Chubby!Bucky Oneshots

A Babysitter's Job (Babysitter AU)***

Summary: You look after Bucky's 6 year old son, Grant and Bucky has quite the liking to you.

Warning: smut - male receiving oral

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Bucky was anxious to get home. His body was yelling at him to go to sleep, but another part of him was yelling even louder to stay awake and get home to see them.

Ever since the divorce, things haven't been great with Bucky. He's been working nonstop to pay off the lawyers as well as to have enough money to provide for his son, Grant. It was tough work being a single parent, but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, because Grant Barnes was his world.

Bucky's body was buzzing as he rolled up into the driveway and put his car in park. He grabbed his things and rushed to the door. His keys jingling as he inserted the key and the door swung open with ease.

"Daddy!!" pitter patters of feet echoed through the house as a small boy of six, the exact replica of Bucky, came running towards him.

Bucky knelt down, catching his son, "Hey, buddy! Whatcha up to?"

"Y/N and I are making dinner!"

"Oh yeah? What's for dinner?"

"Pasghetti!"

Bucky chuckled at his son's mispronunciation, ruffling the chestnut locks that matched his own, "Sounds delicious, Grant. Can you lead me to the kitchen?" Grant nodded and pulled on Bucky's hand down the hall and to the right.

Grant stepped into the kitchen while Bucky remained in the threshold watching as you sway your hips to the music coming from your phone, your hand stirring what Bucky assumes to be the spaghetti sauce.

Grant walks over to you, tugs at your shirt and points towards Bucky, "Look, Y/N! Daddy's home!"

You look over your should, a soft smile on your lips that renders Bucky speechless and frozen, "Good evening, James."

Bucky holds back a groan, not one of distaste, but one of pleasure. He usually hates when people call him James, but hearing it from you? It's so sensual. He loves it. You're a pretty, young thing, ten years younger than him and he tried to fight his feelings for you, but you make it so easy to fall for you.

He clears his throat and finally steps forward into the kitchen, "Evening, Y/N. I told you you didn't have to make dinner."

You shrugged, "I know, but Grant was getting hungry and I also figured you'd be too tired from work to make something."

His heart warmed at the sweet gesture, "Thank you, Y/N. You're a real peach, ya know that?"

You giggle as you give him a shrug, "It's no big deal, James. Really. Anyway, I'm just about done. I'll let you guys eat and I'll be on my way." You turn off the stove and move over to Grant, squatting down to give him a hug, "I'll see you tomorrow, G-man."

Bucky cleared his throat and stepped forward, "You could stay...have dinner with us? I-I don't mind." He nervously flattens down his button up shirt, his hands running down the roundness of his stomach. After having Grant and the divorce, Bucky hates that he lost his figure and can't seem to find the time to get back into shape. Maybe-

"I don't want to be a bother." You say to Bucky.

He softly smiles at you, "You're never a bother, Y/N."

Grant tugs at your arms pleading, "Please stay for dinner, Y/N!"

You giggled and scooped Grant up into his arms, "Well, how can I say no to you, G-man?"