Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

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"And sent." You murmured to yourself and set your phone down on your nightstand.

Your boyfriend, Bucky, had been gone on a mission for the last three weeks and it was taking a toll on you mentally...and sexually. If someone were to ask you to explain your sex life in one word, without hesitation, your response would be active. If they gave you two words, then it would be extremely active. You were talking 'can't keep your hands to yourself, giving him hand jobs under the blanket at movie night' active.

Your vibrator had been doing a hell of a job keeping up since Bucky left, but it just wasn't doing it for you anymore. You had asked Bucky for a little verbal assistance, but he said he couldn't since him and Steve were in such close quarters. You pouted, but he wouldn't give in. So, you took matters into your own hands.

You threw on your sexiest outfit and had a little photo shoot in your room. All those TikTok's of different boudoir poses were really paying off. Once you got the shots you wanted, including some where you were covered with your sheet but could definitely tell you were naked underneath, you sent them to Bucky and were now waiting on him to message you back. You knew you were being a brat and that he'd more than likely punish you when he got home, but right now you were so pent up that you didn't give a shit. You just wanted to hear his voice telling you what he was going to do to you while you fucked yourself.

After twenty minutes, you got tired of waiting and decided to see what Nat and Wanda were up to. They were getting ready to go grab a drink and asked if you wanted to come with them. You checked your phone and saw that you had no new messages or calls, so you agreed to go for one drink. One drink ended up turning into two and two into three, it continued until you were all stumbling back into the compound at one in the morning. You hadn't had a chance to see if Bucky had said anything because your phone died while you were at the bar. You walked into your room and plugged your phone up.

While it came back on, you got ready for bed. You scrubbed your face of your makeup and pulled your dress off, replacing it with one of Bucky's t-shirts. You climbed into bed and snagged your phone off the nightstand and your eyes grew wide. There were about ten missed calls and twenty-six text messages, all from Bucky. You opened your messages and read through the first few.

Bucky: What the fuck, Y/n!

Bucky: Not that I don't love seeing your body, but Steve was right next to me. I freaked out and fumbled my phone barely catching it before it hit the ground.

Bucky: I'm pretty sure Steve saw at least the first picture because he keeps smirking at me and asking how you're doing.

Bucky: Doll, answer your phone.

Bucky: Y/n, if you don't answer you won't be able to sit for a whole week once I get home.

Bucky: Alright, have it your way, baby girl.

Bucky: Steve said he got a drunk call from Nat and you went out with her and Wanda. Are you okay?

Bucky: After being such a brat all night, I'm really going to enjoy tying you to the bed and showing you what happens to bad girls who don't listen.

You read the rest of the messages and were about to reply when your phone vibrated in your hand again. Bucky's name popped up on the screen and you answered quickly.

"Hey baby, sorry I didn't answer sooner. My phone died while I was out."

"I don't wanna hear your excuses, Y/n. Right now I want you to shut up and listen to me. Steve is out patrolling our perimeter, so I don't have long. Are you in bed, doll?"

"Yes." You breathed out at his commanding tone.

"Good. Let me guess, you're in nothing but one of my shirts and your panties, aren't you?"