Sleep Tight
Word Count: 880(Give or take)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, kinda somnaphilia if you squint but not in the way you think cause its me and I’m weird, but not the cool weird, language
A/N: Sooooo, some of my followers know that I am very childish at times. This is one those times. I apologize, also dont judge me.
I do my own proofreading and sometimes Grammerly lets me down, so I will fill mistakes later.
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“Maybe I should sleep on the couch,” Bucky says quietly, looking down, his plump lips twisted into a slight frown. You tilt your head, looking at your boyfriend. His silky brown hair falling over his face as he shoves his hands in jeans.
You stand in front of him, holding his chin forcinghis bright blue eyes back up.
“Honey, you’ve just got back from a three week mission and Tony had me running around all day, we’re both exhausted”.
You cup his face, giving his hair a playful tug as you continue, “There is no reason why we can’t sleep in the same bed”.
When he doesn’t look at you, you let go. Suddenly a slither a doubt creeps in your mind. “Unless you don’t want to sleep with me”, you nervously chuckle, the air getting thicker the more you worry.
When he hesitates, you step back, spitting out“ I mean it’s okay, forget I said anything”.
Bucky gently grabs your arm, “No, it’s just” he sighs, “I’m a rough sleeper, Sam says he was going to stab me on the last mission because I kept kicking the wall”.
You laugh, rolling your eyes as the doubts fall away, “Bucky, come on, we both know Sam is a light sleeper, any little noise bothers him”. You flick his nose, “remember the flight to Paris”.
He chuckles, nodding his head.
“Plus I have an idea on how to help you sleep” you wink as you lead him into the bedroom. You explain what you want to do while you both get ready for bed. His excitement growing by the second.
“Are you sure” He asks, as he looks down at your face.
“What” You mockingly pout, “you don’t want your cock in me”.
You giggle as he flips you onto your side, facing him, lifting up your leg, you moan when you as he eases his large, thick cock into you, breathing heavily as that familiar pleasurable burn radiates through you.
He stops when he bottoms out. He doesn’t move as you adjust, feeling full as he moves deep within you.
After a few minutes, he sighs, resting his forehead against yours, “You were right about this, and tomorrow” he murmurs against your lips, “When I’m done with you, you’re not going to walk right for a week”.
“I can’t wait.” you smile as brushing your lips against his, “in fact I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning”.
You fall asleep on his arm, his cool hand on your hip, his head above yours.
You vaguely hear a small grunt in your ear, warm breath against your skin. Another grunt, harsher, longer, startles you, making you blink as you slowly start to wake up, you gasp as you’re suddenly on your stomach. You swing your arms wildly before realizing you’re in your bedroom, on top of Bucky.
Looking down, you see Buckys sleeping face under yours, his arms flung over his head, you can feel his stiff cock in you. Shaking your head, you start to push yourself up when he grunts again and you’re flung on your side.
His hips slowly rock against yours as his leg moves up and down. You whimper as he thrust in you, pleasurable sensations sparking through you, looking at him, you see he’s still asleep, his mouth slightly open.
“Bucky, wake up”. You plead as you try to pull yourself away from him, cringing when you hear him grunt again, “shit Bucky, wake up”. Before you can move, you’re flipped on your back, his solid body on top of you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck.
Still deep in you. Still hard. Oh he feels good, but breathing feels better. Maybe, kinda. Oh, no definitely need to breathe.
“Bucky” you wheeze, “wake up”
“You feel his hips moving against yours, your eyes roll back as you begin to feel your orgasm coil within you. He grumbles incoherently against your skin as his movements speed up. “Bucky please, wake up”. You struggle for air as you cum under him.
“Im sitting in the front,” He mumbles before he grunts.
Feeling lightheaded, you gasp for air as you’re flipped over to your side again before you can react, you’re being tossed back and forth, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through as you try to get him out of your core, your stupid pussy betraying you by clenching down on his cock.
You’re flat on your back again, his hip rotating against yours, “Trees dont talk”
“What” you cry out, “Oh god”. You tense up, your nails digging into the sheets, the second orgasm hitting you unexpectedly.
Before you can calm down, you’re on your stomach again, your head beside his, looking down you see his eyes scrunched shut. “Bucky wake up, dammit” You screech as you smack his hands that are now grabbing your waist.
“Stupid computer", he groans, his hips snap up as his leg kicks out. You’re jostled, each thrust bringing you closer to your peak until you cum again, staring at the headboard as you grab his shoulders. Biting your lip as the sensations burn through you.
You hold back a sob as he grunts again.
The next morning, you’re back on your side, eyes wide open, almost crying in relief when you see his blue eyes open. You barely hear him whisper, “good morning sweetheart”.
You can fell his cock twitch in you and your stomach tenses, “I just had the best sleep of my life”, he smiles as his hand slides up to your hip. He moans as he starts to slowly thrust in you,
“Oh no no no” you squeal as you push him away. He slides out and you grab your poor, sore pussy.
“No”. You roll out of the bed onto the floor, hitting the ground with a loud thump. He looks over the side at you, his brow furrowed as his mouth drops open. You point at him as you crawl back, “No”.
You get to your feet, shaking your head.
“ No” you continue to repeat as you waddle to the bathroom.
