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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

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Working It Out

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Based on what the team sees, you and Bucky hate each other. They would blush redder than Tony’s suit if they knew what happens behind closed doors.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: SMUT, self-edging mention, rank kink, breath play

Word Count: ~2000

Note: Felt like writing Bucky this morning. Just a quickie. I cannot admit or deny possibly writing this instead of taking notes in class…

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Steve flinched as you walked into the training room. His sparring partner, Bucky, saw the look and turned to see you walking in. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear, but saw Steve pull the face. The “don’t be mean” face.

“Still sassing me behind my back, James? I thought we were past that,” you quipped. Your muscles strained and pulled as you warmed them up.

“Just saying things I’ve said before, doll. Things you explained to me, quite clearly and loudly, that you did not want to hear again.” He parried Steve’s advance and threw him to the floor with a bit more force than usual.

“Don’t call me ‘doll!’” Your hands gripped the pair of ropes tighter.

“Guys,” Steve interrupted, “can we not do this again?”

You felt bad for Steve, but “this” had been going on for months. You joined the team and everything seemingly went downhill. They saw you two pick apart every flaw and insecurity of the other, wondering why you two couldn’t stand to be in the same room.

“Don’t hate me, but spar it out.” Steve held up his hands in defense as you started to complain. “All I ask is that you don’t kill or permanently damage each other. Now I’m going to leave, and I will lock you both in here if I have too. Just… work it out.” He left in a huff with one last glance at Bucky. You heard the lock click then gasped as Bucky descended onto your lips.

“Tony’s cameras?” you asked between breaths.

“Friday and I have an agreement.”

“How much time do you think we have?”

“Enough.”

He pushed you down onto a bench press and hovered over you. His lips were swollen, eyes lust-blown, and he already had a thin sheen of sweat that couldn’t wholly be from training. Your legs fell to either side of the bench after he tugged down your running shorts. He left your panties on, eyeing you accusingly as he ran a finger up the wet that already seeped through.

“What? A little edging for breakfast isn’t terrible. And it means I’m ready for you.” You wiggled your hips and pushed down on his hand. He adjusted to cup your sex and press his thumb into your clit.

“But getting you ready is almost my favorite part.”

“Then do something about it… Sergeant Barnes.”

His tensed, his muscles twisting and his metal arm whirring. He took a deep breath. This was not something you guys did often. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He dug his thumb into your clit. You writhed from the jolt.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky shoved his shorts and boxers to the floor and straddled the bench, then pulled your legs over his thighs. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing your panties to one side. Your skin prickled with chills as he gripped your hips with both hands, one cold and one warm. You keened as he barely worked his way inside of you.

“Hey, watch the sounds, doll. We’re supposed to be beating each other to a bloody pulp.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as he suddenly pulled you the rest of the way onto him. “I promise I’ll pull the nice ones from you later.”

He gave you a few seconds to adjust then began a merciless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed with Bucky’s grunts and you sucking in air. Electric shots shuddered through you as you arched, taking him deeper. You cried out and moaned loudly

He angled himself up so he could continue to smack into you but cover your mouth with his metal hand. You sucked his thumb into your mouth. Bucky watched as you swirled your tongue around it. He increased his rhythm. You moaned, anticipating the revenge for teasing you would receive later.

His hips shifted to hit your g-spot. The sweat that broke on your skin helped you slid up and down the bench as he continued to hit it. Inside you, your pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Bucky’s breath began to hitch like it does when he’s close. His hand slipped out of your mouth, moving to fall to one side. You pulled it back up to your throat. Holding it there when he slowed and tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, James,” you hummed. He shifted to switch which hand was going to be around your throat, but you stopped him. “The metal one. You won’t hurt me.” You stroked his forearm as he gave in. Air flowed into your lungs in short bursts as his fingers tightened under your jawline. Your vision began to spot. His gasps and grunts sounded louder to you, mingling with the rushing of hearing your own pulse.

Wave after wave of bliss surged through you as he released your throat. Absently you felt your walls squeeze around his cock. With a final guttural moan, he spilled into you, stilling fully.

He thrust into you a few times to pull you both down from the high, then slid onto the floor and dragging you with him.

For a few seconds, you let yourself relax on his chest. Your body rose and fell which each of his breaths.

“Why do we keep this a secret again?” you mumbled into his neck.

“Because we don’t want to be each other’s weakness on a mission,” he sighed. He didn’t sound convincing, and he knew it. Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t want to give Wilson the satisfaction fo being right. He called this about two days after I met you.”

“Agreed. Can’t let Sam know.”

You groaned as Bucky leaned up and sat you on the bench so you both could get dressed.

You actually sparred for a few minutes before Steve came back in. “So, how’s it going in here?”

“Thank goodness. Now Bucky can leave and shower before he stinks up the whole tower.” You shoved him away after breaking out from under his bicep.  

He sneered at you, then walked past Steve with a huff. He called back over his shoulder, “you should stop too. Wouldn’t want your girl arms to give out on you and crush you under a weight or something.”

“You bast…”

“Hey!” Steve interrupted, “language.”

Steve rolled his eyes as you pretended to force choke Bucky as he walked out the door. You joined your soldier followed a few minutes later. Saving water with Bucky was the best way to relax after a sparring match.

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Birthday Bash with a Bang

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It’s your birthday, and your favorite winter super soldier has several surprises for you. If you can find him, that is.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, original Avenger team (plus Bucky of course. Consider it an AU)

Warnings: SMUT. Toying. Clues. Drinking. Slight metal hand kink.

Word Count: 2500

Note: It was my birthday this week, and I wanted to treat myself. Sorry if this runs a bit long, I wanted to make sure I got every one of the original team. For the those of you who also have a birthday today, or are reading it on your birthday, or on your un-birthday… happy birthday. Enjoy your present.

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You rolled over and felt the sun warm your eyelids. A normal morning like any other, but today was special.

Today was your birthday.

You stretched out to feel for your other half, but he wasn’t there. You blinked, confused. This was unlike him. Heck, last year he almost gave you a heart attack when you saw the brightly colored hat on his head before you even had time for caffeine. Maybe he didn’t want to scare you again.

You breathed deeply and rolled onto your back. The scent of coffee reached your nose. Already he was off to a great start, even if he wasn’t there when you woke up. You rolled out of bed in your sleep shorts and tank top and made your way down to the kitchen. The machine was popping and hissing softly, and in your sleepy haze, you wrapped your arms around the figure standing in front of it.

“Hey, Y/N. Happy birthday.” Steve looked down at you and grinned as you took a step back.

“Oh, thanks, Steve. Um. Have you seen Bucky?”

“Can’t say that I have.” He poured some coffee into a cup and passed it to you. “But he did leave me instructions for your morning brew. Two sugars and two creams, then pour the coffee.”

You took a sip. “It’s perfect Steve, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Oh, and he left this for you too.” He handed you a small red envelope off the counter and left with his own cup so you could read in peace. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, you shredded open the flap.

               Dear Y/N,

                               I have several surprises in store for you today, but you’ll have to find me first. I’ve left clues with each of our teammates that you’ll have to read in a certain order. Follow the clues; I promise it’ll be worth it.

                               Hope to see you soon,

                                               Bucky

Your legs quaked at the thought of what Bucky considered “worth it.”

A slip of paper fell out of the envelope. On it was the picture of a spider and two figures fighting. You finished your coffee and took off running. On the way to the sparring room you passed Clint and laughed at his terrified face as he pressed up flat against the wall. You mentally took a note of his direction in case he had a clue later.

Natasha and Sam were sparring when you got there, panting hard but exhilarated. Your sweaty pajamas didn’t bother you; you had a feeling you wouldn’t need them later. Falcon looked up as you came in and waved. Nat took the moment to grab his arm and flip him. You cringed when he thudded against the padding.

“Way to go and distract me, Y/N.”

“Don’t go blaming her,” Nat said, giving him a hand. “You know better than to give your opponent an opening. And even then, it’s her birthday so leave her alone.”

“Oh yeah! Happy birthday!” He ran over and gave you a hug, spinning you around before letting go. “And Rhodey sends you love too, but he got a call this morning. He’ll be back later.”

Nat came over next. “Happy birthday kiddo.” Her hug was gentle, but the gleam in her eye suggested ulterior motives. “I’ve got a whole thing planned for tonight. It’s not a surprise party since Buck is up to who knows what. Speaking of, are you ready for your next clue?” You nodded eagerly. “Alright, but this one has an action lock. You can either: one, land a punch on me…”

“That could take weeks,” you joked.

“… or, you can pin Sam.”

“K.” You dropped to your hands and spun your legs around, taking Sam’s feet out from under him. He fell with an “oof.” A second later you were hovered over him with your knee on his chest.

“I’m pinned, I’m pinned!” he laughed. He sat up and fake-dusted himself off as you stood to take the note from Nat. “You really wanted that clue. What’s Bucky up too?” he asked from the floor.

“I don’t know yet.” You flipped open the envelope, also red, and groaned.

Depending on which option you took from Nat, your next clue could go easy or hard. Who likes nests but doesn’t shoot arrows? Who wears red, but isn’t some form of insect?

“Do you have something to say to me, Y/N?” Sam smirked at you from his seat on the mat. Nat almost giggled.

“Sorry, Sam. Can I please have my next clue?”

“Sure.”

You jumped when he was suddenly on his feet in front of you. He pulled another red envelope from his pocket. On the front it read “Run.” It didn’t say where, but you took off anyway. It was hard to read when moving but you got the gist.

I am not of this world, but I defend it. Beware, I love to share my favorite drink during celebrations. P.S. Even super soldiers have a hard time surviving its strength.

Thor’s room came up around the corner. You hoped he was awake. He had the occasion to sleep anywhere and anytime. And naked. As glorious a sight that could be, his body wasn’t the one you were looking forward too. You pounded on the door loudly, just in case. He swung it open a few seconds later, clothed, and nearly suffocated you in a massive embrace.

“Lady Y/N! I wish you the best of days on this anniversary of your birth. Come, I have a few gifts for you.” He pulled you into his suite and lead you to a table with an envelope and a bottle of dark liquid. Bucky wasn’t kidding.

“Actually Thor, maybe we could save the booze for later. Like when everyone is together. I can take the note now and drink with you later.”

“Nonsense. One shoot shouldn’t hurt.”

“It’s called a shot. And the phrase is ‘one shot couldn’t hurt.’”

“Perfect, you agree. Here.” Thor shoved a shot glass into your hand and drank his. You followed, knowing he wouldn’t let go until you did. It burned all the way down your throat, but not as much as you thought it would.

“Hmm. Tastes like whiskey,” you said as Thor passed you the next clue.

“That’s because it is. I’m saving the real stuff for later. Bucky owes me twenty bucks for getting you to drink it though. Ha!”

You playfully punched Thor in the arm, hurting your knuckles more than your probably hurt him, and read the next clue.

Be sure to wear the protection provided at the door of your next stop. The ‘Science Bros” can do some crazy things. Pray I didn’t employ them to make the cake.

You giggled. You trusted that Banner could bake a cake, but you were pretty sure Tony had never cooked in his life. Not well enough for consumption anyway. You descended to the lab and was surprised to see Clint there. He was holding a package.

“I wanted to see their present instead of hearing about it later at Nat’s birthday bash. Here, you’ll probably need this.” He held out bag, which turned out to be a rain poncho and goggles. Clint stayed outside but pressed his face to the glass like a kid in a candy store.

Immediately upon opening the door you were doused with cold water. “Real classy guys,” you sputtered. Another step in you felt a tripwire against your ankle. Confetti rained down and stuck to the poncho, giving you a look you assumed was something close to that of a piñata.

“Classic,” Tony laughed. He was nearly folded in half while Bruce just smirked.

“Sorry, Y/N. It was his idea.”

“No entirely. You added the confetti.” Tony wheezed a few more times then pulled out his phone to take your picture. He almost dropped it when he saw the poncho. “Bucky wasn’t supposed to warn you! How did he even know?” he whined.

“Super soldier, remember? Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bruce pulled you closer to them as Tony took a selfie. “You can come in now, Clint.”

“That was grea- ahhh!” He opened the door wider than you had, which emptied the rest of the bucket of water on him. A few late shreds of confetti fell too. “Seriously?” he asked as Tony snapped a photo.

“Oh yeah. And here’s your clue Y/N.”

He’s probably in the room with you. Likes arrows. And is probably wet from Tony’s prank… though not as wet as you’re going to be.

You blushed and turned to Clint, who handed the last red envelope to you with a huff.

I love you no matter what part of the world either of us is in, but come to the room where we are together the most for what I hope is the best surprise of the night.

You left the poncho and goggles in the lab and rushed back to your room. But when you reached the door, you paused. How did this happen? You were dating the Winter Soldier, and you were part of the Avengers. How were you this special?

Bucky swung open the door as you stood there. The gleam in his eyes told you everything you wanted to know. The kiss that followed said even more than that. He shut the door and pressed you against it, lips pressed deeply into yours and hands wrapped tight around your waist.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmured, breaking away.

“Thanks, James.” Now you could look at him. He was shirtless and was only wearing black boxers. The tight ones. Already his erection was straining against the fabric. He noticed your gaze and chuckled before pulling you towards the bed.

“Are you ready for the rest of your present?” He sat you at the end of it and kneeled. All you could do was nod as he tugged down your shorts, still slightly sweaty from the running. Your panties were still intact, but his gaze was starting to make you pool. He ran a metal finger up the middle of your seat, cool on your rising heat. You let out a shuddering breath; he responded with a growl. “Tonight’s all about you. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to taste me,” you said, voice hoarse with desire. “I want to come just on your tongue alone. Please, James.”

At his name, he moaned and ripped off your panties. His hair skimmed over your thighs as he gave your folds a quick lick. You threw your arms back, bracing yourself for the oncoming heaven. Bucky kissed hard on your clit, humming into you as you hissed in pleasure.

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t hold back, let me hear you.”

You whimpered as he laid his tongue flat on you and breathed heavily before diving in. His pace was slow at first, warming you up and making you wet. Then he began to move his tongue in and out of you. You clawed at the sheets, moaning and shaking.

“Relax, Y/N,” he hummed into you, laying his cold metal hand on your stomach. He gently pushed you down before pinning your hips to the bed. Without the ability to move your hips, every sensation rippled through you. He was moving fast; you could feel your release coming. Your thighs wrapped around Bucky’s head, an action that inspired him to slide his metal hand down your waist to your clit to rub small, quick circles.

“Right there, James. You feel so good. Right… there…” You gasped as your walls tightened around Bucky’s tongue, then released. He sucked and licked up your wetness, rubbing your thighs as you trembled. He climbed his way up your body to kiss along your collarbone. Occasionally he would bite down on your skin, moving his way towards your sweet spot.

“Anything else, doll?” he asked between nibbles. You took a breath to answer him, but he found your sweet spot and sucked on it. You arched into him, suddenly breathless.

“I want to feel you in me. While you keep your mouth on me. Anywhere.”

Bucky leaned to one side and stripped off his boxers. He was fully hard now; it never ceased to amaze you how perfect he looked. He pumped himself a few times before leaning back over you. He teased your entrance, coating the tip in your juices, then slid into a little at a time. You rolled your hips to take more of him but froze as he started giving your breasts open mouthed kisses. Alternating sides, he circled his tongue around your nipples. His hands, one warm, one cold, ran up and down your sides before reaching up to knead your breasts.

He finished sinking into you, growling into your skin as you stretched around him. You brought one leg up to rest on his him as he started to roll into you. He would pull almost all of the way out before slowly dipping back in.

“Faster James. Please.”

“Anything you like, sweetheart.” He pulled out and slammed into you. You screamed as he continued to pound into you. He shifted his angle so he could hit your g-spot. Repeatedly. Your sighs and screams heightened in pitch. Bucky’s own grunts and moans became breathier. Your toes curled and you pulled Bucky’s face up to yours. His lips were full and tasted of you. He licked your lips, requesting entrance. You sucked his tongue into your mouth, shuddering as he thrust his tongue in and out of your mouth at an alternating pace to his cock. It twitched against your walls, making them clench around him. His pace began to falter, but he kept slamming into you.

“Come with me James.”

He thrust a few more times before you screamed his name, releasing as he spilled into you. He fell down beside you, panting and kissed you behind your ear.

“We’ve got to start celebrating your birthday every month.” He looked over at you, hair mussed and face flushed. You giggled. “And actually, we’ve got a few hours before Nat expects us downstairs for your party…” You didn’t give him a chance to finish before spinning on top of him. You ended a while later in the shower, cleaned up and ready to prepare to not look like you’d had a day of sex. Bucky pulled a box out of the closet.

“We can’t let the birthday girl appear without a party dress.” He held up a little blue dress, so dark it was almost black.

“Bucky, it’s beautiful.” You quickly put it on, loving the feel of the fabric on your skin. He zipped up the back for you, his fingers lingering on your shoulder.

“We’d better hurry, or we’ll never make it downstairs,” his hushed tone made you shiver.

After the party, when you both were sloshed with Thor’s gift, Bucky gave you an amazing second gift, you were just thankful that the walls were soundproofed. Happy birthday to you indeed.