Stucky One-Shots (Angst, Fluff, Smut)

To be in love with someone (who could never love you)

hello, this is a part two for the one-shot "Sick and full of pride," and it was a request from my ao3 account to continue. check out my account if you want to, the username is the same.

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This unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult, and cyanide in my Styrofoam cup, I can never make him love me. It's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

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Gripping his backpack strap in one hand, Steve knocked on Bucky's front door. Shuffling came from behind the door before it swung open, revealing Bucky in a well-fitting flannel and ripped skinny jeans. He sported a relaxed, confident smile.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," echoed Steve.

Bucky stepped to the side and held the door open. Steve walked in hesitantly; no matter how many times he'd come over, he would always be a little uncertain of his place at Bucky's house. They'd spent a lot of time at his house when they dated; Steve used to feel like it was his home too, but not after they broke up.

"Wanna go to my room?" asked Bucky

Oh. They were starting right away. Okay.

"Sure."

Steve followed his friend up the stairs after removing his shoes. Dropping his backpack on the ground, he didn't know what to do with himself, so he stood awkwardly. He watched Bucky sit on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide. Tilting his head to the side, Bucky quirked an eyebrow expectantly.

"Well, aren't you gonna show me what you got?"

He was referring to the sex toys in Steve's bag. They had talked about Steve bringing them the next time they slept together, and it was a little humiliating for Steve. Sure, he had used them when they had sex over the phone or if they were video chatting, but never in person. He had never shown anyone his toys before (with the exception of his plug), and he had never used them with another person. This was all new for him. It was new for both of them. Uncharted territory, and it could be great or a total disaster.

Blushing, Steve unzipped his backpack. He pulled out two items: a dildo and a bundle of rope. That certainly wasn't the extent of Steve's (growing) sex toy collection, but it was what he decided to bring along with him.

"This is embarrassing," muttered Steve, his stomach churning uncomfortably. He hated the weird formality of the situation, how it was awkward and felt like a presentation. The air was thick with sexual tension.

"Why's that, baby doll?" Bucky's face showed a mix of amusement and concern.

"I-I don't know...."

The smirk on Bucky's face fell as he asked, "Do you wanna stop?"

"No, of course not—I'm just nervous... that's all."

The grin was back as soon as Steve answered the question. He beckoned his friend closer and gestured to his lap, to which Steve happily complied. The toy and rope landed on the bed beside them. Head a little dizzy from the feeling of a hard member pressing against his ass, he mewled when a hand wrapped around his throat, adding to the stimulation.

"Did you do as I asked?" rumbled Bucky, tightening his hold on Steve's neck briefly before releasing and allowing his partner to speak.

"Yes, Sir."

"That's a good boy."

Steve wiggled, flustered. He ducked his head, playing with the edges of Bucky's shirt.