Marvel smut/imagines

Bucky barnes- Sexts

(Very Spicy, no smut, embarrassed Steve and a flustered Bucky.)

Tony had been droning on for what seemed like eternity.

Natasha was slowly nodding off, Sam was watching Pedro pascal edits and Steve, well Steve was listening intently.
As always.

Y/n was so bored, thinking of things to distract Bucky, who was somewhat concentrated, helping Steve with participation.

That's when it hit her. The photos, how did she not think of it earlier? It was genius, destined to distract Buck, plus it rewarded her with a live reaction of him being flustered. She didn't even know if he was aware you could send photos on his new phone, still grasping the mechanics of it.
He had probably never been sent a nude before either.

She quickly slid her phone out of her jeans, as discrete as possible.
She shot him the first one, a blurry photo that was in black and white, she was in black lingerie, sitting politely in sunglasses and heels in her work chair. Specifically the one he got her.

She heard the ding from across the table, an echoing little bleep of silence that was ignored by Tony who was focused on the physics they would need to apply to the quinjet.  Bucky sipped his water peacefully as he logged in to his phone, smooth emotion as he opened the message app. Suddenly everything stopped as he spit out his water loudly, slamming his phone to the table, shocked. Natasha snickered quietly as Tony slammed his marker onto the table.

"Oh I'm sorry, is something more entertaining than the law of quantum physics that could impact life and death?"

Natasha snorted as she nuzzled herself back into her sleeping position. Sam never moved, to busy zooming in on his phone.

"No, sorry." He carefully met her eyes, slipping his phone off the table, glancing to send a quick

-damn.

Unknowingly only encouraging her to get worse, committed to testing his limits.

She scrolled through her album labeled 'for James' and found one a little bit worse, easing him in slowly.
She was in all red, facing the camera, gathering her hair into a ribbon. The lingerie had straps that gripped her thighs tightly and rested snugly on her waist.
She sent out the photo with a text.

-Thx bub.

Bucky glanced at his phone absent mindedness clear as he scrolled to find her message, pupils widening as he saved the photo to his camera roll.

-Doll, save it for the end of the meeting

She grinned pulling up her folder again, finding one where she lay on a comfy recliner chair, bra twirled around her finger as she teased the camera.
Let's see who would be waiting now.

-oops

Heads started to turn as he got a third ding, curious as to their origin. He slowly glanced at the photo, unsure what she could send now, shocked at her topless figure. Sweat dropped down his brow and he removed his jacket, making sure the phone remained face down. He zoomed in slowly, mesmerized by her perky breasts.

-Jesus Christ.

-you like that?

-You look delicious

She grinned at his response, loving the success at breaking his shell. She quickly placed the second last one, she was wearing translucent underwear, showing a small pool of wetness at the base of the white daisies. He hair was pinned in a bun, daisies drawn across her eyelids. She quickly sent the text, hiding her phone under her legs, no need her co-workers to draw conclusions.

Everyone was focused on him and a small glance from Tony and Steve, trying to keep conflict at bay.

"Do you need to answer that?"
Sams eyebrows wiggled suggestively as Bucky shot him a hate filled glare.

He picked up his phone, a facial ID signing him in, he squirmed at the image, feeling hardness grow in his pants.

Natasha leaned over and caught a peek, sending Y/n a nod of approval.

-Y/n I'm getting hard. Stop.

-what are you going to do? Punish me?

-god.

He squirmed to find a proper position to hide his boner, pain making him finch as it rubbed against the wood of the meeting chairs. He felt himself raise further, blush covering his nose and cheeks.

The final photo, her and Yelena had had one two many glasses of wine at this point, ending up committed to taking sexy photos of each other, drunkenly speaking of becoming Victoria Secret models.

She was dead naked in this one, her wrists were tied roughly to the bed frame, red marks that grasped the skin created by his black leather belt.
Her hair was curled and surrounded her head angelically, a godlike affect with her golden locks framing her red lips.  Her back was arched and her mouth was slightly open, as if moaning.

- Enjoy my filthy boy.

He was almost scared to open this one, knowing that she had been getting more and more intense as they went on. The moment the photo filled his phone he froze, his belt around her wrists in his bedroom. His dick burned painfully as it stood, soreness sprouting from the tip, longing for something to relax it. Her words only made the entire situation worse,

My filthy boy

He didn't know how he ended up with you, he was a classic type guy and so were you...at first. Then the fucking started and he was introduced to a whole new world to dating someone.
Not that he didn't enjoy it.
He loved being your filthy boy.

"Alright that is it, Barnes!" Tony snatched the phone out of his grip, without looking at the photo transporting the screen to the hologram board.

"STOP!"
Y/n flew out of her chair scrambling to stop Stark, diving for his body with Bucky who was clambering over the other seats.

It was to late, gasps filled the room. Sickening silence filling the meeting, everyone gagged at her body on the screen, the dirty text only increasing the effect. Y/n was frozen in place, red blush engulfing her face. Bucky was maddening quickly, planning Starks untimely demise.

Barnes snatched away the remote for the projector, turning it off quickly.

"Damn, you think I could get some of that?"

A punch knocked any last cocky remarks from Tony, a yelp and blood accompanying the floor.

"Not another word about this." His knuckles stretched as he  looked around at the women nodding and the men trying to hide their boners.
Leading her out of the room and whispered into Steve's ear,

"You get hard from my girlfriend again punk, you lose the shield."

*****

Hope y'all liked that... I wrote it in 7th grade but I've gotten a lot of love so I suppose I'll keep it.
(Insert deathly scared emoji) 😟
-Your tormenting author