KINKTOBER ‘25, DAY 2: PATRONIZING. DUMBIFICATION.
PAIRING: bucky barnes x female! reader
SUMMARY: you hate being patronized. you hate feeling dumb, and you especially hate it when a man does it… but when bucky does it balls deep inside you? you can’t help but love it… and bucky loves to suit your needs.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, rough sex, big dick! bucky barnes, dominant! bucky barnes, patronizing behavior, overstimulation, filthy talk, bucky is sort of mean in this one, submissive! reader, hair pulling (bucky! receiving), dumbification.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have literally never written bucky but fuckkkkk, I’d let bucky patronize me, like he’s hot asf, patronize me all you want!!! he’s so hot—
you hate being patronized.
just everything about it, from the condescending tone of people’s voices when they did it (mainly men), the attitude of thinking they knew better than you, the possibility of their hand doing the stupid press on your lower back— treating you lesser than what you actually were.
you hated it. you loathed it.
however… when bucky patronized you? it didn’t seem so bad.
you tried to tell yourself it was because he was your boyfriend, but past boyfriends have done the same thing and you were still disgusted. why now? what caused the switch? was it because when bucky patronized you, it wasn’t out of some misogynistic way of saying ‘you can’t handle it’? was it because he’s hotter than any of your former boy-toy’s so when he says it, different sensations begin to happen? you have no clue… but you hated that you liked it so much, hated that a man being patronizing to you could seem so hot.
yet, here you are, on the bed with your legs spread on top of his shoulders, heels dug into his back as he held your hips. you were so far gone at this point, your pussy coated with his cum mixed with your cum, sweat dripped down your chest as your eyes remained pivoted to the roof. you felt euphoric in a way, your mind mush as bucky lines up his cock again.
his metal fingers squeezing your calf as he lines himself up. “look at her…” he whispers, his voice low. his eyes aren’t on your face but rather your pussy. “clenching around nothin’...” and when he slides in again, slicker than ever because your walls are far too fucked out to do anything? “fucked you so well, your pussy can’t handle being ‘round me…”
“b-bucky…!” you moan out, voice horse and your hands fisting the air as you feel him slide into you. he’s so thick it’s unfair, and the cool metal of his fingers on your thigh, it’s too good.
he clicks his tongue, shaking his head with a smile on his face. “shhhh, baby, don’t worry your pretty head, nothin’ to be ashamed of with this poor pussy.”
you whimper, feeling his balls hit your sensitive clit as he gets all the way in. “d-don’t…”
“don’t what, doll?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow as he lets his cock sit within you, your pussy given a little bit of breathing room. “don’t fuck you again? don’t call you ‘baby’? c’mon, you have to use your big girl words to tell me.”
oh hell. the phrase— condescending as all hell, slammed through you like one of zeus’ lightning bolts, it’s filthy and patronizing, but it sounds damn good on his lips. you don’t mean to, but bucky catches it right away. ‘big girl words’, that’s some shit a father would say or a doctor would say to a patient… it shouldn’t be so hot when bucky says it when he’s balls deep into your pussy and his tip is making out with your cervix— but with the way your pussy clenches around him when he says it, he has a sneaking suspicion that he finally caught on.
bucky tilts his head, a fake pout on his face as the corners of said pout was aiming to become a smirk the moment he gave up. “I felt that… that poor cunt… seems like you liked that, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
you tried to deny it, with a head shake that seemed more frantic than truthful. your fingers dug into the pillow above you, eyebrows furrowed and your pussy far too overwhelmed to be so turned on-- but you were and you hated it. “b-bucky…”
but bucky didn’t let up, of course the bastard didn’t.
he shifted his hips, angling them in such a way to directly kiss the spot that made you whimper, broken gasps fell from your lips as he felt your legs tremble on his shoulders. he has you right in the palm of his hands and he couldn't be more happy. “aw c’mon, you’re a smart girl, you can do better than that.” he ‘encourages’ but the slickness, the husk and the tone of his voice is anything but.
to give yourself credit; you tried, oh you really tried. but four rounds of complete and utter overstimulation, each round his eight inches somehow got better and better, each orgasm hitting you like a fucking freight train, how you couldn’t take another round but your body wanted it anyway… your mouth was destined to not work for a good while. “too- too full… t-too much, buc- bucky.”
his smirk grew as he put your legs down- even that caused you to whimper, and bent down. both of his hands were on your sides, squeezing gently at your skin as he pressed a kiss onto your cheek, his breath cold. “that’s not big words now is it?” he asks, looking down at you with eyes that were full of lust. “tell me what you need, sweetheart, tell me, or i’ll just keep you here, dumb because of my cock and wait until you get it through your pretty head how to talk.”
he leans down, pressing kisses onto your jaw as his hips didn’t thrust but they didn’t stay still either, they shifted a little upwards, grinding against your cunt-- which felt too fucking good. you’re close to tears, face flushed with pleasure as you finally whimper his name. “h-harder, bucky… p-please! o-one more! t-that’s it… ‘no more…”
bucky looks up at you after your words spilled out— its three parts broken, three parts sobbed, and three parts frustrated, and it definitely wouldn’t count as a full sentence… but he couldn’t tease you for much longer, especially with how pretty you look when you cry…
especially with his balls tightening and how your pussy squeezed.
his cock pulled back, then instantly slammed deeper, feeling your chest press against his chest as your back arched. he kisses your jaw before pulling his head back to get a good look at your face. “that’s it… good girl, that’s all I wanted… all I wanted to hear.”
your eyes roll back as his pace quickens way too fast, but it feels too damn good to stop. your hands fly up, instantly locking to his hair as your moans fill the room again besides the sounds of his cock meeting your sobbing, messy pussy. your fingers tug at his hair as you found yourself far too close than you should be, but by god, overstimulation is one hell of a drug.
bucky is unrelenting, never letting up as each stroke is purposeful, pulling out more and more to go deeper, drawing you further into overstimulation and out of control. his words lose meaning in your ear as they rang with pleasure, each kiss of his tip on your cervix feels too good. sweat sticks to you like glue, limbs sore as his sheer size and strength wrecks you.
“b-bucky! go-gonna cum fuckfuckfuckkkkk!” you moan out, and he didn’t even try to stop you as you came apart under him for the fifth time, mouth agape, vision whitened and limbs completely worn out.
his thrusts don’t stop, fucking you through your overstimulation as he takes your right hand out of his hair, putting it up to his lips and kissing each one of your knuckles. “there you go, baby, no need to worry ‘bout anything.”
and when he says it? you don’t do anything about it, because the only man who’s allowed to patronize you, is your man.
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day two doneeeee. I luv writing him, I can make him mean and loving at the same time + he’s super super sexy and I want to bite into his cock—
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