5. {You're Welcome}

Bucky settles himself into his usual seat at the conference table, his expression unreadable as he glances around the room. It has been another couple of days since that unforgettable moment with you in his room, and he couldn't shake the lingering sense of anticipation for the payback he has planned.

As the first to arrive, he takes the opportunity to gather his thoughts and prepare for what was to come. Tony and Steve enters the room shortly after, their casual banter filling the air as they took their seats. Bucky observes them with a hint of amusement, knowing that they were completely oblivious to the prank war brewing between you and him.

Meanwhile, you were on your way to the meeting room with Natasha in tow, engaged in a lively conversation about recent events. The two of you were deep in discussion, completely unaware of what's about to unfold today between you and Bucky.

"Okay, but don't you think this is pushing the boundaries a bit too far between you and him?" Natasha quips as you both stroll down the corridor at a leisurely pace, earning a quizzical look from you.

"Well, it's not as if we can take it much further, can we?" you retort, feeling slightly annoyed by the abrupt change in conversation. The air between you shifts from light-hearted giggles about recent escapades with Bucky to a more serious tone.

"I'm just saying, Y/N," Natasha pauses, searching for the right words, "I'm all for the sex aspect, but have you two even shared a kiss?" she asks, her words hanging in the air. You open your mouth to retort, but pause, furrowing your brow in contemplation.

"Um, no," you admit, acknowledging Natasha's observation. Despite the numerous intimate encounters you've shared with Barnes, the intimacy of a kiss has remained absent. "But why does that matter? We're friends who, apparently now and then, engage in bit of physical activity," you chuckle, failing to fully grasp Natasha's concern.

"It doesn't, I'm just playing the role of the caring friend, advising you to tread cautiously, that's all," Natasha responds, a hint of weariness in her sigh. Despite her words, she maintains a reassuring smile and shrug as you both approach the meeting room doors, earning a small eye roll from you.

As you step into the room, you both find your usual seats and settle in. Your eyes dart briefly to Bucky, who greets you with a polite smile, already raising your suspicion. You watch him closely as you drop your bag onto the seat beside you and place your cell phone on the table, ensuring it's on silent as per Tony's morning meeting ritual.

As the meeting progresses, you find it difficult to concentrate, Natasha's words echoing in your mind. You steal a glance at Bucky, seated opposite, engrossed in the discussion. His presence alone is enough to distract you, memories of your recent encounters flooding your thoughts.

You can't deny the growing tension between you and him, the line between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred with each passing day. Despite your attempts to rationalize the situation, there's an undeniable longing that lingers beneath the surface.

Tony drones on with his usual lengthy monologue, exacerbated by Steve's persistent questioning that often leads to heated debates between the two. You tune out, uninterested in listening any further, but suddenly, a sound emanates from your bag, drawing your attention.

The room falls into an uneasy silence as the sound from your side captures everyone's attention. Frowning back at the curious stares, you follow their gaze to your bag, where the familiar buzzing persists.

"Y/N, I've said it before, phones on silent," Tony reprimands with a disapproving glance, making you feel a pang of confusion since you're sure you had already silenced it.

"I...uh-" you start to explain, leaning over to your bag to pinpoint the source of the vibrating noise.

"Y/N, your phone is right there on the table," Steve points out, his voice tinged with a hint of concern as you glance back to your phone, feeling a wave of flustered embarrassment wash over you.

"I... It is on silent, I don't understand, I definitely-" you murmur just as the sound abruptly stops, leaving both you and the rest of the team bewildered, except for Barnes, who seems to wear a knowing smirk. He reclines in his chair, exuding a sense of calm, though his expression remains unreadable as he observes your flustered demeanor.

"Alright... As I was saying..." Stark resumes, his tone indicating his eagerness to steer the conversation back to the day's agenda.

Your bag rests on your lap, but you refrain from delving into it, unwilling to further disrupt the already tense atmosphere, especially with Stark's patience wearing thin. Another agonizing minute drags by you suddenly feel vibrations against your thigh, originating from your bag, the sound reverberating through the room once more.

This time, realization dawns on you, your eyes widening as you recognize the familiar sensation against your thighs. You clear your throat awkwardly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I... I wouldn't have put it in my bag, right?" you mumble, your voice only audible to you amidst the tension-filled air.

"Y/N!" Tony's voice cuts through the tension, sharp and demanding. A barely audible huff of laughter escapes from Bucky's direction, causing your eyes to narrow slightly before you shake your head, trying to dispel the rising annoyance.

"I know, I'm sorry, Stark. Give me a second," you utter hastily, swiftly unzipping your bag to delve inside. Your fingers search through the contents until they find the source of the disturbance. With a quick, discreet motion, you deactivate the device within your bag, your expression sheepish as you glance up at Tony.

"Sorry," you murmur, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle upon you as you address the room.

The room remains silent for a moment, the tension palpable as Tony regards you with clear annoyance. "Just... make sure it doesn't happen again," he grumbles, clearly eager to move past the awkward interruption.

You nod in agreement, offering a weak smile in an attempt to diffuse the tension. "Of course, Tony. It won't happen again," you assure him, inwardly cringing at the embarrassing ordeal.

As the meeting continues, you can't shake the feeling of Bucky's gaze on you, his knowing smirk only adding to your discomfort. Despite the initial embarrassment, a small part of you can't help but admire his cleverness, even if it means being the butt of his next prank.

Another agonizing minute or two creeps by, and once more, the unmistakable sound and sensation pulse through the room, amplified and relentless.

"Oh, for fucks sake, Y/N! Can you please just shut off whatever is causing that racket in your bag!" Tony's voice erupts with frustration, his patience wearing thin after the third interruption in rapid succession.

As Tony's frustration mirrors your own, a surge of panic and exasperation courses through you. With a sharp jolt of irritation, you snap, "FINE!" before hastily delving into your bag to retrieve the source of the disturbance. As your fingers close around the object and you pull it out, the realization hits you like a sudden thunderclap—it's one of your toys, a toy you're certain you didn't place in your bag this morning.

The room falls into stunned silence, every pair of eyes widening in disbelief. With a swift motion, you switch off the vibrator, the abrupt cessation of noise accentuating the awkward stillness. Only Natasha and Bucky manage to choke back a laugh, their eyes glimmering with suppressed amusement.

Ignoring their amusement, your focus remains fixed on the flabbergasted figure of Tony Stark. "I need to be dismissed," you state, pushing down the tide of embarrassment threatening to overwhelm you. Tony simply nods in response, and you quickly gather your belongings, tossing them into your bag before storming out of the room, the weight of humiliation heavy upon your shoulders.

The team members exchange bemused glances as you make your swift exit, leaving them in a state of bewilderment and amusement. Tony clears his throat awkwardly, attempting to salvage what's left of the meeting.

"Well, uh... that was certainly unexpected," Tony mutters, his voice betraying his surprise. Moments later, Bucky rises from his seat, announcing his departure. "And where do you think you're going, Barnes?" Stark demands, his irritation resurfacing.

Bucky responds with a casual shrug, spreading his arms as he backs toward the door. "Looks like that wraps up the morning briefing, Stark," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'll be geared up for city duty in no time." With a playful salute, he exits the room, leaving Tony visibly irked.

***

You're rapidly approaching your quarters, every step fuelled by the lingering frustration as you storm down the corridor, steadfastly refusing to cast a glance behind you. Your singular objective: to return the misplaced toy to its designated drawer and hastily resume your place in the meeting. With determination propelling you forward, you swing open your door and forcefully slam it shut.

As the realization sinks in as you notice no sound of the door closing behind you, you furrow your brow and turn to find Bucky swiftly slipping into your room and shutting the door behind him, effortlessly catching up with you. Your eyes narrow with a mix of frustration and suspicion as you stalk toward him and your bag drops to the floor. Closing the distance between you, you press him against the door, your proximity leaving little room for escape.

"Seriously, Barnes? What the fuck is wrong with you?" You hiss, your voice laced with accusation, fully aware that he's the one responsible for slipping the toy into your bag earlier.

Bucky meets your accusing gaze with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans casually against the door, unfazed by your aggression. "Hey, no need to get all worked up, sweetheart," he replies, his tone teasing as he meets your intensity with calm amusement.

Your frustration reaches a boiling point, and you jab a finger into his chest, your voice growing louder with each word. "Don't you dare play innocent with me, Barnes. Why in the hell are you poking around in my room, huh?" you hiss, keenly aware that he must have stealthily entered your room to retrieve your vibrator from the bottom drawer.

He arches an eyebrow at your accusation. "Oh, just like how you went rummaging through mine for my workout powder?" he retorts, exposing your own double standard.

Bucky's counterattack leaves you momentarily speechless, his words hitting a nerve as you grapple with the realization of your own hypocrisy. You lower your finger from his chest, your frustration giving way to a begrudging acknowledgment of his point.

"Okay, fair point," you concede, begrudgingly admitting the validity of his argument. 

He stands over you, his eyes carrying that familiar hunger, catching you off guard as your gaze momentarily flits to his smirking lips. "How were you even turning it on and off?" you suddenly question, your brow furrowing in confusion, uncertain about how he managed it.

This prompts a perplexed glance from him. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and displays an app, his expression retaining a hint of amusement. "With this." he responds, his brow arched as he observes the evident bewilderment on your face. "Wait, you didn't know it can be controlled via an app?" His smile widens at your surprise, clearly revelling in your reaction.

His reaction prompts a narrow glare to return to your eyes. "Evidently, no," you grumble, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at your lack of awareness regarding your own toy's capabilities.

Bucky's expression morphs into one of smug satisfaction, and his free hand drifts to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. You remain unresponsive, maintaining your glare as you stare up at him. "Well, why don't you give it a try?" he suggests, his voice laced with a hint of teasing mischief.

"I don't think so, Barnes," you reply, your voice firm as you push against his chest, creating a small distance between you. "We're not doing this today."

Bucky's smirk doesn't waver, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Why not?" he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I have time and I was thinking more along the lines of me, giving it a try on you."

Your resolve weakens slightly at his suggestive tone, but you quickly shake off the temptation, refusing to give in to his advances so easily. "You've got city duty with Natasha today." you remind, a hint of amusement creeping into your voice despite your best efforts to remain stern.

Bucky's smirk deepens at your reminder, but he doesn't seem deterred. "Oh, I'm sure Nat can handle things on her own for a little while," he replies, his tone confident as he continues to close the distance between you. "And besides, I think she'd understand if I had more important matters to attend to."

Your resolve is leaves and your eyes betray your surrender to his advances. His indication to continue spurs him into action; he swiftly lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, while your hands find purchase on his shoulders. With practiced ease, he guides you onto your bed, lowering you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours throughout the entire process, locking you in an intense gaze that speaks volumes of unspoken promises.

He retreats a step, leaving you perched on the edge of the bed. His gaze turns primal as he reaches into your bag on the floor, retrieving the toy and tossing it lightly onto the mattress beside you. Your curiosity piques at his actions, earning a quizzical glance from you.

"Clothes off, sweetheart," he commands, his voice carrying a mix of authority and playful anticipation. Stepping back, he leans casually against the wall, one leg bent against it, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that sends a thrill coursing through you. His posture exudes confidence, and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what's to come.

You hesitate only briefly before complying with Bucky's command, slowly shedding your clothes and tossing them aside, each garment falling to the floor with a soft rustle. Throughout the process, you maintain unbroken eye contact with him, your gaze filled with desire.

Once fully undressed, you settle back onto the bed, reclining against the pillows, your naked form exposed before him. Bucky emits a low, appreciative hum of approval at the sight, his gaze lingering over your body, drinking in every curve and contour with hungry admiration. The intensity of his stare sends a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire of desire that burns hot between you.

"Legs spread," Bucky commands, his voice low and filled with unmistakable desire, a fiery glint dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, you comply, parting your legs wide open, offering yourself to him fully.

Taking the initiative, you understand the unspoken desire in Bucky's gaze. With a confident yet anticipatory demeanor, you reach for the toy resting beside you and hold it in your hand, ready for his next command. With the toy now in your grasp, you feel a surge of empowerment, ready to explore the depths of pleasure under his guidance.

With his phone in hand, Bucky stands ready to take control of the device, his gaze fixed on you with silent instruction. Responding to his unspoken command, you slowly position the toy between your legs, anticipation building as you prepare for the experience to come. As you settle the toy into place, you glance up to meet Bucky's approving nod, a silent affirmation that you're on the right track.

With his thumb poised over the screen of his phone, Bucky maintains eye contact with you, his silent command echoing in the intensity of his gaze. As he presses down, the vibrator whirrs to life, its sudden activation eliciting a sharp gasp from you as you feel the sensations course through your body. The intensity of the vibrations sends a thrill racing through you, igniting a wave of pleasure that leaves you breathless and eager for more.

"That's it, doll," Bucky groans in approval, his eyes fixed on you with rapt attention as he continues to manipulate the device with his thumb. His words of encouragement fuel your arousal, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. With each pulse of the vibrator, you find yourself surrendering further to pleasure, completely under Bucky's control.

As the vibrations pulse through you, your body responds eagerly, each wave of sensation drawing forth soft moans of pleasure from your lips. You arch your back slightly, pressing into the toy as it teases and tantalizes you in all the right ways. Bucky's gaze remains locked on you, his expression filled with desire and satisfaction as he watches you succumb to the ecstasy he's orchestrating.

With his thumb still on his phone, he adjusts the intensity of the vibrations, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you as the sensations heighten. Your breath quickens, your skin flushes with heat, and every nerve ending in your body feels alive. You're completely at his mercy, lost in the intoxicating bliss of his control.

"Look at me, Y/N," Bucky commands next, his voice low yet commanding, noticing your eyes closing in the waves of pleasure washing over you. As you hold his gaze, your eyes drift downwards, and you catch sight of his own arousal, now apparent beneath his clothes. The sight sends a jolt of heat coursing through you.

Bucky sees your reaction and smiles darkly, his desire evident in the predatory gleam of his eyes. With a deliberate, almost teasing motion, he turns up the intensity of the toy, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body.

As Bucky uses his free hand to undo his pants, slowly revealing the full extent of his arousal, a light whimper escapes your lips involuntarily. You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the sound, but the sight of him, so exposed and eager, is too much to contain.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Bucky begins to pump at his length, joining you in your own self-pleasure. The synchronized rhythm of your movements heightens the intensity of the moment, each stroke bringing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He continues to manipulate the device with expert precision with the other hand, each adjustment sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body as it brushes past your sensitive clit with each short movement from you. Your head tips back involuntarily as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being, threatening to consume you entirely.

But just as you begin to lose yourself in the overwhelming waves of sensation, a low, warning from Bucky snaps you back to the present. "Y/N!" he growls, his voice dripping with authority, a clear reminder of where your focus needs to be.

"Bucky..." You whimper in response, the sound almost a cry of desperation as the heat between your legs continues to build. With a sense of urgency, your eyes snap back up to meet his, a silent plea written in their depths, conveying your intense desire for him to take you, to claim you completely, the need to feel him fully inside of you. 

"Not today, doll," he replies softly, his voice tinged with teasing amusement as he continues to pleasure himself, his eyes never leaving yours. Despite your silent pleas, he remains steadfast in his decision, teasing you with the promise of pleasure yet denying you the release you so desperately crave.

Another little moan leaves you, slightly disappointed but you surrender yourself fully to the sensations, your movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure consumes you. With every pulse of the vibrator, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of release, your body trembling with anticipation.

Bucky's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you, his own desire mirroring yours as he revels in the power he holds over your pleasure. With a final, deliberate adjustment of his thumb, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiraling into a blissful climax that leaves you gasping for breath and utterly spent.

As you shudder with the intensity of your release, Bucky groans out in pleasure, his own climax building rapidly. The shared ecstasy between you intensifies the connection between your bodies, drawing you closer together in a moment of pure, unbridled passion. With synchronized movements, you both reach the peak of pleasure, riding the waves of ecstasy together until you're both consumed by the overwhelming sensations crashing over you.

You come down from the euphoric high and you find yourself enveloped in a sense of satisfaction and contentment, basking in the afterglow of the shared moment with Bucky. With a soft smile, he removes his thumb from his phone, allowing the vibrator to gradually wind down as you catch your breath.

The usual silence settles over you both in the aftermath of the shared moment, a comfortable stillness punctuated only by the sound of your steady breaths. Your eyes remain fixed on the ceiling, the remnants of pleasure still lingering in the air as you lay there, the vibrator now dropped lazily to your side and your legs still spread wide in the aftermath of your climax.

Bucky takes advantage of the quiet moment to pull his clothes back up, his movements slow and deliberate as he slips his phone back into his pocket. With a sense of calm purpose, he crosses the room to where you lay, his expression softening as he approaches.

Without a word, he bends down and places a chaste kiss on your forehead, the gesture tender and affectionate. You watch him, a sense of confusion settling over you as you try to decipher his actions. Before you can voice your thoughts, Bucky turns and makes his way to the door, his movements quiet and unassuming. Your eyes follow him, lingering on his retreating figure as he reaches the doorway.

Before slipping out of the room, Bucky pauses briefly, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You're welcome," he says quietly, his voice laced with a teasing undertone, before disappearing into the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts, yet again.

After a short silence, the absurdity of the situation washes over you, and you can't help but burst into laughter. You shake your head in disbelief, still surprised by the unexpected turn of events. Until this moment, you had no idea just how pleasurable your toy could be, and the realization leaves you both amused and astonished.

With a grin on your face, you make a mental note to explore more of the hidden delights your toy has to offer, thanks to Barnes, now eager to indulge in the sensations that await. In this moment of laughter and lightness, you find yourself grateful for the unexpected twist that has added a touch of excitement to your day.