Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers X reader Smut Fluff and other things

Truth or Dirty Dare?

(Steve Rogers X Reader): Warning Graphic content
*P.S. the photo above is the set you wear under your dress.*

It was Saturday night. Tony had sent out an invitation to every Avenger he knew and worked with. That included Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Natasha, Dr. Strange, Thor, Loki(even though he is not necessarily an Avenger, just being held for safe keeping), Clint, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Quicksilver, Peter, and lastly you. Tony was throwing another one of his party blowouts for everyone not having to save the planets ass once again. He threw one almost every month on the last Saturday giving everyone enough time to ALWAYS be free around that time. Sure the parties he threw were fun, but you all just sat around drinking and making a fool out of yourselves. And making a fool of yourselves was more than you all really honestly needed. Besides going and sitting around in a room, wearing a dress meant for eyes to be glued to it was not worth it. Then again, the females do tend to wear the most revealing clothes to purposely catch attention of nearby wandering men. In this case the only men you, Wanda, and Natasha could "Try" to arouse would be the 9 men who didn't really have a love interest. At least not that you girls knew of. Yet, you couldn't necessarily call Peter a man. The poor kid was way to young to seduce like that, besides, EW.

"Pleeeaassse! Please just put it on so we can leave already." Wanda and Natasha were down to begging. How could you! It was hard to put it on, almost confusing. Sure it was a cute ass set, sexy even. Thankful for it as you were, why was this deem-ably necessary to wear to a party? No one else was to see it! So what would be the point of wearing it if not to show someone how sexy you felt right now? After some debating you sighed and slipped on the leggings that clipped to the upper part of the waistband holding the nearly see through underwear. Considering the entire thing was white, it only made your burning red cheeks get brighter. Stepping out of the bathroom both Wanda and Natasha jaw dropped gawking at how you looked before them.

"Holy fuck!" Wanda had nearly spit her drink all over Nat who wasn't paying any attention to the liquid slapping the floor. "Your fucking hot!?" she gaped at you and it didn't really help much with the burning redness covering your cheeks. Sure it was a gorgeous set, there was no denying that. But you still couldn't see the reason why they'd bought it for you. You weren't dating anyone, nor were you secretly having sex with some rando. Maybe it was just for future references in case you did actually end up with someone.

"I don't think-" "Don't you say it Y/n. Now put on that damn dress and let's go party!?" They ushered you back into the bathroom where the dress dangled loosely on the bathroom door. As crazy as they were, you loved those girls. Nothing more than a bunch of goofballs playing the rolls of an assassin and a witch. It was hard to see why anyone thought they were scary when in all reality they were soft balls of friendship.

It wasn't long after you hand gotten dressed and threw on some heals that you and the two others made it to the limo awaiting you. Nothing too fancy, just a freaking limo! The long vehicle was almost like star gazing in the night sky. And the excitement coursing through your veins caused you to realize, you were wrong. You always had fun at his parties, no matter what happened. "Oh look. Champagne! That Tony!" Despite Wanda's words, a content feeling arose. This night was bound to be fun, because, why not?

"Hold on tight ladies we will be there within the next 30 minutes. Help yourselves to any champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and wine. Tony's orders ladies, let's not disappoint!" You three sat in the back giggling at the young man in the front of the vehicle. A young brown haired green eyed man with one of those caps and dressed in a tux. As if he were going too, must be nice to get paid by Tony himself. The driver has got to be making 400 dollars an hour. There's no doubt he might just be making more than 400.  "Don't mind if we do." Natasha's eyes wandered over to the champagne sitting in the cold can full of ice. It was only then that you'd noticed Wanda reaching for the strawberries. Swiftly you swatted at her hands and grabbed the pale of fruit. Clutching it tightly, she giggled at the face you'd made at her. Strawberries were a full on weakness, mix them with chocolate? That's a goddamn turn on. "Don't touch my orgasmic strawberries!" This resulted in you, Nat, and Wanda to burst into laughter that lasted the entire ride to Stark Tower. Even then when the limo pulled along side of the building, Natasha was still drilling irresistible jokes into your brains. Each one being corny or something that no one should laugh at. But why not, it's funny to you three. Which means your sense of humor is beyond the world.