When Bucky woke up, it was to an empty bed, a sore ass, a bruised body, and a note on the bedside table. He read the note, hoping it was something sweet. It wasn’t. It just told him to eat something, put on the jumpsuit, and do his chores. Bucky sighed; Looked like Steve was still pissed at him. Bucky walked downstairs to start on the laundry after getting ready. He still felt floaty and off. Bucky decided to switch that off and focus on his laundry instead. As he was folding the clothes, his mind wandered. “We definitely bruised his ego.” Thought one of his voices. Bucky shifted yet again, ass aching from the spanking. He swallowed; Why did his chest feel so tight all of a sudden? Bucky inhaled shakily and continued with his folding. He felt something drip down his face and realized with a jolt that he was crying. Bucky buried his face in the freshly washed piece of clothing he was holding and started sobbing. After 20 minutes or so, his tears stopped and when he looked at the clothing he had been crying into, he realized that it was one of Steve’s boxers. Bucky huffed in amusement before setting them aside to be re washed.
After he finished the laundry, Bucky walked upstairs to the ground floor of Steve’s mansion. The laundry room was in the basement. Bucky got started on the dishes, but he was halfway through them when that floaty feeling hit, worse than before. Bucky stopped in the middle of washing a plate and walked upstairs. He burrowed through Steve’s closet and found a suit jacket that smelled exactly like Steve. He stripped out of the jumpsuit that Steve forced him to wear around the house and pulled on the jacket. Bucky didn’t think he could handle laying on the empty bed by himself, so he curled up in the corner. Tears started to flow from his eyes for the second time that day as he sat in the corner. Eventually Bucky fell asleep, exhausted, in nothing but his boxers and Steve’s suit jacket. When Steve got back hours later, it was to an unclean house, no cooked meal, and half washed dishes. Steve was pissed; He had already had a crappy day with Danvers interfering and now his bitch was being a brat. He stormed upstairs and burst into the bedroom, getting ready to yell at Bucky and spank the shit out of him. Then, his gaze landed on Bucky curled up in the corner, covered in one of Steve’s velvet dark blue suit jackets. “Baby?” Steve frowned, worry crushing the anger.
Steve walked forward, quietly kneeling on the ground in front of Bucky. “Buck?” He reached out and grasped Bucky’s chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing it up so that he could get a look at Bucky’s face. Steve inhaled sharply when he realized what had happened. Bucky had hit a subdrop. Steve got up and walked into the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth and carefully mopped up Bucky’s tear stained face with it. Bucky shifted slightly, eyes fluttering. Steve watched him carefully, trying to figure out if he was going to wake up. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open, landing on Steve. He started crying again and chanting “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Steve shushed Bucky quickly and draped his favorite blanket around him. “Shhh. No, it's ok.” Steve picked Bucky up and carried him over to the bed, and laid him down on his chest.
Bucky sniffled, cuddling closer to Steve’s chest. He was wrapped in his blanket, but he wanted to be as close to the older man as possible. “Baby, you can’t crawl into me.” Steve murmured gently, his sweet puppy needed all the cuddles right now. “Need you.” Bucky whined gently, pawing at Steve’s chest. “Baby, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” Bucky thought for a moment, what was going on inside his head? For starters, earlier he had convinced himself that the chemicals gave him some sort of mood disorder, hell they might’ve but that’s here nor there for right now. He had no idea what the word ‘Subdrop’ meant, and yet Steve kept saying it, maybe he had gone crazy for good this time. All he knows is right now, he just wants to be as close to Steve as humanly possible. “Daddy I want you” Bucky said in a hushed whisper.
“Please?” Bucky gave puppy eyes, Steve considered for a moment, trying to assess Bucky’s headspace to see where he was at currently. His eyes were hazy and floaty, like he’d been fucked into next week, pawing at whining at Steve. “Alright little one, shh. Let Daddy take care of ya” Steve murmured against Bucky’s ear. The brunette nodded letting Steve lay him out on the bed, leaving gentle kisses all over his heated body. Bucky bit at his lip and whined softly as Steve took the suit jacket off his shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room, Bucky shivered the cool dog tags around his neck feeling like ice on his overheated body. Steve left a soft trail of loving kisses down Bucky’s jaw and throat, earning soft moans and whimpers from the younger man, Steve looked up at Bucky’s face, his eyes closed, head thrown back against the pillows. Steve spread Bucky’s thighs open placing soft kisses on the inside of his thighs, spreading Bucky’s abused cheeks open earning a whimpered moan from the brunette.
“Baby? Check in with me, how’re you feeling?” He asked, “‘M good ‘Addy' ' Bucky slurred his words, he pawed at Steve’s hair trying to get him to do something, anything! “Daddy!” Bucky cried out. “Please, I want you in me” he begged. “Shh little one, Daddy’ll take care of ya, just let him grab the lube” Steve gently shushed him, reaching over to grab the lube from the bedside drawer. “Daddy!” Bucky whined. Steve placed gentle kisses on his cheeks while pouring some lube on his fingers, gently circling them around Bucky’s hole. The cold lube made Bucky twitch and jump a little. Steve gently eased his fingers into Bucky’s abused hole, “Ahh!” Bucky moaned. Steve rubbed gentle circles on his hip slowly scissoring his fingers in and out of Bucky, stretching him open. “Daddy please” Bucky begged again with teary eyes, Steve nodded gently, lining his cock up with Bucky’s slick hole, slowly pushing in till his hips were flush with Bucky’s.
Bucky squirmed, getting used to the feeling of being stuffed full of Daddy again, it always felt good but this time, this time it felt like every nerve in his body was one fire, screaming for Daddy, Bucky didn’t realize that he was crying again till Steve wiped his tears away. “How’re you doin, little one?” The blond asked, not moving yet, “I good, move please?” He whispered, holding onto Steve’s hand. Steve gently pulled out pushing back in, rocking against Bucky’s sweet spot. It wasn’t rushed or dirty or even about chasing pleasure, it was just them being close. Bucky made the sweetest little noises while Steve whispered sweet praises in his ear, it was sweet and gentle, reassuring. When Bucky finally came, his vision whited out for a second, breathing hard he came back to himself wrapped up in his blanket being held to Steve’s bare chest, “My good boy, such a sweet puppy. Did so good for me”
Bucky squirmed a little feeling a good type of floaty, “Hi daddy” He croaked, his throat dry. Steve held a mini bottle of water to his lips, encouraging Bucky to drink. “That’s it. Good boy.” Steve praised. When Bucky was finished with his water, he swallowed a few times to get rid of the scratchiness in his throat. “Thank you” Bucky whispered, eyes watering again, his emotions still running a little all over the place. “You’re welcome, my sweet princess.” Steve cooed, “You want a snack?” He asked, Bucky’s stomach answered for him growling obnoxiously. Bucky blushed looking down, nodding his head. Steve smiled and headed down to the kitchen, prepping a quick snack of fresh strawberries and melted chocolate, aka Bucky’s favorite thing to eat.
Steve carried it back to the bedroom and found Bucky rolling blissfully in the sheets. He smiled, taking in the sight of Bucky. Steve sat down on the edge of the bed and helped Bucky sit up, settling the both of them on the bed. Steve was sitting up against the headboard, with Bucky seated between his thighs, his back flush with Steve’s chest. Steve handfed Bucky strawberries, reveling the the quiet calm. When the strawberries were finished, Steve got up to run a bubble bath with lots of extra bubbles. Once the bath was prepped, Steve carried Bucky bridal style and settled him into the bathtub. Steve then joined Bucky in the tub.
Grasping a bottle of shampoo, Steve poured some onto Bucky’s head before beginning to massage it into his hair. If Steve spent a few extra minutes massaging Bucky’s scalp, then that was no one’s business. Once he had rinsed the shampoo out of Bucky’s hair, Steve grabbed the conditioner and worked it liberally through Bucky’s ends . Steve repeated what he did with the shampoo but did it for longer. Once he had rinsed the conditioner out, Steve got up, water falling from his body. He quickly dried himself off before helping Bucky out of the tub and wrapping him up in a soft towel.Once Bucky was dry, Steve walked him to the bed and laid him down, bundling him up in blankets. Steve climbed into bed with Bucky and the two of them fell asleep together.