Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Mine*

It was Friday and you were returning from a rather uneventful night out with Wanda and Nat. The girls had been taking you out every weekend because, in their opinion, you needed to have fun...between the sheets. And their only solution was plowing you with drinks and being your wing women at whatever bar they had chosen that night.

It wasn't like you were a prude. You had sex. You enjoyed sex. But over the past year it just hadn't appealed to you. You were focused on other, more important things. Like not jumping into bed with your hot as sin mission partner, Bucky Barnes. Sleeping with your partner was a very, very bad idea. But it made it all the more appealing.

You pulled your heels off as soon as you reached the floor your room was located on. You padded quietly down the hall towards your room trying not to wake up the others who were located on your floor. As the last member added to the Avengers roster, you were left sharing a floor with Bucky, Sam, and Steve. You paused outside your door, trying to get your key in the lock, when you heard someone softly say your name.

The alcohol must have gotten to you more than you thought. You had to be hallucinating. It was two in the morning, none of the guys would be up. Then you heard it again, the faint sound of your name coming from across the hall.

Bucky?

Maybe he was having a nightmare. You opened your door and dropped your stuff onto the table next to it and then turned back around into the hallway. You walked closer to Bucky's door and listened. He said your name again, this time a bit louder than before, followed by a grunt. You were debating going in to check on him. If he was having a nightmare, you wanted to make sure he was okay. But then you heard it.

"Such a good fucking girl for me." He moaned.

It was muffled, but there was no mistaking what he had said.

"What the fuck?" You whispered.

Was he having a sex dream? About you?!

Surely not. He was a fucking Adonis. With muscles carved from granite and a smile that beamed like the sun. He couldn't be dreaming about you. Your hand hovered over the door handle, waiting to see if he said anything else. A few more grunts and some indistinguishable words later, you decided to sneak into his room to wake him.

You twisted the knob and gently opened the door. Stepping into his room, you quietly gasped and your hand flew up to your mouth. Bucky laid on the bed, completely naked, cock in hand. His other hand was fisted into the sheet beneath him and his eyes were squeezed shut. His hand languidly stroked his massive length and his teeth were clasping his bottom lip tightly.

"Fuck, Y/n." His breathy voice broke through the room.

The air suddenly felt thick and you felt wetness pool between your legs at the delicious sight in front of you. This couldn't be happening. He had to be thinking of someone else with the same name. Yeah, that had to be it. He wasn't thinking about you. There was never any indication from him that he was attracted to you. If that was the case though, that meant you were watching as he got himself off to some other woman. That made you feel like a creep.

Bucky still hadn't noticed you, so you slowly backed towards his door, ready to forget everything you just saw. You'd never be able to look him in the eye again, but at least he wouldn't know why. As you crept backwards, your elbow bumped against his dresser causing several of the contents on top to fall. Your eyes darted towards Bucky in time to see his eyes pop open.

"Y/n!" He grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it over his lap.

Your eyes widened in horror as you watched him scramble to his feet. He wrapped the sheet around him and took a step towards you.