Stucky oneshots

Sexless Sunday Morning

Steve walked into the living room after he woke up, his hair a mess and his eyes still only half open. Bucky was sitting on the couch and very focused on trying to solve a Rubik's cube.

"How's it going?" Steve asked sleepily, sitting down and leaning against him.

Bucky didn't answer for a moment, he just kept twisting the toy before finally holding it up successfully. "I did it!"

"I'm impressed." Steve chuckled, kissing Bucky's cheek. "Now Sam owes you $20."

"Ha, yes he does. Birdbrain didn't think I could solve it. It's almost like he doesn't know how smart I used to be." He shook his head with a laugh.

"Used to be? Doll, you're still smart." He assured him, snuggling closer.

"Yeah, I guess so." He shrugged, laying down and pulling Steve to lay on top of him. "Smarter than you." He teased playfully.

Steve feigned a hurt look before dropping it and laughing. "Rude. You owe me a kiss for that."

"You want a kiss?" He asked before kissing his forehead. "I can kiss you." He pulled Steve up higher on his chest and kissed his lips. "I can do it again." He pressed another kiss to his lips. "Stevie, I can do this all day." He smirked before kissing him again.

Steve smiled against Bucky's lips at the words. "You stole my line."

"You gonna do something about it?" He kissed Steve's neck, making him moan lightly.

"Yeah, this." He smirked before getting up and walking out of the living room.

"What? Come on, Steve!" Bucky groaned, having hoped their encounter would've resulted in sex like it usually did on Sunday mornings.

"I'm hungry!" He called back as he began making breakfast.

"Only your appetite would kill the mood." He sighed dramatically, rolling off the couch and crawling into the kitchen after him.

"Wow. 106 years old and you still act like a needy child." Steve teased him as Bucky wrapped his arms around his torso.

"I'm only needy for you." He murmured.

"Is that so?" He asked, receiving a nod. "Well I hate to break it to you, darling, but we can't have sex this morning."

Bucky looked up at him with sad puppy eyes. "What? Why not?"

"Because, you goof, Sam and Natasha are already on their way over here for breakfast. We are not risking them walking in on us. Again."

Bucky whined and let go of Steve, collapsing against the floor dramatically. "Why do bad things happen to good people?" He pouted before looking back up at Steve with a sudden hopefulness. "What if we're really quick?"

"Bucky, no." Steve shot him down, continuing to make breakfast.

Bucky laid his head back on the floor and groaned in frustration. "I never get what I want. First I fall off a train, then I get brainwashed, now I don't even get sex. Nothing ever goes my way, I am God's mistake." He rambled dramatically.

Steve laughed at his husband's drama. "Well, my love, I suggest you go get a cold shower or something because they're here and we are not having sex right now. Or you can continue being dramatic on the floor, that's fine too."

"Oh woe is me. To have seen what I have seen, done what I have done! And to not even be allowed the simple pleasure of Sunday morning sex with my husband because of visitors. Visitors! Oh!" He monologued as Sam and Natasha walked in.

"Why is the cyborg on the floor? Malfunction or something?" Sam asked Steve in reference to Bucky.

"He's being dramatic." Steve explained as Bucky dragged himself face-down out of the kitchen.

"So he is." Natasha commented.

"I'm a simple man. I enjoy life's little pleasures, like Sunday morning sex with my husband. But do I get that today? No. Of course not. Why, you might ask? Because when god hates you and likes to watch you suffer, the first thing to go are the little pleasures. Why does God hate me, you're wondering? I don't know. It's almost like I pissed him off." He monologued as he dragged himself back upstairs to take a shower.

"You married a very dramatic man." Sam chuckled to Steve.

"You owe that dramatic man $20. He solved the Rubik's cube." Steve told him, pointing to its spot in the living room.

"Damnit."

Enjoy the happy fluff, the next one is far from happy 🙂