dbf!bucky x young fem!reader
cw : smoking, age gap, teasing, daddy kink, pet names, perv!bucky, slight soft dom/sub dynamics, face slapping, finger sucking, slight corruption kink, hairy!bucky (yum), size kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), degradation, spit kink, slight dacryaphilia, boot riding, hair pulling, face fucking but not really idk, sent kink, cum eating, aftercare ofc, panty stealing bc this old man is a pervert!!
a/n : i'm not too sure how I feel about this one; it took way longer than i expected so i apologize! i hope you guys enjoy it <3 🍮
Bucky and your father became close friends after you two moved in right next to him after starting your second year of college. Bucky was an extremely attractive older man with long brown hair that fell at the side of his face when he was working with your father, biceps that looked like they could crush you, and well-kept short facial hair that made you weak to your knees. How could he not catch your attention?
It was a normal day; your father and Bucky were working outside for most of the day, finally coming inside to rest. They decided to sit on the couch and turn on the TV; usually, they ordered food and sat back to catch up. Your father occasionally lights up a joint to relax, and today was one of those days, taking a puff and passing it to Bucky.
You sit next to your father, eyeing both him and Bucky as they smoke. You’ve always been curious as to how it felt to smoke, especially after sneaking glances at Bucky as his lips wrap around the joint. “Yes, sweetheart,” your father calls out to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. He notices how you're staring the two down curiously.
“Can I try, Daddy?” You ask your father; he's slightly hesitant, but you're old enough and under his and his best friend's supervision, so he decides to loosen up a bit. Little did he know his best friend wasn't the most trustworthy person to have around you.
Passing the joint to you, you wrap your lips around the joint, taking a small puff and inhaling, then exhaling with a cough. "Easy there, kid," Bucky says as he watches you intently as you hold the joint to your lips, taking another hit.
"Daddy,” Bucky kept hearing your voice repeat in his head, his cock pulsating tightly against his jeans. What a perv, he thought to himself, getting hard after hearing his best friend's daughter call out to her father.
It wasn't a term of endearment you used often towards your father, but whenever Bucky was around, you used it quite often. Noticing how the first time you said it in front of Bucky, his eyes widened, inhaling the liquid of his drink, causing him to cough, he blamed it on drinking too quickly, but you knew that wasn't true.
Bucky felt dirty for thinking of his best friend's daughter in this way, but you didn't make it easy for him. He noticed how your outfits seemed to get shorter whenever he was around, and he saw how you'd glance at him when he was helping your father outside, though you never noticed that he was catching on to you.
"Bucky," you softly nudge his shoulder, passing the joint to him, which pulls him out of his thoughts. "Thanks, kiddo," he says softly, his fingers lightly caressing your thumb and pointer finger as he takes the joint in his fingers.
Your face heats up, but the knocking at the door catches everyone's attention. Remembering your father ordered food, you walk up to the door, grabbing the food and taking it to the table. Your father and Bucky finish up the joint and join you at the table.
Bucky takes a seat across from you, and this gives you an idea. The high gives you a weird confidence to do something you'd never imagine doing. Once everyone serves themselves, you lift your foot and lightly caress the side of Bucky's jean-clad leg; his eyes widen, and he chokes on the piece of pizza he just took a bite of.
"Are you alright, Buck?" Your father says with a look of concern," "Yeah, the pizza's hot." "Careful, kid; you don't want to burn yourself." "He's right, sweetheart," your father says, oblivious as to what was really happening under the table.
As you all finish up eating, you and Bucky exchange looks; yours is more curious while his is menacing; his ocean blue eyes are darker than usual. Standing up with a grin on his face, your father has the best idea, one that may actually benefit you.
"I feel like having ice cream," your father says now, walking towards the front door. "I'm going to walk to the grocery store; text me what you two want." Your father goes to open the door, and before he shuts it, he looks at Bucky. "Take care of her." Bucky nods. "Of course."
Once your father shuts the door, you walk over to the living room, slumping your body on the couch. Bucky then walks over to the other side of the couch, taking a seat with his legs slightly open and his head plush against the couch, his eyes staring right at you.
Like this, Bucky is now able to finally get a good look at you, his best friend's daughter, which made him feel gross, but how could he not give in to a pretty little thing like you? His eyes trailed your body, gazing at your soft, plush skin and the tight clothes you always wore around him so enticing, he thought.
You were wearing your favorite baby pink tank top that had an open back and a brown bow at the front; you paired that with your shortest brown mini skirt and some pink thigh-highs with lace that adorned your plush thighs.
Dressing like this made you feel like a princess, but along with that, you also always got compliments from Bucky, which you always looked forward to. Today you decided to not wear a bra, which you did from time to time, and whenever you did, you caught Bucky's eyes lingering a minute too long on your chest.
Feeling deeply relaxed on the couch, you hadn't caught Bucky's lingering eyes on your body, but as he was eyeing you down, his cock twitched in his jeans when he caught sight of your perky nipples poking through your tank top.
"You cold, sweetheart?" Bucky's voice startled you a bit; eyes now open, you realize that you've been slightly shivering, but most embarrassingly, you finally caught sight of your nipples poking right through your top.
Your cheeks heat up, hoping Bucky didn't catch it, but you spoke too soon. "Better cover up, kid," Bucky chuckles to himself as he catches sight of your red cheeks. "What a perv," you mumble as you go to grab the nearest blanket on the couch.
"What was that, kid?" Bucky says with his left eyebrow cocked up in surprise. "Oh, I didn't say anything." Petrified, you try to keep yourself busy in the moment now, adjusting your blanket to get comfy on the couch, hoping this moment would end quickly.
"But you like it, right?" he chuckles again. Your body freezes up. "Don't act so clueless, sweetheart. The thing you pulled at the dinner table with your father right next to you, those tiny fucking outfits you wear when I'm over—I'm not as clueless as you are."
Bucky knows he's wrong for doing this, but you're so enticing he just wants to sink his teeth into you. No matter the price for his actions, he is willing to pay every consequence if he can get a single taste from you, and with the way you act, it doesn't make it any easier for him to keep his desires hidden from you any longer.
“Come on, sweetheart, pull down the blanket,” he says teasingly. “You don’t have to act so shy now, y'know your father’s gone, and after the little stunt you pulled today, I must put you into your place."
"So come on now, take that blanket off, get on your knees, and crawl over to me," he says, patting his jean-clad thigh. Looking into his eyes, they seemed darker; you could see the hunger in his eyes.
Grabbing the blanket, you pull it off slowly, then you sit up straight; your shorts have ridden up your thighs a bit, but you ignore it and slowly lower your body till you're on your knees; you bend over, and you put your hands on the floor.
You start crawling towards Bucky, eye level with his legs; as you get closer, he spreads his legs open, now face-to-face with his muscular thighs. You lay your head on one of his thighs, looking right up at him with your doe eyes.
"Tha's it, my pretty girl," he says sweetly; taking his hand, he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. Your eyes start to stray to his crotch, finally noticing his bulge that had been straining tightly against his jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Eyes up here," he snaps with his other hand to get your attention, lifting your chin up so your eyes meet his. Your eyes are glistening beautifully, so full of innocence, which drew Bucky in like a moth to a flame.
Kneeling down, you bring your hands to his jean-clad legs, slowly rubbing up and down, watching his lust-filled eyes peering down at you, causing a wet patch to grow between your legs. You squeeze your legs tightly together for some relief, but it's not enough; you crave more.
"Come on, baby girl, open up." Bucky's hand comes up to your dazed face and playfully slaps your cheek twice. Your eyes lazily gaze back to his as he sticks his thumb into your mouth, forcing it open. He presses the tip of his finger onto the soft, wet pad of your tongue.
Wrapping your lips around his thumb, you begin sucking on it, twirling your tongue around the tip of his finger and pulling it out of your mouth with a pop, your doe eyes peering up at Bucky for approval.
You had no idea your plan to just fuck around with Bucky would have led you to this, but you certainly didn't mind; it's almost as if Bucky had you under a trance. Following his every word like an order you had to obey in order to please him.
"Atta girl," Bucky says, cupping your face and rubbing your cheek with his spit-covered finger, leaving a shiny trail behind. Bucky adores the hazy look in your eyes; it makes him forget how terrible he should feel for corrupting his best friend's little girl.
You sneak your hands towards Bucky's bulge, lightly palming him through his jeans. His breath begins hitching as you increase the speed at which your palm is moving up and down his painfully hard cock. Stopping abruptly, you reach towards the button of his jeans, fumbling with it, trying to release him from his jeans.
"Easy there, I got it." Bucky goes to unbutton his jeans, and he could see the pure excitement in your eyes begging to see his cock up close. Hands still on his thighs, you reach to the band of his boxers, pulling them down; your eyes grow wide as you're greeted by his happy trail, making him chuckle.
As you pull down further, his cock springs free, slapping his lower stomach. The base of his girthy cock is adorned by curly hair; eyes trailing up, you notice the veins that lead to his weeping tip. Your mouth drools at the sight of his angry red tip leaking with pre-cum; you'd swear his cock is the prettiest you've ever seen.
Opening your mouth with your tongue out, you grab his cock, slapping it against your tongue. His pre-cum gets on your lip, so your tongue goes to collect the sweet and salty liquid. The taste on your tongue has you in pure bliss, panties dripping wet from the taste alone.
Quickly, you lick a strip from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a quick peck on his tip. Looking up at Bucky, you give him the sweetest smile, but he can't ignore the pre-cum that's now covering your lips, which you're clueless about.
Your eyes go back to his cock, now wrapping your hands around the base as you bring your mouth back to his tip, giving it kitten licks and watching as his cock twitches in desperate need of something tighter like your throat. "Needy slut," Bucky says, giving your cheek a slap this time; it's hard enough to leave a sting, but it has you bucking your hips in desperate need of relief between your thighs.
You swirl your tongue around his weeping tip as you move your hands up and down the rest of his cock. Bucky was staring in awe at your small, soft, and delicate hands wrapped around his cock; it drove him insane. Having a pretty young thing engrossed with him made him feel like the luckiest man ever.
Ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he knew this wouldn't end well. As time went by, Bucky started to catch on to some things, one being your lingering glances at him when he would help your father outside. He had actually caught you on multiple occasions, but you played it off as being curious about his and your father's work.
What really hit the nail on the head was when he caught on to your excessive use of the word "daddy" when he was around. "Daddy, can you pass me a piece of bread, please?" With the sweetest smile you could muster up, you looked towards your father, but of course Bucky was right next to him, making his jeans tighten; Bucky knew it was a common term of endearment, but he couldn't help but think that you were doing this shit on purpose to rile him up.
"Fuckin' filthy cock slut," he groans, throwing his head back as yours starts to go further down his girthy cock, fitting it all in your throat. You could feel how his sensitive cock was pulsating at the feeling of your tight throat. The feeling of your warm throat taking his cock had him teetering over the edge; he was in pure bliss.
Looking back down at you, he couldn't miss a second of this, watching as you stuffed his cock down your throat, your lips sealed tightly around his cock, spit everywhere, mascara running down your face, but you looked beautiful. He had to engrain this very moment in his mind because there's no way this is going to happen ever again, or at least that's what he thought. You certainly wouldn't mind this continuing in secret; surely everyone has their secrets, so you're allowed to have your own.
As Bucky is admiring you, he seems to have noticed you bucking your hips; the sight of this almost made him snap. You feel Bucky's cock twitching; you were certain he was about to cum, but he didn't. As you continued, you felt something sneak between your legs, finally giving you that relief you desperately craved. You began rocking your hips on this object; soft moans fell from your lips.
Bucky had placed his work boot right between your thighs at an angle, giving you that pressure you desperately needed. Rocking your hips, you find a steady pace on the smooth surface of his leather boot, the wet patch on your panties leaving a trail of arousal on his boot.
Choked moans come out of your mouth as you continue to work up and down Bucky's cock. Bucky was watching in awe as your lips went from his tip and slammed down his length, making your nose brush up against the hair that adorned his lower stomach.
"Fuck, sweetheart." Bucky's breath hitched; he is entranced by your every movement. He knows he's about to snap once the pulsating of his cock gets quicker and his balls tighten up, begging for release.
Bucky grabs a fistful of your hair and slams your head down on his cock, keeping you still at the hilt. You could feel his hair around your lips and nose while he kept you pressed tightly against him; the scent of his musk and sweat from working hard all morning had the pace of your hips quickening as you began to feel something in your lower stomach about to snap.
"C-cumming," Bucky groans; the feeling of his warm cum shooting down your throat has that feeling in your lower stomach snap your throat so full of him, making you whine. The taste of his cum has your hips stuttering; your moans are muffled by his girthy cock, but he could feel the hums that came out around his length bouncing his boot so you could ride out your high.
The grip Bucky had on your hair was gone as he took a moment to catch his breath; he hadn't cum like that in years. Bucky's chest was heaving; almost breathless, he would've never thought a sweet thing like you would have all that in you. You were so obedient, but you still had your ways to slip through his demands and make him feel things he's never felt before.
Tapping on his jean-clad leg to get his attention, you look up at him through your lashes, letting go of his cock with a loud pop. Your cheeks are tear-stained, your lips are plump, and saliva is running down your chin. "Open up and let me see." Bucky taps on your cheek; sticking your tongue out, he sees that you swallowed every drop. "Thank you, sir," you giggle with a shy smile.
After he fixed his clothing, he got up off the couch, extending his arms out to you, who was still kneeling on the floor exhausted. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up before your father comes back; we cannot have him see you like this." Bucky grabs you in his arms, pulling you close to his chest; your legs wrap around his waist and your arms drape over his toned back as you relax into his chest.
Bucky carries you over to your room; pushing the door open, he walks in, places you on the edge of your bed, and gets on one knee. "One second," he grabs your foot, placing it on his thigh; grabbing the lace of your thigh-high, he pulls it off, then the other. "Feel better, doll?" he questions, rubbing at the red marks the lace had left from digging into your skin.
"I'm alright," you giggle. "Mm, what's so funny, sweetheart?" Bucky looks at you with a raised brow. "Well, weren't you just calling me a cock slut and slapping me silly? Now you're all worried about a common wardrobe malfunction most people have," you chuckled as Bucky continued to stare you down.
"Alright," he huffs, continuing to get you ready for bed, hands reaching under your skirt to the hem of your panties, pulling them down. "Doll, you left these soaked," he chuckled, bringing them to his face; he could see where your arousal had darkened your pink panties.
Your scent had him entranced; bringing them closer, he licked the damp fabric and let out a groan, "So sweet, but for now I'll just keep these." He gives you a soft wink, pocketing your panties for later use because he won't always have access to you, at least whenever your father's around.
Going to your dresser, he finds you a pair of lacy red panties, a baggy pajama tee, and some fluffy socks. Bringing it all to your bed, he kneels again, sliding your panties on and pulling your socks on. Finally removing your skirt and pulling up your shirt, he quickly pulls your pajama shirt over your head, which engulfs your entire body.
Exhausted, you fall back, giggling quietly to yourself; you couldn't believe this was actually happening. All those years you've been quietly observing him from afar, and now he was in your room getting you to bed after having you make a mess under him.
"Gotta get you to bed, sweetheart. Now, lie down and close those pretty eyes for me, yeah?" Bucky taps on your leg, bringing your attention back to him. You push yourself farther onto your bed, lying on your side; your hair falls over the side of your face.
Bucky's eyes soften at your sleepy face; your eyes barely open, he takes your blanket, pulling it over your body. "Night night, James," you say with a soft smile. "Goodnight, my pretty girl." Bucky leans over, pushing your hair behind your ear, giving you a peck on your cheek.
After pulling away, he stands there for a bit, watching your skin glisten under the moonlight that had seeped in through your window. Your hair, so silky smooth, splayed over your pillow. He wishes he could get in with you; he'd wrap his arms tightly against you as you snuggle into his arms, watching as you fall into deep sleep.
There were loud knocks on the door that had pulled Bucky out of his thoughts; you were fast asleep, so he headed down to the front door. Opening it to your father, of course, "Hey buck, I got the stuff," your father says with a grin, heading over to the counter with two grocery bags filled with random flavors of ice cream. "I didn't get any text, so I must've gone a little too overboard," he says with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
Your father looks around confused, looking for you. "Oh, she had fallen asleep on the couch earlier, so I carried her to her room. That must've been too much for her first time smoking because she knocked out once she sat on the couch," Bucky chuckles, the lie coming out so dangerously natural. "Thanks, Buck, I can always count on you," your father says with a grin, slinging his arm around Bucky's shoulder.
"Now let's get into these," your father says, taking the ice creams out of the grocery bags. Eagerly, he goes into the cabinet, pulling out bowls for Bucky and himself and setting them on the counter. Each of them takes a bowl and picks a flavor, scooping it into their bowls. Putting everything away, they take their bowls to the living room and put on a movie to end the night.
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