Marvel Smut OneShots

Love you babe (bucky)

"Oh god Bucky. God you're perfect. Yes. Yes just like that. Oh gooooood Bucky." You say in your dream. You were dreaming of your husband Bucky screwing you senseless with such force and speed you thought you'd explode with all the pleasure.

Waking up, you see Bucky lying next to you in bed with a massive smirk. Feeling your face heat up you decide to just turn away and face the wall in hopes that he will think you were going back to sleep.

"Hey babe..." Bucky says, shaking you lightly. "You were talking in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?" He adds, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Sleepy Bucky." You mumble acting as if you're tired. "I know you're not. You were talking in your sleep for the third night in a row and you only talk in your sleep if it's a night terror or a pleasurable dream, and that didn't sound like a night terror." He says smugly.

"Never mind babe. I already know what you were dreaming about, but ya know... we've been married for over two years now.  If you want something, just say it." He says genuinely.

And with that said, he scoots closer to you on the bed so that his chest is against your back and his breath is on your neck. He blows a warm breath onto your neck and suddenly you're covered in goosebumps.

Bucky's arms creep over your side and find their way to the bottom of your shirt and you hear him mutter something along the lines of "oh no this won't do. It must go." And he begins to gently lift the shirt over your head.

When you refuse to move for him to take it off, he rips it in two and pulls the pieces apart. You reach up swiftly to cover your chest and he grabs your arms and pins them behind you.
"No babe. Don't cover an inch." He says gruffly.

He reaches around and you feel his cold metal arm begin to grope your breasts softly, coaxing a quiet moan from your lips.

After several minutes, his arms retreat and you whine in protest. His hands roam down to your pajama shorts and you flinch in response. "It's ok Babe. Let your loving husband fix you up yeah?" He says calmly.

"Mmm ok." You reply.
His fingers dance on your hips and you giggle slightly. His fingers slide into your waistband and trace down the front of your underwear.

"Eager huh?" He inquires smugly as he feels the dampness through your underwear. Your face turns a bright shade of pink as he slides his hand passed your underwear.

He teases you causing you to whine in sexual frustration. "Ughhhh Buck, cut the shit." You say angrily in need of release.

He slips one finger into you, then a second, and a third and he begins moving them in and out slowly at first but speeding up after several seconds.

Feeling your legs begin to go jelly, he stops and you protest in frustration. "Sorry babe. You aren't getting away that easily." He says in a sly tone. He flips you over and rips off your shorts and underwear.

He throws his boxers aside and grabs your hand, knowing that you're always timid when you first start out. He always grabs your hand and reassures you, also allowing you to bury your face in his shoulder.

The lines himself up and pushes in. Your grip tightens on his hand and you bury your face in his chest as your face squinches up in pain.

He lifts your face and kisses you deeply to distract from the pain as he starts to pump in and out. After several minutes the pain dissipates into bliss and you are both reaching cloud nine.

Throughout the room all you hear are loud moans, muffled curses, and skin on skin. Getting close to your climax you reach down and rub yourself to gain friction and he cms and you follow moments after, both of you remain panting and buck looks over to you and says "I love you babe."

"I love you too babe." You respond contently.