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Party in the USA	By : HarlotOhara Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Avengers Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sharon stood in front of the mirror and let her hands glide down her costume. The navy blue shorts were tighter on her full-hips than she would have imagined them on the original owner’s, and the bright red tights accented those curves brilliantly. She had left the jacket unbuttoned so far, and as she buttoned it up, she couldn’t help but notice that this outfit was far more flattering than it might have been. Of course, she had substituted her own boots, and her hair was far longer than Bucky Barnes’ had been, but never the less, she thought that she looked damn good.
     She had never once dreamt of being Captain America’s sidekick, not once in all of her life. If she had any dream of the sort, she would have been Captain America, herself, but somehow she didn’t think that would have held the same appeal for Steve. So here she was, throwing the mask on the bedside and beginning to brush her hair to fall around her shoulders.
     Getting the costume had been about ninety percent of the effort of this surprise.
     At first, Sharon had tried to just purchase the costume at a sex-store, which in retrospect was pretty weird, but it was made of some shiny paper-thin material so it had just ended up in the trash. She had looked on ebay and found one for about five hundred dollars, and given up that thought because it wasn’t like she was going to be wearing it every day. She even thought about having some Japanese woman who made cosplay costumes on the internet sew her one but gave that up when she figured that was too ironic. Her last thought had been to break into the museum and steal it, but she realized at the last moment that there was a far more legal option available to her. Head hung and feet dragging, she had knocked on the apartment door of Bucky Barnes himself.
     When she explained the situation to him, he couldn’t hold back his laughter even if it was with a good nature. He grinned that propaganda grin when she started to get angry at him, and she found herself just as willing to do anything he would say as the reels suggested she would be.“Look,” He said and she followed him to his closet. “Tell Steve not to get any stains on it.” And with that, he removed a drycleaner bag from where it hung, handing it to her without ceremony. Sharon hooked it over her arm and raised an eyebrow; she gave him a bit of his own sting back to try to keep some authority. “So did you call Steve ‘Sir’ when you wore this?” She inquired.
     “No, I didn’t.” Bucky replied with a wink, “But you will.”
     And that was what got her here, wearing navy blue short-shorts and high-heeled boots. If there was ever a better hooker getup, she couldn’t think of one. Steve sure had something in mind when he put together his “boy sidekick’s” costume and she doubted that it was purely patriotic.
     The fact that Steve’s first words when he walked through the door were a pleased “Oh Lord.” proved this theory even more. He wasn’t dressed as Captain America, but when he came up to kiss her, feeling the strength of his body lifting her up into his arms made sure she didn’t forget. “Welcome back, Captain.” She muttered against his lips, smirking in her own cocky way; girl or boy, Captain Rogers loved that familiar arrogance in his flings. His hands grabbed her ass tightly before he let her feet touch the ground once more, apparently Bucky didn’t warrant the same respect as Agent 13.
     “Spin around and let me see it, ‘Bucky’.” He prompted with a smile, kissing her forehead in his gentle way. Sharon did her best to remove that remaining chastity from the situation when she turned, putting her best stripper stretches into it. She could feel one of his hands on her waist then and the other came to tug on the hem of the shorts, inching them down as best he could. Her shock when his hand slapped her backside was still great; no manner how many times he spanked her, it never failed to make her glare. She was starting to think that he either just enjoyed her rants, or maybe just staking his ‘claim’ in inappropriately public places.
    He was all Army captain now, and she had to question if Bucky had really been given this side of Steve. Either way, despite herself, it was making her more than a little excited to watch him put on a stern nature, that was a side of him she loved. “These are getting obscene.” Steve said, and he slapped her bottom again, hard enough to make her gasp; that time it wasn’t the typical little slap. “You know you need to make sure your uniform fits right; if it starts to shrink, you need to tell me to make you a new one.” He scolded. Sharon squirmed; roleplaying as Bucky had given her boyfriend’s dominate side a sure way to come out and the idea that this could have been the two men’s relationship made her hot.
     “I’m sorry, Sir.” Sharon said with a sensual edge in her voice; this made the concept of submitting to his desire all the more appealing. As a woman she sometimes hated giving into this side, because deep down she wondered if Steve really believed he was entitled to treat her that way. Dressing as a boy helped her to kill that thought; if he treated Bucky the same it was alright to enjoy this part of him. He bent Sharon forward now in an inspecting manner now to examine the length of the shorts, running his hand down them. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view he was being offered, the pant stretched tighter even against her curved bottom and her long legs perfectly defined by the pose as the shorts rode higher up. He slapped her backside hard enough that she would have stumbled had he not had his arm hooked around her waist.
      “Fuck!” She gasped and turned to face him with a frown.
    “You really are testing me today, Bucky.” He replied, trying not to smile at how quickly the dirty mouth had come into play; Bucky wasn’t allowed to curse in his uniform. Neither of them were allowed to, in fact. Sharon swore far more than he was comfortable with, and had increased it when he had mentioned how uneasy it made him, so the chance to give her a form of revenge for it was enjoyable. “That just earned you fifty push-ups, because you know better than to swear in uniform.” The groan that followed seemed adorably frustrated, and Steve rubbed her bottom soothingly before falling back into their roles. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that how you present yourself represents America, Bucky.” Steve lectured her sharply, holding her face in his hand and looking down into her large blue eyes. “Cursing isn’t appropriate.”
    “Yes sir, I won’t let it happen again.” She breathed, and Steve pulled the hem of the shorts again, fingers easily running between her legs in a teasing manner. If she didn’t like this, he would have stopped, but already he could tell this was at least as much fun to her as it was to him. “Good boy.” He said, then, fingers briefly rubbing against her with the roughness he knew she enjoyed, he spoke. “Now drop and give me fifty.”
     It wasn’t too difficult for Sharon to meet Steve’s demand; fifty push-ups weren’t outside of her range, but when he tapped her to straighten her posture she snapped back at him. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but the hell if she would take that from him. Sharon knew how to do a push-up just as well as Steve; she wouldn’t have made it to SHIELD if she hasn’t. “Bucky!” Steve growled, pulling her up by her collar to meet her blue eyes with his own. “I have half a mind to bend you over after this and see how proud you are when it’s your bottom taking the punishment. Now finish up, and keep your back straighter!”
     “Yes, sir!” Sharon gritted, going back to her pushups, and trying her best to keep in the position he seemed to think was appropriate. As she pulled up after her last one, she was met by a gentle kiss to her neck, soft and ever so sweet.
     She sighed deeply, parting her lips as his mouth met her own. Watching her breathing grow slightly heavier, and seeing her lithe body moving up and down in the tight confine of the position had gotten to Steve. It was like watching her work at sex when she was on top; he liked the way it ruffled her hair and the determination in her eyes to meet her goal. He ran his hands through her hair now, stroking the long blond locks. “Do you promise not to give me anymore trouble?” He asked her, and when she nodded so eagerly he couldn’t help but give in. He lifted her up into his arms, smiling when she wrapped her strong legs tightly around his waist. He could just feel the tips of her heels digging into his back, and there was a strong rush of lust for her in that moment. She was everything he wanted; strong, beautiful, and so wanting. She wouldn’t have made a bad man, he mused as she moved to nibble his neck, her teeth marking his skin in sharp red splotches.
     Steve carried Sharon to his bed with a sense of triumph, smiling at her teasingly when he dropped her onto the soft quilt. His hands undid Bucky’s belt with the ease of familiarity, and he barely lowered the borrowed shorts more than to admire her lace panties. “You know I wouldn’t have pegged you for the lace knickers type.” He said teasingly, smiling at her laughter. Her giggling ceased quickly, however, as he moved to lower to pull her panties down with his mouth, and she swallowed deeply. Steve was skilled with his mouth, the perfect mixture of speed and pressure. Sharon let her hands fall to stroke soft blonde hair, moaning gently at the warmth of his mouth against her. His tongue touched her in all the right ways, varying his pressure and speed until she was squirming to keep still.
      As she lay shuddering, near the edge of her climax, Steve pulled back. He kissed her gently, and the knowledge that she could taste herself on his lips made his heart pound faster. Slowly, he unbuttoned her jacket, pulling down the cups of her bra to free her breasts. He leaned down and licked her nipple, teasing her gently with his teeth as his fingers rubbed against her. Arching, Sharon’s lips parted. “Just fuck me already...” She moaned, her voice soft but the words so demanding that Steve obliged. He moved back to the foot of the bed as she pulled off her shorts all the way and threw them to the floor. His hand caught her own as she reached for the top of her boots and he pulled her into a kiss, slowly moving her to lie back against the bed.
     Taking her legs in his hands, he moved between them, placing one over each shoulder. As he unzipped his pants, Sharon moaned, watching the reflection of the bedside lamp’s light in his dog-tags. That little reminder of his rank was perfectly timed, as he entered her, and a new waved of pleasure overcame her as she felt him moving slowly deeper into her. She grabbed the headboard, holding onto the metal poles to support her as she pushed herself back onto him, matching his thrusts with an aggressive desire. Steve gasped as he watched Sharon move, his arousal surging even more as he saw her hair ruined against the blankets and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She tightened around him, eyes set with the determination that she would be able to claim his orgasm.
     Steve thrust forward harshly, knowing Sharon’s body well enough to know he didn’t have to hold back. The sound that escaped her throat was desperate and one of her hands abandoned the pole to slide between her legs, pleasuring herself as she continued to move back against him. The roughness of the thrusts was overwhelming, and the way Steve seemed set about the need to make it known she was his was titillating. Normally she couldn’t stand that possessive side of him, but in bed, when he looked at her like he owned her it was all she could do not to swear to him that he did.
    As Sharon began to reach her orgasm, Steve grabbed one of her legs, throwing it over the same shoulder as the first. The position intensified the feelings of him pushing into her and she moaned loudly as she came, knuckles turning white against the headboard. Every thrust that came after that was like a miniature wave of pleasure running through her, pushing her further and further over the edge. Sharon wasn’t the type of woman who kept meek, something that made her orgasms much easier to obtain and so when Steve came, grasping her ankles, she gasped at the feeling of warmth that ran through her. He had brought her over a second time, and she could see in his proud expression that he knew it.
    For a moment afterwards, Steve moved to lie beside her, gently kissing her flushed face and letting his hand stroke her hair lovingly. “You make a damn good Bucky.” He whispered with a smile. “Do you want to be my sidekick?”
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