lxxv. ENEMIES [smut]

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A/N – weloveyasmin threatened to take out my liver if I didn't write this. Bucky speaks Turkish now, don't question it. Contains: daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, spanking, teasing, begging, choking, slight overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Enjoy.

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You hit the mat with a dull thud, blinking in surprise as Natasha towered over you. She smiled sympathetically, holding out her hand to help you up.

"You're distracted," she observed, "usually it would take a lot longer to knock you down. Is everything—"

"Maybe she's just weak," a familiar voice piped up from across the gym. Bucky Barnes.

You were distracted, and it was all his fault. How were you supposed to concentrate on training when he was right there, shirtless, his metal arm whirring as he lifted weights? And his tiny grunts of effort were just enough to make you wonder if that's how he sounded when he—

"Leave it out, asshole," you snapped at him, shaking your head in an attempt to banish the filthy thoughts from your mind. It didn't work.

"What, now you're all worked up because I'm right?" he replied, sending you a cocky smirk as he stood up. You found yourself praying that he was done with his workout, just so you wouldn't have to be around him anymore.

In the background, Sam scoffed and muttered something to Bucky, but you were too irritated to care, even if it was probably about you. Much to your dismay, the super soldier rolled his eyes and walked over to you, casually leaning against a nearby treadmill.

"Barnes," Nat warned, fully aware of the pointless rivalry between the two of you, as well as your stupid, unrequited feelings for possibly the most annoying man in the universe.

"Romanoff," Bucky replied mockingly. "Hey, I'm just looking out for the rest of the team. And maybe if Y/N here can't hold her own, then she shouldn't be allowed to go on the mission tomorrow."

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, another voice cut you off. You glanced up to see Tony standing by the door, looking out of place in a three piece suit that was no doubt worth more than your entire existence.

"About that," he began, "Fury decided to make some last minute changes to our plans. Mission briefing, half an hour."

Groaning, you tucked your hair behind your ears and headed out of the room, pausing only to glare at Bucky because he deserved it. Slamming the door behind you, you made your way to the showers with a bleak sigh.

"What do you mean, I'm staying here?"

Needless to say, the meeting wasn't going well. Apparently, Fury had suddenly chosen to cut the amount of people who would be participating in tomorrow's mission, meaning that you would be left at the tower. You understood the logic behind his decision, but despised it all the same.

"Told you," Bucky smirked, clearly referring to his earlier comment about you supposedly being weak. You gritted your teeth and willed yourself not to reach over and slap him in the face.

"I don't want to stay here on my own," you argued, "it's boring."

"You won't be on your own," Fury responded drily, "because Barnes is staying here too."

"What?" you and Bucky exclaimed in unison.

Choosing not to contribute to the petty argument that was surely about to begin, Fury quickly dismissed the meeting, allowing everyone to leave the room one by one. When you were by yourself, you leaned back in your chair and pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated.

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