Bucky.

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You had joined the avengers around four years ago, through knowing Tony. You could read people's minds and strengthen their emotions, this was good on the battle field to stop enemies, but it was also good in the tower.

Bucky had always had pretty loud thoughts, memories or anything to do with Hydra was pretty prominent in his mind, but you were more obvious. He always had glimpses or fantasies of you naked. They never lasted more that a few seconds but, it still caught your attention.
One day you were sitting in the living room with Wanda, watching shitty reality tv, when Bucky walked in. Unable to stay out of his mind, you saw as he pictured you with your lips around his cock, before the image dissolved again. He smiled at you and walked straight into the kitchen.
'Oh my fucking GOD!' Wanda's voice echoed in your head, making you turn to look at her. You often had telepathic conversations.
'What?' You ask, before you realise what she's talking about. Grabbing her hand before she outs Bucky and pulling her into the elevator, her mouth continues to hang open in surprise.
"Did you just put that image into Bucky's head?" She whisper shouted with the elevator doors close.
Your eyes widened. "What?! No!!" You yell.
"So, he pictured that himself?" She frowns.
You nod. "Yeah, he does it all the time."
She practically shrieks as you walk down the hall into your room. "You could have so much fun with this!" When she sees the confused look on your face, she explains herself. "Bucky likes you. That means you can strengthen that emotion and get him to fuck you!"
You shook your head wildly. "Your kidding right? I'm not going to manipulate Bucky's thought into him fucking me!"
"Why not? It's just a bit of teasing, he'll make the decision himself after you drive him crazy." She excused herself, making you think about it.
"Well, it could be fun." You say, picturing him fucking the living day lights out of you.

You spent the next few days driving Bucky crazy. You weren't necessarily manipulating him, you were just strengthening any dirty thought or developing his fantasies. You started off small, by simply taking the image of your ass he had created on his own and imaging him spanking you. You kept your face nuzzled in your book to hide from smiling as he practically ran out of the room. You did this multiple times, adding moans to daydreams of him fingering you or making your underwear appear sexier than how he imagined.
Your best one was when the power had gone off completely in the tower. You were in the middle of a shower, hair wet and naked, you had to wrap yourself in a towel as you all gathered on the main floor to figure out what was going on. You sat across from Bucky on a dining room chair as he sat on the couch, unable to take his eyes off of you. You listened to Tony and Steve's argument as you uncrossed your legs, crossing the other one over the top. Bucky had created a beautiful image in his mind of him sliding his hand up your legs, pleasuring you. You simply added your voice to the mix, moaning his name in his ear drove him crazy and your smirked as you saw him cover his lap out the corner of your eye.

The final night, you sat alone on the couch early in the morning

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The final night, you sat alone on the couch early in the morning. You hadn't been able to sleep so you came down to watch a movie or something. As you flicked through the channels, bored as ever, your interest perked when the elevator dinged, Bucky walking out.
"Hey." You said, catching his attention. You listened to your own moan that went with the image of you being fucked doggie-style. He's doing this by himself now. Your eyebrows raised at the cracking sound of his hand hitting your bare flesh.
"Hi, Y/N." He said after shaking the picture from his head.
You smiled, knowing fine well what he was thinking about. "What are you doing up?" You asked.
He shrugged, plonking himself down on the couch with you. "Couldn't sleep." Was all he said.
You stretched out on the couch, allowing your shirt to ride up more than usual. "Me either." You said, watching out the corner of your eye as he lingered on your body too long. "How've you been lately? We haven't really talked in a while."
He shrugged. "I've been ok, I guess. Heads a little crowded that's all."
Your heart sunk, realising what you had been doing. Bucky's head is already so messy and unorganised, never mind the sexual frustration he must feel without you strengthening it. You've been using him to for fill sexual fantasies but haven't been thinking about the effects he has to endure.
"You alright, Y/N?" He asked, watching as you covered your mouth with your hand.
You sat up, grabbing his hand and holding it close to you. "No, Bucky, I'm so sorry." He frowned so you elaborated. "I've been strengthening the dirty thoughts about me in your head, I was just having some fun but I didn't think about it's impact on you. You already have so much going on and now I've caused you this pent up sexual frustration, I can't imagine what that's like. I'm so sorry."
Bucky frowned at you as you almost cried for him. "You've been putting this shit in my head?" He didn't seem angry, just confused.
You shook your head. "No, only strengthening it. You've always had these thoughts, it was just recently that I started messing with you, I'm so sorry."
He pointed over his shoulder. "So the spanking just now, that was you?"
You cringed. "Actually, no...that one was all you."
His cheeks tinged pink. "...Oh..."
You let go of his hand, standing up to face him as he stared straight through you. "I understand if you never wanna talk to me again, what I've done is ridiculously selfish and I can't begin to think about what it's done to you mentally." You said, letting the tear roll down your cheek as you sobbed out an apology. "I'm so sorry."
His head shot up when he heard you crying and his gaze immediately softened. "No, Y/N..." He reached up, pulling you down onto his lap and hugging you. "Don't cry, it's alright."
You pulled away to look at his face. "Your not mad?"
"No." He said, smoothing the hair out of your face and wiping your tears. "Kind of turned on, but I'm not mad."
You frowned. "Your turned on?" You lowered your voice, even though no one else was around to hear it.
He shrugged, smirking guiltily. "Well, it seems to me that you've been enjoying this as much as I have. And I had always kind of feared that you knew about it, but now I know you do, it's kind of a relief."
You laughed. "Trust me, I was as shocked as you are now when I first accidentally caught you imagining fingering me wearing nothing but a white garter belt." This caused Bucky to laugh, holding you tighter on his lap. You felt his mood change. Suddenly you sitting on him wasn't a friendly kind of thing. "Bucky..." You said softly, about to tell him off for letting his imagination run wild.
He sighed, leaning back to get comfy. "I can't help it!" He exclaimed quietly, slightly frustrated. He sat back up, gripping tightly onto your waist as you moved your legs so you were straddling him, almost as if he thought you were going to move off of him but didn't. "How can I not think these thoughts when you're just so beautiful?" His voice dropped a few octaves, arousal present in it.
"Bucky, I..." You didn't know what to say anymore.
He pressed his head into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily. "I know, it's wrong." The hand that you had placed lightly on the back of his head laced into his hair, massaging the roots with your finger tips and trying to make him feel better. You gripped his hair harder, tugging at it slightly out of curiosity. He pulled his head up to look at you with an 'are you kidding' face. "Your joking, right?" He chuckled. "Now your just down right asking for me to be like this."
His hands slacked off your body as he put his head back down, sliding his hands down to just resting on your butt motionless. "Maybe I am." You say quietly, making his head lift again as you kept your fingers tangled in the back of his hair. "Maybe I want you to be like this, because I'm so sick of feeling like this." You moved closer, watching as his eyes flickered down to your lips.
"You don't have to do this." His minty breath fanned across your face. "You don't have to do this for me, I don't want to pressure you."
You shook your head, using his hair to pull his head closer to yours. "I'm not doing this for you." You whispered, not needing to make your voice any louder from the proximity. Bucky moved the rest of the way, just barely connecting his lips with yours to see if it felt right. You gained confidence, attempting to take control of the kiss and be the dominant one, but Bucky didn't let that happen. You quickly became submissive, every so often testing Bucky's patients as you pushed back, but he just smirked.
When he finally pulled away for a breath, you moved your head down to attack his neck with kisses; licking, sucking, biting, and everything in between. He groaned, rubbing his hands over your ass and squeezing it, trying to saver the moment forever. Your hand stayed in the roots of his hair, pulling and tugging just enough to get a rise out of him but not enough to hurt. You smirked against his skin when he growled at your teasing, you loved the effect you had on him.
Eventually, he pulled you back, resuming your previous kiss but with more passion this time. Bucky slipped his tongue through your lips, exploring your mouth as you caught up with him. He pulled his hands up, resting them on your waist and pushing them up into your shirt. He continued to kiss you as he stroked your back with his fingers, running over the space where there should be a bra strap but there wasn't.
After some time, Bucky's hands came around the front to give your tits the attention. He groped and felt, making you moan and groan into his mouth as he played with you. Pulling your mouth away from his, he lifted your shirt so he could attach his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking at it until your had to cover your own mouth to stay quiet. "Bucky..." You groaned, grinding your hips against his own and feeling the bulge that had formed in his pants.
"Hmm..?" He hummed in response, creating more pleasure for you.
You bit your lip, needing to speak but not really trusting your voice. "Not here." You said quietly, holding back.
He continued his assault, only lifting his head for a brief second. "Where?" He asked, needing this more than anything.
You whispered when he changed nipples, rubbing the other with his fingers. "Your room." You answer, the both of you knowing it was the closest of the two. Bucky stood up, keeping a tight hold on you to make sure you didn't fall, and making his way to the elevator. "Friday, the tv please." You told the AI, glancing to see the screen go black from being powered off. "Thank you." You mumbled, feeling Bucky press the button for the elevator.
"Your welcome, Miss Y/L/N." The Irish voice answered, but now all of your attention was back on Bucky.
He held you against the wall while you waited for the elevator, now moving his kissing to your neck as the wetness in your underwear increased. Neither of you heard the elevator door open, or Steve walk out. However, when you did feel his presence and open your eyes, his face was bright red as he stared at his best friends. "Bucky!" You whisper shouted, pulling his hand from under your shirt and attempting to get him to lift his head.
His gaze shot up to look at your face, which you half hid with one of your hands as you gestured to where Steve was standing. Bucky looked over his shoulder, immediately looking back at you with wide eyes. You cringed, holding back a laugh as he awkwardly shifted you. "Put me down." You whispered to Bucky, planning on dragging him to the elevator to get out of there but he didn't move.
"I can't." He stated, giving you a pleading look.
You frowned. "Why not?" You asked, glancing at Steve who had now moved his gaze to the floor, staring a it with wide eyes.
"Because," He said through his teeth. "If I put you down, Steve will see something he really doesn't want too." You glanced down, seeing his rock hard on through the gap in your legs and realising.
"Oh," You said, trying to plan your escape. "Just walk to the elevator." You told him, watching as a small smirk played out on Steve's lips. Bucky did as you said, moving away from the wall and into the lift where he kept his back to the door, not wanting to turn around until it had closed.
Steve on the other hand, turned to face the door as they were closing, a big grin on his face. You smiled back over Bucky's shoulder, sending him a confident wink before you could no longer see him and Bucky sighed with relief. He sat you on the hand rail as the elevator moved up, putting his head in the crook of your neck to surprise the laughter that bubbles in his throat.
You snickered, finding the whole thing hilarious. "I'm surprised he didn't faint." You said through laughs.
To be continued.

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