What do you think about exhibition kink ? And who do you think would have it, Buck or Steve?
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Pairing: Personal trainer/beefy Steve x reader
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Steve is 6'4, praise kink, exhibition kink, praise kink
A/N: As always do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my works.
Co-owner of the infamous gym, the Brooklyn 107th and part-time boxer Steve has a huge exhibitionism kink.
A few weeks ago, he had the windows of his gym covered with a transparent plastic film that allows for his customers to work out without being seen by people on the street.
At least that's what he told everyone.
Really it's because he loves to fuck you in front of the ceiling to floor glass windows during your personal sessions.
He adored your body the second you stepped into his gym, asking if he could help you get in shape. He never offered personal training sessions until you.
And you were the only one who received his very special attention.
Your training sessions started off tame but the more he touched you, the more he craved you.
Soon your one-on-one sessions began to happen later and later because he wanted to spend time alone with you.
You made him nearly feral every time you worked out together. He couldn't stop thinking about all the filthy things he wanted to do to you.
The first time you softly grunted, the sound nearly sent him over the edge. He spent the entire hour hiding how hard he was.
Steve waited until you were in the parking lot before locking the doors, barely able to control himself before he reached the showers. His hand wrapped around his aching cock as he thought about how soft you felt as he helped you squat.
At night he dreamed about those sexy little grunts you made when you boxed or lifted weights, only in his mind you were making them because of him.
Steve tried to maintain his professionalism until one day he was in the middle of stretching your legs and he saw the wet spot forming on the crotch of your leggings.
His heart raced at the thought of you being as affected as he was.
You couldn't even feel embarrassed because he stared at it, at you with such lust you almost came right there on the yoga mat.
His eyes drifted up to your face and he bit his bottom lip as he gazed at you. Then his lips curled into a wide smirk. "Y'know I really should stretch all of you sweetheart."
Your hands slip, the pristine glass smudged by your sweat.
“God, please Steve, fuck fuck fuck fuck, I can’t.” The glass fogs up from your harsh, frantic pants, the condensation growing with each sob ripped from your throat. “Pleaseplease Steve.”
Steve growls in your ear, the feral sound making you whimper in response, another please falling from your lip.
“You can take it, you’re okay, take it, sweetheart.” Steve grits his teeth, his damp blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He’s never been in such a tight wet pussy, you have to take it because he can’t get enough of you.
You lean forward, pushing your forearms flat on the window, and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. No, you can’t, you can’t take anymore. It’s too good and fuuuck you can’t, you just need-Taking in a deep breath, you cry out in relief when your swollen cunt slides to the tip of his throbbing cock.
Your head lolls back and your pussy clenches down when you see his dark blue eyes glaring at you. Oh please, Steve. You thought you couldn’t get any wetter until you had 6’4 of pure tatted muscles behind, his deep voice ringing in your ear “you better not run again sweetheart, take this cock like a big girl before I fuck you stupid.“
His wrapped hands grab your waist, his scarred, calloused fingertips dig into the soft dips of your hips, and he drops you back on his cock.
Pleasure bursts through your body so hard and fast, your legs collapse, your hands sliding down the window as you keen. Steve laughs when you wail his name, the thin high cries with each thrust making his cock even harder. One large, thick arm wraps around your waist and he pushes your body into the glass.
Steve’s hip snaps into yours over and over, the salacious sound echoing through the nearly empty gym. He slams his hand on the glass and grabs your chin with the other. Your dazed eyes rake over the busy street. The thin pane of glass is the only thing separating your naked body from the lunchtime rush of people outside.
“Look at them,” he pants in your ear, “wonder if they know what a cockdrunk little slut. My sweet little slut, so fucking good for me. “
Steve knows you love it when he talks to you like this, making you take every thick inch and praising you for doing so good. Your greedy pussy clamping down on him tighter and tighter with each filthy praise.
He slides his fingers down to your clit and rubs your aching bundle of nerves so softly, a sharp contrast to the way he’s pounding into your cunt.
“Want me to open one of the windows and let them see how good you are, taking my cock like the good fucking girl you are. You want that, sweetheart?”
You feel his deep laughter on your skin when you moan in response, too far gone to form coherent words. You’ll let him fuck you in the middle of the ring before his next match if he keeps doing that. More broken pleases, for him to stop, go deeper, just please Steve. Fuck you, don’t know what you want, only that it’s too much and you want more.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s how you take my cock, so fucking proud of you sweetheart, now let’s-“ Steve places his hand on your back and forces you into an arch and he hits a patch just inside your pussy and you see stars.
The windows rattle when you slap your hands on them, you don’t notice the people turning their heads in your direction, too overwhelmed by the sweltering heat blazing through your belly, the knot fraying and unraveling as you sob.
His name a chant on your tongue as you come hard, so hard it nearly hurts.
“Good girl,” he praises, groaning when your walls flutter around him. “That’s my girl.”
You slump against the cool glass as Steve continues to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours two, three more times before warmth coats your spasming walls. He kisses along the back of your neck, murmuring more praises as he pulls your trembling body from the window.
“Good warm-up sweetheart.” He nips your shoulder, his hands sliding around your belly. “Now it’s time for your cardio.”
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KISSING PROMPT #13: frustrated kisses
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word count: 979
Warnings: Language (F word)
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The sound of the bag hitting the floor and the door slamming shut was all you needed to know that Bucky was home. It was almost midnight, he had called you from jail about an hour and a half ago, and since then you had been staring at the door waiting for him wide awake with the TV serving little as a distraction.
He looks at you from the entrance, and from the look in your eyes he just knows that you are about to lecture him. "Please don't." He says, turning on his heels to head into the kitchen.
"Don't what?" You ask as you stand up to follow him, your voice stern and desperate to reach him. "You call me from a police station and expect me to don't do what, exactly?" Bucky opens the fridge and grabs a beer for himself, not looking at you as he opens it and takes a gulp. "Bucky, I'm just trying to understand-" You cut yourself as he turns his back to you and slams his beer on the counter, startling you. "Jesus Christ, James, I only want to know-."
"I don't know fucking know, alright!" He finally looks at you, his voice louder than it should be at this time of the night. "Whatever it is that you want to know, I probably don't have the answer to it."
"You can't talk to me like that!" You snap back. "You call me at 10:45 at night telling me you were arrested, then your therapist calls me to ask if I know why you have been missing your sessions because she has to basically BAIL YOU OUT of jail,” His body turns half way so he can lean on the kitchen counter, the grip he has on it making his knuckles turn white. “And I can’t get a fucking explanation?”
“That’s all you want? An explanation?” Bucky scoffs, and you are not sure if you have ever seen him so angry. “Well, how’s this. That shield, the one Steve protected with his life, the one that represented everything we ever stood for, it means nothing now!”
“So that’s why you skip therapy?” Bucky rolls his eyes and you can see him biting the inside of his mouth to not scream back at you. “That’s the one thing that will clear your name, and you just skip it?”
“Why should I even go?” He yells, “That shield is in the hands of that Walker asshole, Sam doesn’t give a damn about it, and Steve didn’t give a damn about me. What am I supposed to do, huh?”
“Buck.” You interrupt, shocked at his quivering voice, because the pain in the words he just spoke about Steve was something he had never mentioned before, and the blatant way he says it makes you realize that frustration is making him blurt out all his thoughts; he doesn’t seem to notice it, doesn’t seem to register what just came out of his mouth.
He looks at you with angry eyes and a puffing chest, expecting you to continue talking. “Why the fuck am I still fighting for something that is no longer here?” He keeps asking, shaking at every word, and the tone in his voice should have made you turn around and leave but instead you are walking towards him even after he has done nothing but scream at you since he got home.
“Bucky, baby, just-” You try again, but his ranting interrupts you.
“What’s the point of all this fucking therapy, and all this fights, if I’m doing it for someone who-”
“Bucky, look at me!” You insist, holding his face between your hands to force him to look at you. His eyebrows are knotted and his nostrils flare at every breath, but his eyes don’t match the anger, instead they are filled with confusion and… plain sadness.
So you kiss him, pulling his head towards yours in a firm grip, hoping that with it he can slow down his train of thought and bring him back to you. His breathing starts to slow down as his lips move along with yours, and when you feel his hands holding your waist you know you have his attention back. You pull apart slowly, and you can see he is still trying to figure out how to feel and what to say “You are a good man, that’s why you are still fighting.” Your hands caress his light stubble while his find the skin under your shirt to draw small circles on it. “And I will never understand Steve, but he knew that too.”
“He was wrong.” He states, his voice raspy and knotted. If you could, you would go back in time and kick Steve Rogers right in the crotch.
“He was, but not about you.” The tears that form in his eyes rip your heart apart. “Never about you.” You whisper, assuringly.
Bucky kisses you again, looking to feel grounded as he always does when he has your lips against his. He doesn’t let go for a few minutes, because you are the one constant thing that makes him feel like he is doing something right and he wants to cling to that feeling for as long as he can. He lifts you with ease so you can sit on the counter, giving him an easier access to reach the rest of your body while his lips are still connected to yours.
You break apart after a few minutes and you immediately look for his eyes, much calmer and softer than the last time you saw them. His metal fingers grab your hand softly to lift it to his lips. There’s no need to say any word as your gaze meets his, you just let yourself wrap around him to bandage every wound that his past left behind on him.
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Summary: Bucky has planned the perfect vacation. All he has to do is get through the metal detectors without revealing his secret.
Pairing: TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: Smut, exhibitionism, praise kink, piercing kink (Bucky has brand new c*ck piercing), mile high club public sex, airplane bathroom sex, oral (m receiving), p*ssy slapping, dirty talk,, dom/sub dynamics, begging kink, choking kink, Minors DNI
A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @whisperlullaby and an entry for her challenge! All mistakes are my own.
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Bucky Barnes is a romantic, you blame it on his 1940s upbringing. It’s not unusual for you to come home to flowers, chocolates, and oh his home-cooked meals. Nothing like seeing him, all six feet of thick ripped muscles, standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but an apron, holding up a spoon dripping with fragrant marinara sauce, telling you to open wide and swallow like the good girl you are.
For the past week, he’s been acting strange, hiding his laptop whenever you wander into the room.
He keeps staring at you to the point where you’re looking down at yourself, wondering if you spilled something. Each time he follows up with his signature smirk, pure lust in his deep blue eyes. He’s always insatiable but something is different, he’s holding back something from you, often distracting you with mind blowing sex, in fact, the only warning you get before he’s on you, in you, is his bottom lip catching between a flash of pearly white teeth.
When he announced the vacation it all made sense, his odd behavior, his increased libido. He’s been thinking about all the filthy things he’s going to do to you in another country.
And you are ready for it.
The ride to the airport is peaceful, the sky shades of dark azure and teals, the crescent moon visible to your left. The early morning traffic is light, so you arrive earlier than expected. While it pained you to get up before the sunrise, you have to admit it’s worth it to not deal with crowds of people. His hand, heavy and warm, rests on your thigh as he pulls into the lot.
roses or lavender? vanilla or chocolate? lightning storms or lights glowing in the fog? blushing cheeks or batting eyelashes? lipstick or lip gloss? neon signs or canvas paintings? soft winter mornings or flickering summer nights? velvet or lace?
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI.
Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting – and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs
A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao
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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.
So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.
Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.
He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.
You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.
You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. “Yeah, Sam,” you nodded, “I’m fine.”
He hummed, suspicious. “Are you sure?”
But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. “She’s a little distracted.”
Summary: Bucky wants a little something to get him through a long mission.
Warning(s): Filmed smut (i.e. a sex tape), female masturbation and voyeurism (maybe?), oral (m receiving), vaginal penetration. 18+ only, please!
Word Count: Over 1k
A/N: Here’s the highly anticipated sequel to ”Perfect”! This was SO FUN (and extremely hawt) to write. I honestly didn’t think I’d have a part two out so quick, but I really couldn’t resist. I hope you guys enjoy this! Please ignore/forgive any mistakes you might find. Happy reading!
*This piece can be read as a stand-alone one-shot, but I personally feel like it makes more sense to read after “Perfect”.
Read part one here!
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After quickly explaining the concept of a sex tape to Bucky, and reassuring him profusely that you were more than okay with it when that adorable blush had colored his cheeks again, he wasted no time in capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It’s hungry and it’s desperate, and you eagerly part your lips to allow him to slide his tongue into your mouth. Hands tangle in hair and drag across soft skin and hard muscles. A throaty moan escapes you and Bucky swallows it easily. You’re already aching with need, your heat nearly dripping in anticipation. Bucky’s own arousal is pressing heavily against your inner thigh.
When Bucky pulls away, he’s slow and hesitant, as if it’s the last thing he wants to do. Both of you are breathless and panting, hot puffs mingling in the space between you two. “Can’t forget the camera,” he chuckles, his voice gravelly. He sits back on his haunches, retrieving his phone from where it was tossed among the sheets when you had first proposed your idea. Switching the camera mode to video, he stands from the bed with the lens trained on you. His next words catch you by surprise.
“Can you...would you want to, maybe...touch yourself?” Bucky asks softly. A sultry smirk spreads across your lips.
“Is that what you want?” you purr. Bucky nods.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want, Buck.”
He swallows thickly, but his voice is clear and confident when he speaks again. You could almost swear that he growls. “Touch yourself for me, babydoll.”
You follow his command immediately. Starting at your breasts, you give them both a seductive squeeze before moving your attention to your already hardening nipples. You tweak and roll your buds between your thumb and forefinger, holding Bucky’s eye contact the entire time. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, clutching his phone tightly in his hand. You revel in the effect you’re already having on him.
Now you part your thighs, allowing Bucky a full view of your glistening core. The groan that comes from him is low, but you still catch it. While one hand continues its ministrations to your nipples, the other travels down your body, along your stomach, and down to where you desperately need to feel some kind of relief. A breathy moan falls from your lips as you start rubbing slow, lazy circles into your sensitive clit.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Bucky breathes, stepping closer to you and focusing the camera first on your face as your brows knit together in pleasure, and then down to where the rhythmic circles on your clit have sped up. You feel his flesh hand splay out on your inner thigh, gently guiding your legs further apart and holding you open. Heat blooms where his skin meets yours. The coil in your belly tightens, your first orgasm within arm’s reach.
“Let go for me, sweetheart,” Bucky coos. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before gently nipping at the skin, and that’s all it takes. The coil snaps and his name falls from your lips as your head lolls back, eyes pinching shut in satisfaction. Bucky watches you come undone through eyes hooded with desire. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s thanking the 21st century for giving him the means to capture something so intimate on camera to save for later.
Heart pounding against your rib cage, breaths heavy, you slowly come down for your high. “So perfect,” Bucky whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips passionately. You let out a small giggle, returning the gesture with the same intensity. But that familiar aching need is already returning, tenfold this time. You pull away from your super soldier.
“Set the phone up on the nightstand,” you instruct. “Jesus, Buck, I need you inside me.” He’s off of you and on his feet in seconds.
You try to stifle your laughter as you watch Bucky clumsily stack a few stray books on top of one another on his bedside table, attempting to create a makeshift stand for his phone. He huffs in frustration when the device falls forward, snatching it and trying to balance it again. This time, the phone stays in place, but the angle is off. It’s too low, the camera lens only able to see the bunched up comforter and messy sheets. Bucky steals the top book from the pile and situates it underneath the phone. Bingo. Now, your naked form is perfectly centered on the screen.
You push yourself to sit up as he makes his way over to you again. Before he can crawl back onto the bed, you stop him, shifting to your knees and scooting to the edge, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants. You throw a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that you’re still in the camera’s frame, then you’re looking back up at Bucky through your lashes. He cradles your cheek in his vibranium palm as you ease the piece of clothing down his legs.
Finally free from the confines of his sweats, his cock springs up, the soft, pink tip already glistening. A soft kiss and a teasing lick to the underside of his head elicits a deep, throaty moan from him. When you take him into your mouth, he inhales sharply. He uses both hands to gather your hair into one palm, gently holding it back for you as you work him expertly. He has to fight to keep his hips still.
“Babydoll, you gotta...” Panting, followed by another long moan. You take his hint. You’ve brought him close enough, satisfied your own need to taste him. The craving to have him inside you takes over now. You release him from your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. Bucky admires you for a moment like he always does when you’re on your knees for him. Few things come close to a view like this.
Bucky lays you back on the bed, settling between your thighs. He kisses you again, groaning softly when he tastes himself on your tongue. You reach an eager hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, but Bucky makes a last minute decision. A soft nudge to your right side has you shifting positions, rolling onto your side and facing Bucky’s phone. He settles in behind you, his chest to your back, his vibranium hand hooking underneath your knee and hoisting your leg up. His flesh arm snakes behind your head. He offers his hand to you to hold and you take it, intertwining your fingers together.
“Ready?” he ask sweetly, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
“Yes,” you breath. Bucky positions himself and with a soft thrust, slips inside you. Your eyes screw shut, your mouth falling open slightly as his size stretches you. It shocks you every time, how full he fills you. The subtle burn quickly dissipates into delicious pleasure, and then your giving him a small nod. Bucky rocks his hips slowly, still allowing you time to adjust. Your head falls back against his shoulder as little pants begin to fall from your lips. His rhythm picks up as he watches you mold into his body, feels your velvet walls flutter ever so slightly around him.
“Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” His voice is low and husky in year ear. His breathing is heavy, warm breaths fanning over heated skin. A sheen of sweat covers you both.
“So good,” you manage between obscene moans. “Please don’t stop.” The knot in your belly returns, tightening with every one of Bucky’s thrusts. You grip his metal forearm, holding on for dear life. His heavy breaths turn into low grunts as he chases his own climax. You pick your head up off his shoulder to glance at where the two of you are connected, watching as he pulls out and then disappears back inside you. A squeal escapes you as he hits a particularly sensitive spot within you, your walls clamping down on his cock. Bucky knows your close, and you know he’s close, too, by the way his rhythm is beginning to falter.
In one swift motion, Bucky has you on your back again. Back between your thighs, he drapes his body over yours, shutting out any distance between the two of you. He rests his forehead against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist. Hands find each other and fingers tangle together. Again, he slides home.
Time freezes. Nothing exists outside of you and Bucky. When the two of you are deep in the throes of passion like this, it’s like he’s the only thing you know. His name is the only thing on your mind, the only word falling from your lips. You even forget about the silly sex tape you’re making. You’re convinced you couldn’t love this man more if you tried.
Closer and closer you both come to the edge, grunts and pants and moans filling the air between you. “Come for me, babydoll,” he grunts in your ear and the knot in your stomach is impossibly tight. With a few more hard snaps of his hips and his fingers swirling around your clit, the knot explodes, your slick walls squeezing him. You scream his name as your body writhes in pleasure underneath him. He’s quick to follow, moaning low in your ear as he spills himself inside you. Sloppily, he continues to thrust, helping the two of you ride the wave of ecstasy.
Once the two of you come back down, you share kisses and laughs and sweet nothings. Only when Bucky’s phone falls forward again, with a resounding THUMP on the bedside table, do the two of you remember the camera that’s captured everything. Bucky flops next to you, reaching for the device. He pulls up the video, smirking as he scans the footage.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky looks good in anything.
Word Count: Over 800
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, grinding, dry humping, dirty talk, Bucky Barnes with glasses (he’s a warning, okay?)
A/N: Happy Sinday! Inspired by this edit from MumOnRum.
This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own!
18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!
Bucky Barnes was sex on legs. You decided that from the moment you laid eyes on him. It didn’t matter if he was dressed down, in a black suit or a burlap sack. He always got your attention and held it. Today was no different.
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes; The reader is Bucky and Steve’s girlfriend.
Summary: Despite their protests, Y/N goes undercover during a mission, leaving her boys astonished nonetheless.
Genre: Random
Written in third person point of view.
Warnings: Mentions of killing, mild arguing, sad Bucky (if you squint), mild language, and me using Google Translate for French dialogue :)
Word count: 2.5k+ (with translations); 2.4k+ (without translations)
A/N: I wasn’t sure as to whether or not I should put smut in it but let me know if you guys want a part two with smut! Divider made by yours truly 😌
“You’re not going and that’s final.”
Once in a blue moon was Bucky stern with Y/N, tonight being one of those blue moons. Y/N fought and fought and fought. She wasn’t a little kid, most certainly not his, and she thought that she was making that clear. Same with Steve. It was beyond infuriating, having the two constantly babying her.
“I am going to complete that mission and you can’t stop me. Nor can you.”
She looked at Steve who seethed of irritation, big arms bulking out of the tiny black tee. As Bucky opened his mouth to protest yet again, Steve stopped him.
“Let her go. She wants to do it, so let her do it.”
He kept his eyes on her the entire time, stalking her like a predator.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if I found you in pieces,” he grumbled, crotch pressed right up to her behind with his nose nuzzled into her hair.
She scoffed, elbowing him in the ribcage before proceeding to pack her clothes. He simply chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest once again.
“If that’s how you plan on taking anyone down that isn’t me, consider yourself dead.”
She looked back at him, eyebrows furrowing as she forced herself out of Steve’s grip.
“That’s what this about it, isn’t it? You don’t think I’m strong enough to actually anyone down.”
“No-”
“That’s exactly why you don’t want me to go!”
“We don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Bucky interjected, looking back and forth between his two lovers.
“I don’t need either of you to watch over me like a fucking child and that’s the last time I’m reminding you,” she spoke quickly and quietly, packing the remainder of her clothing into her suitcase before zipping it up. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way.”
“The mission isn’t until tom-”
“I didn’t ask you,” she sung, making her way up to Nat’s floor.
“And then Steve goes ‘if that’s how you plan on taking anyone down that isn’t me, consider yourself dead,’” she quoted Steve, deepening her voice to her best ability to mock the captain. “And then Bucky has the audacity to deny it, like, dude, I know that you’re undermining my skills!”
Natasha was dying of laughter as Y/N recited the quarrel she had found herself in with Steve and Bucky. She eased up, face red and cheeks aching as she held onto her stomach.
“Oh, jeez,” she muttered, shaking her head as she felt the laughter dying down. “I mean...it’s unbelievable. I can’t believe they still do that even after being with you for over two years. Hell, what do I know? I’ve been on and off with Clint for plenty of years and I have to yell at him for being so protective over me.”
She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her own relationship, reflecting on the many times that she’s actually scolded Clint for babying her. He may act like a hardass around the crew, but he was far from that - he was a huge softy for Natasha.
“Thanks for letting me stay up here with you, though. I probably would’ve ended up killing them if I spent another second in there,” Y/N giggled, placing her suitcase in a corner that wouldn’t disrupt anything of Nat’s.
“Anytime,” she started, offering a lopsided smile. “Besides, we haven’t had girl time alone in forever.”
Girl time suddenly became girl time including Bucky. He was there for all of the movie-watching, doing facemasks with them, painting their nails. As much as the two girls loved Bucky with all of their hearts, they couldn’t just let loose. Natasha had to bite her tongue down to refrain from gossiping so many times just because Bucky was there.
If he heard half of the things that they spoke about, not even the latest gossip, he would more than likely be traumatized. So kicking back with Natasha, they whipped out nail kits and face masks, Nat’s huge collection of snacks, and they picked The Notebook, getting ready to spill all of the tea and unleash their younger selves for the first time in months.
Not even one full night into staying with Natasha that they were brought out of their zone, a sturdy, rhythmic knock on the door, bringing Nat to her feet.
“Don’t die,” Y/N called after her, throwing her arm over the armrest, eyes pasted to the screen.
“Natasha, I’m not stupid. I can literally smell her, she’s sitting in the living room.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, the sound of Bucky’s voice causing her to stand up from her seat and go over to the door.
“What do you want, Buck?”
“You. Come back to the room please, we’re sorry.”
“I don’t see Steve anywhere, so, you’re sorry. Bucky, go to bed, it’s late. I’ll see you on Thursday.”
Nat watched as Y/N closed the door on him, his entire demeanor slumped.
“Don’t sleep in front of the door either.”
She wasn’t going to lie, she felt guilty dismissing Bucky, but she wasn’t giving in to either of them that fast.
Her night spent with Nat had flown by within the blink of an eye, the two girls using the power in their legs to travel up the ramp into the Quinjet. Y/N took a seat next to Nat, smiling at Sam who sat directly across from her.
“Not sitting with your lovestruck puppies?” Sam snickered, looking to his right to see them coming up the ramp. “Speaking of the devils.”
She chuckled as she shook her head. Her eyes followed Sam’s, the red rimming of Bucky’s eye bags notable. He didn’t sleep…just because she wasn’t there.
“You’re staring,” Nat muttered, gently kicking the back of Y/N’s heel with the tip of her boot.
Y/N smiled up at Bruce, who took the free seat to her left. She didn’t miss the deadly glare from Steve, shaking it off as she began to buckle herself in. The flight was quick as per usual, landing in Paris, France, in only a couple of hours. Nat couldn’t wait another second on the jet before taking off, running to the facility at which they were staying at.
“Holy shit, that’s ours?” Y/N asked, jaw hung open from pure amazement as they stood in front of the primarily glass-made building.
There were many floors to it, way more than their home base in New York. She gratefully pounced on Tony as he handed her the key to her own floor.
“Enjoy cause you won’t have it when we go back to New York,” he awkwardly pat her back, her arms becoming loose around his neck as she forgot who she was hugging for a moment.
She was so excited. Not only did she have her own privacy, but she was able to stay away from Bucky and Steve. As much as she wanted to see them, she wouldn’t break easily since she wasn’t sharing a floor with them.
Hours passed, dusk was finally closing in on them, signaling them to get ready for their mission. This was her first mission in months so it was nerve-wracking, putting the bullet-proof vest right below her button-up and slipping her feet into a pair of high heels, a garter with a knife strapped right around her thigh, nearly invisible underneath her skirt. The sound of heels clacking on the floor drew her attention from the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
“Are we going to a fucking seminar or a nightclub? Don’t get me wrong, you look hot, but you look like you’re ready to give a two-hour lecture.”
Y/N gasped, feigning pain as she placed her hand over her chest.
“What, it’s formal-“
“We’re going to a nightclub, not a class. You need to fit in, and I have just the thing.”
“Nat-“
“No, don’t ‘Nat’ me,” Natasha lampooned, spinning on her heels before leaving Y/N’s floor, hurrying down to her own.
She came back in less than five minutes, bunched up white fabric draped over her forearm.
“You, my friend, are going to look stunning in this. It’ll also catch the attention of your soldiers,” she added with a wink.
She in fact did look stunning in that dress. A white maxi dress with a large slit coming up to the front side of her right hip, straps keeping the dress up just off her shoulders.
“Nat, one blow of breeze and my entire vagina is exposed to French people at a nightclub.”
“Good.”
Y/N left on her strappy black heels, the straps wrapping all the way up to the skin just around the middle of her calves. They were at the club in no time, sweaty bodies, the stickiness of spilled drinks, and booming music filling the environment. The dress in fact was an eye-catcher, everyone whipping their heads around to look at Y/N. She looked like a goddess and anyone would be willing to fall at her feet, especially Bucky and Steve.
“Anyone got eyes on the target yet?”
She was dragged out of her thoughts by Stark’s voice muffled through the earpiece stuffed into her ear.
“Negative,” everyone mumbled.
Their eyes danced around the crowds, looking for none other than Georges Batroc. The clock was ticking and no sight of the man. As they waited out any chance to find him, they sipped on drinks, danced with many strangers as well as each other. Y/N’s eyes were as sharp as daggers, dodging each person until she was looking directly at the blue-eyed monster.
“Bingo,” she muttered.
She scrambled for her earpiece, holding down on the black piece that was discreetly clipped to the strap of her dress.
“I have eyes on the target. I’m moving in.”
“Be careful.”
It was Bucky. She smiled at the sound of his voice, tucking the black piece right under the fabric of her dress strap. She walked over to him confidently, chest puffed out to expose a little more cleavage as her legs stealthily moved over to the man leaning against the bar. That sick son of a bitch.
“Bonsoir, monsieur,” she greeted with a pleasant smile.
[Good evening, sir.]
“Bonsoir, colombe.”
[Good evening, dove.]
She pretended to grow flustered at the nickname, looking down at her feet. She swirled the drink in her hand before taking a tiny sip, leaning against the bar right next to Georges.
“Parlez vous anglais?”
[Do you speak English?]
“Pas beaucoup.”
[A little.]
“Ah. Je t'ai vu là-bas et ça m'intéressait...un homme élégant, tout seul. Je devais venir.”
[I saw you over there and I was interested...a smart-looking man standing all alone. I had to come over.]
“Tu es trop précieuse, colombe. Now, what do you really need? J'ai vu vos petits amis s'occuper de moi aussi.”
[You’re too precious, dove. I saw your little friends looking out for me too.]
“Vraiment un homme intelligent, non?” she paused, her eyes locking with Steve’s. “Ils pourraient facilement vous déchirer directement du trou du cul et vous laisser crier à l'aide, mais ce sont de bonnes personnes. Nous ne cherchons que des fils de putes comme vous. Alors donnez-nous ce dont nous avons besoin ou nous le ferons à la dure.”
[Indeed a smart man, aye? They could easily rip you apart right from the asshole and leave you crying out for help but they're good people. We only go after sons of bitches like you. So give us what we need or we'll do this the hard way.]
“C'est ce que tu veux?”
[This what you want?]
“You know damn well that that’s what I want,” she said through a fake chuckle as he held a silver key right above her head.
“Demandez-le gentiment.”
[Ask for it nicely.]
She scoffed, “Qu'es-tu? Mon père?”
[What are you? My father?]
He chuckled at her snarky remark, his hand remaining above her head.
“Ask for it.”
“Je suis un agent. Pas un super-héros. Ça ne me pas d'avoir un peu de sang sur mes mains, chérie.”
[I'm an agent. Not a superhero. I don't mind getting a little blood on my hands, honey.]
“Pas si je mets ton sang sur mes mains en premier.”
[Not if I get your blood on my hands first.]
“Bien essayé.”
[Nice try.]
Those were the last words she said to him before exposing her thigh, pulling the knife from under her garter, and sending it straight through the skin hovering over his jugular vein. She watched as the blood seeped out of his neck, creating a deep wound in his neck as she dragged her knife down, almost as if she were cutting through a piece of meat, which she technically was. She gave him a knee to the sack before snatching the keys from in between his fingertips.
“Fais de beaux rêves, homme intelligent.”
[Sweet dreams, smart man.]
She winked as his figure slowly dropped to the ground, his hands tight around his throat to succumb to the bleeding. She looked around, seeing bodyguards, most likely his, making their way over to him. She fled into the crowd, a pair of hands falling onto her hips before spinning her around.
“That was so fucking hot,” Steve whispered, ferociously kissing her as if he would never get to do so again.
Her bloodied hand left a trace over Steve’s chest, clad in a tight white button-up. Her hands felt up on his skin, slipping the keys into his back pocket as their tongues continued to dance around each other.
“Y/N? Y/N? Why are you breathing so heavy? Oh my god, is she dead?”
She pulled away from Steve, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.
“No, Stark. I’m not dead. I got the key to the chamber and I killed the bitch.”
“You killed him!?”
She walked hand in hand with Steve, his muscular figure trailing behind her. She was attacked with hugs almost immediately, Nat rambling about how good Y/N did.
“And she speaks French!? Why did I not know this!?” Sam asked, agreeing with Nat as to how amazing Y/N performed.
Y/N was overjoyed. Back on her first mission and she did it, leaving unscathed. She looked around, Bucky leaning against a booth with one arm in his pocket and the other holding a drink, most likely his metal arm as a sliver of it peeked from under his leather jacket. She let go of Steve’s hand for a moment, shimmying past anyone in her way over to the super soldier.
Her hands rested on either side of his neck as his fell to her behind. He tasted like fresh whiskey, his tongue rolling into her mouth, their lips creating a sloppy mess. Their teeth clashed as Y/N’s arms engulfed Bucky’s head, fingers getting lost in his near-shoulder length hair as he hoisted one leg above his hip. Flipping them around so she was being pressed up against the wooden divider of the booth, his thumb circled her hip, completely exposing her right leg as it snuck past the large slit.
“Fuck, hearing you speak French does some shit to me.”
“Ramène-moi dans ta chambre et baise-moi stupide.”
[Take me back to your room and fuck me stupid.]
“Gladly, dove.”
The voice in both her and Bucky’s ears caused them to look back, Steve nodding his head in the direction of the door.
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