Slice up
You were on you way back to the compound when your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Thinking that it was a call for yet another mission, you exhaled forcefully while sliding the phone out of your pocket and held your breath as you looked down at the goofy picture of Natasha on the screen.
“I need a favour.” She barked breathlessly.
You heard the sound of someone running and machine guns as her ragged breathing filled your ear.
“Need a hand, can’t fight the bad guys without me?” You teased with a sly smirk to yourself.
“You’re really funny,” She grunted. “Hold on!”
Her words trailed off in breathless puffs and you stopped in your tracks, the phone still glued to your ear. Soon the noises around her dimmed and you heard her take a deep breath. You knew she had punched her way through her opponents.
“Nat?”
“Yup, still here. Listen, Clint and I have a cake tasting appointment, but looks like we’re stuck here. Can you go and say you’re me?”
“Can’t you just reschedule?”
She gasped your full name, the smirk evident in her voice. “Are you saying no to free food? I am shocked and stunned.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, waiting for her to continue. People walked past you, clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth in disapproval as you stood in the middle of the street.
“I can’t reschedule, smart ass, because this is Francis Leonard, aka the best cake designer in New York City. So you go there and you eat cake. Tell him yummy and tap your tummy a few times and it should do the trick.”
“Fine, but I am not happy about it and you totally owe me.” You protested hollowly.
“Sure,” You could tell she was rolling her eyes. “I know how much you hate cake.” You chuckled at that and she continued. “I sent him an email a while back, he knows what we want so it should be okay.”
“And do I have a fiancé?” You asked, drawing out the last word.
“Clint is calling the boys. I’ll text you the address.”
You hailed a cab and asked the driver to take you to the address Natasha sent you. When the cab stopped in front of the bakery, you saw your fiancé. Dark chestnut hair perfectly tousled and a boyish smile on his lips, Bucky held the door open as you climbed out of the backseat. Your heart skipped a beat, of course the only one available was the man you had a crush on.
Bucky offered you his arm and you looped yours through it. When he pushed the front door open, the receptionist greeted you with a large smile and went into the back room to find the owner.
“So, you got a call from Clint.” You pressed your lips together and moved around a display stand, avoiding Bucky’s eyes.
“Yeah,” He laughed quietly. “Glad to see you’re my fiancée, doll.”
Ever since Bucky joined the Avengers, you had been there for each other.
After a few months, your close friendship turned into a prudish flirt; snuggling close during movies, swaying your hips when you left a room, knowing he was watching or brushing hands when passing. Bucky had enough, it would end today.
“Welcome!” A loud male voice pulled you out of your reverie. You joined Bucky and looked at the man who had his arms extended in a bow and a large smile on his face. “I am Francis Leonard.”
You took a step forward and extended your hand for a handshake, introducing yourself. “Natalia Romanoff.”
“Oh, of course Miss Romanoff,” Francis turned to Bucky. “And you must be Mr. Barton.”
“Please, Mr. Barton is my father, call me Clinton.” Bucky replied in a semi-serious voice and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
“This way.” Francis led you and Bucky into a cosy room.
It was minimalist, only a coffee table with two leather armchairs next to each other and a third facing them. There was also a long table near the back door, the word ‘kitchen’ written across the door in gold letters.
“Please sit down, I’ll come back with some amuse-bouches.”
You tried not to squeal in excitement as you slumped down into the comfy armchair. Bucky smiled at you, taking the seat next to you. The skin around his eyes crinkled and you might have died and went straight to heaven.
“How cool is that?!” You gasped, taking his glove covered hand and squeezing it. “We are going to eat cake in a super fancy bakery. For free!”
Bucky intertwined his metal fingers with yours and looked at you with a toothy grin. Mesmerized by the way his slightly crooked tooth lit up his whole face, you didn’t hear Francis enter the room.
“You two are really cute,” He commented, placing a tray of buttery pastries on the coffee table. An employee placed a pot of freshly brewed coffee and three cups on the table.
“I want to get to know you. How did you meet?”
You weren’t sure how Natasha and Clint met, but you knew the big picture. He took her under his wing and they became inseparable ever since. However, Bucky spoke before you could open your mouth.
“After I joined the Avengers, she showed me around, explained how things worked. We became friends and the rest is history.”
Your heart beat a little faster, this was how you met him.
“Oh, right, I forgot you were part of the Avengers. I’m not much into that, too gloomy.” Francis made a grimace and took the pot of coffee, filling the three cups. “How was your first date? Let me guess, magical?”
“With a woman like her can it be anything else?” Bucky looked at you, tenderness filling his eyes.
You were too stunned to speak and could only nod as Francis smiled at you. You took the cup he handed you and brought it to your lips in an effort to distract yourself.
Bucky imagined your first date. “I took her to this restaurant she kept talking about. Then we went for a walk in the park and I kissed her under the starry sky.”
It was really cute and you couldn’t help but wish it had actually happened. Francis put a hand to his heart and let out the longest ‘Aw’ in history. Bucky’s face was completely neutral when he added,
“Then we fucked all night long. Best sex she’s ever had, right babe?”
His out-of-the-blue declaration caught you off guard, the sip of coffee you were in the midst of swallowing went down the wrong pipe.
You wheezed and coughed, your free hand covering your mouth. Bucky’s large hand gently tapped on your back as you tried to regain you breath. Francis was as red as his strawberry macarons, which made Bucky smirk to himself. The game was on.
“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough.”
“Sure you don’t want the details?” Bucky asked with an innocent lift of his brow, his hand still rubbing your back. Francis shook his head vehemently. “Shame, it was my favorite part.”
Bucky turned to you and in a fake alarmed voice he exclaimed, “Oh, look! She’s all wet now.”
He grabbed a napkin to mop up the coffee on your shirt. You tilted your head to look at him. He was smirking from ear to ear, his eyes dark and feral. You cleared your throat as Francis stood up from his chair.
“I’ll just... Uh, the cake,” He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen and mumbled. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared inside the staff kitchen, leaving you alone with Bucky. Bucky slumped back in his seat, closed his eyes and put a macaron into his mouth. You were still speechless, but you managed to squeak out a word.
“...details?” Your voice was hoarse.
“You want to hear what Clinton did to Natalia?” He asked with his eyes still closed. You nodded and he cracked one eye open, smirking at the sight of you completely engrossed.
“She undressed for him,” Bucky said casually. He sat back in the large chair and seemed to make himself more comfortable, his eyes still closed. “Slowly, teasingly, but he had enough of her teasing. He bent her over his lap and spanked that ass she liked to sway for him.”
You made, what can only be qualified as, a dying whale noise and crossed one leg over the other, squeezing your thighs together. He didn’t open his eyes, he simply licked his lips and continued.
“She was soaking wet, he could smell her arousal in the air. He pulled her panties down her legs and devoured her like she was the juiciest peach in the world. God, he was so fucking hard for her.” He palmed himself through his jeans, your gaze followed the movement of his hand.
“A-And...” You whispered, your voice caught in your throat.
“And here comes the wedding cake!” Francis bumped the door open with his hip. He was carrying a large cake covered with white frosting and raspberries.
Francis stopped mid-step when he saw the look on your face. You closed your mouth and took a deep breath to calm your pounding heart. Your clit was throbbing for attention and you desperately tried to focus on something else.
Worried that you might be having second thoughts about the cake, Francis tried to appease you. “Miss Romanoff, I know it’s a lot to take-”
“Yeah, it’s huge.” Bucky interrupted, his voice was playful and the predatory look he gave you made you shiver. “But she will take it.”
“She’ll have to taste it first” Francis chuckled, setting the cake on the large table, completely oblivious to Bucky’s crude innuendo.
Bucky mumbled a ‘God, yes please’ as the image of you on your knees, sucking his cock and looking up at him so innocently flooded his brain. He rose up from the comfortable chair and strutted over to the pristine wedding cake.
Francis had a proud look on his face as he looked at his masterpiece, but before he could stop him, Bucky swiped his index finger through the icing and put it to his lips.
“So sweet.” He moaned, locking eyes with you.
“I was going to cut you a slice. That would be less... gross.” Francis frowned.
Upset that Bucky ruined his beautiful cake, Francis didn’t notice the sexual tension dancing in the air. You stood up on shaky legs, your head was spinning and you could feel your juices pool between your legs. But you were not going to let him win that easily. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.
Bucky grinned to himself when he saw the effect he had on you and used the same finger to scoop up another swirl of icing. Before he could put it to his lips, you closed your fingers around his wrist. Locking eyes with him, you brought his hand to your lips. His gaze dropped to your lips as you took his finger into your mouth.
He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth while you sucked the thick, white icing off his finger. A low groan pushed past his lips when you swirled your tongue around his digit. You made sure you had caught all the icing before you released his finger with an obscene slurping sound.
Francis fidgeted nervously in front of you. He cleared his throat noisily and shot you both a warning look. You had almost forgotten him. Bucky kept his eyes on you, his skin felt hot, flushed. His ragged breathing echoed in your ear, a soft whine escaped your throat.
He curled his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, before your mouths met in a searing kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he ushered you in the direction of the table, laying you down onto the table top.
He settled between your parted legs and started to climb onto the table, his hands running up and down your thighs. He tasted like coffee and white chocolate and before you realised what you were doing, you shamelessly rubbed yourself against the bulge in his jeans. Lust clouded your mind, you didn’t hear Francis shout.
“Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton!” Francis shouted again and this time you managed to hear him over the sound of your pulse in your ears.
Bucky grinned into the kiss and pulled away, smiling when you chased after his lips with your own. He helped you to your feet and kept you close as you hid your face against his chest.
“Sorry, she had a bit of icing at the corner of her mouth.” Bucky said lamely and the sound of your muffled snicker made him grin.
Francis pointed to the door, anger twisting his face. “I cannot tolerate this behaviour. Get out of my shop immediately.”
“Can you blame me?” Bucky said, gesturing to you. “Look at her!”
“Bu-Clinton, let’s go!” You took his hand and dragged him out of the room.
You hastily left the bakery and ran with Bucky up the street until you were far enough to burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around your frame and slowly raised both hands to cup your face. His blue orbs shone with adoration, making you bit your bottom lip bashfully.
“You’re killing me, Y/n.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “Would you like to try that restaurant you kept talking about?”
Heat suddenly spread through your body. “Can we go for a walk in the park after that?” You recalled his story and gave him an innocent smile that made him shiver.
He laughed quietly before his face fell serious. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
You looked into his eyes for a moment before you chuckled nervously. “You know, Natasha is going to kill us.”
“Let her try.” Bucky pecked your lips. “I’ll slice her up.”
He chuckled when you hit his chest with the flat of your hand and frowned up at him. Tilting your chin, he claimed your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, drawing out your soft moans.