Steve
Steve awoke in the middle of the night, which was a rare occurrence for him. The heat of late spring had caused them to open their windows, and Bucky had rolled off him some time during the last hour. Steve glanced at the clock on the nightstand to reveal that it was 1:24 in the morning, and already Saturday the 3rd of June. The month of May had passed so quickly that everyone at the office was still struggling to remember it was almost summer, if it was not for the weather demanding a change in everyone’s apparel.
Steve tried to go back to sleep, but his stomach rumbled, alerting him of the reason he’d awoken in the first place.
Grateful for once that he didn’t have to detangle his lover from himself to leave the bed, Steve quietly slipped out the side and crept to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and finding the leftovers of some cherry pie. Not wanting to wake Bucky up, he enjoyed his snack as quietly as he could, but soon he felt the smaller man’s arms wrap around him, and he heard Bucky make a small noise of disappointment.
“I can still wrap my arms around you,” the brunet noted, although he still only barely managed to get his fingers to lace around his large boyfriend.
“Not for much longer,” Steve noted, turning around with the pie tin in hand to face Bucky. “Hello. Did I wake you up?”
Bucky shook his head. “I was already awake when you left bed, but I didn’t know if you were going to the bathroom. Bring the pie to bed?”
Steve nodded, following Bucky back to bed. Without communicating, Steve sat up against the headboard, and Bucky took up his customary spot in the blond’s lap, and began feeding him was remained of the pie.
“Bucky,” Steve began with an odd tone in his voice, after a couple slices. “Have you ever considered domming me?” Before Bucky could protest, he continued. “Not permanently—I certainly enjoy you as a sub, but maybe we could just switch things up for a day, just for fun.”
To Steve’s surprised, Bucky agreed. “Sounds fun. Why not?”
“I… really?”
“Sure! I mean, I don’t know how good I’d be, but it sounds like an adventure. Not now, of course… right now I just want to sleep,” he added, taking the empty pie tin from Steve and placing it on the table, brushing some crumbs off the apex of Steve’s gut.
“Oh,” Steve responded, feeling satisfied and full, and slowly falling back to sleep.
Steve had a lunch appointment with Mr. Stark’s personal assistant, Ms. Potts, to discuss the results of New Mexico (very satisfactory), and he returned after a light meal to find Bucky sitting on a recliner in upright position, facing the door. There was a certain air of authority about him that was not uncommon, but just evident enough to make Steve remember their conversation last night.
“Hi, Buck,” Steve greeted uneasily, but underneath his discomfort and nervousness, he was aroused to have his trust in Bucky, and things suddenly felt excited and new.
“Steve. How was lunch?”
“Good. Mr. Stark’s really… ah… really happy with the outcome.” He began to sweat, scrutinised under the glare of Bucky’s stormy grey eyes.
“That’s great for you, baby, I’m really proud.”
Steve beamed at the praise. “Thanks, I—“
“To your knees.”
Steve felt his face grow hot, and paused for a moment before dropping to his knees.
“Good boy. What did you have for lunch?”
“Um, a BLT.”
“That’s all?”
“And a root beer, and a piece of carrot cake.”
“That’s all?”
“I was with company.”
“Certainly, a man of your…” Steve felt like sucking in his gut, even though he knew that Bucky loved seeing him full and spread out before him. “Size can’t be satisfied with a sandwich and a piece of cake.”
“It’s your fault,” Steve defended, suddenly unaware of what to do with his hands.
Bucky patted his lap. Steve paused for a moment, wondering if it was such a good idea to rest his full weight on Bucky’s lap, but he didn’t want to disobey him. Not yet, at least. He shuffled over to the recliner and sat sideways on the brunet’s lap. Bucky casually adjusted his legs and patted Steve’s still-empty belly. “Right, baby. It’s my fault. It’s just because you’re so good, and I want to reward you…” he brought up a Reese’s peanut-butter cup to Steve’s line of vision. “With sweets. Open up.”
Steve hadn’t snacked on just candy since he was a kid on the holidays. Bucky had prepared an interesting array of chocolates, hard candies, and gummies. After a time, the familiar ache began to fill Steve’s stomach.
Bucky kissed him, licking the sugar off his lips. “You taste good, baby.”
Steve groaned, and began to understand why Bucky enjoyed subbing so much. Relinquishing control to someone else, surrendering completely and trusting Bucky to take care of him, felt the opposite of binding and restricting.
Bucky’s hand drifted down to Steve’s erection, and he pressed his palm into it. “You hard for me?” he whispered, eyes unafraid and unapologetically filled with desire.
“Yes… daddy. I want you to penetrate me… please.” Steve wasn’t very sure how to be, so he pieced together the things that he’d heard Bucky say so many times. Their role reversal, and just the fact that he was playing sub made him proud of himself and his Boy, and this game they were playing.
Bucky growled low in his throat. “Take your shirt off for me, baby.” Steve quickly peeled his button-up off, glad to be free of the constraint the snug shirt had supplied. Bucky spread his hands over the expanse of Steve’s half-full stomach. “You’re getting big, baby. Must be because you’re so good for me.”
“I weighed myself this morning,” Steve cried out as Bucky tweaked one of his puffy nipples.
“Tell me.”
“241.”
“In just one month? You’ll be up to 250 before your birthday.”
“I don’t know, it’s summer. Maybe I should lose some weight, work on my beach body,” Steve teased.
“Fat chance,” Bucky hissed, grabbing Steve’s thick ass. “I want to feel you.”
Steve stood and hastily tore off his pants and underwear as Bucky stood and took off his own jeans. “Bend over the arms of the chair.”
Steve happily did so, his dick throbbing with anticipation. He’d been topped only a few times before, and it had been a long time. “You have such a perfect ass, baby. I don’t know why we haven’t tried this months before.” Bucky rolled on the condom. “You want it slow?”
“No, rough,” Steve gasped out, then cried as he felt Bucky push inside his entrance, no prep.
“Bucky! Fuck,” Steve swore, his anus burning as it adjusted to Bucky’s girth.
“C’mon baby, take it for me. You can do it.”
Steve gritted his teeth, and dug his hands into the side of the couch. Bucky put one hand on his neck and reached around his waist with the other, fondling his rolls.
The condom was pre-lubricated, and soon Bucky’s thrusts began to relax his passage, and the friction became pleasant as Bucky’s cock brushed his prostate. “Jesus… d-Daddy!”
“Don’t come until I say.”
“I c-can’t…” Steve tried to hold it, but he couldn’t, not when Bucky was hitting him right there, over and over. He grabbed the bottom of the chair and whined. “I’m gonna…”
“No. Not yet.”
With a cry, Steve came. He was sorry to disappoint Bucky, but he was sure that as their dynamic was only temporary, the punishment wouldn’t be too severe.
He was wrong.
Bucky pulled out, spinning Steve around and shoving him to the ground. “I said not to come,” he reminded, voice calm as he shoved Steve’s head onto his throbbing dick. “You disobeyed me.”
Steve spluttered, forced to breathe through his nose as he set a pace, bobbing his head and bumping his tummy into Bucky’s knees.
Bucky held his head in place until he came, releasing the blond’s head and coming on his face. He sat down on the floor next to Steve, and licked the come off. “I’m going to have to get the handcuffs,” he sighed.
Steve waited in a state of confusion until Bucky returned, with a blindfold and a few other things additionally. “Don’t speak. Don’t move unless I tell you to. And don’t cry out.” He put the blindfold on Steve, and then tied his wrists loosely behind his back. Steve could have slipped one hand out of the cuff if he wanted.
“They’re too loose.”
Bucky kneed Steve in the back, but before his head hit the carpet, Bucky caught him with an arm under his chest and lowered him to the floor. “Don’t speak,” he repeated, tightening the cuffs. “Count to ten. Slowly.”
Steve was getting hard again already, but he forced that to the back of his mind. “One.”
Bucky’s hand came down on his ass, and he felt the flesh quiver, rippling from his behind, down to his thick thighs, over the rolls of fat on his back and over his stomach. He gasped, but not out of pain.
“Keep counting.”
“Two.”
Bucky’s hand came down, harder than the last time, but still not painful. He could hear Bucky’s breath quicken.
“Three.”
The area Bucky continued to hit began to tingle.
“Four.”
The tingle turned into a sting, and Steve hissed.
“Five.”
Bucky had used the same amount of pressure on the last few hits, and Steve knew that Bucky wouldn’t hit him any harder, reminding him that their game was still a game.
“Okay?” Bucky whispered, checking in, even though Steve hadn’t spoken the safeword.
“Six,” he replied, wanting Bucky to going on, knowing that he should have just held out for a few moments more.
The hit came, and in three more numbers, it was over, and Bucky untied the handcuffs. “Get up, and I’ll blow you.”
Steve took off his blindfold. “I’m sorry I came early.”
Bucky shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He cupped Steve’s cheek, brushing his cheekbone with his thumb. “You look so pretty kneeling there, with your belly in your lap.”
Steve looked down to realise it was true. “I’m getting fat, huh?”
“Getting?” Bucky smirked and patted over his navel. “I would say you’re there, baby.”
“You know, I am kind of hungry.”
Bucky chuckled. “Again or still?”
Steve shrugged. “I can’t really tell.”
Bucky gestured to the chair, left for the kitchen, and returned a moment later with a pint of ice cream. Steve’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at it to see there was a text from Thor. Hey, Steve! Loki and I were thinking of taking a trip down to D.C. early next month to hit up some of the restaurants and experience Capital City for the 4th. Maybe the four of us can hang out!
Along with a growing list of things, Steve pushed that to the back of his mind to focus on Bucky.
Steve moved to get off the recliner, but Bucky put a hand on his chest and kept him down, straddling his lap. “Back to normal?” Steve asked.
Bucky nodded. “Sorry I wasn’t a very good dom.”
“No, you were perfect, baby,” Steve soothed, running a hand through Bucky’s long hair and giving him a kiss. “I had fun. I’m not meant to be a sub, and you’re not meant to be a dom. Did you enjoy it?”
Bucky smiled, handing him the pint. “Yeah, although I like bottoming for you better. It was an adventure, and I’m glad I got to see that side of our relationship.” Steve took the carton and tipped his head back, freeing Bucky’s hands to explore his growing convexity. “I prefer you as Daddy.” Bucky began kneading the uncomfortable tightness where Steve began to grow full, helping him finish the pint. “Full now?”
Steve smiled. “Yeah, baby.”
Bucky moaned and wiggled on his lap. “If I could pick one moment to replay forever, this would be it.”
Steve laughed. “What, in the ragged recliner of my cramped apartment?”
Bucky smirked and smacked his gut. “You’d fit better if you weren’t so fat.”
Steve pulled Bucky down into a kiss. “I have a feeling that won’t happen with you here.”