Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Candyman Pt. 3*

Bucky woke up to the sun shining through the cracks around his curtains. He turned his head to look at the clock and saw it was ten in the morning. Normally he would've been up for hours by now, but not this morning. This morning he awoke with your head on his chest and your naked body molded to his. This morning he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders and be replaced with your arm slung over his torso and your legs tangled with his.

He smiled down at your sleeping form and tightened his arm around you. Your cheek nuzzled against his chest and a sigh of contentment parted your lips. When he brought you back to his room, he couldn't keep his hands off of you and you didn't seem to want him to. He talked to you for hours afterwards, even after you had fallen asleep. Once he started, he couldn't stop. Over seven decades of words spilled from him. Everything he had wanted to say to you since he sent his last letter, everything he kept locked tight in the confines of his own mind, was left hanging in the darkness of the night. He fought sleep until he couldn't stay awake any longer, afraid that when he woke in the morning you would have faded away into nothing more than a very vivid hallucination.

Bucky leaned down and kissed your forehead then slipped stealthily from the bed and went to the bathroom. When he came out, you were stretched out in the middle of the bed, hair tousled and arm outstretched to Bucky's side of the bed. He didn't think he could ever get used to waking up with you in his arms or seeing you asleep in his bed. You began to stir as he continued to watch you. Your arms stretched above your head causing the sheet that was covering you to slip below your breasts. Bucky sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on his bottom lip.

"Morning, doll." His voice was low and seductive as he spoke.

As if you weren't sure where you were, you sat straight up in the bed and pulled the sheet to your chin as you looked around with wide eyes. You glanced around the room until your eyes settled on Bucky. You sighed in relief and fell back on the bed. Bucky chuckled as he came over to lay beside you.

"Forget where you were?" Bucky asked and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Not really."

"Not really?"

"Part of me was sure that last night was a dream." You whispered.

"I know what you mean. I didn't want to fall asleep because I was afraid you'd be gone when I woke up."

"Everything about this is so surreal. I think I just need time to process everything."

"When you say time, do you mean with me around or—or by yourself?" Bucky asked worriedly.

"You trying to get rid of me, Bucky?"

"N-No! I just want to make sure to give you space if that's what you need. I don't want to be apart from you, but if that's what you need then I'm willing to do it for you...as long as I still get to see you from time to time."

You rolled over on your side to face him and grinned.

"Lucky for you I don't need space."

You leaned in and kissed him. When you tried to pull back, Bucky held you to him. His tongue pushed into your mouth, tangling with yours, as he rolled you onto your back and trapped you with his weight. When he finally let you breathe, you laughed.

"Haven't you had enough? We had sex six times last night!"

"Not enough. Need to make up for lost time." Bucky said as he pressed quick kisses to your lips.

Bucky trailed kisses along your neck and collarbones which were already covered with faint purple bruises from the night before. He licked up your throat and grasped your breast, tweaking your nipple. His hips rolled against your dampening pussy with only the sheet to prevent him from entering you. You wanted to protest, but the need forming between your legs was becoming harder to ignore the more his cock rubbed against you.