Stucky smut +18 Oneshots

CHP 8. Steve, I need you~ {SMUT}

"It might make you feel better buck. You never know" Steve said as he stood in front of his best friend, bringing his hand to his face as he swept a stray of hair behind bucky's ear. The gesture made bucky get chills that ran down his spine. Bucky had a nightmare like he always did. It happened every night and it was mentally and physically killing him.

He hated not having good sleep because he would be annoyed and stressed out the next day. Bucky felt blush creep up onto his cheeks as he looked down at the ground. Steve made bucky feel so many things. He felt so flustered and had butterflies that would fly around in his stomach when being around his best friend Steve.

He remembered when they would kiss each other and make have sex with each other when they were younger back in Brooklyn when they either couldn't get sleep or were bored out of there damn minds. He remembered how amazing it felt when he would push Steve onto the bed and let his hands roam his body as he kissed him hard.

He would stroke Steve's cock in his hand until he was panting like a god damn baby. He would hold his hands above his head, grip his neck, hold him down, make him cum over and over again until there was no cum left in him. He almost shuddered while thinking about the memories that popped in his head, but Steve was smaller then, more slim, all skinny, and bucky was taller and fit then. They were older now, bigger and stronger, fit and taller. But to bucky's luck Steve was taller than him now.

"I-...." Bucky said, pausing for a moment. "I don't mind but don't you think it's weird since ya' know........we're not like in a relationship" bucky said as he stood there in front of the blonde haired man. Steve smirked a little, seeing the nervous vibe radiating off of Bucky's body. The way bucky stood there, his arms wrapped around his waist, rocking side to side gently made Steve just want to kiss him hard like he did when they were younger.

He shook his head. "Buck, I know you remember. We weren't even in a relationship back then and we did it" Steve said, staring at bucky who turned his head to look at Steve. Bucky felt his body heat up, hands becoming clammy and warm. The back of his neck felt hot and so did his chest and maybe just his groin. God, Steve was already making bucky hard.

He didn't understand how, or why he already was but it very much surprised him. "That's true........." Bucky said, looking away again as the eye contact was almost becoming to much for the brunette. He couldn't stare at people for long, it just made him feel weird and embarrassed inside. But when he stared at Steve, he felt a different feeling, like he was more nervous. Steve stepped just one step closer, brushing bucky's hair back with his finger once more.

"So?" Steve said, looking bucky's soft blue eyes that sparkled from the lamp that sat in the room that they were standing in. Bucky came to Steve after the nightmare, told him all about it, telling him how it was about how he fell of the train over and over again, feeling like he could almost feel the pain again. It was terrible. Bucky's hands still were shaking some but as he stood in the room with Steve for about forty minutes now, he felt a lot better than he did.

Bucky again, looked back at Steve. He bit his lip, deciding. "Yeah.." bucky said, looking up into Steve's eyes and then to his soft plump pink lips that looked awfully kissable right now. He knew that since they were best friends it was strange to do something like this, but he had full on feelings for thas man, ever since he was younger.

Steve did to. Ever since they met when they were in school back when they were just teenagers, he's had big feelings for him. Steve looked down at bucky lips and leaned closer. "Okay~" he whispered lowly. Bucky almost maoned right there but as soon as he was about to, lips came crashing onto his and he couldn't help but melt into it.

His mind was screaming at him, thoughts running through his head as he thought of all the things steve would do to him, how he would push him on the bed and make him whimper and maon like an animal. Grip his neck as he held his hands above his head and kissed him hard. How he could ram into him so hard that he was screaming his name on the top of his lungs until his throat became dry and raspy.