With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

A concussion. A fucking concussion. That and a couple of stitches were all I had to show from my week in hell. My body still hurt like a bitch; bruises and scratches peppered my torso, legs, and face but all I had to show for keeping my mouth shut was a concussion.

I wasn't actually mad about it, I was more relieved than anybody else that I hadn't suffered any broken bones, but right now I was trying to distract myself.

Five days had passed since I got back to the compound and I had refused to spend more than one of them in the 'Hospital' area. No way, not gonna happen. The only issue was my nightmares, Since I had gotten back they had just been getting worse and worse, and tonight I didn't even want to try to sleep, afraid of what I might see or hear when I closed my eyes.

I had woken up twice last night, explosions firing in my ears and my heart rate much higher than any healthy person's. I had even thought that I was going to throw up again so I found myself sitting by the toilet at 2 am. Not fun.

Pacing up and down in my bedroom probably wasn't very productive, but I didn't have much else to do. I had already re-arranged my room three times, watched six Romcoms, and beaten Peter at Mario kart twice but now that it was after 10 pm, I didn't really want to wake anybody else up.

Not only was I completely exhausted but I wasn't allowed to train or swim for another two-and-a-half weeks (or until Bruce cleared me for physical activity and missions) and that was almost the worst thing of all.

The whole thing was a shitshow.

As I walked between the walls of my room, I could only think of one thing to do to make myself feel better.

Bucky.

Was I currently super horny? No. 
Did I find myself becoming instantly needy in his presence? You bet your fucking ass.

Shit. Now I was thinking about his ass and I actually was horny. How do I end up in these situations?

Making up my mind, I stormed through my door and walked quickly towards his room.

Self-control? Don't know her.

As I burst through the door, I saw him lying shirtless on his bed with a book in his hands, his gorgeous grey sweatpants hugging his hips and exposing his V-lines. Thank fuck for the person who invented grey sweatpants. 

"Hey, Doll..." He began, only managing to get a few words out before I locked the door behind me and started stalking towards him. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to get fucked.

Before either of us could say anything else, I found myself on top of him, my legs straddling his thighs as one of his hands grabbed firmly onto my hip while the other gently caressed my cheek and brought my mouth closer to his.

The moment our lips connected, I felt a wave of emotion wash through me. Every emotion I had been repressing since I first got kidnapped seemed to hit me at once in the chest and I found my breathing grow heavier with panic.

The tips of his fingers tangled themselves in my hair as he pulled me farther on top of him to deepen the kiss as my tongue delved into his mouth and  I began to move my hips over his quickly hardening dick.

I felt a slight pricking at my eyes, a familiar feeling but I pressed it back again only for it to resurface almost immediately as Bucky's lips re-joined mine after pausing to catch his breath.

His other hand left my hip and started to trace up and down my body, chipping away at the barrier I had put between myself and my emotions.

I felt a tear leave my eye, it rolled slowly down my cheek before dropping down onto Bucky's. Immediately, he pulled away, looking me in the eye as I wiped away the evidence and leaned back in to kiss him again.

"Y/n/n..." He whispered, gently holding me back.

Another tear rolled down my cheek, this time it was brushed away by him.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asked softly, his eyes shining with concern.

With that, the floodgates to my emotions broke away and I found myself latching onto his strong body for support as heavy sob after heavy sob racked through my body, each one feeling like it was physically hurting me like a stab to the chest.

"Shhh," He whispered in my ear, holding me tightly to his chest and stroking a hand over my hair. "I've got you, I've got you." 

"N-n- It's the n-nightmares." I cried between sobs as my body shook against him. "I can't sleep, they-they're so much worse."

"I know, Y/n/n, I know." He replied, kindly.

"I don't know what to do..." I admitted, huddled in his embrace.

"Stay." He answered, "Stay with me, you haven't had one with me, stay here."

My heart stopped and I looked up at him. Really?

"Please, it would help me out to know that you're safe, It would help everyone."

Overwhelmed by his support, another sob broke through my lips. It was different from the others, it felt safe.

"Please just stay." he begged again.

I could almost see the smile form on his lips when I nodded and I felt him lift me under the comforter and pull me into him.

"It's not too much of a problem?" I asked, I really didn't mean to intrude.

"Go to sleep, Doll." He whispered, pulling me closer into his arms.

"I don't forgive you yet, for what you said." I mumbled through the dark, "I still hate you."

"I think I would judge you if you didn't" He chuckled, his chest pressed firmly against my back.

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