Night Terrors - Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: smut! slight angst, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex (dont be a loner, cover your boner)
Request: Hi! I have a request for a Bucky fic where the reader was best friends with Buck and Steve in the 40s (she somehow got the serum or something to preserve her like the boys) and the team calls her in to help Bucky with his bad Hydra memories. smut or fluff or both, whatever you think. I know you’ll write the best thing!!
“We need you. Somethings wrong with Bucky.”
You raced to the tower. Your feelings were overwhelming.
They hadn’t informed you on what was going on. You didn’t really care, you just needed him to be okay.
Steve and Bucky are the only remnants of your former life before the 21st century.
If you ever lost them, you dont know what you'd do.
When you got to the isolated tower, you ran in.
You spotted Steve, pacing.
"Where is he? Is he alright? Whats wrong?"
"Nightmares. He wont talk to me. Hes in his room."
Once you got to his room, you knocked lightly, not wanting to startle him.
He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.
When your eyes met, he looked different. His eyes were clouded and red.
"Distract me." He whimpered.
"Do you want to talk?" You sat next to him.
You were cut off by him turning toward you and cupping your face.
"I need to be back in the 40s. How we used to be."
The two of you were never truly a couple. You had done it several times back then but ever since, nothing had happened.
"Are you sure?" You asked.
You climbed on his lap and grabbed the back of his neck. You looked into his eyes, hoping to see the same old Bucky from the 40s, happy.
You were met with something darker.
He crashed his lips into yours, and you moved quickly with him.
His lips traveled to your jaw and then your neck.
"You know, darling, ive missed this." He mumbled.
"Oh god me too." You whimpered when his lips continued to trail down to your collarbone.
He pulled down your shirt lower and lower until her just ripped it off. He was more rough than he used to be. His hands tightly gripped your hips and flipped you under him.
He trailed his lips down your stomach, leave red and purple bites all over. Once he met your hips, he hesitated to pull off your leggings. You kicked off your shoes and gave him the look.
He practically ripped off your pants and you whimpered realizing how clothed he was.
He took off his shirt, grimacing his metal arm.
You quickly distracted him by kissing down his torso, kneeling right before him.
Your hands quickly worked their way to his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down to his ankles along with his underwear.
You saw his ready cock and licked your lips in anticipation.
As you began to pump his member, you made eye contact with the brooding man.
You kitten-licked his tip, and then licked a solid stripe down his shaft.
"Doll just like that." He grumbled out.
You began to take him in your mouth, trying your best to fit all of him.
He threw his head back, his mouth open, panting. His eyes were squinted shut and he looked in pure bliss.
You kept going, hollowing your cheeks, he was clearly getting on edge quickly.
His hands were tangled in your hair, a makeshift ponytail made but not used to guide you. You were in control.
He was about to cum, and thats why you were so suprised when he pulled you off of him.
"Not yet." He mumbled, gesturing for you to stand up.
You did as told and faced him.
He wasted no time discarding your bra, and pushing you against the wall, rubbing your soaking panties.
"You're absolutely drenched for me, arent ya, doll." He smirked cockily.
"Just fuck me already, Bucky." You whimpered.
"No need to ask twice." He pulled down your panties, kissing your thighs slopily before coming back up to you.
He picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. He quickly entered you and you yelped.
He wasted no time before pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back in again.
The room echoed with the sound of your skin slapping together, your yells and moans, and buckys grunting and groaning.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your legs feeling completely numb and limp.
You could barely hold on to his waist anymore.
"Bucky. Bed." You sputtered out.
He quickly did as told, without even pulling out. He began to pound into you in missionary position.
Your back arched up to almost reach his chest. Your toes curled.
"God, Bucky." You moaned.
"Fuck! Bucky!" You yelled.
He knew what it meant. You were almost there.
The two of you switched positions so you were riding him.
His hands latched on to your hips, guiding you back and forth as you grinded down on him.
You began to shake and sputter as your finish came over you. You tried to keep going to keep him satisfied but you couldnt manage it.
He lifted you up, moving his hips to ride you through it, and at the same time, his orgasm washed over him.
"Oh, fuck." He spilled himself into you, groaning and gasping.
You rolled over onto the bed, getting yourself dressed.
"That was amazing." He said.
"It was incredible, but i gotta go so no one gets suspicious."
He nodded, knowingly. You grabbed your bra and panties, searching for your top.
"Shit. You ripped my shirt, remember."
"Well now theyre definitely gonna know."
"So just stay. Who cares." He persuaded, grabbing his boxers and putting them on.
"Do you really want me to?"
"I would love you to, doll." He said, grabbing you and pulling you to the bed.
He hugged you close to his chest.
"I always will be." You mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.
"Is everything alri- what?!" Steve barged in the room.
Your faces immediately turned beat red.
You looked at Bucky trying to think of an explanation why you were both on his bed, cuddling, in your underwear.
"Well, this really is just like the 40s." You said, referencing the first time the two of you did it, and Steve walked in.
"Nice job, Captain Cant Knock." Bucky shook his head, laughing
