Stucky smut +18 Oneshots

CHP 12. You like that princess~ {SMUT}

It was late at night, around twelve o'clock. Steve and bucky were not even tired, hell, they could stay up for another ten damn hours. They thought maybe it was the coffee they drank this morning, but that would have already worn off. It was odd that they both felt energized and wanted to do something.

Bucky sat on Steve's bed. He wanted to go back to his house but his dad was a shit bag. He was an asshole and today he yelled at him. Told him that he was worthless and other things. Sometimes he almost believed it because of how much his dad says it to him. He honestly does believe it though. He's a meaningless thing that lives on this planet.

He could die tomorrow and no one would know except Steve and his parents. He hated being treated so poorly by his father, but was glad that his mom treated him better than his dad. She didn't treat him a lot better, but she did more than his own dad. He couldn't go back there because he was scared of what that man could do to him.

His dad was abusive to him. Steve came walking out from the bathroom to see bucky ball up on his bed as he sat there playing with his fingers. He didn't understand why he was still here. He should be home and going to sleep. The steam from the bathroom slightly came into the room after Steve just got taking a shower. He had a colorful shirt on that had an alien ship on it and had red stripe pants on.

Bucky looked up at Steve, looking him up and down, thinking just how goddamn adorable he looked. He always told Steve that he shouldn't give a shit what people would think of him when at school or even in public. He told him all the time he should do what makes him happy. Steve sometimes even dressed up in girl clothes.

Bucky loved it a lot, even though he would never say that to Steve, he would just say to him 'you look good' with a smile. He always knew that when he said that it made Steve happy. "Bucky, aren't you supposed to be home?. It's getting late" Steve says, drying off the rest of his damp hair and then dropping the towel next to the bathroom door. Bucky looked down at his hands and nodded his head. That was it, just a nod.

Steve knew something was wrong and he knew it had to do something with his dad. He hated his dad, like really bad. That guy was a complete asshole to bucky, and only would treat his Mom nice. Steve walked up to him slowly and sat down in front of him.

Bucky looked up at Steve, feeling a little flustered from just how adorable the boy looked. He was so cute. His eyes were always so bright and happy. He was so cute when wearing baggy clothes. Bucky couldn't help but feel like he wanted to just lift Steve in his arms and hold him for hours. He was just a friend though, he couldn't do that. Even though he wishes they were more.

"Is it your Dad again?" Steve says softly. He could tell bucky cringed a little when he said 'dad' and he felt kinda guilty. Buck blinked his eyes and nodded his head, not wanting to lie to his best friend. He loved Steve too much to lie to him. Steve sighed and kept his eyes on bucky.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Bucky, after a few moments, remembering the times he did hurt him soon shook his head 'No' Steve saigh in relief and looked down at his lap. The room fell silent for a bit, just the two of them breathing in and out gently as they sat in comfortable silence. He hated seeing bucky scared to go back home. He hated seeing him upset. He just wanted to hold bucky and never let go.

He bit his lip, closing his for a second and then he looked back at bucky who was deep in thought about something, knowing it was most likely his father. He couldn't handle the bubble of sorrow and sadness running through him. Bucky's came to him plenty of times telling him he didn't want to stay home because he was scared to.

Steve held his gaze on bucky and reached his hand out to him. Bucky didn't notice anything at all. Steve frowned and then touched bucky's hand, feeling his soft hands under his. Bucky looked at their hands, looking at how Steve gently touched his. The way his thump rubbed over his knuckles, it made him smile slightly as he looked up at Steve.