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Sleepover Secrets

This is my first commission and its for the wonderful and the lovely @gytech !! Thank you so very much for trusting me to write such a cute and lovely fic for you. It means a lot and it was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy and like this piece!!!!! -Star

Pairing: Jiroumomo (Jirou x Yaoyorozu)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 4313

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Jirou closed her locker with a hard thud. She didn’t mean for it to be that loud but today's hero training lesson really shook her up. She thought she was getting better with her technical moves but she had been beaten in nearly every match today and all she wanted to do was lock herself in her dorm room and busted out her newest cd of a rock and roll band she had been dying to listen to too. That's all she wanted.

“You were really strong out there today.” Of course Momo would complement her. She could see how flustered she was and now Jirou had to keep her face cool enough so the gorgeous goddess like figure that was Momo Yaoyorozu didn’t see the blush forming on her face.

“Oh um thanks.You were amazing, naturally.” She smiled back.

Yaoyorozu finished hanging up her outfit all nice and neat. It always made Jirou laugh as she would tuck her scarlet red suit inside her locker while Uraraka would simply cram hers into that small space before running to the bathroom to empty her stomach. Yikes.

“So Jirou.” Momo trailed off. “Do you maybe want to have a sleepover? I overheard some of the boys talk about having their own and I thought I would like to give it a try.”

A small laugh came out of Jirou’s mouth. “Give it a try?’ She was met with a simple nod as they both finished smoothing out the skirts of their uniforms. “Wait. Yaoyorozu, have you never been to a sleepover before?”

The much taller girl turned bright pink as she began to pack up her things. Momo was one to get flustered or overthink everything constantly but this seemed more, embarrassed? She began to fiddle with her hair tie as she began to pull back her dark locks.

“It's not like I haven’t been invited to them as a child, I just don’t think that maids pampering the guests and I really count as the true experience, yeah know?” It was almost comical of how rich Momo was and how often her class forgot it. It made a little bit of sense that she hadn’t had the true experience, after all living in a mansion was kinda like a permanent fort.

“Well luckily for you. I am an expert. I’ll turn my room into a kick ass pillow fort and we can watch movies and have snacks.”

“Pillow fort?” She turned her head almost like a cute puppy dog who just got offered to go on a walk.

Jirous smile fell. “ Please tell me-” Another shrug and slightly embarrassed smile. “Alright, that's okay, it will be better this way. More of a surprise. My rooms a bit small but we can probably squeeze some more girls-”

Momo held up her hand and looked around as the other girls were starting to head out. Her voice was much quieter this time as if she didn’t want the others to hear.

“Actually. I was wondering if maybe it could just be us?” Momo asked shyly.

No matter how hard she tried, Jirou would not be able to contain the flush of red that spread across her cheeks. She didn’t know why she was slightly panicking. They were friends, best friends even and have hung out alone many times before. They studied, listened to music and occasionally fell asleep on the common room couch together, but for some reason, Momo asking it to be just them felt different. It was odd and was bringing up feelings she wasn’t sure she could handle right now.

“Oh yeah of course.” Deep breath in. And out. “How about tomorrow?” That should be enough time to emotionally prepare.

The bell rang through the locker room signaling it was time for them to head to their next class.

“I’ll bring snacks.” Momo said happily as she took her bag and headed out.

Jirou smiled to herself while poking her ear jacks together. Behind her she heard a coo and a giggle. Her eyes widened as Mina was practically glowing from hearing other conversations.

“You two are super cute!” The pink alien giggled which made her face redden further. “Don’t be such a bashful doll, Momo is super into you!” Mina always knew the drama and could sniff it out like a little piggy with truffles. Of course she had seen through her face.

A small pain of sadness ran through her. “She's not-” Jirou frowned but dropped the subject. Mina could sense the shift in mood and laced her arm through hers as they began to walk to English.

“Well you still want to give her the best slumber party ever. I’ll help you set up tomorrow.”

“Thanks Mina.”

It was Saturday which meant no school and most importantly, the smartest and cutest girl would be coming over to spend the night. Jirou was bright and early to make sure she turned her room into a pillow wonderland. She began by stripping her bed clean and pulling all the extra blankets and pillows she had.

The pile of supplies seemed small and weak. She remembers being able to create amazing forts with her cousins back home. The hallways would be lined with chairs as sheets were stretched and taped on while they crawled underneath.

But now this was just plain sad. How was she supposed to impress her with just four blankets and five pillows? She couldn’t.

A knock from her door interrupted her thoughts and she opened it while rubbing her eyes. “Mina.” She had almost forgotten that her friend offered to help her and with the way things were going, she was relieved to see the extra support.

The bubbly girl, honestly who has this much energy in the morning? Came bouncing in with her hands full of blankets followed by a mound of pillows being carried by Hagakure. Another stack of blankets had fallen into the floor as Tsuyu dropped them off.

“We are ready to help you throw the most amazing pillow fort party ever! Sucks that we can’t come but nonetheless, we shall be your faithful helpers!” Mina cheered and the door shut as the four girls got to work trying to figure out the best way to configure this.

After a few hours of planning, blankets falling, pillows being thrown, a whole box of juice boxes and instruments being smacked down from the walls then shoved into her closet, the maze that was now a pillow fort was complete.

The girls stood back and admired their work. A low whistle came from Mina as she patted Jirou on the back. “She’s going to love this!” Tsyu said as they began to leave just in time for the queen herself to arrive.

Jirou sat in her new arranged room on the floor waiting and the realization that she was about to have the prettiest girl in her room by herself was kicking in.

“What if she doesn’t like it?” Her eyes widened. “What if she doesn’t have fun and wants to leave?” All these thoughts began to corrupt her mind as she was playing out the worst case scenario.

A polite knock at the door came and she picked her head up from her knees. She crawled through the massive fort, as massive as it can be in this cramped dorm room and answered the door.

“Hey.” Momo said with a bright and beautiful smile. She was wearing a simple tank top and bottom set but Jirou knew it was made from imported silk. The light pink looked really good on her skin and she had to stop herself from checking out her best friend. Her dark long hair was falling freely on her shoulders. It was rare for her to not have her hair up but Jirou thought she looked really pretty with it down.

She looked down at her own outfit. An over sized hoodie with her favorite bands logo and black fuzzy shorts.

“Come on in.” She said casually and moved down to the floor to crawl. Momo followed and soon they were sitting in the middle of the pillow fort.

“Wow, this is amazing.” Momo looked around. It was such a simple concept but she adored the domestic feeling it provided. She was used to the finer things in life but moments like these made her wish she knew more about the freedom of playing than learning about business trades.

Momo was in awe as she saw the layers of blankets being taped to the walls and hung from the furniture. There were pillows everywhere on the floor providing them with a mass amount of seating options and she couldn’t believe she had never done this before.

“It's really not but I hope you will have a good time.”

“Any time with you is good.”

Jirou swore she saw a dust of pink on Momos cheeks. It was faint but the hope of her feelings died quickly as the other girl turned and pulled some items out of her back.

“I brought some snacks!.” She laid them in front of her as well as two very expensive looking tea cups. She almost didn't want to touch them.

Momo pulled out a thermos and began to pour. “I decided to go with a green tea and raspberry blend, something light but full of flavor. It comes from Spain back when my family visited there and the family that grows the tea leaves only makes ten batches a year because it's so hard to grow.” Momo stated and Jirou laughed as the dark red liquid filled the cup.

Momo opened a small tin of cookies which she informed her were from Scotland and an assortment of chocolates and mixed nuts that came all the way from Belgium and different regions of South america.

“Sorry if it's not enough.” she shuddered as Jirou bit into one of the chocolates and almost moaned at how creamy and delectable the taste was.

“Are you kidding? These are amazing.” She said as she popped another in her mouth. “I only have some chips from the kitchen and you brought the entire world into my room.”

A giggle came from Momo's mouth as she took a sip from her tea. Even in her pajamas, she still looked fancy. “So lovely host, what are the activities for tonight?”

“Well my lovely guest.” Momo laughed at this. “I thought maybe a movie or show, some card games, possibly a pillow fight if we don't take this all down with us and of course some gossip and girl talk. No particular order.”

“Let's start with a card game.” Momo clapped her hands together before rummaging through her bag and pulling out a brand new set of cards. “I made these yesterday! I’ve been practicing on simple items and I hope they have the same texture as a regular set.”

Jirou took the deck and began to shuffle. They looked like regular cards and had the same lightness as well. She always became amazed whenever she witnessed her quirk in action. She began throwing the cards back and forth until they had a good amount then set the rest in the middle.

“Alright Yaoyorozu. Got any 2’s?” Jirou asked and a competitive game of Go Fish broke out.

After about six rounds of Go Fish, which Momo complained she only won two games and an unsuccessful round of Poker on Jirou’s part, the deck was tossed back into Momo’s fancy bag and ready for another time.

“Whats next?” Momo asked and Jirou shrugged.

“Your choice.” She gestured to her laptop that was ready to stream a movie, all the pillows and even a few coloring books that Mina had brought her.

Momo thought for a second before looking around. “It might be a little too early for a movie.” The sun was beginning to set and Jirou agreed.

“So what are you thinking?” She leaned back on her elbows and watched Momo’s ‘thinking’ face appear.

Her eyes widened with a spark as a grin appeared. She crawled through the small opening on the other side. Jirou popped in another chocolate candy as Momo had disappeared, she could see her shadows moving and heard a bit of movement.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to see?” Momo called out and even though it was a small room, it felt like she was miles apart from her.

“What's that?” Jirou answered as she ate another one. Gosh these were amazing.

Momo's head popped back into the fort and she scooted backwards towards her as she held something in her hands.

“Oh come on.” Jirou laughed as she wiped her fingers clean. “Really?” She smiled as she took the acoustic guitar from her.

“I’ve always wanted to see you play. Ever since the room tour I've been intrigued by your musical talents.”

Jirou never thought that being able to play an instrument was something super special. Anyone could really do it and it wasn’t exactly the hardest thing to learn. The fact that Momo sat tapping her fingers in anticipation waiting for her to play and actually wanting to hear her meant a lot.

She began to tune the guitar. She hadn’t played this particular one in awhile and she was thankful that she had soundproofed her room so that none of the other girls would hear her practically serenading Momo. The familiar strum of the guitar string brought her back to the days she would sit in her backyard and practice. She had always had a soft spot with the instrument. It felt the most personal and could help convey her feelings better than her other instruments could.

“Any particular song?” She asked and Momo looked up and tapped her chin.

“What about an original?”

That wasn’t what she expected. It took her back as she nervously strummed. She wanted to protest and tell her that she doesn’t write her own songs which would be a lie because mom has caught her writing before.

“Maybe the one you wrote in the park?” Momo added.

Jirou has written many songs before, most rock and roll songs and occasional pop songs but that one, that particular one was a love song. The only one she had written. She didn’t know that Momo was standing behind her that day as she was busy scribbling down her thoughts.

“I didn’t know you knew about that.” Jirou muttered as she hugged the guitar close to her chest. She was nervous to sing the song. It was personally and she was scared that momo would realize it was about her. But she shook off that thought and Momo settled down and stared at her like she was the most important thing.

She began playing the song, the words flowing along like a river. She kept her eyes shut as she played and began to lose herself in the song. If she wasn’t striving to be a hero, she probably would have studied music instead. The thought of writing songs for someone or performing them herself was something she had always dreamed of doing. Maybe once she becomes a professional hero, she might also part time as a musician.

She ended the song and opened her eyes. She was met with a small round of applause from Mom who looked like she genuinely enjoyed the performance.

“That was beautiful.” She commended her and Jirou brushed back a piece of hair before setting her guitar behind her.

“Thank you.” She replied. “I’ve never played any of my songs for anyone before.”

“Well thank you for letting me be the first one then.”

Jirou found herself blushing more today then she has in her entire life. She grabbed her laptop before flipping it open. “Movie time?” She asked as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart.

“Sounds good.”

The movie ended and the girls decided to sit in a comfortable silence as they checked their phones. Mina had been texting her, asking her how it was going and telling her to relax. She turned off her phone before relaxing again and just enjoying the presence of her friend.

“Who do you think would win in a fight? Denki or a jellyfish?” Jirou asked and Momo let out a loud laugh and covered her mouth.

“Denki.” Momo stated. And Jirou giggled.

“I’d pick the jellyfish.”

“That’s so mean!” But she continued to laugh anyways.

“No different then when you asked if Kirishima could beat a shark.”

“Which I think he can.” Momo added and their giggle faded off.

Jirou laid on her back facing the makeshift ceiling of the blankets and somehow began to count the number of dots on the pink blanket. Next to her was Momo who was laying on her side, finger toying with the frizz of the carpet.

“Can I ask you a question?” Momo said out of the blue. Her tone was different from the previous rounds of asking. It was soft and hesitant as if she was running it over and over in her mind.

“Yeah of course.” Jirou responded but never took her eyes off the blanket. So far she had counted twenty six dots.

“Why didn't you go out with Denki?”

She stopped counting and felt her body tense up. “I know he really liked you and you two seem like such good friends that I was surprised when you turned him down.” She continued.

Jirou felt the fears she desperately wanted to avoid surface and she tried to keep counting. She was at thirty seven now.

“ I liked someone else.” She said honestly and she heard Momo hum beside her. “Why do you ask?” She was met with silence. She took a chance and rolled on her side to face her.

She was met with a pair of eyes that seemed to hold an uncertainty as she looked at her. Momo's mouth was slightly parted open as if she wanted to say something but she didn’t trust herself. A silent tension was formed as the pair looked at each other.

“Jirou can I tell you a secret?” She asked and the other girl swore they could see tears forming in her eyes.

She felt worried seeing her friend like that and moved closer. “Of course.”

“Promise me whatever I say you will still be my friend?” Her eyes were now boring into hers. Almost like a plea.

“Momo, you can tell me anything.” Her voice was softer than anything Momo has heard before.

She turned her head and a single tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m gay.” Her voice was on the verge of breaking and she was terrified to look back at Jirou. She was scared that she would yell and be ashamed to be her friend or be mad for not telling her sooner. That fear of rejection played over and over in her mind and she was afraid that she made a giant mistake.

Instead she was pulled into a hug. Her arms immediately tightened around her frame as the other whispered how proud she was into her ears and she finally let all the tension and fears flow free in tears.

“Momo.” She pulled away and looked at her. “I will always be your friend, you never have to worry about that. You being gay wouldn’t make me care for you any less, plus I’m bisexual so I understand your fear of coming out. It can be scary but hey, I'm here for you.”

Momo wiped her tears away and her lips curled up.

“Are you okay?”

Momo only nodded. “Yes.” She took in another deep breath, calming herself down.

“Can I tell you a secret now?” Jirous said cautiously and Momo shook her head as the other girl began to lean in closer. “I was afraid to tell the person I liked how I felt.”

“I don’t think you should be.” The other girl whispered.

They were meant with another silence as their noses touched and their eyes met with a secret plea from each of them. A small smile appeared on Momos lips as she nodded and felt a soft pair of lips touch her own. It was hesitant and slow. Almost like testing the waters before diving straight in. She responded to the kiss and accepted it as she kissed the other girl back.

Jirou felt tears wet her cheeks as arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her impossibly closer. There was a rush of excitement as their lips parted and they each caught their own breaths.

“Wow.” Momo whispered and Jirou nodded.

“Wow indeed.” She laughed.

“Want to know something else?” Jirou turned her head. “That song was about you.”

“You, you wrote a song about me?” She asked and before she could respond, Jirou was pulled into another hug. “That makes it even more amazing.”

They each could barely contain their smiles until Jirou suggested that they watched another movie. Their fingers slowly entered as the movie played and every so often one of them would kiss the other girl's cheek, making them blush profusely.

Of course they had chosen a romantic love story and normally that wasn’t Jirous type of movie, she preferred action or even musicals, but as she watched the two characters fall in love on screen, she wouldn’t have chosen anything else.

It was well late into the night as the credits began to roll and a yawn escaped both of their lips. They fluffed their pillows before laying their heads down and faced each other. Momo brushed a piece of hair out of Jirous face and kissed her hand.

“I’m really happy you invited me over.” She said quietly.

“Me too.”

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The sun came shining in and even with the mass amounts of blankets blocking the light, Jirou woke to a bright room. She rubbed at her eyes and looked to see a snoozing Momo. Even in her sleep she looked perfect as she hand her hands under her head and lips pushed slightly out. She reminded her of a sleeping princess, of course Momo was delicate and refined in every way of her life and it made jirou laugh a little making sleeping beauty flutter her eyes open.

“Good morning.” Momo smiled at her. She sat up and rubbed away the sleep before stretching her arms out and tried to not knock the blankets down. They were both thankful her hair was down because her massive ponytail would have taken the fort down the moment she got in.

Jirou grabbed her phone before looking at the time. “Wanna grab coffee?” She asked and Momo nodded quickly. They locked eyes for a second before the memories of last night came flooding back.

A blush spread on Jirous cheek as she remembered their kiss and soon she felt those plush lips on the corner of her mouth. “You are so cute when you turn pink.” She barely heard Momo as her brain was trying to register what was happening.

She grabbed the tips of her ear jacks and began tapping them together, a nervous trait she's had since she was a child but Momo thought it was quite adorable. “Um Yaoyorozu?” She asked. “Are we-”

“Oh.” Momo understood immediately. She picked up a brush and began to comb the ends of her hair. “I mean, I would love to. As long as you do that is?”

“Yes!” Jirou said maybe a little too fast for her own liking. “Coffee at ten?” She said before being met with a nod.

Momo leaned in and kissed her again and jirou swore she saw stars. She never thought that all this mushy and gushy romance stuff would be up her ally but she was finding herself enjoying it with each press of the lips and the giggles that followed.

Momo grabbed her bag before leaving to get dressed. “See you then.” She winked.

Jirou heard the door close and grabbed her pillow before doing a mix of a scream and a cheer into it. She never felt this light and happy before and maybe she was still on the first kiss bliss from last night but she never wanted that feeling to go away.

She got up and began to get ready, making sure she looked decent enough for her girlfriend. Girlfriend. The thought of holding her hands on their way to class and going on dates while they tell each other all their secrets and stories from their childhoods made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

She finished lacing her shoe before grabbing her phone and leaving her dorm room.

“So how’d it go?” Mina had bombarded her right as she closed her door.

Jirou couldn’t contain her smile as they walked down to the common room and told her everything, well mostly everything that happened. They entered the elevator and she swore Mina’s screech of joy could be heard all the way across campus and she made her calm down before the doors opened.

They found the other girls sitting around a table and Momo was sitting next to an empty chair. Jirou sat next to her and Tsuyu smiled.

“So Yaoyorozu, how was your first pillow fort sleepover?” The frog hero asked and Jirou could see her holding back a wide smile.

“Amazing.” She said before pecking Jirou’s cheek with a kiss making the girl turn beet red.

The other girls began to congratulate them and swoon over the fact that they were gonna be the cutest couple ever. Jirou met Momo’s beautiful brown eyes as they shared their own private moment and wrapped their fingers together.

“Best sleepover ever.” Jirou whispered to herself as she joined back into the conversation.

“Okay who would win in a fight? Bakugou or Godzilla?” Mina said as the table busted out laughing.

I hope you enjoyed this! It was a pleasure writing and working with you!

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not-close-to-straight · 7 years

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Letters to Bucky (Twelve)

MASTERLIST HERE! *****************

To: Tony

--So a year ago (ish) I got the first letter from you, and this will come out fairly sappy, but Tony I had no idea how much writing you would change my life. Thank you for writing me first, for always writing me back, for calling in favors and talking on the phone with me, for not throwing me out when I showed up at your work, for caring enough about my friends to send them packages. I-- well, you know.

--I love the bear. So much. And thank you for the picture. I'll return the favor and include one of me in here. The video was the dorkiest cutest thing I've ever seen. Tony you are fucking adorable.

--Any progress on the super soldier thing? Steve had a meeting with a few people about it the other day. He's being pretty tight lipped, not wanting word to get out to other soldiers so I don't know much of anything right now.

--I'm being as safe as I can be, baby. Heading out again in the morning.

--I miss you.

--PS. Steve took the picture. Said that even as a straight guy the pic makes him want to fuck me… so… yeah hopefully it works on you too. It was an awkward thing for Steve to say but I wouldn't mind hearing you say it.

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Tony couldn't stop staring at the picture, his chin resting in his palm, his other hand rubbing tense circles on his thigh under the desk because he couldn't exactly get off in the middle of a meeting, but damn he was tempted to try it.

Bucky.

Wearing just his dog tags and a pair of black silk so tight are you kidding me boxer briefs.

He was leaning up against a wall, big arms crossed to show off his biceps, legs spread just enough to show off the bulge between his legs that short circuited Tony's brain until the only thing on repeat was holy fuck I need my mouth on that asap.

His blue eyes looked nearly turquoise against the sandstone wall, framed by dark hair that was nearly long enough to touch his shoulders, such big broad shoulders, and Tony couldn't stop running his fingers over the picture, tracing the lines of Bucky's abdomen, down to where he really was just barely covered.

“Tony. Pay attention.” Pepper whispered next to him, and Tony jumped.

“Not sorry.” He whispered back, keeping the picture front and center in the file he was supposed to be reading from.

“Tony just put that away! We are in the middle of a very important-- holy crap Tony is that your soldier?” Peppers lovely little mouth dropped wide open and Tony turned away from her, hunching over the picture dramatically to keep her from looking.

“Get your own GI Joe!” He snapped, and whichever board member had been speaking, stopped, completely confused.

“Uh--What was that, Mr. Stark?”

“Nothing.” Resignedly, Tony put the picture away, forcing himself to listen to another progress report on a new line of body armor he had initiated months ago.

A few minutes later, Pepper slid a piece of paper towards him, clearing her throat pointedly.

Tony sent her a narrow look, and reached for the note.

Does he really look like that under his dress uniform?

Better. I'm not even kidding.

How have you not jumped in a plane and flown to Afghanistan and dragged him back home??

Because you made me come to this meeting you evil ginger.

Pepper started giggling, and Tony joined in, both of them ignoring the looks of disapproval from the other board members.

“Good for you, Tony.” She whispered.

“You know I know it.” He whispered back.

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Bucky Baby

--Happy Anniversary to us, soldier. Best year (ish) ever. That picture makes me want to do just dirty messy things to you. Also sweet things, but for the most part just messy things.

--In the meantime I might blow it up about a thousand times and hang it from my ceiling. Come lay on my couch and I'll draw you like a French girl. Just come lay on my couch anyway so I can lay next to you.

--You are wearing off on me by the way. I have started thinking in these gross flowery sentences and wondering how to put them on paper for you. Watch out poet-man, I'm getting romantic.

--By the way even Pepper is jealous of that picture. Congratulations. You made my ice queen assistant drool during a board meeting.

--I've had two more meeting re:super soldier. I gave what you said about entire units vs single soldiers some thought and I have to agree. I hate the idea of you as one though. I kind of hate the idea of super soldiers at all i think, but I'd rather be designing the robotics than let Hammer Tech get a shot at ruining things, so I have a few different ideas in pre-production stage as we speak.

--I will keep you as informed as I can, I would love input from you, would like the chance to sit with Steve and really talk about it. I refuse to design something our soldiers aren't on board with. I'll see what I can do about a video conference or something. First us, privately because… come on. And then Steve can come in once the clothes are back on.

--Since you aren't sure when you will be back from rotation, I'll include your Valentine's Day present with this letter.

--Stay safe soldier. I don't know exactly when your 21 months is up, but it's gotta be soon right? Within a year? I just want you home.

Tony

--PS in case it wasn't super obvious, by home I meant home with me. Penthouse. Pillows. Waking up together. Home.

--PPS. DO NOT OPEN YOUR PRESENT WHILE AROUND OTHER PEOPLE. Definitely NSFW.

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“Get out.” Bucky jumped to his feet and started pushing Steve out the door. “Get out get out get out.”

“Bucky, this is my room.” Steve laughed and planted his feet, refusing to move. “Find somewhere else to read your love letters.”

“Get out I need some time.” Bucky insisted, and pulled harder, yanking the Captain off balance.

“Bucky--”

“Steve.” Bucky looked at him pleadingly. “Come on man. I've got a letter from Tony, you know I can't read it in the barracks with the rest of the unit, and they are all in there right now.”

Steve sighed overly loud, and stomped back to his desk, retrieving a few things he needed, then noisily and grumpily slapped a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues on his end table. “Just air the room out will you?”

“God dammit Steve.” Bucky actually blushed, dropping his head to hide it and Steve clapped his hands, snorting with laughter.

“Too easy, Bucky. Seriously though. I know this is difficult on you. Especially with Tony not being a Tanya and most of the guys being… well. You know, obnoxious.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly, his eyes softening. “Take your time.”

Bucky nodded gratefully. “Thanks man. Appreciate it.”

“Not a problem.” Steve left then, tapping the door so Bucky remembered to lock it after he left.

Bucky tossed a towel over Steve's bed because… well, whether the present was that sort of present of not he as going to spend some time thinking about Tony, and a towel was necessary.

Then he sat down and tried to get comfortable, ripping the box wide open.

Inside was… lube.

A big bottle that simply said ‘Gun Oil’ across the side. Tony had attached a sticky note that read:

Literally only bought this because I knew it would make you laugh. And because thinking about you ‘cleaning your gun’ made me need to excuse myself from the room. So you know… do some cleaning soldier. Hopefully the pictures help.

Bucky's lips twitched up in a smile and he uncapped the bottle, his smile getting bigger when he realized the lube smelled like dark licorice. Not his favorite scent, but he knew Tony loved it.

He reached for the envelope next, and dropped right on the floor when he caught a glimpse of the pictures inside.

“God dammit Tony.” He muttered, tugging his fingers through his hair. “What the hell are you doing to me baby?”

The first one he picked up was pretty innocent, looking like something Pepper might have taken, Tony in his suit, tie off, shirt opened, laughing as he lifted a glass of whiskey to his lips.

It was a great shot, making him look happy and young and soft. Bucky kissed the picture longingly, and set it aside, swallowing hard as he reached for the next one, the one that had made him drop them all to begin with.

Pepper definitely hadn't taken this one.

Tony lay stretched out across his giant bed, arms behind his head, a cocky smirk across his lips, and so-much-bare-skin Bucky was having a hard time not drooling, and then--

Panties. Tony was wearing just a blue pair of tiny, boyshort cut panties . Crystal pale blue, lacy, delicate, feminine, lovely panties.

Bucky didn't think he'd ever gone from relaxed to hard so fast in his life.

He pressed the heel of his hand against his zipper, his head banging back against the wall as desire want pleasure zinged through him. “Dammit Tony.”

He fumbled with his clasp, forcing his pants down his thighs and spreading his legs, one knee bent on the bed, the other foot resting on the floor. Reaching for the- gun oil, Bucky had to chuckle- lube and pouring a generous amount into his palm, he ran his hand from the thick base of his cock to the fat head, back arching off the bed as the liquid warmed against his skin.

Tony in panties Tony in panties Tony in panties.

He was already panting, touching himself with long even strokes, forcing himself to move slowly as he reached with a clean hand for the next picture.

The next picture was worse, or rather better, as Tony had freed his own cock from the dainty material, the hand holding it hidden by the panties, making an obscene bulge against the lace, the tip of his cock looking so red and wet that Bucky's tongue flicked out to lick his lips, desperately wanting a taste.

Tony's arm was flung over his eyes, hiding most of his expression, but Bucky could tell he was biting his bottom lip, and he copied the motion, sinking further down in the bed as heat built at the base of his spine.

“Oh sweet thing.” He moaned, tossing his head and closing his eyes, imagining lying right next to Tony in that overly big bed, imagining running his mouth all over that lace, tracing the cock inside with his tongue, imagining how Tony's eyes would be blown wide, so dilated they would be close to be black, the way he'd say Bucky's name as he got closer and closer to the edge.

His grip around himself tightened, and his hand moved faster and faster, twisting over the leaking head, spreading the thin liquid as much as he could, the lube making everything so slick and wet and warm and he grabbed at the third picture.

Tony's mouth wide open, pink tongue out. One hand digging into his spiky hair. Eyes closed in bliss. His beautiful scarred chest. All those lean muscles.

His stomach painted with come, his still hard cock lying in a puddle of it, his fingers digging into his thigh, hips still pushed into the air, the pretty lace soaked through.

The picture had been taken right as he was coming.

Bucky's back bowed under the force of his orgasm, and he nearly bit his tongue off trying not to scream.

Too much too much tonytonytony ohbaby sweetheart I love you I love you I fucking love you.

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#winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #steve rogers #hurt and comfort #love letters #pen pal au #soldier fic

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