Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"Have you even tried it?"

"Never even considered it."

"I don't know why, it's a classic."

"Have you?"

"Hey, man... this isn't my answer. I asked you the question."

"I just don't like the idea of my daughter running to me crying my name just to have my wife moan the same name later that night."

"It's not that bad."

"You have no children, you fucking dumbass."

"Came close a few times."

"What the fu- what about you?"

"Obviously, I have. I don't think Steve likes it either. You old men tend to like the same things."

"He actually does have a daddy kink."

"Bucky!"

My head turns back and forth on the pillow for the longest thirty seconds of my life as I try to fall back asleep but, the voices outside talking about nonsense and the breeze filling the house smelling crisp and clean that was definitely carried from the lake makes me sigh heavily out of some annoyance and discomfort when I feel the small twinge of pain in my asscheeks now that I am sleeping on my back. I groan a little under my breath with my face scrunching as I bend my legs and push my feet in the comfy couch cushions to try and relieve some pain in my ass but it is no use so I just roll with it and let it throb out into nothing when I rest back into the couch

"Great." Bucky sighs as well after hearing my breathing change. "You fucking woke her up, Sam." He grumbles

"Steve's the one who yelled." Sam defends himself. "And you were just complaining about how you want her to wake up." He adds and it lifts a small smile on my face

"She comes first, obviously." He mutters. "I always let her sleep until she wakes up unlike you."

"Aye, it was one time." He continues to defend himself as Bucky fires round after round at him

"You woke your one night stand up to have sex in the private living room when everyone else was in the kitchen." He huffs and is clearly still uncomfortable by the situation and so is Steve according to his emotions

"What's wrong with that?"

"There's no door!"

I hum a small chuckle at their conversation and when I get enough courage, I sit up and push the blanket off of my legs, just to stay hunched over my thighs for a moment to let my brain fully wake up as I blink my eyes before rubbing them until I make my own personal kaleidoscope I zone out in. When my eyes and vision come back down from swirling in different colors and patterns, I run my hands through my hair to pull it up in a bun during my walk to the open glass door where Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Michelle all sit around the table.

"Good morning, my beautiful." Bucky smiles when looking me up and down with his smile that turns into a smirk when he licks his lips

"Hey, Bucky Honey." I clear my throat. "What time is it?" I ask and am pretty sure it's in the afternoon

"Two thirty." He smiles, still being happy to see me

"Good noon, then." I greet back with a small smile that is still sleepy

"You look like you slept well." Sam smirks and I look down at my sweatpants that now rest on my hipbones to show the thin black band of my thong sitting on my hips thanks to Bucky's shirt that rolled up to my waist. "And cold." He adds

"Sam." Bucky sneers through his teeth and adapts a look of anger and annoyance as I look down at my nipples that are showing through the thin athletic material. "Fuck off." He snaps at his friend