(This is something I found on Tumblr, and it IS NOT MINE. I can't seem to find who wrote it because I'm blind, but this is something probably the best SMUT I've ever read. Enjoy!!!)
What I’m saying is, you men have it so easy in terms of sex,” you slurred slightly, gesturing wildly at the group of Avengers seated around the room. “We women really get the short end of the stick.”
“Sometimes literally!” Nat called out with a devious grin.
“Care to run that by me again, sweetheart?” Bucky asked from across the sofa, his own voice not unaffected by the copious amounts of alcohol the whole team had enjoyed tonight.
“You, all of you,” you said as you turned to face him, your arm grabbing the back of the couch for support while your body leaned unintentionally in towards him, “you just get up, get off and go. You have no idea what it’s like for us!”
“I’m thinking this is one of those times when we just smile and nod, Buck,” Steve suggested wryly from his seat near the pool table.
“Don’t patronize me, flag boy!” you snapped.
Steve chuckled and held up his hands. “On that note, I think I’ll call this a night. Be good, Y/N, I know that you love me really. Bucky, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and don’t do anything that Tony would do.”
You watched as the super soldier made his way out of the room with only the slightest falter to his step. Obviously, Steve had not had nearly as much to drink as you had. Why were you yelling about sex again?
“So tell me, Doll,” Bucky said, reclaiming your attention. “Why is it so hard for women?”
“Look, men are basically guaranteed an orgasm, right? You shove your cock somewhere nice and soft, thrust a couple of times and wham, bam, thank you ma’am, you’re all blissed out. I, like many women, do not reach orgasm through just penetration. That means that while you have achieved nirvana and are ready for a nap, I have to find a way to stimulate other areas in order to join you in happy town.”
Seriously, why were you talking about this with Bucky? Bucky, the cute, blue-grey eyed, quiet, man of mystery that you had been crushing on since he moved into Avengers Tower several months ago. Sure, you were friends with the guy but you had never talked about anything like this before. No doubt it had to do with your recent breakup and the incredible sexual frustration you had been building throughout that entire relationship. Those ingredients plus hormones and alcohol had mixed in your bloodstream to form a poison cocktail: it had killed all your filters and left you a rambling mess.
“Are you saying that you can’t achieve orgasm through penetrative sex or that you haven’t yet?” Bucky asked, cocking his head to the side slightly as he studied you.
“Same thing.”
“Not the same thing at all, sweetheart. Haven’t just means a man hasn’t done his job correctly yet.”
You stared back at Bucky, blinking stupidly. Was your brain so foggy because of the beer or because of the way that he was looking at you?
“See, I’m thinking we may need to do a little experiment, sweetheart,” Bucky suggested, his voice dipping lower as he moved down the sofa to be closer to you. His metal arm came up to brush against your arm on the back of the couch, the smooth cold of his touch instantly raising goosebumps along your skin, and you turned your head to look at it, perplexed by this new development.
