Chubby!Bucky Oneshots

Wet Paint (Janitor/Teacher AU)***

Summary: Bucky is a janitor at the Shield High School and you're the art teacher at said high school. You see each other a lot, which formulates you both developing crushes on each other. What happens when you're staying at school late and Bucky comes in to clean up your classroom?

Warning: smut - p in v sex, inappropriate use of paint

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Bucky whistles as he rolls his cart down the hall. It was pitch black outside, letting him know that night as come, as he continued to work his way cleaning through the school. All of the lights in the classrooms were off, except for one. The light peaked through the windows and doors of the classroom. With furrowed brows, Bucky looks at the watch on his wrist and sees that it's way too late for anyone to be here right now. Only him.

He strolls up to the door and peers in and there inside, he sees you. You're wearing your earbuds and moving your body to the music you're listening to as you paint on a canvas. A smile appears on Bucky's face as he continues to watch you. He's always had a soft spot for you. You were so beautiful and kind and funny. You always made an effort to greet him whenever you crossed paths, as well as apologize for the mess you and your students would make in your classroom. He adored you, terribly so. But there was no way you'd feel the same. You were a teacher and he was just a janitor.

Despite his head telling him to turn around and tend to the other classrooms, his heart was pushing him to head inside. So he did.

He pulled open the door and rolled his cleaning cart inside, eyes still on you as you danced and painted. He left his cart near the door as he slowly made his way over to you. Too preoccupied with your music and artwork, you didn't feel the presence behind you until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You screamed and jumped forward, knocking into your easel and making paint splatter onto the floor. You turned around with wide eyes, only to meet another set of startled ones, "Bucky!"

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, looking apologetic, "Ah geez, sorry about that Y/N. Didn't mean to startle ya."

You shook your head, taking your earbuds out of your ears and setting them down, "It's okay, Bucky. You didn't mean too. I think I should be sorry anyway," you gesture to the wet paint that nw decorated the floor.

He shrugged, "What kind of janitor would I be if I didn't clean up messes?" He heads back to his cart, grabbing the mop and bucket of water, "So, why're you here so late?" he asks as he begins to mop up the paint.

You nod to your canvas, "New art piece. Started it during my last period and I didn't wanna stop."

Bucky takes a moment to look at the unfinished piece of art. It's a snowy landscape with mountains and trees. It's not even finished and it's already breathtaking, "It's beautiful," he mumbles out in awe.

You shy away at his compliment, "Um, thanks." you then look at him up and down as he continues to stare at your painting. His jeans were snug against his thick thighs, and polo shirt with the school's logo hugs his round belly. He looked good. You cleared your throat, gaining back his attention, "Do you like to do art?"

He hesitantly bites his lip and nods, "Yeah, actually I do."

"Really? Maybe I can model for you and you can do me-I-I mean do an artwork piece of me!," you say in horror, realizing what you said previously sounded wrong.

Bucky chuckles, "I know what you meant, Y/N. And, uh, sure. We can do it now, if you'd like?"

You looked at him slightly confused, "Don't you need to finish cleaning?"