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baby fever [parenthood series #1]

summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’

The want first comes around when Steve and Natasha have their baby.

She’s a tiny little thing, seeming so frail and fragile being held in Natasha’s arms. Bucky can’t help but gasp when this kid opens her eyes. They’re bright blue, curious and so innocent as she looks around for the first time.

Something tugs at Bucky’s heartstrings as he watches the way Steve and Natasha tear up, looking down at her with elated smiles. They sit in their own little bubble, seemingly oblivious to the audience they have in the room.

Bucky looks down at you, sees the loving, happy smile you’re wearing. He imagines you wearing that same expression, only you have a swollen belly, carrying a life he helped make.

It’s nearly a year later when Bucky admits it to someone.

He and Steve are put on baby duty for the day while you and Nat are out running errands. Little Sarah sits in Bucky’s lap as he and Steve watch baseball, eyes drooping as she fights her nap. He’s smiling down at the tot, watching the way her head dips back and forth, head bobbing up abruptly when she nearly falls asleep.

“You ever think about havin’ a kid?” Steve asks him suddenly. Almost immediately, Bucky can feel his heart clench at the thought of it, feels the want resonate throughout his body.

“Been wantin’ one for a while now.” Bucky says quietly. He chews at his bottom lip for a moment, smoothing his flesh hand over Sarah’s nest of red curls. She tries to grab at his finger, giggling when she’s bopped on the nose. “Had baby fever since this one was born.”

“What does Y/N think about it?”

Bucky shrugs. “Haven’t talked to her about it yet.”

“Why not? You’ve been married for a few years now, I’m surprised it hasn’t came up sooner than now.”

Bucky shakes his head, adjusting Sarah so she’s lying against his chest, head tucked into the crook of her neck. She sighs quietly, gripping his shirt as he pats her back, trying to lull her to sleep. “We haven’t talked about it. I’m kind of terrified to tell her I want one. I’m afraid she won’t want to have a baby with me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not exactly the best guy to have a child with, Steve.” Bucky raises his metal arm, giving his best friend a pointed look. Steve gives him one back, looking between Bucky and his daughter.

“I don’t know, man. Seems like you’re father material to me.” Steve nods his head at Sarah, watches the way her eyes flutter open and closed as she dances on the edge of sleep. Bucky’s holding her with his left arm, unafraid of touching her with it. “You’ve been a godsend with this one. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Bucky turns his head, pleased, hiding his blushing face in Sarah’s hair.

“Talk to her, Buck. You never know, she may want one, too.”

It’s later that night when Bucky broaches the topic. You’re sat astride his hips, book in hand as you read quietly out loud. It’s a little routine you and Bucky have - the two of you start a book together and take turns reading a chapter out loud each night until it’s finished, you sitting on top of him as one of you read. It serves as a relaxing tradition for Bucky, something to help him calm his mind before he drifts off into dreamland.

Only his mind isn’t settling into that tranquility he’s used to. While you read of Daenerys and her plans to take back the Iron Throne, Bucky’s mind is a million miles away, stuck in a fantasy of long, sleepless nights filled with shrill cries of an infant.

“You okay?” you set the book on the nightstand, cupping his face with a furrow to your brows. He leans into your touch, rubbing his stubbled cheek against your palm as he bites down on his lip. He seems so unsure of himself, almost terrified to speak his thoughts aloud. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

“I...want a baby.” he mumbles quietly. His hands are trembling just the slightest bit against where they rest on your hips. “I want to have a baby. With you.”

You’re quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in, and he’s just about ready to bolt when you smile, soft and serene in the low lights of your bedroom. “How’s it that you always know how to read my mind?”

“You want one?” Bucky asks. Hope blossoms in his chest. “For how long?”

“From the first time I saw you hold Sarah. I couldn’t help but think about that being our baby.” you tell him. “I just didn’t think you were ready yet.”

You laugh as Bucky flips you over, his body bracketing yours as he presses eager, happy kisses to your face. “I’ve wanted one for so long.” he admits. The kiss he graces your lips with is heart-achingly sweet, a slow, loving drag of his mouth against yours. His flesh hand slides under your shirt, lying flat against your stomach, caressing the skin there. “Wanted to see you carrying our kid; I’ve even dreamed about it.”

“We can make those dreams come true.” The smile that spreads across his face makes your breath catch in your throat. It’s one of pure, unveiled joy, his sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” his voice is incredulous, filled with disbelief. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“You’ve gotta put one in me, first.” you tease, giggling. His grin turns darker at that, tinged at the edges with lust. His hips roll into yours and you gasp, feeling him already half-hard.

“I can do that.” he promises.

Bucky slides a pillow underneath your hips, spreading your legs apart gently. His naked form slots between your thighs. He crowds in a close as he can, uncut cock brushing against your bare cunt, making the two of you whimper.

“Are you sure?” he asks quietly. As one, you sneak twin glances at the nightstand, knowing all too well that more than one box of condoms sits in there. Even after all this time of being together, he’s never once pushed into you bare, always wanting to be cautious, responsible.

“Please.” you push against him, feeling the head of his dick press between your folds. “Fuck me.”

He kisses you softly, shaking his head. “I’m not gonna fuck you, babygirl.” he whispers. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

"You said those same words to me on our wedding night.” you remind him. He smiles at the memory.

“Oh my god..” the words are spoken in unison, eyes wide and chest heaving a Bucky makes that first thick slide into you. His arms are shaking beside either side of your head, nearly giving out as pleasure threatens to consume him.

“You feel fuckin’ amazing.” he breathes out against your lips. “Fuck, we should’ve got rid of the rubbers sooner.”

You can only nod in agreement, tipping your head back as a moan gets stuck in your throat.

“You okay, baby? Is this good?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” your hands wrap around his biceps, squeezing as he grinds against you, keeping his hips snug against yours while he drags his cock back and forth as slow as he can manage. He groans lowly as you clench around him.

It’s torture to keep this slow pace, but it kills him in the best way.

His flesh hand slips between your bodies to circle your clit as he lavishes kisses to your neck, panting against your skin. “I love you.” he moans out. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” you whimper back. You tried to push harder against him, to get him to fuck you harder and faster but he merely shook his head, hand leaving your little button of nerves to press you down into the mattress. The lack of contact makes you whine.

“Gotta go slow, baby.” he murmurs in your ear. “Won’t touch you like you want if you can’t do that for me. Let me love on you like you deserve.”

He released your hip with a firm look, fingers spread across your pubic mound as he returned his thumb to your clit, hips gyrating in fluid, languid motions. Your body shook with the effort of keeping still, strained, quiet whines falling from your lips. “That’s it, baby.” he praises, kissing your lips. “So good for me.”

“Look at me when you come, babygirl.” your husband urges. Both of you are moaning uncontrollably now, sharing the same breaths as you look into each other’s eyes. “I w-wanna see you - fuck - I wanna see you fall apart.”

It only takes a handful of precise, unhurried thrusts before you’re arching into him, gripping his shoulders for dear life as you moan out his name. He tumbles over the cliff a few moments after, eyes screwing shut as he grunts, drawing in a ragged gasp as he fucks out his orgasm.

Bucky falls limp against you, a boneless mess as he smothers you with his body. You run your hand through his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple as he comes down from his high.

It’s a few minutes before either of you gather the energy to speak. Bucky’s the one to break the silence, kissing your collarbone with a sated smiled. “Think that was the one?”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

Now that you and Bucky are trying for a baby, it seems as if his sex drive has gone through the roof. He takes you every chance he gets, no matter the time or place - the bedroom, kitchen, shower, backseat of the car, closet; virtually anywhere he can get a little semblance of privacy.

You’re cuddling on the couch when his hand slides underneath the hem of your dress. He brushes against the front of your underwear and you whimper. You grab his wrist, closing your thighs against his sly fingers as you shake your head. “What’s wrong?” he asks. He’s tense behind you, afraid of what he’s done.

“I’m sore.” you admit quietly. He’s already had you three times today, once that morning and then a round after he came back from the gym, immediately followed by another in the shower.

You love him, you really do, but it’s really difficult to keep up with an enthusiastic, stamina-blessed super soldier trying to have a baby.

“Fuck,” he breathes out quietly, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, doll.”

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“i just...really want this.” he mutters. “I want a baby so bad.”

“These things take time. It’ll happen eventually. We’ve just gotta be patient.”

He slides his hand out of your dress, rubbing circles against your stomach with a sigh.

Positive.

The test was fucking positive. You couldn’t help the tears that pooled in your eyes as you stared at the plastic test, smiling at the two little lines that showed you were growing a life inside of you.

Bucky paced outside the bathroom door, hands running through his hair anxiously. “What is it?” he called, anticipation bubbling in his chest. He had to know. The wait was killing him.

You opened the door slowly, and when Bucky saw the expression on your face, the happy incredulity, the joy that surged through his body made him weak at the knees. “Oh my god.” he said. “You’re....?”

You nod, and then there were tears streaming down his cheeks, too. He dropped to his knees in front of you, lifting up your shirt so he could kiss your belly. He was smiling so wide it hurt.

“We’re gonna be parents.” he cried out happily. “I’m gonna be a dad.”

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