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How are our chubby and baker men doing today? Did Bucky name any deserts after us today?

Chubby Baker Bucky is celebrating today!

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

Word count: Less than 1k.

Warnings: Oral, implied overstimulation, praise kink

A/n: Written on my phone. Unbetad.

“Happy Peach Day,” Bucky says with a cheeky grin.

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gaze down past the soft planes of your belly at your boyfriend. “Pretty sure it’s International Women’s Day,” you correct, laughter apparent in your tone.

Bucky tilts his head, brows pulled together in faux confusion. His eyes darting from your face to your pussy. That’s he’s currently decorating with some special peach frosting he bought yesterday.

Seeing his name written neatly across you brings a smile to your face, it’s the fourth word he’s eaten off you today. To celebrate your day, he said while the last orgasm still pulsating across your pliant, sated body.

“There are other women? Besides my peach and pretty girl?” He says slowly and incredulously, as if you declared that the sky was falling, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. “Since when?”

Tossing the cannister on the floor, it rolls away with a sharp clatter. He shakes his head, spreading your folds with his long fingers. “Are you sure?”

This man, you think, your chest shaking with laughter. Only your chubby baker would get offended by something like that. You really should know better by now. You settle back on the bed, preparing yourself for what's about to happen.

And he doesn't let you down.

“Bucky,” you start, biting back a gasp when he flicks the tip of wet, pink tongue over your clit.

Bucky slides a hand under your ass, easily lifting you closer to his face, setting one leg over his shoulder.

“Can you believe her? Trying to say its not your day. ” He whispers to your pulsating pussy, swiping his thumb through your glistening arousal. “Peach, I'm sorry but that can’t be right. No. We only celebrate you in this house.” He pops his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling back, lips parting, an unabashed fuck you taste good unfurling on his tongue.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, murmuring, “I think your pretty pussy agrees with me and you know I have to do what she wants.”

It’s salacious and painfully erotic, the way he’s staring at you, the need to have you on written across his expressive face. He craves you more than anything in this world. Heat blooms in your pussy, unleashing another wave of his slick.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, swallowing thickly. His keen eyes watch your pussy drip for him. “That’s it peach, give it to me, I want every drop, you’re so pretty, I can’t stand it.”

You can’t think when he praises you, not when his pupils dilate until only a thin rim of his gorgeous blues remains in his lust-filled eyes, not when he buries his face between your thighs like he can’t resist being away from you for another second.

A moan, breathy and needy and broken, resounds in your throat. “God yes,” you grunt, grabbing his hair in your fist. “Right there Bucky.”

He places a wet, deep open-mouthed kiss on your clit, pleasure spikes through your body, the fiery sultry sensations sweep up your spine, making your back arch off the bed. “S’good, oh that’s s’good,” you chant, spurring him on.

His tongue circles your throbbing bud, his moans and sighs vibrating through you with every pull and drag on his mouth, his fingers flex and dig into your ass, keeping you flush against him while he inhales you.

Harsh gasps spill from your lips, you yank his head, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or bring him closer. The onslaught of sensations causes your thighs to lock around his head.

Your orgasm takes you off guard, you don’t have time to cry out his name, your mouth falling open on a wordless keen, body convulsing in his grip. Sensation after sensation snaps through you until you’re gushing on his bearded face.

Bucky gently places you back on the bed, his hands slide around your inner thighs, spreading them. “Like I said,” he starts, nipping your skin.

Your head lolls to the side, feeling too dazed to lift it off the bed. A whimper crawls up your throat when you see his drenched beard, his tongue sweeping across his pink lips.

“Happy Peach day." Bucky meets your glossy eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “And I plan on celebrating for the rest of the day.”

You giggle breathlessly, knowing that means more orgasms followed by massages, bathes and him making you dinner.

“And since it’s your day, you tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body and I’ll do it.” His hungry, lust-filled gaze drifts back to your pussy.

“Or you can just lay there and let me worship you.”