Bucky Barnes Imagine

18. tiny cockwarming beefy while he's working [tiny and beefy series]

She had been aching. All day today, and current at night. She had tried to relieve it by herself, she really did, she won't tell Bucky that unless he asked but either way, nothing helped.

She had her pillow between her legs, hips gyrating in pure need. She only whined and whimpered more when it wasn't enough. Nothing was. Not even the toys she kept.

She knew Bucky was home. He made sure to greet her while she had taken a nap in their room, his kiss was something even in deep slumber she could not forget. But she also knew that he was working.

She arched a brow, an idea popping into her head that hopefully with enough pouting she could get it. She giggled to herself before jumping off the bed, and padding her way to Bucky's office.

It's silent. He's probably working hard, she thought. And there was some sense in her, guilt, that made her almost retreat. But when she saw him leaning back agaisnt his chair with a frustrated groaning leaning his lips, the ache returned.

She made his way over to him, her steps careful and her eyes wide as she stopped in front of him. He was on the phone, but his gaze found her and he raised a brow.

"I'll call you back." His phone clattered against the desk and he rubbed his face before turning to her. "What's wrong, princess?"

She rocked on the heels of her feet. "Daddy, I need help."

Concern rushed over Bucky's body and he snaked an arm around her small waist, pulling her close between his parted legs. He frowned as he ran his knuckles against his cheek. "What does my baby need help with?"

"I'm tingling." Tiny wiggled in his hold while thighs clenched. A soft, but palpable whimper came from her. "I've been hurting all day."

"Yeah? And did you touch yourself?"

She gave him a nod. Her eyes widening. "But I didn't finish! I only touched because it hurts so much."

She felt him touch her stomach, a soft cares as he traced little circles against the skin where her cropped shirt rode up and gave him a view of her undies. "And you came here... bevause?"

"Because I need help."

He gave her a tsk but pulled her closer regardless of her stubbornness. "You know how busy I am, baby."

"I know."

He sighed but regardless, he pulled himself free. The ties of his sweatpants undone and Tiny can't help but giggle at the sight of him. He squeezes the back of her thighs and within seconds, she's quiet.

There's a silence that lingers in the air and it tells her what she needs to do. She doesn't hesitate to follow those unspoken instructions and within moments, she straddles him. She whimpers her name and tightens her hold on his shirt, he fills her like that.

"Oh."

He smiles at the way she lets a shaky sigh, her body shivering with pleasure, her hips bring against him unwarned. His brows furrow and he stops her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her eyes shot wide and her head drew up. "But daddy, I thought you said-"

"I didn't say anything, hun." He shook his head.

Well, to be fair, he really didn't, she just sort of invited herself without question and he didnt seem to be alarmed by it.

Tiny frowned. "But, I'm aching. Look!" She pointed at where they were connecting, swallowing him whole she groans when she grips him tight.

However relentless she was, he wasn't going to give in. He really did have a lot of work to do, but that didn't mean he couldn't play with his little girl. He guess he just has to multitask.

With a thumb over the course of her bottom lip, he smiled. "I guess you just have to wait till I'm done."