i blame my friend for putting this image in my head buttttt
sub!beefy!bucky getting pegging and he's a total wreck. all desperate n needy, just begging and sobbing. and reader's like vv smol compared to him n the height diff is making my head a lil fuzzy shfjsgfkjs-
- duck anon
This is gonna be the most self indulgent blurb I’ve ever written but since we’re talking about pegging, I fucking love being called daddy. Like I’m 5’5 so the thought of a man who’s almost a foot taller than me crying for my cock and calling me daddy? My pussy is going WILD
Bc imagine that huge big broad man on his hands and knees, desperately fucking himself back on your cock.
“Does that feel good, baby? You like the feeling of my dick inside you?” You coo softly, holding your hips still and letting him bury your strap as deep inside him as it can go.
“F-feels so good. So perfect. A-ah, hits just right.” His voice is a little strained but the change is hardly noticeable up until you grip his hair in your fist, tugging on it and pressing your hips flush with his ass. The whine that pours from his mouth is delicious, his breath shakey and ragged.
“You look perfect like this, sweetheart. Don’t even need to touch your cock, bet you could cum just from feeling stuffed full of mine.” Feeling you take control has him slipping into his subby mindset. Your frame is so much smaller than his but you have him feeling tiny. He’s putty in your hands as you thrust in and out of him, faster than he could’ve achieved on his own.
“F-fuck. Fuck daddy, that’s perfect, right there, oh my god.” Bucky is totally gone, sniffling though the tears that are rolling down his flushed cheeks. His voice is so low and rumbly, pleasure taking over as you pound him just right. He’s letting you do as you please, holding still so you can keep nailing him right where he wants you. No one could fuck him like this. Half the pleasure comes from the vulnerability and he couldn’t be like this with anyone else. He’s never called you ‘Daddy’ before and God, it sounds so pretty rolling off his tongue.
“Are you gonna be daddy’s little slut? You gonna cum on daddy’s cock? You gonna make a mess of these sheets babyboy? Give Daddy your cum, Buck, come on.” If your voice didn’t send him over the edge, the light scratch of your fingernails over his scalp would’ve. He cums with a sob, pearly cum shooting from his untouched cock onto the bedsheet beneath him while you coo little soft praises. You fuck him the whole way through his orgasm, the aftershocks making him clench around your strap in a way that leaves him whimpering.
And afterwards, he’s done for, hardly able to speak as he flops onto the bed, melting into your waiting arms and basking in your gentle praises
