Stucky smut hehehehehe. these are very detailed smut one shots, so please remember that. hope you enjoy you dirty b**ches. Btw, not all spelling is going to be perfect and most of these are smut, some are slight smut, some even have self harm, PTSD...
In this CHP, bucky looks like civil war Bucky And Steve looks like infinity war Steve ;)
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This is what they look like. But in this one shot they have sweat pants on and long sleeve shirts on. Or you can imagine any outfit. It's up to you ;)
Steve is touchy with everyone. He hugs everyone, calls them nicknames, flirts, etc, etc. It's nothing new at all. Everyone is used to it by now.
But for Bucky, god he just can't get enough of it. It's worse when he's around though. Steve will always lean in his ear and moan, or tell him something dirty to just be an absolute flirt. He would smack his ass just to be a jerk. Steve would always laugh at how flushed Bucky would get, but how could he not get all flustered and help the blush that would creep over his face, making his face hot.
He would sometimes go to his room at night after saying goodnight to everyone and Steve and when he did reach his room and close the door behind him, he would groan loudly, his feelings all over the place like he could explode. He wanted to just slam Steve up against a wall and fuck him, but Steve didn't feel that way towards him. He knew he didn't. Steve wouldn't just mess around with him constantly like that if he had a mad crush on him like he did on Steve. Right?
Did it piss Bucky off that Steve would always mess with him like that? Nah, not one bit. He was grateful that Steve did that with him, because it just felt so right, but he knew deep down it was wrong because Steve didn't like him, so that was that. But was Bucky right though...Steve always messed with him the most and always was playful with him, so maybe he was wrong. Fuck, he didn't know anymore.
Bucky stood there in the kitchen on his phone as he waited for his coffee to make. It was pretty early. It was only seven twenty and he was standing there wide awake. He did this most of the time around this time, but that's basically because he can hardly ever get sleep because of his nightmares that would last all night. PTSD was Bucky's middle name that's for sure, and it killed him mentally.
He heard a click of a door opening and he quickly looked to his right to see Steve walking out of his room. Bucky basically gulped and looked back down at his phone, trying to get his mind off of Steve and try to pay attention to his phone and the sound of the coffee brewing. Steve walked out of his room and saw Buck look at him and down at his phone quickly. He knew what the problem was but didn't speak of it. He waved to Buck slightly, even though he couldn't see him. "Hey Buck" Steve said in a raspy voice.
