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legend: ❀ - fluff, ✧ - smut, ⛓ - angst, ∅ - dark
Shuri Udaku
Are You Avoiding Me? (❀⛓) – You have been ignoring Shuri ever since you accidentally confessed your feelings. Shuri won't let you until she's told you hers.
No Longer A Secret (❀✧) – After hiding your relationship with Shuri for months, she decided it's time to let everyone know. But first, you must inform the Dora Milaje's general, Okoye, who is also your mother.
Bucky Barnes
Worship (❀ ✧) – As you prepare for another party at the Stark Tower, you find yourself feeling insecure about your body, which Bucky notices.
Crave (❀ ✧) – Bucky's mission took longer than you expected. When he returned home, he made sure to show you how much he missed you.
Steve Rogers
Surname (❀) – After capturing a HYDRA member, you were assigned to the interrogation, until you were asked a question that made Steve Rogers join in.
Hey I read your Shuri fic and I'm literally in love. My obsession grows for her everyday!! I'm just here to request a Shuri x Okoye'sDaughter!Y/N
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No Longer A Secret — Shuri
shuri x fem!reader
summary: After hiding your relationship with Shuri for months, she decided it's time to let everyone know. But first, you must inform the Dora Milaje's general, Okoye, who is also your mother.
summary: 1.5k+
warnings: 18+ minors dni. implied smut. fluff. established relationship. secret dating. flirting. dirty talk. usage of pet names.
author's note: okay, so i enjoyed writing this one because i love okoye (and shuri of course). thank you for requesting this and i'm glad you liked the recent fic! i hope you enjoy this one. requests for shuri are always open. < 3
proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!
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"Just one kiss, I promise."
The lab was quiet, with only your and Shuri's whispers filling the space. You sat at one of her tables, its contents scattered all over the floor while she stood in between your legs. Her hands were beneath your knees, holding you closer to her as she nibbled your neck.
"I would believe you if you hadn't made the same promise before and broke it."
"And when did that ever happen?" Shuri asked, feigning shock. "I have never broken any of my promises to you.”
"Then must I remind you?" You asked, but knowing Shuri would say no, you continued before she could respond. "Okay, so last month's party, the conference we recently attended, that one time by the hall. God, do you remember how dangerous that was?"
Memories from that night raced through your head, transporting you back to the hall where Shuri had taken you. She had her hand over your mouth, stifling your whimpers as she feverishly slid her fingers inside your gushing cunt.
The promise of stealing a few kisses down the hallway evolved into a riskier yet steamier scenario.
"I don't think it's possible for me to forget that," she said with a grin as she recalled the number of times she made you come that night. "Should we do that again?"
"Absolutely not! If we are not careful enough, these acts of ours will be revealed to the public sooner or later." You tried to jump off the table, but Shuri caught your hips, her fingers pressing into the sides of your waist to keep you in place. "Come on now. I'm due to meet my mother in twenty minutes. You wouldn't wish for me to get into trouble, would you?"
"I am sure that Okoye will understand. Simply tell her that the Queen needed your assistance, and she'll be off your back," Shuri said, gently stroking your thigh with her palm. "But don't you think it's time to tell them, my love?"
“Who? My mother?" You frowned, tipping your head to the side. "We both know that she'd lose her mind. Remember when I asked if I could work outside of Wakanda? Three days passed without her speaking to me.”
"Don't forget what I felt about that idea. I was not pleased with it either." Shuri chuckled as she remembered how petty she had been when you told her about the possibility of relocating. Shuri loved being close to you and being able to visit you anytime. “But that isn't my point. You are important to Okoye, the one she values the most. Your mother may appear tough, yet she has the softest heart when it comes to you. I can see that. I believe she would want you to be happy. With me.”
You nibbled your lower lip, as you always did when you were thinking. Shuri always knew what to say in every situation. You've always wondered what you did to deserve her, but even if the world decided you didn't, you'd do anything to keep her.
Considering how much bickering you've had with each other due to your differences, it was a surprise that you turned out to be a perfect match. Shuri disliked traditions, whereas you enjoyed them. You were reserved and quiet, while Shuri was outgoing and extroverted. She was drawn to advanced and modern concepts, whereas you preferred staying with the classics. She was the queen, and you were the daughter of the general of the Dora Milaje, Okoye. But after years of spending time together, you both realized that your differences were just different pieces of a puzzle that fit together. Now, you have been dating Shuri for ten months and counting.
“Yeah, I guess she'd understand.” You had nothing more to say, but you wanted to show her how much you appreciated her, so you leaned closer, letting your lips meet hers.
A loud knock rippled across the lab, startling you and Shuri. You pulled away and looked at the door behind Shuri with surprise.
Okoye was already in the room within a second. Your eyes widened as Shuri remained calm, but it was too late to make yourself presentable when the Dora Milaje's general was only a few steps away from the two of you.
"Should I be wondering why my daughter is here?" Okoye bowed to Shuri before returning her attention to you. "What exactly are you doing on that table? It's not appropriate."
You jumped off the table, leaving Shuri with no choice but to let you. "I apologize, Mother. I was only helping Shuri with.. some experiments."
"You cannot fool me, child. I am your mother. You have no interest in science or this lab."
“Oh, she has an interest in this lab. She's been doing it for several months." Shuri interrupted, biting her finger to suppress her laughter.
“Shuri!” You smacked her shoulder, earning a glare from your mother. "And I was leaving anyway, mother. I'll leave you alone if you have anything to discuss with the queen.”
"I was just inspecting the rooms to make sure everything was in order. I'll join you."
Okoye tangled her arm with yours as she led you to the door, but Shuri grabbed your shoulder, causing you and Okoye to stop.
"There is something I need to tell you, Okoye."
"Of course, your highness." Okoye inquired, untangling your arms and facing the queen. “What's the matter?
You bit your lower lip as you nervously awaited Shuri's reply. You were already planning numerous ways to apologize and explain to your mother, perhaps a list of things to give her if it upset her so much. Your mother was not strict about dating, and she knew about your sexuality. However, as the general of the Dora Milaje, you doubt she'd be delighted to learn that you've been dating the queen of the country she serves.
"I am dating your daughter."
Your teeth was biting so deeply into your lip that it was almost possible for it to bleed. With your eyes closed, you felt a hand slide around your waist, drawing you closer. When you blinked them open, you were standing next to Shuri, while your mother looked at you both blankly.
“Mother... I was going to tell you, but I don't know how. If you are upset—"
"Oh, I am upset, but I already knew."
"You do?" You looked at Shuri. "Did you tell her? I swear if—"
Shuri immediately raised her hands in surrender. "I have nothing to do with this."
"Oh, my child." A faint smile appeared on Okoye's face, providing you a small amount of relief. "To protect this nation, I would have to watch and know everything that occurs within it. How can I perform my duties if I can't even see what makes my daughter happy, assuming that I am already failing as a mother?”
“You have never failed as my mother and never will,” you assured her. "But you're okay with this? You said you're upset."
"I am upset that you did not tell me. I will never be get mad at you for dating someone that makes you happy. Even if it was the queen. I was simply waiting for you to tell me," Okoye said. “Perhaps not a colonizer though. I have no idea how I would feel about that."
"Be thankful you'll never have to witness that day, because I'm not going to let her go." Shuri said.
“How did this all happen, anyway? You know I have been trying to figure it out but my daughter? Dating the queen? She must've done something to do that.” Okoye wondered. "And that entire scenario on the table was—"
"Alright, mother. That is enough. We'll talk again later." You tugged your mother towards the door before she could finish her sentence, causing her to laugh at your embarrassment.
"Okay, okay. I will go." Okoye opened the door before pausing. “And Shuri?”
Your brows snapped together, surprised to hear Okoye call Shuri with her name and not her title. Okoye has stopped calling Shuri by her name since she was crowned Queen of Wakanda.
“Yes?”
"I have faith in you to never hurt my daughter. I am your warrior, but when it comes to her, I am her mother."
Okoye exited the room, giving Shuri little chance to respond to her statement.
Shuri watched the door close with uncertainty and unexpected amusement. "This makes me question if she likes me or not."
"I'm certain she does if you take care of me." You joked, chuckling as you wrapped your arms around her neck. "I love you."
“I love you the most.” Shuri gave you a peck on the lips. “It feels better now that we are no longer a secret, doesn't it?”
“Mhm. It does. Even though my heart was about to leap from my chest throughout the entire conversation,” you replied. “Thank you for having the courage to do that."
"Well, I hope you're prepared for another surprise because..." Shuri positioned her arms behind your back and then swept your feet off the ground. "I have another one for you.”
“Shuri!” You squealed. “What are you doing?”
“You reminded me that I've pretty much fucked you in every corner of the palace, so why not cross a few more off the list?”
“What?” You scoffed, laughing at her idea. “What are you planning?”
"I'll give you a clue, baby." Shuri stopped walking and lowered her head to whisper in your ear. “On the throne.”
summary: You have been ignoring Shuri ever since your accidental confession, but she won't let you until she tells you hers.
word count: 1.2k+
warnings: fluff. some angst. the reader being too stubborn and scared after confessing. self indulgent fic.
author's note: it took a lot of thinking and courage if i should write shuri, because oh my god, i am in love with this woman. and how come there's so few fics of her??? well, i hope this reaches my target audience and possibly write more (feel free to request if you want!) enjoy!
proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!
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The faint glow of your phone was the only source of light in your room as your eyes kept fixed on the message you received two hours ago.
We need to talk.
It was from Shuri, the queen of Wakanda. You still wonder how it was possible for you to freely communicate with a queen, but your worries were not caused by getting a message from a royalty. In fact, you've been talking almost every day like it was a part of your routine. The early morning messages up until the sleepy goodnights.
You and Shuri have been friends for a while now, as close as you are with your teammates, having met during the Avengers' welcome party for the Wakandan royalties. It wasn't on your list of expectations to befriend her. You had too many differences to even consider surviving a conversation with her, but you enjoyed the party because of her and spent hours together until it was time for the event to end. She gave you her contacts and since then, you've been growing closer everyday.
The time you've spent with Shuri was enough to blur the line between you two, but you wish it hadn't. You wished you still had limits—boundaries that may have prevented you from having feelings for her, then perhaps nothing from last week would have happened.
Maybe I wouldn't be so anxious about a four-word sentence and hiding beneath my blanket like a coward.
You hover your thumb across your screen, pressing it to bring up your keyboard. You could easily tell her that you're busy, and Shuri would respect that. It will give you enough time to come up with an explanation, which may or not be a lie just to make her forget about what you said, before she asks again.
Although something in her message made you hesitate. She wasn't just requesting. She wasn't even asking. She wanted you to speak to her as if it were a demand you couldn't refuse, and Shuri had always been considerate and patient with you. So receiving a message from her that appeared to be displeased with you made you nervous. But you really couldn't blame her if you had avoided her for the past five days without giving an explanation.
Your phone rang before you could muster the courage to even press one letter, displaying a name that made your heart race faster.
“Hey, Shuri!" you answered, raising your voice to sound more enthusiastic. “What's up? ”
"Don't greet me like you are happy about this because you clearly aren't," Shuri replied. "What's up? Really? You have been avoiding me.”
Straight to the point. Her patience was clearly fraying.
"Psh, no! Why would I do that? I was busy with missions Steve gave me.”
"I am aware of every mission that are given to you. You only had two of them this week, and they were both completed. Have you forgotten that it is my responsibility to provide equipment for all missions?”
You winced, remembering that crucial fact before telling a lie.
“So? Will you tell me why? " Shuri asked again, her tone becoming increasingly urgent. "Does it have anything to do with what happened last week?" ”
Silence.
“Y/N. If you have feelings for me, it is absolutely fine. I don't see this as a reason to avoid me," Shuri said gently. “Can we talk about this?”
But there was a reason. You had a reason. The thought of having all these emotions for her while she didn't was torture. God, it sounded selfish and immature, but you couldn't stomach lying to yourself any longer. You wanted her. Too much.
It could have been tolerable if she had remained clueless, but it was far more agonizing when your accidental confession revealed the truth to her and you still remained friends. It only reminded you of how much you loved her, and she had nothing to give back. It was hopeless.
“I'm sorry.”
You hastily ended the call, tossing your phone across your bed before burying your face in your pillow, regretting everything you had done.
It was supposed to be a fun trip to your favorite New York spots, until your emotions got the best of you and you started blabbering about how you've always wanted to bring the person you love to enjoy the view. You wished Shuri took no meaning behind those words, yet she asked what you meant by “the person you loved” which you unconsciously answered out of glee. Fortunately, you were already back at the compound when it happened, but it didn't help when you panicked and pushed her away and left her outside the building before she could speak.
You wondered if things would be different if you had waited for her reaction and her answer, but your mind instantly and wanders to the cons of the situation that your immediate response was to avoid it.
You never expected anything in return. You never even intended to inform her. You knew she had more important things to do, and this might not even be an issue for her, but you couldn't help but feel afraid when the truth came out. You were terrified of her reaction, of being rejected.
“Y/N?”
A knock on your bedroom door followed by a familiar voice sent you crashing out of bed and sprinting to your door.
“Shuri?" you asked, gripping the doorknob firmly. "Are you outside? We were just... How long have you been there?”
"We could start with you opening the door first, don't you think?" Her voice was low, yet you could hear her through the door. “Please. Let me see you, love.”
The endearment almost split your heart in half. She had always used that nickname for you, and it was only for you. Part of you wished it meant more, but you refused to wish for the impossible.
You took a deep breath and jerked your wrist, opening the door to let her in.
Shuri entered your room quickly, closing the door behind her. She looked different. Beautiful as she always had been, but her usual glow was missing. As if months of sleepless nights haunted her. Up close, you could see how weary she was, with dark half-moons under her eyes and glossy lids from lack of sleep.
"What happened?” You asked, your voice cracking with concern. "Were you sick? You don't look well."
"That isn't why I'm here," she replied briskly, then hesitated. "Actually, no. I am not fine. I hadn't heard from you in days. Maybe even a week, I can no longer remember. I had to cancel every meeting and conference I had scheduled for this week because I was worried and I couldn't stand this any longer."
"I'm sorry," you said, your gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I didn't know what to say."
“Well I knew what I wanted to say. You should've given me a chance to say something that night."
“I know it was stupid. I don't know what I was thinking. I was scared, so I ran away before I could make it worse. Y-You don't have to feel the same way. I never wanted you to know anyway.”
"You had no intention of ever telling me?” Shuri asked in disbelief. "What was your plan? Wait until it goes away? You never considered that I might feel the same way?”
"Well, you don't, do you? I knew that much at least, so I didn't take any chances," you admitted. "I didn't want to risk losing our friendship. I clearly ruined it now, so—"
"I love you too," Shuri interrupted. “I always have. If you hadn't pushed me away, maybe we wouldn't be so miserable right now."
With the admission still rolling in your mind, you simply stared at her. You could see she meant what she said, that she had been holding it in for so long, just waiting to be said.
“You're messing with me.”
“I have different ideas to mess with you and this isn't it, baby,” she whispered then pressed her mouth against yours. You made a surprised squeal, but then gradually melted into the moment, kissing each other harder and harder, as if it would never be enough.
Your fingers touched her delicate cheek as you slowly eased your face away. "You love me," you exclaimed breathlessly.
“Was I not obvious enough?”
"I didn't want to get my hopes up. So I avoided the idea. Honestly, I still don't believe this.”
“I love you,” Shuri repeated in a firm voice. “Believe me.”
"I love you, too," you said, biting your lower lip. "Oh god. It feels so good to finally say that.”
"You should know by now that it's impossible to get rid of me, my love.” Shuri laughed, kissing your cheek. “Come to Wakanda with me? I think you owe me a week with you.”
summary: You tease Chris for being this year's "Sexiest Man Alive," which leads to you sitting on his lap.
word count: 900+
warnings: 18+ minors dni. smut. thigh riding. fingering. public sex. usage of endearments such as baby, pretty girl, and sweetheart. degrading & praising kink. dirty talking.
author's note: chris being the sexiest man alive this year (which he deserves so much) awakened me from my slumber so here i am in my hoe hours. i hope you enjoy. < 3
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"Hey, sexy."
You were currently shooting an unannounced project with Chris Evans. You found Chris sitting alone on the porch while the rest of the cast and crew prepared for your next scene together. You stood there for a moment, watching his tongue travel over his lips every now and then, watching the wrinkle between his brows deepen and soften with each passing thought.
He's so beautiful.
It was recently revealed that your co-star was the "Sexiest Man Alive," and you knew you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.
Chris cocked his brow. “Me?”
"Sexiest man alive," your lips twitched, holding back a smile. “Chris Evans, right? Saw you on the television.”
Chris laughed at your antics. He watched you approach him, and when you were close enough, his hand slid up, lifting your dress high enough for his fingers to reach the apex of your thighs. "If you think you're going to get a date from this lousy flirting, you're wrong, sweetheart."
“Lousy?” you gasped lightly, feigning hurt. "No one ever said the sexiest man wasn't a gentleman. What a waste."
Chris snatched you by the waist and dragged you onto his lap. He held you close for a moment before reaching for your chin and drawing your head closer. "That's what you wanted every time I fucked you, baby. Did you forget how you begged me to treat you like a—"
“Chris! " You blushed fiercely as you looked around to check if anyone was watching. Fortunately, no one was. The majority of the crew was out putting together props and filming equipment.
“It's what you get for being such a tease. Sexy, huh?”
You've been dating Chris for three years. You two met three years ago at an awards ceremony, when you were sitting next to each other on the table. He initiated the conversation, which you were grateful for because your anxiousness at the time prevented you from even saying hello. Chris asked to take you out on a date after the event, to which you immediately accepted, and the rest was history.
“Gonna do something about it, Evans? " you asked, awfully close to his lips.
"Damn right, I will," Chris replied, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. You quickly opened your lips for him and kissed him deeply. His fingers twisted in your hair as he pulled your head back to kiss you more deeply.
“Chris.. Fuck," you whispered in between kisses, rolling your hips against his lap. His hands found your legs and widely spread them further, and you moaned at the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed clit. He guided you back and forth, placing kisses on your neck as your breathing became more ragged.
"What a needy slut I have. Riding my thigh like a whore in the middle of filming," he breathed into your lips as he pulled away. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let them see you make a mess for me?”
"Mhmm." You shook your head, but you kept rocking against him, completely forgotten about the fact that you were in public.
“Go on. Make yourself feel good, pretty girl. Ride me.” Chris slid his hand into your dress, his fingers slipping inside the thin fabric of your panties. When his finger came into touch with your clit, he began rubbing circles against it, causing you to whimper.
"Fucking hell. You feel so amazing, sweetheart. So wet for me." He inserted one finger inside you, spilling a moan our of your mouth. “That feel good, baby?”
“Oh god, y-yes.” Your breathing became more rapid as you humped Chris' thigh faster and faster.
Chris lowered his head to look at you. He enjoyed watching you come apart; there was something about it that was both dirty and rewarding. He noticed you shaking and shivering, desperate to come. He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, which pushed you closer to your release.
“You're so, so close, aren't you?”
Before you could gather your thoughts to respond, you heard a nearby clap signifying that the crew was almost done with the setup.
“Fuck, no, no, no. Chris," you whined, forcing yourself to stop moving despite how close you were from coming.
Chris remained silent, planting a kiss on your forehead. He gently helped you get up from his lap and straighten your dress. He took your hand in his as he approached Janet, one of the crew members in charge of today's filming.
"Can we have an extra thirty minutes off? I'm feelin' kinda dizzy, might need to lie down in my trailer for a bit.”
Janet expressed concern about her main star and agreed to his request. "Do you want us to get you some medicine? Let me call—"
“No. No need, Janet. Jus' need some peace and quiet and it'll go away. I'll have Y/N keep an eye on me so you won't worry.” Chris smiled, giving Janet a small hug. She turned her gaze to you and grinned, confident that you would look after him. “Take care of your man, will you?”
You chuckled. “I will.”
Your relationship wasn't a secret to the crew. Chris preferred it to be public, refusing to hide and keep it from everyone.
Chris tightened his grip on your hand as he led you to his trailer. He lied about feeling unwell just to be with you. If you wanted him a moment ago, this made you crave for him more.
When you both entered the trailer, he shut the door and closed all of the windows while you waited there anticipating with excitement.
Chris carried you on his shoulder to his small room and laid you gently on the bed. “Let's see how many times I can make you cum in thirty minutes.”
summary: After capturing a HYDRA member, you were assigned to the interrogation, until you were asked a question that made Steve Rogers join in.
word count: 300+
warnings: just fluff!
author's note: haven't written in a while, so here's a short one i've had in my head today. <3
proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!
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"Make it easier for the both of us by telling me where you're keeping him." You leaned back, trying to figure out where the current leader of HYDRA, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, was. The team was able to capture his right hand thanks to the recent discovery of one of their new bases, and yet their leader escaped.
"You'll never know," he replied, laughing under his breath. "What was your name again, sweetheart?"
"You don't get to call me by my first name, much less sweetheart."
"Oh, you're one of those snooty agents, aren't you?" His lips twitched, dissatisfied with the attitude shown to him. "And you think you have a reputation? I know a lot of agents here, girl. I don't even know what your surname is."
You began to speak, but the door behind you groaned open.
"Rogers," Steve exclaimed as he entered the room, closing the door behind him with his foot. "Our surname is Rogers."
“Captain America.” The detainee stood up with wide eyes, his cuffed wrists causing him to slump back into his seat.
"Don't be scared of me, pal. She's in charge. If I were you, I'd follow her words as gospel."
"Stop sounding like you worship me," you said as you watched him walk across the room and take a seat beside you at the table.
"That I do. I never told you that?" he asked, taking your hand from your lap and kissing it softly. "Don't forget about our reservation for tonight."
Your gaze was drawn to the ticking clock on the wall. There was only an hour and a half until your date with Steve. "Okay, big guy. I wanted to do it the old-fashioned way, but I don't have the time." You stood up and leaned over the table. "Are we going to paint the walls red or will you cooperate?"
Your detainee quickly nodded, his body almost trembling. You were eager to crack this case, while Steve was eager to spend the night watching and adoring his wife.
writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
summary: Bucky's mission took longer than you expected. When he returned home, he made sure to show you how much he missed you.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: 18+ minors dni. smut. fluff. unprotected sex. (stay safe, people!) kitchen sex. slight exhibitionism. usage of endearments such as doll, baby, & sweetheart. fingering. degrading & praise kink. dirty talking.
proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!
divider credits to: @firefly-graphics
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Three weeks.
That's how long you've been away from Bucky. You never complained about his missions; you had your own as well. Given that you were both a part of the Avengers, it was a mutual understanding. No matter how inconvenient it was, time was always borrowed in order to save the world from impending disaster.
But can they blame you for momentarily forgetting your role as an Avenger and feeling more like a girlfriend?
Steve had confirmed that it would take them four days, with a maximum of a week if things went wrong, which you hoped wouldn't happen. However, four days turned into a week, leaving you with nearly a month without him.
You were worried, that was a given. The longer the mission, the more concerned you became. How couldn't you? You were aware of what happens during those missions. There was danger, risk, and the possibility of injury.
It also doesn't help that you're missing his warmth wrapped around your body each night when you sleep with one side of the bed empty.
“I'm starting to worry about your well-being.”
A voice from the doorway snapped you out of your thoughts. You turn around to see Natasha holding a sandwich, whic you could guarantee was filled with peanut butter. You could also bet that she was aware of what was going on in your head. Natasha was not only a teammate, but also your best friend.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Very obvious. I could hear your thoughts from the living room.” Natasha pursed her lips into a thin line, the sides of her eyes wrinkling slightly as if she were about to laugh but had to restrain herself. “At least you're better than Barnes. He went insane the last time you went on a mission without him and it lasted an extra day. He'd take up residence in the living room until you returned. Are you sure you didn't give him a potion or something?”
You giggled at the mental image that formed in your head. At first, you and Bucky dated secretly. You wanted it to be private out of concern that it could upset the team or appear unprofessional. While it was entertaining to fool them, the team eventually decided to give you your own shared room with Bucky, revealing that "pretending we don't know you're sneaking every night is pointless."
"Are you baking again?" Natasha asked as you removed the tray of cookies from the oven.
Baking was a way for you to divert your attention. With your mind filled with worries about Bucky, you needed to find anything that would temporarily alleviate your anxiety. Even if it meant flooding the kitchen with your pastries.
“Hey!” You slapped the back of Natasha's hand as she reached for one of the cookies. “Give it a minute. It's not even cool yet. Take the ones I made earlier.”
“You're impossible,” Natasha snatched up the warm cookies from the counter, her face forming a frown as she examined your clothing. “Is that Bucky's shirt? And here I was under the impression that Bucky was the clingy partner."
“What? It smells like him,” you reasoned out. “Okay, maybe that does sound weird, but did you really come here to judge me?”
“Oh, I wasn't here to do that. Rogers called. I was about to tell you that they just arrived. They'll be here in a few minutes.”
“What?!” You jumped to your feet, removing your mittens as a wave of excitement rushed through your body.
He's home.
You wasted no time to even thank Natasha for notifying you and quickly hurried to the elevator to reach the helipad. You've spent so many weeks fretting and missing him that you're incapable of caring about anything else.
Once the metal doors of the elevator groaned open, you were greeted with a set of blue eyes that appeared just as surprised as you were.
“Doll.”
“Bucky.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he stepped out of the elevator, savouring the warmth of his body that you'd missed. “What took you so long? I was so worried.”
“I know. I'm sorry. Two of the targets escaped on the the last day, and we were put in charge with tracking them down. We spent an entire two weeks on it. I was so close to abandoning the mission and just figure out how to get out of there."
That sparked a laugh from your chest. “Don't be unprofessional just because you miss me.”
He contemplated you with narrowed eyes and an arched brow upon finding his shirt on your body. "Says the woman who is wearing my shirt."
A smile teased your mouth. “Well, I can admit that I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby.” His metal hand trailed down your arm, eventually reaching the end of your shirt. “You know what else did I miss?”
You shook your head, anticipating his next move, with a shaky inhalation. When his hand reached beneath your shirt, your pulse accelerated, sending an electric shock up over your skin and raising the hairs on your nape. He remained motionless for a moment, except for his fingers, which drew circles all over your back lazily.
“I missed the way you react to my touch.”
His mouth came dangerously close to touching your lips, given the small space between the two of you. "Should we–"
“God, Barnes. We know you can't keep your hands from your girlfriend but there's no need to show us.”
If anyone was capable of interrupting and disrupting a somewhat perfectly lovely conversation, it would be the man who owned the tower.
“Stark, tell me why I shouldn't drag you away from my sight right now?” Bucky stated firmly.
"You're not even looking at me." Tony took a couple steps forward, finding himself beside you and in front of Bucky. “There. You can now see me."
"I swear—"
“Na-uh. Don't get grumpy at me when your girl here has emptied my pantry yet again because of you."
You raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“You are a load of anxiety kept in a jar and Barnes was gone for weeks. When you're stressed, you cook. Or bake. I don't know. Depends on your thing. In any case, the kitchen is clearly cookies in wonderland or something."
You pressed your mouth shut. There was no denying that.
"See? I'm always right." Tony stuffed his hand into his pocket and retrieved his phone. “Oh, that's Pepper. That's my cue to leave you back to your... snuggling.”
Tony left in a flash. He wouldn't admit it, but he wasn't far from you and Bucky. He was in love as well, but he expressed it in his own way.
"Have you eaten?" You returned your focus to Bucky. “Tony is right. Unfortunately. I baked cookies.
Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The throaty, deep voice washed over you like a gush of warm water. “What will I do without you?”
“You'll have to work hard for that happen, Sergeant.” You took his hand in yours and escorted him to the kitchen, where your batches of cookies awaited consumption. “Come on. Let me feed you."
Bucky's touches weren't unnoticed. The way his hand gently grazed beneath your breasts as he pretended to grab for something on the counter, or whenever he leaned his body against your back as if there wasn't an incredible amount of space in the kitchen.
“I know what you're doing.” You bit into another chocolate-dipped biscuit. “It won't work.”
It was a lie, obviously. You wanted him as much as he did, if not more. The tiniest touch from him could almost drag you over the edge.
“I love everything that you cook.” Bucky leaned forward, his mouth close to the shell of your ear. “But I crave for something else.”
“Mhm, what is it?”
Bucky stared at your lip before reaching out his hand, but he hesitated.
“What's wrong?”
“You have something on your mouth.”
“Oh.” Before you could wipe it yourself, Bucky leaned forward, his mouth landing on the corner of your mouth. His cool tongue darted out and wiped off the spot on your face.
“Are you sure this isn't working?”
"I think it is," you replied before reaching up to his face and pulled Bucky in for a passionate kiss.
Your mind spun as emotions swept through you like a roller coaster. Apart from the fact that you knew you needed this, there was almost no room for thinking. And that was all you could think about.
His hands strayed, piercing your body with lightning bolts. It's been far too long, and you know Bucky felt the same way.
Bucky stepped between your spread legs as he lifted you onto the counter. His hands swiftly worked their way through every piece of garment covering your body, dragging each item to the floor and leaving you exposed on the counter.
Bucky placed his palm above your hand. “Go on, baby. Undress me. Touch me.”
You held his gaze, flushed and slightly taken aback by his request. The heat emanating from his eyes hypnotized and encouraged you as you began unbuttoning his shirt and progressed down to his jeans.
You drew in a breath as you focused on him. "You're beautiful."
Bucky winced, not finding the comment flattering. He was never a fan of compliments, particularly when they were directed at his appearance. Bucky believed that someone like him could never be considered beautiful–that he was just a broken image of what once existed.
"But I know something prettier," Bucky dropped to his knees, his fingertips ghosting up the insides of your thigh. You gasped as his metal finger brushed across your clit. "Couldn't get my mind off of this pretty little cunt. Did you touch my pussy while I was gone? ”
His claim on your body and filth made you mewl, nearly driving you insane. “It wasn't the same with you.”
“I know, baby. Your fingers simply can't keep up, can they? I think I ruined your fingers for you." Two cold fingers slide inside you. "Can't finish anything without my fingers inside of you. Is this what you want?"
“Yes, please. I need it.” You whine, biting your bottom lip, looking at him in the eye.
Bucky wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking and licking while his fingers pumped in and out until you trembled with your small cries that you knew could be heard across the kitchen.
"Bucky, wait, oh god. They're going to hear us," you stiffened and pushed Bucky reluctantly.
"Even if the president entered, I'd still fuck you on this counter."
“You can't mean that.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
You'd never been this daring with sex before, so you were puzzled and conflicted by the level of arousal the thought elicited in you. Although the kitchen was an open space connected to the living room, where anyone may enter at any time, the idea felt... exhilarating.
You swallowed, your thoughts becoming disorganized as your body shifted. “No. Don't stop.” You grinded into the thrust of his fingers. “Bucky, please. If you want to fuck me here, then don’t make me wait any longer. I need you.”
Bucky chuckled, lightly slapping your thigh as he stood. “So impatient, aren't you?”
“Very, and I am trying not to get caught.” You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and guided it into you.
Bucky lets out a sharp exhale. “Feels so fucking good and I'm barely inside.”
"More," you whimpered, pressing yourself back into his length.
"Is this too gentle for you, sweetheart?" His words was laced with mockery as he watched you fuck yourself on his dick. You shrieked as his large hands seized your hips, pinning you down as he thrusted up inside of you, making you call out for more again and again. "Would you like me to fuck you like a slut?"
You nodded, words already drifting across the room and away from you. His mouth was so filthy, it sent shivers down your spine.
"Suck," he ordered, inserting a digit into your mouth and groaning loudly as you swirled your tiny tongue around him. His strokes were fast and hard, hitting perfectly and driving the air out your lungs.
"Look at you, so fucking needy and desperate. Thought you were smart, baby? But here you are, begging for my cock where anyone can just enter and see you. You've totally lost control, haven't you? Guess we're not leaving this kitchen until you're so stuffed that you're leaking." You couldn't hold back your moan as he nibbled up your neck, grunting as he slipped in and out of your body with ease.
“Right there, Bucky. O-Oh god.” Your body bounced back and forth with each thrust, and he knew you were as close as he was.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” He grunts, and you remove his finger from your lips, lightly scratching his back with your fingers as you attempt to push him further despite the fact that you are already stretched to your limit. “Tell me you're mine.”
“I'm y-yours.” You managed to respond as Bucky continued to fuck the consciousness out of you. "I am all yours, Buck."
You could feel his dick twitching, his thrusts becoming increasingly short and urgent, desperate to have your orgasm. Arousal gushed between your legs, coating both your and Bucky's thighs. It was messy—dirty. But Bucky loved every second of it. His thumb brushed across your clit, watching your reaction to his touch.
The pleasure was overpowering, ultimately leading to your climax. You came with a sob while Bucky continued to spill into your walls, fucking you throughout his orgasm.
You both fell silent, the thin space between your bodies filled only by the harsh humid exhalations. His thumb rubbed back and forth across your soft skin, as if it were his first time touching something so delicate.
He caught your wrist and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “You think FRIDAY can forgive us?”
You blinked up at Bucky. “FRIDAY? What do you mean?"
"I might have to ask her to remove the footage of us in the kitchen."
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summary: As you prepare for another party at the Stark Tower, you find yourself feeling insecure about your body, which Bucky notices.
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warnings: 18+ minors dni. smut. insecure!reader. mentions of insecurity/negativity towards own body. mirror sex. unprotected sex. stay safe, people! usage of endearments such as doll & sweetheart. fingering. slight edging. praise kink. dirty talking.
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A party.
As if Tony Stark didn't already have enough parties to celebrate, he announced another, which landed on your today's to-do list. Rather than staying warm and cozy in your bed, you are expected to attend the event because, as Tony said, he has to showcase his incredible teammates and the mastermind behind his events. He might have meant it, but it was more of a bribe to get you to attend the party, which you organized.
"You ready for the party, doll?”
You took the fifth dress off your body and stood in front of the mirror as Bucky walked into your room. You knew it wasn't healthy to fill your mind with negativity, but facing yourself naked—bare and all your flaws exposed—was painful to witness. It was always a fight to see one's own attractiveness and you felt terrible.
"We shouldn't go," you muttered as you gave yourself another look. "I look awful."
Throughout your relationship history, it's always been unsettling to find your partner staring at your naked body. But when you met Bucky, you realized he was everything your partners weren't. Although it was never enough to change your feelings about yourself, it was enough to allow you to be at ease around him, to let go of the insecurities you knew Bucky loved and accepted.
You were about to turn when you felt a hand snaking around your bare waist all the way down to your hips. His warm breath cascaded down the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Bucky was always intimate, yet his touch always left you feeling as if you had never been touched before.
"You shouldn't be doing that," Bucky whispered, his soft lips playing along your neck, gently nibbling and kissing your delicate skin. Your back arched as a desperate whimper escaped your lips. How can a touch so pure and intimate feel so dirty?
"Do what?" You asked breathlessly.
"Hating the body that I worship." His arm draped behind you, his hands brushing up and down your arm in a casual yet possessive manner.
You casted a gaze over him. Bucky opted for a different look than his usual leather jacket and jeans. His slacks and coat were both blue, almost matching the hue of his stunning eyes; the overall effect was enough to drive you insane. Bucky had never been one to like dressing up, but tonight appeared to be an exception.
"Bucky," you murmured, your mind foggy with the need for his touch.
Bucky chuckled at your desperation. "What do you want, doll?" You were blissfully unaware of your hands reaching for his neck, softly tugging his dark brown hair. As he leaned closer to your ear, a deep laugh rumbles within his chest. "I need you to use your words, baby."
Bucky already knew the answer. He was well aware of what you wanted, and it was him. However, he will not start until you begin begging for him, until your mouth was filled with nothing but the whines of his name.
"I want you to show me," you voice barely came out as a whisper. "Show me how much you worship me."
"If I do, are you going to see yourself the way that I do?" Bucky whispered, his lips gliding across your ear and then back down to your neck. His hand caressed your torso, travelling from hip to breast. "You are the embodiment of temptation. The sweet and inviting apple that I am willing to take. Why can't you see that?"
You gnaw on your lip. How were you supposed to answer that?
Bucky slid his hand beneath the thin material covering your breasts and used his fingers to encircle your nipple as he bit and kissed across your shoulder. He tugged, the sliver of pain causing your back to arch in a soft cry. Bucky gripped your jaw and turned you to face the mirror, making you look at your reflection. "Look at how desperate, needy, and ready you are for me, and I barely even touched you yet."
"Stop being a tease, Bucky." You turned, losing patience, and pulled him into you, pressing your mouth over his. You slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. "I want you."
Despite his best efforts, Bucky found himself kissing you hard on the mouth, his tongue gliding slowly and sweetly across yours. "God, you will be the death of me." The kiss was slow yet intense, as if he was fervently attempting to send a message through the contact of your lips together.
He pulled away, leaving you gasping for air and yearning for more. "Take your clothes off. I want to see all of you."
You were still reeling from the lust that had seized you before you followed his order. Bucky was a man of few words, but when the two of you were alone, his mouth could only speak of filth.
And you never found yourself complaining.
Bucky stripped naked and held his gaze on yours as you watched him. He was carved and sculpted to resemble a Greek deity, and the way he looked at you made you want to submit to whatever he asked.
Your eyes drifted downward and you felt your mouth watering. He's perfect. Big and thick that you could feel your thighs clench in anticipation of having him inside you. Bucky gave himself a slow stroke, his eyes remaining locked on yours.
"You don't need to do that."
You had no idea you were kneeling and reaching for his cock. You couldn't take your eyes away from it as he stroked himself. "I want you, Bucky."
"I know, baby. But this isn't about me."
Bucky brought you up to his chest, your hardened nipples pressing against his exposed flesh. His rough hands reached for your arms, pressing them against your sides, capturing you. "Tonight is all about you. Do you understand?" he asked, placing his leg between your thighs.
"But I need more." You humped against his knee, seeking for any friction that you can get when you heard the loud music echo outside your room.
It snapped you out of your daze. The party must have begun, and your presence was needed. You were supposed to be in charge of the event, but here you were, shamelessly rubbing yourself on Bucky. "Bucky, wait. The party-"
"Stark will have another one in a week or two. He's never out of them." His mouth slid down your throat. "I can make it quick, but do you want it that way?"
You paused for a beat. "No, but Stark needs me to host the event. You know how it goes when I ditch him."
"Do you think you'll be able to do that when we leave this room?" Bucky questioned, digging his hand into your mass of hair and tilting your head back. You winced at the roughness, but it felt good. "You won't even be able to walk once I'm done with you."
You wouldn't protest if it weren't for the party. Stark wouldn't stop whining about your absence when you choose to get fucked in your room, only a few steps away from being overheard by a swarm of guests. "I have to be there, Bucky."
Bucky ignored you and repositioned you in front of the mirror. "Tell me what you see."
You remained looking down at your feet. Anything above them only represented parts of you that you despised. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" You shook your head and sighed. His hand trailed down your waist, sending goosebumps on your skin. Bucky went further beneath your waist and down to your clit. "I'll answer for you."
Bucky rubbed little circles over your clit, eliciting a faint moan from you as he proceeded to nip at your skin as if you were a meal he wanted to savour, not wanting to consume it too quickly. You closed your eyes, reaching behind you to grab his neck.
"Oh, no, doll. You're not closing those eyes." You snapped your eyes open and gasped at the explicit scene unfolding in front of you, "Keep your eyes here, baby." Bucky pointed up to the mirror in front of you. He carefully inserted one finger into you, watching your jaw drop as he grazed the sweet spot deep inside you.
You blink your eyes up at Bucky, captivated by the intensity of his darkened eyes. "Do you.. Do you think I'm attractive?"
The question slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to swallow it. It sounded insecure and out of place, which is precisely what you were. Bucky was not blind, and you are not either. Women would fall to their knees anytime he passed by, and you're left wondering why he chose you. There was nothing you could bring to the table that others could not.
"You think I don't?" Bucky asked, reaching down with his free hand and lifted your thigh, spreading you wide to allow him easier access while he dug another finger inside you.
You fought the urge to close your eyes, but the sight of being stretched out and fingered by Bucky was too sexy, the cold metal adding pleasure against your walls as he pumped it in and out, bringing you clenching eagerly around him.
"I-I just think that you do because you love me." Your inhale was ragged, swallowing a moan all the way to the back of your throat. "If it weren't for your feelings, if I were just a random woman you met in a club, you wouldn't even look at me."
His chest expanded as he inhaled deeply. Bucky was not pleased with your words. He withdrew his fingers quickly. "Bend over and place your hands on both sides of the mirror."
You were not required to be asked twice and were able to guess what Bucky was up to.
Bucky wanted to take you while you watch.
Bucky pressed himself against your back, his tip gliding against your aching clit. "If you were some random woman that I met in a bar, I'd get all worked up just thinking about you. I'd imagine you in every possible position and on every fucking surface in my house. I'd feel ashamed thinking about it, thinking if you would give me a chance, because how can someone this beautiful ever be mine?"
His words blew you away, and your heart stuttered in your chest as your clit throbbed for attention. Bucky was causing you to feel so many emotions simultaneously that words hardly formed in your head. You must have lost your mind somewhere along the way, your primordial instincts taking charge until your body took complete control.
You pushed yourself against him, the first bare inch of him plunging into you with a soft cry. Regardless of how many times you did this with Bucky, you always required some time to adjust.
"Bucky, please. I need this. I need to feel you," you pleaded, the need growing unbearable, and Bucky was more than willing to oblige. His flesh hand dips into the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes, and he began thrusting recklessly into you.
"God, Y/N," he breathed, pulling you close to his body. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Squeezing me nice and tight. Look at you, taking me all in. Little hole is just begging for this, isn't she?"
You nod and find Bucky with his eyes rolled back, his groans are louder and more filthy than before. "And my feelings for you does help." Bucky pulled out almost all the way before burying himself back into you, drawing a choked moan from both of you. "It makes me want you even more, and I have no intention of letting you go."
"Oh my god, Bucky, right there." The raw need in your voice caused him to groan quietly.
You were lost and drowning in pleasure. With the party on going, anyone could catch you like this. Anyone could walk in and find you in this state with Bucky, and neither of you were concerned in the slightest.
"Do you know how perfect you are? Fuck. So warm and soft and all mine." His metal fingers reached down, rubbing your clit as he bit and sucked your neck. Bucky ruts his hips against yours, his breath feeling hot against your skin. Bucky ensured that your eyes were open and that you were watching him ruin you through the mirror. "Can you see how you drive me insane, baby? This. This is what you do to me. And I want this to be carved into your mind every time you think of your body. Think about me, the person who can't get enough of it."
"Please, Bucky." You have no idea how long you've been pleading or for what, but Bucky understood. Your own small whimpers are growing louder, and you could feel your eyes closing.
"Told you not to close those eyes, doll. If you do, I'll stop. So keep those pretty eyes on me, and I'll let you come." He started pounding into you again, holding your chin, watching as your face screw up as your pleas become more desperate while you fight the urge to close your eyes.
"I c-can't. It feels too good. Please, Bucky..." Tears began to trickle from the corners of your eyes. "I...I'm so close."
"That's it, come for me, baby. Make sure to watch me stuff you full. Let me see you make a pretty mess on my cock."
All it took were a few thrusts and you came. You felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure. You toss your head back and groan as Bucky becomes increasingly rough with each trust, feeling woozy from the intensity of the pleasure. Your chest rises as you struggle to remain still while Bucky worked you through your orgasm.
"Fuck, I'll never get enough of this. You'll be so full of me, you'll be in that party dripping." He gripped your hips, his entire body quivering as he groaned desperately into your skin. Bucky spilled into you with a broken groan after a few more thrusts.
Your legs were trembling and you were hardly able to maintain your posture, but Bucky was quick enough to hold your weight. You barely caught your breath before speaking. "You're good at this worship thing."
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