Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Dreams*

Fuck me, Bucky.

Bucky woke up hard...again. It was the fourth time this week and it was always the same dream. You were splayed on his bed, naked and wet, waiting for him. He always woke up right as the tip of his cock entered you. Frustrated, he pushed the sheet off of him and gripped himself in his hand as he imagined how the dream would end. His hand glided up and down his cock until he came groaning your name. Bucky cleaned up and walked to the kitchen to grab breakfast, not in the mood to talk to either of his roommates.

"Morning, Buck." Steve called from the table.

Bucky grunted in response and grabbed what he needed to make a bowl of cereal.

"Who peed in your Cheerios?" Sam asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Fuck off, Sam."

"He's been in a bad mood for the last week. What's going on with you?" Steve set his bowl in the sink and looked over at Bucky who had propped himself against the counter to eat.

"Nothing's wrong. Just didn't sleep good."

"Maybe it has to do with the moaning coming from his room the last few nights. Who's Y/n?" Sam smirked at him.

Bucky's eyes went wide. Had he really moaned your name loud enough in his sleep for them to hear?

"She's just someone I work with." Bucky said dismissively.

"That you just happen to have sex dreams about?" Steve arched an eyebrow at Bucky before realization sat in. "Wait, is she the one you're always talking about? The one your boss calls your work wife?"

"Ya know what, it's too early for this shit. Don't act like neither of you have never had a sex dream about someone you've worked with!"

Bucky poured out the rest of his cereal and placed his bowl in the sink.

"I haven't." Sam said.

"Neither have I." Steve agreed.

"Fuck you both. I'm going to work."

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"Hey, Bucky!"

Bucky smiled and looked up from his computer screen as you walked in and set a cup of coffee down on his desk. You always looked so beautiful with minimal makeup and hair that somehow looked perfectly coiffed while still having the bed head look. Bucky loved your smile the most though. The way you smiled at him made him feel special, like it was reserved for him only.

"Morning, doll. What's this for?" He picked up the cup and took a sip.

"You brought me coffee yesterday, so I'm just returning the favor."

"I didn't get you coffee expecting you to repay me, Y/n."

"I know, but I wanted to."

Your voice was soft and it reminded Bucky of the dream he had been having all week.

Fuck me, Bucky.

"I, uh, I have a few calls I need to make this morning. We still on for lunch?" Bucky asked avoiding eye contact with you.

"Of course. I'll see you in a few hours." You waved as you exited his office.

He quickly rushed over to his office door, pushed it shut, and leaned back against it. How the fuck was he hard again? You had barely said anything to him and his body was reacting like a teenager going through puberty. He spent the next fifteen minutes thinking of all the disgusting things in the world to get rid of the bulge in his pants. How was he supposed to get through lunch with you when all he could think about was his damn dream?