Dirty MCU Imagines

Bucky x Reader

A strangled cry erupted from the body laying next to you. It was Bucky. He must have had another nightmare. He sat up in bed, trying to regulate his ragged breathing. You sat up with him, immediately going to stroke his hair - an act that normally soothed him.

"Bucky, it's okay. You're here with me, you're safe." You usually spoke whatever first came to mind after his nightmares, you found that as long as he heard your voice, he would come back to reality. However this time he looked at you with wide eyes, a look of guilt directed towards you. 

"I-I didn't mean to wake you, doll." You placed your hand on his flushed cheek.

"I don't mind. I know you're hurting, baby." He looked away as his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. 

"It..." He mumbled. "It was different this time." 

You furrowed your brow. "What do you mean?" Your hand was now rubbing circles on his shoulder. 

Bucky's breath shuddered with your touch, confusing you even more. This usually helped him. It wasn't until you caught sight of his pants, uncovered by the bed sheets from when he sat up, that you noticed what was happening. He was hard.

You began to understand. "You weren't having a nightmare, were you?" A smirk slowly settled onto your face. "What were you dreaming about?"

He looked at you, unimpressed with your teasing, before pulling you to straddle his lap. "I think you can use that pretty little head of yours to figure it out." 

"Hmm, but what if I don't want to?" You rolled your hips against his. He moaned, leaning his forehead against your chest as if to regain his senses. You laughed, pleased you could make him feel this way by doing practically nothing.  Suddenly you were on your back with Bucky hovering over you. He moved his vibranium hand to circle your neck - he didn't squeeze, but the weight of the metal offered enough pressure to feel threatening in the best way possible. 

"Then I guess you'll just have to shut up and let me show you." He leaned down to kiss you, hard enough for it to hurt but you weren't complaining. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and felt a gentle squeeze around your neck as a result. You moaned at the sensation. Bucky's hand left your neck - the tease - and started to grope your thighs and ass. He brought your knee up to his waist, and started grinding his covered cock between your legs. You leaned your head back and cried out in pleasure. 

But it wasn't enough, you needed more. Bucky was a step ahead of you and rolled so you were sitting back on top again. You immediately lifted your hips to pull his pants down, and gripped his hard on. He pulled your underwear to one side and you slowly sank down onto him. Before you started moving, you took his vibranium hand and placed it back around your neck. He smirked, tightening his grip slightly. Riding Bucky was something you'd never get used to. Looking down at him and hearing his small grunts of exertion as he looked back up at you gave you tingles. His right hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise it as he pulled you down to meet his lips. 

All too quickly, you blame all the choking, you started to feel the familiar coil tighten in your stomach. "Bucky, I-" He seemed to know what you were going to say, because he choked you harder, hard enough for you to find it difficult to breathe. It made your orgasm come all the more quickly, your body shuddering and clenching around his cock, while Bucky kept thrusting. With a long moan, he came inside you, releasing your neck to slide his hand down your body and rest on your other hip. 

You slipped off of him, and collapsed on the bed. "You should have dreams like that more often." You gasped out, voice strained.

He laughed, tucking you into his side, before looking at your neck. He grimaced. "I'm sorry. That's gonna bruise."

You looked at him incredulously. "Are you kidding me? That's the best part." 

He shook his head, chuckling at your expression, and kissed the top of you head.