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When Bucky wakes up, he’s alone in bed. He vaguely remembers Steve kissing him on the forehead before he set out on his run – no way Bucky’s going to join him at five fucking thirty in the morning. Steve has Sam for a running buddy, they both can be early morning assholes together.
Instead of burrowing back underneath the covers, Bucky sits up and grabs his phone. He hates when he wakes up before his alarm, but Steve’s due back any minute now, so Bucky has just enough time to get breakfast started for both of them. He needs to channel his nervous energy somewhere.
He’s just cracking eggs into a bowl when Steve returns. Steve, in all his sweaty glory, lights up when he steps into the kitchen. “Morning, sweetheart. You’re up early.”
Bucky shrugs and tries not to get distracted by how damn tight Steve’s running clothes are. It’s indecent, really. “Bed gets cold without you, figured I’d get breakfast started before I have to head out.”
“Big day today,” Steve says casually before he fills a glass with water and downs it all. He sets the empty cup on the counter by the sink and comes up behind Bucky, smoothing his hands down Bucky’s arms. “Nervous, sweet boy?”
A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine at the nickname, but he tries to focus on whisking the eggs in front of him. “I’ve been top of my class all semester, I don’t see how that would change now. I just..,” he trails off, leaving the whisk in the bowl so he can turn around in Steve’s arms. “I don’t want to waste your money, and if that bitch Zemo inches me out –”
Steve pulls Bucky against his sweaty chest and reaches up to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “First off, paying for your education will never be a waste of money, even if you weren’t getting top marks. You work hard, and I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I will not be disappointed at all if you end up second – but I bet you won’t.” He presses a kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “Do you want help with breakfast?”
Bucky shakes his head and pulls out of Steve’s embrace, wrinkling his nose slightly. “Serum doesn’t stop your sweat from stinking, so go take a shower. I’ll have everything ready by the time you’re done.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re so good to Daddy,” Steve says, his voice warm and a little husky.
Bucky watches Steve retreat down the hallway before returning his attention to the eggs. He’s long used to how much he has to make to keep up with Steve’s metabolism. The bacon in the oven is almost crispy enough to pull out, he’s warming sausage links in one skillet, and there’s a big bowl of fruit salad in the fridge, too. It’s not often Bucky has the time to do this during the week – his schedule this semester has been hellacious, so he knows Steve will be extra appreciative.
If he’s trying to get his Daddy to tell him he’s a good boy, that’s… well, definitely not a secret between Steve and himself, but no one else in the world knows he calls the original Captain America Daddy in bed (and out of it sometimes, too).
“This all looks delicious, Buck,” Steve says when he reappears in the kitchen, graying hair damp from his shower. He’s just in sweatpants, slung low on his hips – a perk to having an extremely well controlled thermostat in their apartment. “A very nice surprise, I usually have to drag you out of bed so you make it to class on time.”
Bucky huffs and makes himself a plate. “It’s not my fault our bed is like sleeping on a cloud.”
Steve gives Bucky a quick kiss before he grabs his own plate and starts piling it up with food. “Well, I need to make sure my baby has the best, now don’t I?”
“Only because I know it makes you happy, Daddy,” Bucky says, long past arguing over Steve spending money on him in various crazy ways. Like paying for his tuition, and buying them a stupidly expensive custom mattress to fit Steve’s size. Bucky even has his own debit card tied to Steve’s account, which he refuses to use for anything other than their necessities, like groceries.
Steve’s still eating when Bucky heads to take a shower, since he has to be out the door soon. Steve’s gentle praise over breakfast has calmed his fried nerves – he knows his project was best in his class, but his entire grade is riding on what his professor thought. Which he finds out in a few hours.
It took a lot of convincing for Bucky to be okay with Steve paying for all of his expenses, school included, and he just doesn’t want to let Steve down. Logically, he knows Steve isn’t going to be disappointed if he’s not top of his class. Steve just wants Bucky to be happy, simple as that.
By the end of the day, Bucky is extremely happy. He had wanted to text Steve the news right away, but Steve was spending the day in classified briefings and couldn’t have his phone on him. Instead, Bucky hurries home and changes into something more comfortable.
Steve doesn’t go on missions much anymore, only the really dangerous ones (which is always great for Bucky’s stress level), but he’s still utilized for mission planning. Sam is a great Captain America, but no one matches Steve’s strategic ability.
It works out well for them, because they haven’t wanted to hide their relationship for quite a while now. The media tends to not focus on Steve much anymore, and while they never made an official public declaration, they just haven’t tried to keep it a secret anytime they leave the apartment. There was some fuss initially about how much younger Bucky is than Steve (twenty years one way, over a hundred another), but as usual for the attention span of the masses, it was forgotten as soon as someone else famous did something scandalous.
“Darling boy, I’m home,” Steve calls out when he enters the apartment. When he rounds the corner and sees Bucky curled up on the couch, he raises his eyebrows. “Are we celebrating or consoling tonight?”
Bucky can’t hold it in any longer. He grins and rushes over to Steve, immediately wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders and hopping up, knowing Steve will automatically hold him up, which he does. “Fuck, that’s always so hot,” Bucky says on an exhale before pulling Steve into a kiss, deepening it right away, letting his lips part and brushing his tongue against Steve’s. “I did it!” he says once he pulls back, squeezing his legs tighter around Steve’s waist. “I’m going to graduate top of my class!”
“That’s my good boy,” Steve says with a big smile. “I knew you could do it, Buck. I’m so proud of you.”
Bucky shivers at the praise, leaning in to tuck his head against Steve’s neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Steve runs one hand up and down Bucky’s back, easily holding him up with one arm. The touch is like a balm, keeping Bucky focused on just Steve. “I think my sweet boy needs a reward, don’t you?”
“Please, Daddy,” Bucky says against Steve’s skin. He smiles to himself when Steve starts walking toward the bedroom. “Are you going to fuck me?”
With a thoughtful hum, Steve gently sets Bucky down on their bed. He rubs his hands up Bucky’s thighs before crawling up over Bucky and pressing him down against the mattress with a slow kiss.
Bucky’s eyes easily slip close as he lets Steve lead the kiss, and god, it had taken some getting used to with how Steve puts his whole body into kissing. Buck feels worshiped, just by the way Steve cups his face with one hand, his other elbow resting by Bucky’s shoulder, with that hand tangled in Bucky’s hair. He’s completely surrounded and he loves it.
A muffled moan gets caught in his throat when Steve slides his tongue past Bucky’s lips, and he feels Steve’s fingers tighten in his hair.
“To answer your question, Buck,” Steve says as he breaks away from Bucky’s mouth and starts kissing down Bucky’s jaw. “I do plan on fucking you, but first I think my good boy should get his reward, don’t you think?”
Bucky gasps when Steve pulls his earlobe between his teeth and gives it a little tug. “I am a good boy, Daddy.” His cock is fully hard, tenting his sweatpants, and when Steve finally presses his full body against Bucky, he can feel Steve is well on his way to hard, too. It still gives him a thrill that he’s the one that turns Steve on like this.
“Mmm, yes you are,” Steve says, pulling back and rubbing his thumb against Bucky’s bottom lip. “Always happy with a hole stuffed full of cock, how about this one first?” he asks, dipping two fingers inside Bucky’s lax mouth.
Bucky looks up at Steve with hooded eyes as he slowly sucks on Steve’s fingers, pressing his tongue against the tips. When Steve removes his hand, a trail of saliva follows. “Yes, please,” he says happily, his eyes following Steve as he shuffles back off the bed and starts taking off his pants after tossing his shirt to the side. “I love this part.”
Steve laughs with a slight roll of his eyes and drops his jeans to the floor, kicking them off. His cock tents his boxer briefs, a slight damp spot darkening the gray fabric.
It’s so fucking sexy, Bucky can hardly keep himself from jumping up off the bed and falling to his knees in front of Steve.
“You stay there,” Steve says, eyebrow arched as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. “Daddy’s going to use that mouth, and you’re going to be such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky nearly chokes on his own saliva when he nods, already shifting up on the pillows to position himself how he knows Steve likes. He’s going to be such a good boy and he can feel precome sliding off the tip of his cock as it throbs against the fabric of his sweatpants. “So good, Daddy. Please let me have your cock.”
Steve grins as he pushes his underwear to the floor, toeing them off before climbing back on the bed and straddling Bucky’s shoulders. He gives his cock a slow stroke before holding it just out of Buck’s reach. “Look at you, so eager. What a treat for you, for being such a good boy in school.”
Groaning as Steve rubs the tip of his cock against his lips, Bucky looks up at Steve and just that view alone – powerful, muscles for days, and looking down at Bucky with lust-blown eyes is almost enough to make Bucky come untouched. He dares to dart his tongue out, to get his first taste of Steve’s cock. “Use me, Daddy.”
“God, what a good boy you are,” Steve moans as he holds onto the headboard with one hand, the other guiding his cock into Bucky’s mouth. “Keep that little body still and make Daddy come, okay?”
Bucky’s eyes close and he takes a deep breath in through his nose, relaxing his jaw as he takes more of Steve’s cock. His arms twitch with wanting to reach up and grab Steve’s perfect ass, but he was told to stay put. He can do that. He can be a good boy and just be a wet hole for his Daddy to use to get off. He groans when Steve’s cock touches the back of his throat, breathing through the urge to gag. He loves the weight of a dick against his tongue, and his own cock pulses again, smearing more precome against his pants.
“Daddy’s so proud of you, sweet boy,” Steve grunts as he removes his hand from his cock and reaches down to cup the back of Bucky’s head. He starts slow, pulling back to leave just the head of his cock in Bucky’s mouth, before sliding back in with a long moan. “You work so hard, and then you come home to be a warm hole for Daddy’s cock. Fuck, you’re such a good boy.”
Already blissed out, Bucky just lets Steve’s praise wash over him as he keeps his lips tight around Steve’s dick as Steve fucks his mouth. This is his favorite thing – his favorite thing – to be the perfect boy for his Daddy, to press his tongue against the underside of Steve’s cock, just the way Steve likes it.
Bucky feels the edges of his consciousness get a little muddled as he starts to slip. He can hear Steve’s praise, and his noises of pleasure, but it’s not quite registering. He’s just a mouth for his Daddy’s cock right now, being used so Steve can come. He feels Steve’s hand tighten against his hair, and realizes that Steve’s thrusts are getting sharper, more determined.
He moans around Steve’s dick, tightening his lips. He blinks his eyes open, first focusing on the hair above Steve’s cock, spackled with gray. As he lifts his gaze, he watches the flex of Steve’s abs as he continues to pump in and out of Bucky’s mouth. Fuck, his Daddy is the sexiest thing Bucky has ever seen.
“Oh, Buck,” Steve cries out, suddenly pulling his cock all the way out of Bucky’s mouth. “Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he demands as he removes his hand from Bucky's head and fists his cock. “Daddy’s going to make a mess all over you,” he groans, head tilted back toward the ceiling.
Bucky is definitely a good boy, so he immediately closes his eyes and relaxes his jaw, leaving his mouth partly open. His cock throbs, aching for something, anything… but he knows he has to wait until Steve is done. Steve groans just as the first splash of come hits Bucky’s face, right on his cheek, and Bucky drifts a bit as pulse after pulse of come hits him in the mouth, over his eyes, and down his chin.
“Now that’s what Daddy likes to see,” Steve says, with a slight hitch in his breath. He shuffles back and Bucky feels Steve’s thumb pass over his bottom lip, which he tries to suck into his mouth. “Keep those eyes closed, sweet boy. Daddy’s just going to get a washcloth and then I’ll think about filling your other sweet hole.”
Bucky feels marked, with Steve’s come cooling all over his face. He sighs happily and resists the urge to shove his sweatpants off and jerk off, because he knows it would only take a couple seconds to reach his orgasm.
“Keep that little body still,” Steve says, a touch of command peeking through in his voice, as if he could tell exactly what Bucky was just thinking. “That’s mine to take care of, right?” he asks as the bed dips beside Bucky. Steve gives a gentle tap to Bucky’s cock before there’s a warm washcloth on Bucky’s face, wiping the come away. “Good boys let their Daddy’s make them come, isn’t that right, Buck?”
Once Bucky’s face is clean, he blinks his eyes open and looks up at Steve. “Yes, Daddy.”
Steve grins and tosses the dirty cloth to his clothes pile on the floor before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Bucky’s mouth, immediately parting his lips and slipping his tongue alongside Bucky’s. They both moan into the kiss as Steve moves his body back over Bucky’s, his arms bracketing Bucky’s head.
“Please fuck me,” Bucky whines, breaking away from the kiss and thrusting his hips up to try to grind his cock against Steve’s thigh. “Daddy, I’ve been such a good boy, please.”
“You have been very good,” Steve says as he reaches down and grabs the hem of Bucky’s t-shirt. “Let’s get you undressed and see what I can do about this leaking cock of yours, that’s quite the damp spot you have there, Bucky.”
Bucky’s cheeks burn as he sits up just enough for Steve to yank his shirt off. Sometimes he’s still not used to just how open and direct Steve is during sex. Everyone thinks Steve is some kind of prude, but Steve just laughs them off because no one really knows the true history of what Steve Rogers was getting up to in Brooklyn in the 1930’s.
Except Bucky. Bucky knows just about all there is to know about Steve.
Before Steve goes to take Bucky’s sweatpants off, he presses against the come stain, pushing the head of Bucky’s cock against his abdomen. Bucky stifles a groan and tries to hump up against Steve’s hand. “God, please,” he begs, balls already feeling tight.
“So worked up, lucky me,” Steve says, giving Bucky a wink before pulling Bucky’s sweatpants off and adding them to the pile of laundry on the floor. “Look at this sweet little body, just for Daddy,” he says, running his hands up Bucky’s thighs, thumbs just barely brushing against Bucky’s balls.
Bucky’s just about to plead again when Steve takes him by the hips, flips him over, and pulls him up on his knees. “Fu–uck,” he gasps, hands clenching the sheets below him. “You know I love it when you manhandle me.”
“Mmm, I do,” Steve says. He gives a little swat to Bucky’s bottom before grasping his ass with both hands and pulling his cheeks apart, exposing his hole. “Do you need to come before I fuck you? Or do you want to come on Daddy’s cock?”
Bucky whines and drops his head down. He feels like he’s been on edge for ages, and if Steve dares to touch his cock, he’ll come immediately. “With you inside me please.” He knows he can come more than once, especially with Steve fucking him.
“Good answer, sweet boy,” Steve says, slightly breathless as he swipes a dry thumb over Bucky’s hole. “Just gotta get you opened up, get you nice and loose for me.”
Bucky closes his eyes and lets himself drift a little more, letting the peace of his Daddy taking care of him take away any lingering stress from his day. He’s vaguely aware he’s pretty much continually moaning while Steve works him open, from one thick finger all the way up to three, the tips of Steve’s fingers purposely dragging against Bucky’s prostate. “Daddy!” he gasps, thrusting his hips back against Steve’s hand. “I’m ready, ‘m so ready,” he cries out, spreading his knees a little wider so the tip of his cock brushes against the growing wet spot on the blanket below him.
“Ready to be another warm hole for Daddy’s cock, huh?” Steve asks while he slips his fingers out of Bucky’s ass. Bucky hears Steve open the lube bottle and wants to look back at Steve, to see what he knows will be a beautiful sight of Steve lubing up his hard cock, but his brain is already foggy so he keeps his eyes closed and just breathes. “What a good boy you are, having such a tight ass for me to fuck – ah,” Steve gasps as he pushes the head of his cock just inside Bucky’s ass. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just take Daddy’s cock, just like that.”
“Oh my god,” Bucky cries out, fingers fisted in the bedsheets, as Steve’s dick slowly stretches him open. “Daddy, fuck!”
Steve pauses once his hips are pressed against Bucky’s ass. He rubs his hands down Bucky’s ribcage before resting them on Bucky’s waist, holding him there. “Perfect boy,” he says, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. “Perfect fit for me.”
Bucky feels like a ragdoll while Steve holds him still and fucks into him, his hips slapping against Bucky’s ass. It only takes a few thrusts before Bucky is coming, gasping for air and toes curling as he shoots come all over the sheets, cock untouched. “Daddy!”
“Oh, what a good boy,” Steve says smoothly, fingers tightening on Bucky’s waist as he keeps fucking in and out of Bucky’s ass, not giving Bucky any time to recover. “Such a good boy, coming just from my dick in your ass,” he says, panting slightly. The sound of Steve’s hips hitting Bucky’s ass fills the room, along with Bucky’s uh, uh, uh’s with every thrust. “That’s it, you can take it. Daddy’s just getting started, sweetheart.”
Bucky cries out as Steve tilts Bucky’s pelvis up slightly, causing Steve’s cock to rub right against Bucky’s prostate. “Ho–oly,” Bucky pants. His cock barely had any time to soften before he’s hard again, hanging heavy between his legs as Steve fucks him with a relentless pace. “Fuck, Daddy – oh my god,” he babbles, barely aware of anything besides the feeling of Steve’s cock pounding his prostate and the stretch of his ass around Steve’s cock.
“Getting a little floaty, sweet boy?” Steve asks, one hand slipping from Bucky’s waist down to the cheek of Bucky’s ass. He gives Bucky a quick spank, hard enough to likely leave a slight mark, and definitely enough for Bucky to squeeze his ass around Steve’s dick. “Ohh, yeah. Oh, thank you, sweetheart. You feel so good around Daddy’s cock, fuck.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Bucky slurs, saliva dripping from his open mouth onto the bed. “More, Daddy.” His brain feels completely fuzzy, like he’s barely there, and all he knows is he needs more.
Steve spanks him again, fucking him through it, each time hard enough to make Bucky’s bottom sting. “God, what a beautiful little ass you have, beat red from Daddy’s hand,” Steve groans, returning his hand to Bucky’s waist and fucking him against his cock. “I’m real close, sweet boy. Want me to come in this hole? Make you all messy inside?”
“Yes!” Bucky cries out, almost sobbing. He doesn’t know when he started crying, but he can feel tears sliding over the bridge of his nose into his eyebrows. “Need you to come, please Daddy!”
“Ah fuck,” Steve moans, the grip on Bucky’s waist tightening as his thrusts become shorter and harder, his balls hitting the back of Bucky’s each time he quickly fucks into Bucky’s ass. “Good boy, what a good boy,” Steve heaves out before he slams his cock into Bucky, panting heavily as he comes, grinding his hips against Bucky’s body until he stills. “Fuck, fuck.”
Bucky’s aware that he’s still hard, that Steve is gently pulling out of his body, but he’s too floaty to really do anything about it. He lets Steve move him onto his back and suddenly there’s three fingers up his ass and a hand around his cock. “Ah!” he cries out, clenching up and propping himself up on his elbows, staring with blurry eyes at Steve who has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Daddy!”
“Look at this, all my come just leaking out of you, all over my hand,” Steve says as he pumps Bucky’s cock with his fist. He uses his fingers to rub hard against Bucky’s prostate, making Bucky moan that quickly turns into a sob. “Going to come again for me, sweet boy? C’mon, you can do it. Come for Daddy.”
“Fuck,” Bucky chokes out, caught between overstimulated and so close to coming that his body doesn’t know quite what to do. His balls tighten as he thrusts up into Steve’s hand, chasing his release. “Gonna come – Daddy!” he cries as his entire body clenches up when his orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of come dripping all over Steve’s hand and onto Bucky’s stomach. “Fuck,” he moans, collapsing back against the bed. “Holy shit.”
“That’s it, what a good boy, Daddy’s perfect boy,” Steve says gently as he eases his hand from Bucky’s ass. He keeps talking, letting Bucky know what he’s doing as he leaves the bed and goes to the bathroom once again. “Just stay there, sweet boy. I’ve got you.”
Bucky’s eyes are open, but he’s not really seeing anything. He feels almost detached from his body, floating in his headspace that his Daddy so perfectly put him in. “Daddy,” he murmurs once he feels another warm washcloth on his skin. “Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart,” Steve says softly as he cleans Bucky up. How long that takes, Bucky has no idea, but it isn’t long until Steve is gently pulling the blanket out from underneath Bucky and tucking them both underneath another sheet. Steve pulls Bucky against his side, holding him close, and presses a kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “I’m right here, sweet boy. Just take your time coming back to me.”
“Dinner,” Bucky slurs, vaguely aware of his sudden hunger. He wraps an arm around Steve’s waist and throws a leg over Steve’s thigh. “Hungry.”
Steve laughs and kisses Bucky’s forehead again. “I’ll order whatever you want, you deserve it.”