A/N: Ok, so this prompt made me incredibly giddy, and it's one I thought of myself :3 this is going to be three parts, and it's going to be absolute teasing filth. This is darker/dirtier than I've written Bucky before, so strap in, y'all. It's going to be a hell of a ride.

If you guys don't know how to play King's Cup, the rules can be found here! You don't have to know how to play to follow the plot I don't think, but it couldn't hurt. The only difference is when I play, 5 is Never-Have-I-Ever

You really shouldn't drink.

It's not that you weren't good at it or anything, on the contrary - you could knock drink after drink back with the best of them.

So it's not that you couldn't drink, but that you really shouldn't drink, at least not around these buffoons. But it was just so damn tempting as none of you ever got much of a chance to relax. It was even rarer that all of you got a night off at once, so when you did…well, it was inevitable that alcohol would get involved somehow.

Peels of laughter filled the air as hands shot into the air all around, one pair being slower than the rest. "Ah! Seven is heaven, c'mon, Steve you know that!" You cooed as you nudged the super soldier who was nursing his beer. He rolled his eyes at you, swallowing his drink with a frown.

"I don't even know how you talked me into playing, Y/N. There's no point. It's not like I'm feeling anything." He huffed.

"Nonsense, Captain!" Thor boomed as he clapped the other blonde's shoulder so enthusiastically that you flinched at the force behind it. Steve, of course, didn't even blink. "This 'King's Cup' is a magnificent game! The fun isn't in the drink, my friend, it's in the company!"

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, high-fiving an incredibly inebriated God.

"Besides, even if you're not getting anything out of it, we definitely are." Natasha drawled, dragging a card from the pile on the coffee table before you. "6 is for dicks! Gentlemen?" A smooth red eyebrow arched as she slipped her card expertly under the beer's tab without a single worry that she may pop it.

"I know I don't have one, but I am a dick, so do I drink?" You chuckled at your own joke, finishing off what was left of your drink as the men around you took drinks of their own. Groans chorused around you, only fueling your laughter.

"Are you going to make that joke every time we pull a 6?" Sam groaned, smacking his hand over his eyes at your shenanigans.

"Oh, stuff it, Wilson, we can't all be comedy geniuses." He smirked between his fingers at your underhanded compliment, leaning forward to pull a card as it became his turn.

"Ooh-hoo, my favorite card. All right y'all, you know the drill! 5 - Never Have I Ever! Get those fingers up!" Distaste echoed through the group as you each put up three fingers and Sam giggled gleefully.

"Alright, bird brain, what haven't you done?" You taunted, wagging your 3 raised fingers at him. His eyes narrowed as his smirk grew, obviously sizing you up.

"Never have I ever…sucked a dick." You, Natasha, and Wanda groaned, each putting a finger down.

"That's a cheap shot, Sam! The point of the game is to find out crazy shit about each other!"

"Well, I have to at least try to get you girls out! And if that means cheap answers, then I'll stoop! I ain't above it."

"All right, all right, Sam." Wanda huffed, waving the chuckling man off. "Never have I ever been on a proper girls' night." She admitted, prompting gasps from you and Natasha.

"What?!" The redhead chirped.

"How the hell have we let that slide by?" You didn't even have to feign shock, as you were quite perplexed that you had failed to take one of your best friends out on a proper girls' night out since she joined your little troupe. The youngest woman simply shrugged as you and Nat put another finger down at her answer. All eyes fell to Tony as he thought about his answer, being next in the lineup.

"Alright, Nat and Y/N only have one finger left….so…Never have I ever…had a threesome."

"What?! THE Tony Stark hadn't had a threesome?"

"Really?!"

"No way man, I don't believe that."

"It's true!"

"Uuum, are we all going to ignore that Thor just put a finger down?" Silence fell upon the group, jaws slack, as all eyes fell to the man in question.

"…Prince." The God pointed to himself before shrugging. This pulled forth a lot of male laughter, Sam getting up to high five him and instantly regretting it as he shook his now throbbing hand.

"Wait a second, don't you dare try to distract me, young lady!" Tony huffed, pointing to your hand, then Natasha's. "You two put down a finger, too!"

You glanced at your now closed fist - all fingers indeed being down, then at Nat, who smirked right back at you.

"Uh, yeah? We're spies, remember?" She pointed out as she leaned back into Clint's embrace.

By now the liquor was swirling heavily in your veins and you giggled at her answer, not really thinking before you spoke up. "We've done a lot for the sake of a mission."

Once again the room was engulfed in laughter at your answer and you found your cheeks turning a little warm at how easily you found your secrets flowing past your lips. Your clouded eyes flitted among the other players before locking with an icy blue stare. You found your bottom lip getting sucked in between your teeth as Bucky brought his beer bottle up to his full lips and took a rather generous swig without breaking eye contact. You couldn't help the tiny surge of warmth that shot straight to your core as his tongue dipped into the head of the bottle just so.

"4!" Wanda chirped, breaking you from your incredibly sinful thoughts of the irresistible assassin and his gorgeous lips. "What's this one for again?" She whispers to you as she began to work her card under the beer can's tab.

"Whores - or rather, ladies." You answered, casting a glance in Tony's direction. "You should drink Stark. The card does call for 'whores' after all." You teased the genius who then flipped you off, but finished his drink none the less.

Wanda struggled to slip her card in as gracefully as Natasha, whining indignantly as she popped the can right open. Everyone cheered as the young woman groaned, plopping back against the chest of her infinity stone fueled boyfriend. Vision perked up at this change in the game.

"What does that mean, Y/N? What happens now?" He asked excitedly.

"Means the game's over, man." Sam answered for you, leaning forward to clear all the cards away from the now opened beer can. "and Wanda here has got to chug this."

Wanda's wide eyes met yours as she was unceremoniously handed the oozing can.

"C'mon dear, drink as much as you can - I'll finish off what you can't." You offered with a smile, which Wanda returned as she visibly relaxed. It didn't take long for her to pull the can away from her lips with a sour face and she handed it to you.

As you took it, your eyes met blue ones once more and you found yourself chugging the damn thing as fast as you could - wanting desperately to get his hot eyes off of you as soon as possible. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy his attention, God knows you definitely did, but with this much alcohol buzzing through your system, you didn't want to make an ass out of yourself.

"Well that was fun," Steve said before grabbing all the empty bottles and your now empty can, "so what next?"

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind playing another round of Never Have I Ever." Bucky piped up for the first time in a while. All eyes fell to him, some questioning while others agreed wholeheartedly. "What? Not all of us got to really play." He answered quickly, brushing off the looks he was receiving. But his eyes remained on you, a cool smirk making your heart pick up speed.

"Frosty's got a point," Tony said. "These two hooligans made for the shortest round I've ever seen." He playfully glared at you and Nat.

"I'm sorry I live my life to the fullest?" You teased as you readjusted in your seat. "So who goes first?" You questioned the super soldier who had suggested this second round.

"I will." He answered without breaking eye contact. "Never have I ever had a 'bad Tinder hookup'." He spoke up, recalling the conversation he had overheard you having with Natasha a few days ago. You had had to explain Tinder with him, and had turned absolutely pink when he gathered that you had just gotten back from the walk of shame. He was right, of course, but it made you blush none the less.

Several Avengers groaned and put down a finger as Bucky smirked in victory. You met his smug stare with your own. A few more went, Bruce ending up admitting that he has in fact dabbled in intimate acts while The Other Guy is driving. Finally, it was your turn.

"Alright, I've got one that will get every one of you." You snickered. "Well, maybe not you…" You mused as you look to Vision, the Android cocking what would be an eyebrow at you. "Never Have I Ever…Orgasmed."

And just like that, the game was absolutely abandoned as quickly as it had been started.

"You WHAT?!" Natasha and Wanda shrieked in tandem, both pushing up and out of the boyfriends' embraces. "Weren't you dating that last shit head for like 2 years?" Natasha hissed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, and he absolutely sucked. Never got me off once."

"You have never cum? Ever?!" Sam floundered against the couch, his drink forgotten on the table as him and Tony both desperately tried to wrap their heads around your answer. "But you have had sex, right?"

"Sex does not always equal orgasm, guys."

"What kind of piss poor sex have you been having?" Tony blanched.

"Guys, it's really not that big of a deal! So I've never orgasmed. That doesn't make sex any less enjoyable. You don't have to cum to enjoy it!"

"Well, yeah, but it makes it about 10 times better!" Steve scoffed, taking you slightly aback.

"Ok, now I'm a little concerned since even the Boy Scout here is weighing in on this." You attempted to joke, not sure if you really liked all the attention this had gotten you. You couldn't help it if you were competitive! You said what you knew would get everyone else out, for god's sake!

"Well obviously!" Steve cried. "I mean what kind of man lets his woman walk away without finishing?" At this, all the men in the room passionately agreed.

Amidst all the shocked screeches and offended scoffs, you noticed the heated blue eyes that were devouring you from across the room. A long pink tongue swept over plump lips as Bucky leaned forward in his seat. "Y/N, are you serious?"

"….Yeah?" You answered lamely, suddenly finding eye contact impossible. A predatory glaze took over Bucky's eyes as he grunted in acknowledgment.

"So you've never been properly fucked, then?" A shiver ran straight up your spine at his gravel-like voice and feral focus.

"Yes, I have!" You defended.

"The hell you have!" Natasha howled, smacking the back of your head not quite gently. "Jesus, you haven't-not even while masturbating?"

"Well…" You admitted lamely in not so many words.

"God damn it, Y/N!"

"What?! It's not like I've even had the chance to in forever! If you haven't noticed I live with all you goobers and privacy isn't really in y'all's vocabulary," you glared at Wanda, who had read your mind at the least opportune times before, to make your point, "and it's not like I've got any time when I'm out of the tower either. Not unless I quite literally wanted to be caught with my hands down my pants on a mission!"

"You've had a threesome for Christ's sake, Y/N! How did you not finish?!"

"Because I was a little preoccupied with the thought that I was sleeping with two men that wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat if they found out who I worked for?" You screeched at the red head. "Who wants to die like that?" You huffed, rolling your eyes when Tony wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"What about the Tinder hookup I heard you talking about?" Bucky asked with a smirk on his face. Bastard.

"Bad Tinder hookup, Buck. Emphasis on the bad!"

By now, the embarrassment that ran through your veins had all but burned out any remaining alcohol in your system and you very quickly realized how far south this whole thing had turned.

"Can we just move on from my sex life, please?" You begged. "Whose turn was it?"

Thankfully, everyone took pity on you and picked up right where they had left off. Well…not everyone. Blue eyes still raked over your frame from afar, the game was long forgotten for the both of you. His sinfully taut body was draped oh-so-deliciously over the cushions of the couch, his legs hanging just slightly open as he runs a single finger over the brim of his beer bottle. You swallowed with no small amount of effort as he seemed to devour you with his gaze alone. Again, that sinfully long tongue swept across his plump lower lip before coaxing it between his teeth. Your throat seemed to dry out instantly as your eyes widened and he worried at it, his hooded eyes dropping to your rapidly rising and falling bust.

Suddenly feeling very naked, you pulled your attention from him and trying your damnedest to return to the game which proved to be all but impossible. But you are a spy and Avenger. You could do this.

You couldn't do this. You definitely couldn't do this.

At least 2 hours had passed by, all games abandoned for idle conversations around the living room and kitchen. You had stopped drinking a long time ago, the whole interrogation putting you off a little. Hell, if you had been in your right mind it never would have happened!

Natasha and Wanda had cornered you a little while ago, probing you for more dirt as to how your good for nothing ex had failed so epically in the bedroom, which you begrudgingly answered. Nat also pressed how you couldn't have gotten off with two men bred for filth, but you deterred the question right back at her, asking her if she had cum during her death by seduction mission. Of course she had, smug bitch, and she promised she would find someone to do the job right before sending you on your way. Even little Wanda had said she would ask Vision if he knew any special anatomy facts that could help you. Now that had made you blush, and by the end of their impromptu questioning, you were more than ready for bed. You made your way around the room, bidding everyone goodnight with a tight hug or a kiss on the cheek before making your escape. Everyone except for the man who was undressing you with his eyes. When you got to him, you high tailed it for the exit.

It was when you were waiting in front of the elevator, the call button illuminated but taking forever, that you felt another presence all but pressed flush against your back. Two large hands snaked around your waist, the metal of the left one sending shivers straight to your core. "I find it inexcusable that a beautiful woman such as yourself has never been properly fucked." Bucky all but purred in your ear before his teeth ghosted over its shell. You let out a shuttering gasp as your legs began to wobble. "I don't think that's something I can just ignore, doll. What do ya say I remedy that for you?"

By now your brain was short circuiting as his cool fingers traced lazy circles up your side as his warm breath fanned across your neck. A small moan peeled its way from your throat as your head fell back against his shoulder. "So should I take that as a yes?" He whispered, grinding his hard length into your backside.

"Mhmmm…" You moaned, your own fingers running over his as he continued to worship you. Just as they brushed the undersides of your breasts, a low growl rumbled forth from his chest.

"Good." He huffed as the elevator doors opened. He gently led you forward until you were inside, but hung just outside the doors. His large stature seemed to fill up the entire doorway as he leaned right into your personal space. "But not tonight."

"What?!" You all but shrieked, head whipping to face him. The smug bastard had the audacity to smirk ear to fucking ear.

"Here's the thing gorgeous, if I'm going to devour you, then I'm going to do it right. And right now, you're drunk." He said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Besides, I'm going to absolutely undo you, doll. I want you squirming under my looks, on edge from just my voice alone. I'll fuck you, Y/N, but I'll have you begging for it long before I finally give it to you and fuck you into the mattress. Or the wall, or the floor…" A shuddering gasp tore free from your lips as his hot tongue swiped up your throat before he pulled back just enough for that piercing stare to root you down right where you stood.

"Sleep well, baby. You've got a long day ahead of you." And with a wink from your super soldier, the doors slid shut.

Bucky was going to fuck you. He was going to fuck your until you came for the first time in your life.

That thought alone was enough to almost make you cum in your pants right there.

Almost.