I don't know what I'm stunned by more, the fact that I've requested a dick pic and it wasn't immediately fulfilled or the fact that you just referenced tumblr without irony.
It's not bad if I'm asking for one, Barnes. It's fine if you don't want to send one but how am I going to properly dress you if I don't know what I'm working with? Come on, do you know how often I get to do this because I actually want to and not because I have to?
Not often.
[ Never, is more accurate. It's surprisingly exciting. ]
The next message she gets, he's pulled those boxers down over his thighs. It's still a terrible bathroom pic, and he's still flaccid. But the image captures the edge of his smile, the playful smirk. He's actually not sure how he got into this. )
better? or do i need to be hard for the kind of outfit you'd dress me up in?
[ Well holy hell, what is this feeling? Is she actually aroused right now? It's not even the fact that he's exposed, it's that damn smirk. ]
Yes.
[ Not nearly as smooth or playful but he has her in a compromising position right now, okay? His phone buzzes with another picture from the neck down, this time taken at a high angle of her in the same panties but topless, body outstretched. ]
That one IS for you.
I think I would put you in purple. You'd look good in purple.
God don't do that, don't talk about Clint after I send you a picture of myself topless, what's wrong with you?
Red. Now you've been moved to red. Look what you've done.
[ Another picture, this time in front of a full length mirror from behind. Her panties have been removed leaving her bare and she's just barely glancing over her shoulder with a smile, red hair cascaded down her back between her shoulder blades. ]
That's like me sending this to you and asking you if you'd want to wear blue like Steve.
( This isn't the most sensible thing he could be doing, but Natasha's picture stirs something inside of him. He finds himself hardening, metal hand wrapping around his dick without thinking.
Getting bold, I see. Did you learn that from tumblr too?
[ Her hand is wandering down the front of her body but Natasha stops herself before she can get too far. There's something about Barnes that makes her want to give him her full attention, see how far she can push him. Tease him. ]
Lace, of course. I might want to get you some mesh tights to match with your pretty legs.
[ The next picture she sends him is her kneeling in front of the mirror, completely bare with her legs spread and face hidden behind her phone. ]
It's a shame you're not here, I think I already have a thing or two that would look great on you. What are you doing?
[ Because he's definitely doing something. Natasha isn't an idiot. ]
( A small part of Bucky worries that this is a trap. The rest doesn't fret too much. He can't remember the last time he was organically aroused by something. It feels like waking up. )
nope. just being honest.
( He strokes his hardening cock, letting out a breath. A thrill of daring follows and he sends her a picture again, one hand wrapped around his dick. )
thinking of taking this to the bedroom. why? what do you want me to be doing?
[ He makes it too easy. The picture comes in and Natasha barely realizes how hard she's biting on her bottom lip, sitting on the edge of her bed and messaging him back at a rapid pace just to see how far she can make this go.
She forgot what it was like to enjoy this, and she really enjoys it. ]
I want you to slow down, krasivyy, how am I supposed to enjoy this if you're already moving to the bedroom? It doesn't look like you're ready to do that yet.
Tease yourself a little for me, one finger around the head. Don't go beyond that.
[ This is the real test, will he listen or not? Natasha's taking a calculated risk here, if he doesn't want to play then this just got a lot more awkward. ]
( Her response punches the breath out of him. Bucky can't stop himself from making a noise out loud, the small bathroom echoing the noise. All thoughts of caution fly from his head, the next picture she gets isn't a mirror image, instead it's just his hand, one finger around the top of his dick, thumb pressing against his slit.
[ She sits there for a few moments afraid that she had gone too far, but then his picture comes in and Natasha whispers an 'oh shit' aloud. She moves up the bed and leans back comfortably against the headboard... and then she turns the television on. The picture he gets is one reflected in the full length mirror on her wall, showing her nude in bed and watching the TV. ]
Good. Keep doing that until you can make the head of your cock wet. No cheating, I'll know if you do.
Bucky keeps the single finger wrapped around his cock, but he uses his thumb to stroke the head. He doesn't know when he last did this. He doesn't know when he last felt like this for himself. It's almost overwhelming. Touching a part of his body for no reason other than wanting to. Natasha isn't manipulating him, and so there's a thrill to that. She wants him to, he wants to. This isn't a mission. )
[ She can't tell whether or not he's good at this or if he just falls into place with what she wants so well that she's just lucky. Either way, he's being cautious and it makes Natasha smile, because he isn't fighting her for dominance. ]
Maybe. Thinking about you in lace is tempting but right now I'd much rather tell you what to do.
[ Natasha's thighs push together when he responds. Well, fuck. ]
A nightdress with a matching set of panties. Hosiery so I have something pretty to look at when I drag your nightie up.
Keep teasing yourself, I want you to do it until you can't stand it anymore.
[ And just for him, another picture; down her body and between her breasts to show the way she's spreading herself open with two fingers between her parted legs. ]
( She's demanding, and instead of putting his hackles up it makes Bucky want to obey. He stops touching himself long enough to take himself to his rickedy bedroom, sitting against the headboard with his legs spread. )
( Another picture, from the chest down. His cock is hard against his belly, the muscles of his thighs tight. His knee is bent, sheets pushed down like he hadn't bothered to make the bed when he woke up. She'd look good there, he knows that. )
i'd like that. i'd like to get my mouth on you too. tease those cute nipples of yours with my teeth while you pull my hair. is that something you'd want? Tebe eto nravitsya?
[ He's unfairly gorgeous, isn't he? Natasha finds herself admiring the photo like a painting, appreciating everything from the definition of his stomach to the weight of his cock lying against him, to the visible muscle of his thighs. ]
It's something I want right now. You have me wondering what face I can pull out of you when I have you pinned under me. Desperate and needy when I'm going too slow. Mindless and melting when I go too fast. I wonder if I'm capable of making a super soldier beg. Bol'she chem ya khochu priznat'sya.
( His cock twitches, stomach clenching. He doesn't know when he last felt this way, too hot, too tight, arousal choking him of oxygen.
He doesn't want to stop it. )
you think i'm easy?
( He is. She doesn't need to know that. ( Except, he has a feeling she does. ) )
does it help if i tell you i'm leaking over my fingers right now? that i'm undone in a shitty little apartment because all i can think about is you holding me down?
[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.
( Surprisingly, he doesn't flinch when she calls him soldier. Surprisingly, it just makes him feel all the harder. Bucky doesn't stifle his moan, the building's practically derelict and the people who do stay here are definitely the type to keep themselves to themselves. )
jesus. at least it'd be more fun than you trying to strangle me with your thighs.
( Because she does end up on his shoulders a lot. He can imagine it without the attempted murder. )
i'd be good though. make up for everything. my tongue buried inside of you. i'd let you take your time, drag it out. hands in my hair, riding my mouth. i bet you'd smell good. i bet you'd taste good.
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It's not bad if I'm asking for one, Barnes. It's fine if you don't want to send one but how am I going to properly dress you if I don't know what I'm working with? Come on, do you know how often I get to do this because I actually want to and not because I have to?
Not often.
[ Never, is more accurate. It's surprisingly exciting. ]
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The next message she gets, he's pulled those boxers down over his thighs. It's still a terrible bathroom pic, and he's still flaccid. But the image captures the edge of his smile, the playful smirk. He's actually not sure how he got into this. )
better?
or do i need to be hard for the kind of outfit you'd dress me up in?
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Yes.
[ Not nearly as smooth or playful but he has her in a compromising position right now, okay? His phone buzzes with another picture from the neck down, this time taken at a high angle of her in the same panties but topless, body outstretched. ]
That one IS for you.
I think I would put you in purple. You'd look good in purple.
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( Except she's gorgeous and that helps. )
like your friend?
barton?
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God don't do that, don't talk about Clint after I send you a picture of myself topless, what's wrong with you?
Red. Now you've been moved to red. Look what you've done.
[ Another picture, this time in front of a full length mirror from behind. Her panties have been removed leaving her bare and she's just barely glancing over her shoulder with a smile, red hair cascaded down her back between her shoulder blades. ]
That's like me sending this to you and asking you if you'd want to wear blue like Steve.
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( This isn't the most sensible thing he could be doing, but Natasha's picture stirs something inside of him. He finds himself hardening, metal hand wrapping around his dick without thinking.
Christ, he's been trying so hard. )
so, cotton, lace, mesh?
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[ Her hand is wandering down the front of her body but Natasha stops herself before she can get too far. There's something about Barnes that makes her want to give him her full attention, see how far she can push him. Tease him. ]
Lace, of course. I might want to get you some mesh tights to match with your pretty legs.
[ The next picture she sends him is her kneeling in front of the mirror, completely bare with her legs spread and face hidden behind her phone. ]
It's a shame you're not here, I think I already have a thing or two that would look great on you. What are you doing?
[ Because he's definitely doing something. Natasha isn't an idiot. ]
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nope.
just being honest.
( He strokes his hardening cock, letting out a breath. A thrill of daring follows and he sends her a picture again, one hand wrapped around his dick. )
thinking of taking this to the bedroom.
why?
what do you want me to be doing?
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She forgot what it was like to enjoy this, and she really enjoys it. ]
I want you to slow down, krasivyy, how am I supposed to enjoy this if you're already moving to the bedroom? It doesn't look like you're ready to do that yet.
Tease yourself a little for me, one finger around the head. Don't go beyond that.
[ This is the real test, will he listen or not? Natasha's taking a calculated risk here, if he doesn't want to play then this just got a lot more awkward. ]
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He doesn't dare move until she tells him to. )
like this?
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Good. Keep doing that until you can make the head of your cock wet. No cheating, I'll know if you do.
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Bucky keeps the single finger wrapped around his cock, but he uses his thumb to stroke the head. He doesn't know when he last did this. He doesn't know when he last felt like this for himself. It's almost overwhelming. Touching a part of his body for no reason other than wanting to. Natasha isn't manipulating him, and so there's a thrill to that. She wants him to, he wants to. This isn't a mission. )
do you want to touch yourself?
( So careful. )
fair's fair.
( But only if she wants. )
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Maybe. Thinking about you in lace is tempting but right now I'd much rather tell you what to do.
Lick your finger, tell me what you taste like.
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salt. sweat.
what kind of lace? panties. or those little nightdresses?
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A nightdress with a matching set of panties. Hosiery so I have something pretty to look at when I drag your nightie up.
Keep teasing yourself, I want you to do it until you can't stand it anymore.
[ And just for him, another picture; down her body and between her breasts to show the way she's spreading herself open with two fingers between her parted legs. ]
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you want to take me apart when i'm wearing the prettiest lace? promise you won't judge me for demuring? i blush easy.
( He should be feeling weird, but right now he's swaying on his feet, too aroused to care. )
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I do, slowly. I want to unwrap you piece by piece ♥
Why would I judge you for something that I'm aching to see? Your face flushed and pink every time I unfasten one of your buttons.
Looks like I'll be making this outfit far sooner than I planned, you've got me impatient now. Find somewhere to sit down comfortably.
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what else do you want from me?
i'm not just a pretty face.
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[ It takes her a moment to respond. ]
I want you to enjoy yourself.
[ Not really sexy, but honest. ]
Of course you're not, but the pretty face certainly does help.
And so does the rest of you. I wouldn't mind sitting in your lap if you were good.
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( Another picture, from the chest down. His cock is hard against his belly, the muscles of his thighs tight. His knee is bent, sheets pushed down like he hadn't bothered to make the bed when he woke up. She'd look good there, he knows that. )
i'd like that.
i'd like to get my mouth on you too.
tease those cute nipples of yours with my teeth while you pull my hair.
is that something you'd want?
Tebe eto nravitsya?
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It's something I want right now. You have me wondering what face I can pull out of you when I have you pinned under me.
Desperate and needy when I'm going too slow.
Mindless and melting when I go too fast.
I wonder if I'm capable of making a super soldier beg.
Bol'she chem ya khochu priznat'sya.
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He doesn't want to stop it. )
you think i'm easy?
( He is. She doesn't need to know that. ( Except, he has a feeling she does. ) )
does it help if i tell you i'm leaking over my fingers right now?
that i'm undone in a shitty little apartment because all i can think about is you holding me down?
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Is that all you're thinking about?
Not what it would feel like to have my fingers buried in you until I have you writhing?
Or the view you would have if I straddled that soft mouth of yours?
Just me holding you down?
[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.
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jesus.
at least it'd be more fun than you trying to strangle me with your thighs.
( Because she does end up on his shoulders a lot. He can imagine it without the attempted murder. )
i'd be good though. make up for everything. my tongue buried inside of you. i'd let you take your time, drag it out. hands in my hair, riding my mouth.
i bet you'd smell good. i bet you'd taste good.