Ah..fuck..I missed this.” He growled down at you as he dragged his hips back, unsheathing himself from you and letting the head of his cock pull through your trembling body.

“You don’t visit me enough, doll. I swear.”

“Mm..sorry,” you could barely think as he pushed back inside, savoring the feel of you throbbing around him as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours. You can hardly hold onto where your nails had dug into the sofa as he drove himself in and out of your tight channel. Pushing little gasps out of your belly.

When he reached down to grip your knees, pushing them up near your chest and driving himself in and out of you as he did. It nearly made you choke on the building drool behind your tongue. “Ah”

The smack of his pelvis meeting your thighs echoed through the dark room as he growled out into the hair. “FuUck, y-you better not keep me waiting this long again! Ah-I fuckin mean it, princess!"

You couldn’t respond with anything other than a series of sharp squeals as he forced the air from your lungs with each thrust into you. He just continued to smash at the tightly winding spring in the pit of your belly until it twisted hard enough that it finally snapped.

You bit down on the knuckle of your finger as you gushed around his cock. Your sore pussy clamped around him as he drove the climax through every bone in your body, leaving you a shaking mess beneath him.

The deep timber of his voice rang through the air to mix with your little cries as he chased after his own end. You were so tight and perfect that it would be too much, and with some better judgment, he pulled away right as he knew he’d start to spill.

He squeezed the head of his cock in his fist as his hips spasmed above you, and his seed finally spurted out onto his palm.

You have a small disappointment whine as you watch a bit of his cum drip from his fingers. What a waste.

“Don’t pout. We got lucky last time, but we don’t want to have any accidents; now do we, Doll?”

You barely hear him, still lost in your own little afterglow, as you push yourself up and take one of his sticky fingers between your lips. You give his digit a hard suck before pulling away to flick your tongue over his palm and lap up his seed.

“Oh, shit..you like that? Just licking up my cum, you little slut?” You chuckled deeply as he ran his clean hand through your messy hair.

You give a little nod and a mumbled “mhm” before he pulls your head away by the back of your hair, making the little pink plastic horns fall from your head.

The night was far from over as he turned you into his sweet pink fuckdoll until the sun rose through the windows of his living room. Even then, he was hesitant to let you go, but when the time came, he offered you a change of clothes to cover your sullied costume. Making it a little easier to walk home in the light of day.

Now, dressed in a baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and your clunky heels, you bid him goodbye.

You say it sweetly as you lean in on your tippy toes for one last kiss, whispering, “Until next time, Mr. Barnes.”

He meets your little peck before answering with “I’ll be waiting.”