"I'm just sayin'," you sighed, dipping your feet into the cool water. "I'm horny as fuck and this," You held up your hand, "ain't cutting it."
Nat snorted into her straw, her black sunglasses perched on her nose. The other girls couldn't help but giggle and Pepper nodded in agreement. "Don't look at me like that," she told Wanda. "Tony's wrapped up in some new project. It's been weeks."
"Maybe a certain metal armed super soldier would help you out, Y/N," Maria teased, nudging your arm and you rolled your eyes. "I mean, you did christen your vibe "Sarge."
The others laughed again and you simply shrugged. It was no secret, your raging lust for the former Winter Soldier. And who could blame you?
Just then, he walked past. Tight black t-shirt. His hair pulled back. Black Wayfarers. He looked like a fucking god and you were sure he knew it.
"Ladies," he called out as he passed, a smirk on his perfect lips.
"Barnes," the five of you called back before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Before long, all the men had made their way out. Gathered in the larger pool, a very competitive game of volleyball had broken out and the five girls were very interested.
"Jesus, how many abs does Rogers have?," Pepper sighed dreamily, working on what was her fourth drink of the afternoon.
"Way too many," Nat nodded.
"Wilson looks good," Wanda said and the rest of you hummed in agreement.
"Think Y/N is too focused on Barnes to notice the others," Maria joked and you simply nodded. You certainly were.
Shirtless, tanned. He was a god.
"Okay ladies," you sighed after a few moments, the ache between your thighs too great to longer ignore. "I'm out. Gotta fix a problem."
"Have fun with "Sarge," Y/N!," Pepper called out as you walked back toward the compound and you rolled your eyes. That was the plan.
"Y/N!," Bucky called out as you passed and you turned, pushing your sunglasses up and raising a brow. "You wanna play, sweetheart?," he asked with a smirk, tossing the ball up in the air.
"Maybe later, Sarge."
You missed the look he gave you as you swayed your hips, closing the door behind you.
You were sweating.
Three orgasms and you were still ridiculously needy. Your body was on fire, moaning louder and louder as you worked toward a fourth.
You couldn't help it, this is what he did to you.
The cool metal vibrator buzzed, and your eyes were shut. It was his hand, his fingers. Pushing you closer and closer to another release. Writhing, you were so close.
"That feel good, sweetheart," you imagined his voice in your ear, against your neck. Against your sticky skin. "Does it baby? Do my fingers feel good?"
"Yes, Sarge."
It was low, breathy. Primal.
"More, baby?," his breath even closer and you nodded furiously.
You could taste it, it was so close. Teetering on the edge. Almost there. And the knock on the door pulled you completely from your fantasy. Ripping that release from you.
Someone was going to die.
You tossed the vibe into the drawer, grabbed your clothes and rolled out of bed, opening the door to a very smug looking Bucky Barnes.
"So...," he hummed, leaning against the doorframe, the smirk never leaving his face. He took a moment to take you in, your completely fucked-out state. There was no hiding what you'd been doing, and you truly had no shame.
"So what, Barnes?," you began, more than slightly annoyed. "It's clear I'm busy. What do you want?"
His grin widened and he wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead.
"How many this time?," he asked and you rolled your eyes. Was this necessary? "Come on, Y/N. How many?"
"Three," you sighed, "nearly four of you hadn't interrupted me."
He chuckled and brushed a sweaty hair from your face. "Three, hmm? Impressive."
You wanted to punch him.
"Still pretending that metal thing is me? You know the deal, baby."
Yep, still wanted to punch him.
"I can give you number four..."
"Number five," he shrugged casually.
"Maybe even numbers six and seven if you're up for it."
You moaned, the need growing again.
"Is that what you want?," he asked and you whimpered, nodding your head.
"Yes, Sarge."
