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and you did it again love 😩😩💖
She doesn't even get the chance to make up a lie before Bucky's tongue is on her forefinger, licking from base to tip. He closes his lips around the smaller finger and moans, making her swallow again when his tongue swirls around the digit, cleaning it up.
“You gotta be quiet then, bonbon.” Bucky winks before sinking to his knees between her open legs, “because I'm about to eat this pussy like it's my last meal.”
may i just say that i totally loove the combination of fluffy and sweet plus the hotness, the sexual tension this made me feel, oh my god you never disappoint. ilysm with all my heart, this was immaculate as always 💖
I was just imagining daddy!Bucky baking with little!reader. he has to go out of the kitchen for something, and he explicitly tells her not to touch the batter. But when he comes back he sees his giggly and mischievous little baby covered in it😋😋
Like, "even I don kno how dat happen dada"🥺🤭
Pairing: Chubby!Pâtissièr!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader
Word count: 665
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, finger licking, mentions of oral (f receiving). +18 content.
A/N: i blame my period.
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no licking
“You don't?” Bucky raises a playful eyebrow and she shakes her head, shrugging innocently.
She's sitting in her spot on top of the cool counter, acting oblivious to how the bowl magically moved closer to her and how some of its contents was dripping down her apron.
Bucky has left the kitchen to tend to a matter at the counter and left his girl with the cupcakes, resting batter, and one rule: don’t lick the dough; the eggs in there are raw. It even rhymed and everything.
“So you didn't touch the batter we were supposed to pour into molds and bake in the oven, bonbon? Maybe swiped your finger in there once or twice?” He bites back a smile as his thumb wipes the corner of her mouth, the sticky vanilla batter coating it.
His cock stands in attention at the image of her lips covered in his cum instead.
“I don' know how dat got here,” she says, her shoulders going up again and Bucky can barely hold his laugh back.
“So you didn't dip any fingers in the batter?”
She shakes her head, giggling cutely as she hides her hands behind her back. She knows Bucky is kinder than to ever punish her. She knows she is going to get away with it because he loves her too much.
“But your apron was clean when I left, bonbon,” Bucky points out, slipping his thumb between his lips, nearly groaning at the taste of his own work.
He doesn't miss the way her eyes follow the finger or the way she swallows when it makes its way inside his mouth.
“I don' know how dat got here either,” she lies, her voice low and her eyes breaking eye contact to watch her now sticky apron and her dangling feet instead.
Bucky chuckles, stepping closer until his tummy is pressing to her knees, big hands caging her in between himself and the counter.
She loves when he does that. It makes her feel even littler, the way Bucky looms over her. She automatically parts her legs so he can stand between them and her breath hitches when Bucky leans forward.
“So if I were to hold your hand right now, I'd find it clean?” He whispers, a teasing smile playing on his pink lips as his nose caresses hers.
She nods, unable to register his words or moves, her gaze fixed on his handsome face. She's lying and Bucky knows, but he isn't upset about it. If anything, it flatters him every time she can't contain herself around his sweets.
Bucky easily slides her arms from behind her back before opening her right palm and taking a sniff, “smells like vanilla to me, bonbon.”
She doesn't even get the chance to make up a lie before Bucky's tongue is on her forefinger, licking from base to tip. He closes his lips around the smaller finger and moans, making her swallow again when his tongue swirls around the digit, cleaning it up.
Her heartbeats are faster and her other hand slides up Bucky's full belly, resting on his chest, “Dada.”
The word is but an angelically soft whimper to the chef's ears and he doesn't allow her any more, letting her finger go and slotting his mouth over hers.
Bucky takes his time kissing her, his tongue lazily stroking hers and he can't get enough of her taste. His big hands start feeling up her thighs, slipping underneath her dress to touch her over her panties.
“Dada,” she mewls when Bucky's lips kiss along her jaw.
“You snuck a taste of my batter, bonbon; now I want a taste of you,” Bucky tells her, lifting her waist up swiftly to get her panties out of the way.
“Daddy,” she breathes, “we- we're in the shop.”
“You gotta be quiet then, bonbon.” Bucky winks before sinking to his knees between her open legs, “because I'm about to eat this pussy like it's my last meal.”
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