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buckybabieboy · 9 months

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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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hyunjin-mylove · 2 months

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Late night birthday confessions

It's way past midnight and you've almost accepted the mess in the dorm kitchen isn't ever going to cook itself into a birthday cake. You're sat on a stray barstool next to the counter, your cheek resting on your hand, as you take in the sight. There are dirty dishes piled in the sink and flour covering the counters, the floor, and you from where you accidentally dropped the container. The last straw for your late night patience lays directly in front of you. You had accidentally turned the electric mixer too high, too soon and half of the ingredients from the bowl are now scattered around the counter.

You had the brief idea of possibly calling Minho or Felix to help, but you knew they were tied up with the same practice schedule that your Hyunjinnie currently was. Chan was home right now - he was the one who let you in to the boys' dorm - but he had looked exhausted when you last saw him. That was a couple hours ago and you haven't heard from him since, presumably catching up on some much needed sleep while Han and Changbin work in the studio, and who were you to interrupt the insomniac.

All you had wanted to do was bake a surprise birthday cake for Hyunjin and enjoy a few hours together before he had more schedules in the morning and you had work. At this point in the night, he should be home soon and the only thing to show for the hours you spent planning is a messy kitchen and decorations haphazardly placed around the dorm.

The late hour and the adrenaline fading away from the intense upset has your eyes falling shut in exhaustion and you don't even realize you've fallen asleep until you're awoken by someone gently nudging you.

You open your eyes to see the kitchen cleaned up and all of the dishes and ingredients set up, ready for another attempt at baking. You shoot up from the stool when you realize it's Hyunjin who was trying to wake you. Your sudden movements have you and the stool tipping backwards and you would have ended up sprawled on the floor if he weren't right there to catch you. The stool still hits the floor and you both wince at the wood meeting tile, worried about waking Chan from his much needed rest.

Deeming Chan still asleep after a beat, Hyunjin meets your eyes. You look up at him, still wrapped in his arms, and watch his eyes crinkle into a smile.

"Hey baby." His face is so close you can feel his breath on your own as he speaks. "Are you okay?" The pinch in his brow makes his concern known.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." You can barely get the whisper out, still entranced by his eyes.

He turns slightly to look at all the ingredients laid out on the counter and squeezes you closer as he asks, "now what was my angel doing before she fell asleep on the counter, hm?"

Your eyes widen, remembering the mess you left in the kitchen. "Please tell me you didn't come home just to end up cleaning! I was going to take care of it," you insist, struggling out of his arms to get a good look at the cleaned kitchen.

His giggle comes in reply. "No, I didn't clean, don't worry about it." He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheek before turning back to the ingredients. "Lee Know hyung and Yongbok were going to come have a late night snack, but we found you here instead and they decided to help out before leaving us for the night."

It's then that you're hit with the painful awareness of the drying drool on your cheek and you quickly wipe it away, your cheeks burning at the thought of all three of them watching you drool in your sleep. He looks amused, but still quirks an eyebrow, silently reminding you of the question you left unanswered. You sigh in defeat and walk back into him, your face buried in his chest.

"I was trying to bake you a surprise birthday cake since I won't be able to see you much tomorrow-"

"You mean today?" You can hear his teasing grin and groan.

"Yeah, whatever day it is at this point." You sulk even further into his chest as he brings his arms up around you once more. "I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday, but everything kept messing up. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise."

Hyunjin's hand rubs up and down your back once, twice, before reassuring, "it's okay. Now it just means we get to bake together. Surely two people together can surpass one alone."

It's difficult to decide whether his proclamation was true or not when, an hour later, the cake is on the counter cooling, but there is an even bigger mess than before after Hyunjin started a flour fight. You had started to clean up, but he pulled you to the floor to join him in between his legs.

You're now sat with your back against his chest, his legs caging you in. His heart beats against your ribcage, blending with your own steady heart. His arms find their way around you and pulls you even closer to him. Subconsciously, your hands meet his to start playing with his fingers.

Flour still covers the counters and the floor and both of you, the dirty dishes lay out, and the cold items really should go back in the fridge soon, but neither of you care as you find peace in this new position on the floor. Hyunjin has taken to swaying you gently back and forth in his arms as he hums against your shoulder. It must be a new song. Your eyes start to droop as he lulls you to sleep.

Before he's completely successful, you tap his hand twice, silently requesting his full attention. He immediately stops humming and snuggles closer into you. You can't stop the giggles that escape you as he accidentally brushes the sensitive spots on your sides. He goes to pull more giggles out of you but you restrain his wrists before he could do so.

You relax back into him, fully letting him support your weight. It's quiet a beat more before you bring yourself to break the silence with a whisper. "Thank you, Jinnie."

He nuzzles even further into you, his cheek pressing against your own. You know if Han and Changbin were to come back to the dorm at this exact moment, they'd cringe at the way Hyunjin is causing your cheek to puff out unnaturally with his nuzzling. Normally, you would too, but Hyunjin has always been a source of comfort and you can't be bothered as long as he's here with you.

"mm, what for?" His voice matches your own whisper, not wanting to break the bubble the two of you have created.

"For going with the flow with me. For forgiving me so easily, even tho I ruined your birthday surprise. Thank you for continuing to go along with my whims even when I know you're tired and just want to go to bed. Thank you for being my Jinnie, my baby, my favorite person on this planet."

"Of course." He intertwines one of his hands with your own. "I'm grateful that you allow me to go along with your plans and be with you. I plan to do so for as long as you'll let me."

You can feel his heartbeat rise as he pauses from speaking, not just through his chest, but through the grip you still have around one of his wrists. You feel your own heart begin to pick up and the butterflies in your stomach take flight. The weight of this moment is crashing over the both of you and you're teetering on the edge of being fully consumed. When Hyunjin speaks next, it's so low, you're sure you only hear it because he's literally pressed to your ear.

"Thank you for letting me love you." As if it's possible, he squeezes his arms around you even tighter, grounding the violent storm of butterfly wings in your stomach. "Because I do. I love you so much. I thank God every day for bringing us together."

He's intentionally hid his face in the crook of your neck, but you need to see him in this moment. You need to see if he's falling over the edge into being consumed just like you are.

He tries to grip you harder when you go to turn, but you get him to let go long enough to turn in his lap, coming face to face with his shiny eyes. You cup his cheeks gently, then place featherlight kisses all over his face. First, you place one on his forehead, then his nose, then both his eyelids, then both of his cheeks. His eyes remain closed throughout the whole ordeal, but you watch the blush creep onto his cheeks.

While he can't see you, you find the courage to echo his feelings, "I love you too, Hyunjin. Thank you for letting me love you."

When his eyes open, it's with a tremble to his lips and glittery tears threatening to fall. Yet, you can't find a single lie when you look into the glittery brown. You press your foreheads together and close your own eyes as you feel your own tears well up. The two of you sit on the floor for a little while longer, holding each other, until Hyunjin starts to get antsy and wants to try the cake you made together.

You get up off of him and frost the cake as neatly as you can, making sure to put extra focus on the note of the cake: "Happy Birthday Jinnie ♡" His iconic eye smile graces his face when he comes up behind you and hugs you from behind. He leaves a kiss on your temple, the spot left tingling.

"Thank you for the best birthday ever."

Thank you so much for reading! I hope everyone's celebrating hyunjins birthday well :) I was kinda going for more cute/funny/dorky whatever but in true me fashion, I got sentimental and dramatic over how much I adore this man. Hopefully it's not too sappy, fingers crossed

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