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It was almost cliché how you jumped around in front of the mirror to try and get your jeans to button. You looked frazzled in the mirror. Red, chubby cheeks and messed up hair from jumping around.
Seeing yourself like this was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. A little belly pushing out between the two sides of the fly. You have to suck in hard to even get them to button.
You hadn't meant to put on weight, but you also didn't mind it.
Bucky was usually a quiet man. Though it was rare for him to be this quiet.
You were in the kitchen getting more of those brownies you'd baked this morning. The living room was visible from here and you kept glancing at Bucky on the sofa. He looked almost transfixed and didn't even have the decency to look away when you stared back.
A predator — that's what he was looking like. A big cat stalking its prey. It was terrifying and exciting.
What had gotten him into this mood?
Two brownies should be enough, right? Usually you'd get one, but these ones just tasted so good. You added a third for Bucky. And then a scoop of ice cream just for the hell of it.
"Hungry?" Bucky asked as you snuggled against him again. The first bite was heaven.
You nodded. Were you even really hungry? You mostly wanted the taste.
"These are really good. Like brownies are good anyway, right? But I added some coffee to these and they're addicting."
Bucky chuckled as you pushed another big bite into your mouth.
"I can tell."
His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer. He'd always been handsy, but this was on another level. He grabbed you sides, your hips, slid down to your ass and pulled you impossibly closer.
"You look good."
His teeth scraped against your neck as he worked his way up to that spot underneath your jaw that he liked to suck on. The first brownie was already gone.
"I think the kids nowadays call it 'thick'."
Heat flushed through you. Of course, you'd been aware of the weight gain. How couldn't you? But to hear Bucky just say it plainly like that.
"You don't mind?" you asked. More to reassure yourself than actual worry.
"Honey, if I minded I wouldn't be keeping the freezer stocked with your favourite ice cream."
As if to emphasize his point he lightly bit the new little roll of fat under your chin.
"It wasn't really on purpose," you admitted. The last spoonful of ice cream melted on your tongue.
Bucky pulled you up and into his lap. Careful not to make you spill the last brownie.
"I really don't care."
He was staring at your belly, tracing the outline of your belly button with his thumb. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, pupils blown so badly, they looked almost black.
His fingers slipped underneath your shirt, one hand grabbed a good chunk of your belly while the other moved down to test the tightness of your waistband.
"That doesn't feel very comfortable," he commented. Bucky's fingers were wedged into your waistband and he had to lift your belly slightly to even get to the button. Then, it was a struggle to get the button through the hole. Stretched so tightly.
Your belly pushed down the zipper once Bucky undid the button. It looked so much bigger now. Reverently Bucky's hands roved over your belly. Squeezing here and there but clearly holding himself back.
"Can you finish that?" he pointed to the brownie, "I really don't want to make you spill anything."
With three big bites you finished the brownie and Bucky set the plate down on the coffee table. The way he was talking made you eager to follow his directions.
Immediately he was on you. Kneading your belly, careful of your overstuffed stomach, but also too into it to really hold back anymore. He pulled you up, up, up until you had to spread your thighs wide to sit in his lap.
"I can't wait until this snack turns into more fat too," Bucky said.
"I do too," you agreed.