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Bucky wasn’t sure why he did it, really. He and Natasha had been part of a celebration after another successful win in the seemingly neverending war to save the timestream, and they’d both been about as drunk as super-soldiers like them could ever get, and things had got a bit frisky and…well. Decisions had been made.
It wasn’t that he was insecure about the ongoing presence of Matt Murdock. Not in the slightest. No matter how intense a connection that the Daredevil had once shared with Natasha, or how much of that connection he suspected might still be smouldering under the surface. Or how he and Natasha had not defined anything, not committed to anything, he had no claim to her as such…but still.
The message had been sent to Murdock’s phone anyway. If Bucky had thought about it either any more or any less than he had, or been somewhat less inebriated, he’d have realised both how ridiculous he was being for a grown man, and how totally pointless it was to send a video to a blind man, let alone the taunting text to go along with it.
And yet, he’d sent it anyway.
“You’re missing a damn good time.”
The video showed Natasha on her knees, the room around her dingy and in poor lighting. The sound of the music of the celebration was dimly audible in the background, muffled and faint, hidden behind the much louder noise of Natasha taking Bucky’s cock in her mouth and sucking him down, her lips wrapping around his girth and swallowing his length with exquisite ease. The Black Widow was as trained in seduction as she was in assassination and she was using every bit of that long experience now as she luxuriated in the Winter Soldier’s cock, her hand deft and confident as she stroked what length she wasn’t sucking.
Bucky’s groans of pleasure could be heard from behind the camera, and Natasha was quite clearly touching herself with her other hand, rubbing hard at herself and moaning around him, and when Bucky’s metallic hand came into frame to tug lightly at her gorgeous red hair, she only moaned louder, blue eyes heavy-lidded and effortlessly sultry. She didn’t even seem to care that she was being filmed, simply raising her eyebrow in expectation until Bucky started to roll his hips, forcing his cock into the back of her throat over and over.
Natasha didn’t so much as flinch as she took him deep with expert skill, sucking him right the way to the base and holding there, her cheeks hollowing and her expression languid and amused, until there was a loud groan and the camera suddenly began to judder and shake as Bucky blasted a load right into her throat, for Natasha to swallow with easy confidence.
Bucky pulled out, and Natasha opened her mouth to show the camera that she had swallowed it all, just in time for her to loudly moan and squirt all over her hand as she rocked into a climax of her own.
The recording ended.
Bucky hadn’t expected for his bizarre late-night drunk message to Daredevil to so much as go acknowledged, ever, let alone be replied to. But there the response was, a few days later…with a video of its own attached.
“Some people don’t need alcohol as a crutch, and they are more attentive to their partners.”
Her face might not have been visible, but the waves of red hair and the svelte, naked form of Natasha Romanova was instantly recognisable even from the back as she buried her face in the bedsheets, her moans loud and ostentatious, her hips swaying and her round cheeks jiggling as she pushed her ass back into Daredevil’s face. The video was swaying and unsteady as Matt pressed his mouth to Natasha’s cunt, slurping and licking and kissing at the red-furred slit like he was a man at prayer, revering and adoring the swollen pink folds in a way that had the helpless woman moaning and gasping and crying out his name.
Natasha’s ass was pert and springy to the touch as Daredevil grabbed at it with his free hand, his fingers sinking deep into the fatty pale flesh and groping hard, drawing her into yet another loud moan before he let go and slapped it, the camera shaking violently with the motion as he didn’t break his cunnilingus for a moment, keeping Natasha buried under intense pleasure even as he made sure to capture the jiggle and pinkening flesh of her ass.
Natasha moaned and turned her head, her face appearing in shot for the first time – she was flushed red and panting, her eyes blown wide and her hands grasping frantically at the sheets, her powerful legs shaking and trembling under Matt’s weight as he held her down, his tongue delving deep and swirling wide at her folds, the loud slurping rasps audible in the recording even over her cries of pleasure.
Then Natasha was begging for him to touch her, and Matt did so, bringing his free hand around to stroke deftly and gently at her clit while he licked her out, and Natasha crashed into her climax with a loud cry, arching her back and letting out a low, breathy, throaty moan, her body falling apart completely under Daredevil’s touch.
The recording ended.
It was immature, and absurd, and ridiculous for a man of his age, he knew it. But a few days later, Bucky couldn’t help but hit back.
“She doesn’t seem to mind my ‘attention’, from how frequently she wants it.”
The phone was propped outside a shower this time, angled directly in at the two super-assassins behind the shower door, obscured by the steam but with the outlines of their frantically rutting bodies very much still visible. Natasha was against the wall, her red hair dark and slicked against her back under the water as the curves of her voluptuous form squashed against the tiles, while Bucky was behind her, metal arm across her shoulders and organic one across her stomach, holding her still as he fucked into her from behind.
The video was loud and barely comprehensible, the water crashing down over them as their wet bodies slapped against each other, Bucky grunting and Natasha moaning, his body pressed almost flush against her as he pressed inside over and over again, her hands splayed against the wall, taking everything he could give and more.
But then Bucky growled and turned her around, pulling out and grabbing her and lifting her against the wall, her lithe form draping around him in an instant as he slipped back inside and began to rut against her harder than ever. Natasha’s arms were visible even through the steam across the lens, draping across Bucky’s shoulders and gripping tight as she took everything he had, her long legs wrapping around his waist and her body melding completely into his.
Bucky’s composure didn’t last long before his hips were stuttering and he was climaxing inside her, groaning and crying out sharply as Natasha leant down and grabbed him into a kiss, rocking herself against him as she milked his cock for everything it could give her, their silhouettes behind the shower door melding into one as she devoured him.
It took quite a long time for that video to stop.
This time, Matt’s response came in the very next day.
“If you need such frequent demonstrations to satisfy her, your performance is clearly leaving something to be desired.”
Daredevil himself was barely in the frame of the video, the shot focussed entirely on Natasha as she bounced up and down in his lap in a dark alleyway of Shin-Shibuya. Matt was entirely naked and Natasha wore only an open undershirt that was constantly threatening to fall down her shoulders as she rocked herself up and down his cock, her hands on his chest for balance as she chased her release, her heavy tits bouncing and her ass jiggling every time it clapped down onto Matt’s hips.
With how exposed Natasha was to the frame, it was very obvious how Matt was groping at her, his hands roaming with the kind of acute sensitivity that could only come from an inability to see as he grabbed and groped at the Black Widow’s hips and thighs as she bounced on him, before coming around to squeeze tightly to her ass.
Natasha slowed her rhythm for a moment at the strength of his squeeze and leant down to kiss him, the scorching intensity of their lips meeting notable even through a camera lens, her hands running appreciatively across Daredevil’s scarred, lean form as she rolled her hips slowly and seductively, pinning him down like a predator. Then Matt raised his legs and braced himself, grabbing Natasha’s slim waist with both hands, before bucking up into her hard and fast, bouncing Natasha’s lithe, light form around wildly as he fucked up into her, her hands scrabbling and grabbing for purchase.
Natasha’s moans were coming thick and fast through the speakers, sinful and carnal, her hair tossed around behind her as she bounced on Daredevil, her incredible body flexing and rolling and jiggling as he hilted himself inside her over and over again. The slick wetness of Natasha’s cunt was noticeable on camera even from this angle, her lips swollen and slick and parted obscenely around Matt’s cock, and she began groping at herself, cupping and stroking and groping at her fat, bouncing tits and moaning even louder, making an exhibition of herself even knowing that Matt couldn’t actually see her. All she could let out were breathy moans and short words, begging and praising, desperately seeking release that was soon to come.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before Natasha was gasping and groaning again, her cunt clenching tight and her body locking up, an immense tension coming loose from her bearing as she crashed into orgasm, Matt following only moments later as he pumped her full of yet another load.
Then Matt had the camera in hand, and after a brief close-up flash of Natasha’s cunt clenching and gushing around his cock, the recording ended.
“Anytime, anywhere. No limit.”
It was immediately very clear and obvious where Bucky’s latest retaliatory video was filmed; the Krakoan beach, quiet for the moment, Natasha bent forwards over the beach bar and with her swimsuit pulled aside at the crotch to allow the Winter Soldier’s cock to slip inside her cunt. Bucky had his metallic hand on Natasha’s hip and the other holding his phone, this video far less curated than any of the previous as he fucked the Black Widow over the bar, evidently in a hurry not to be caught.
The first shot was of Natasha’s ass, fat and jiggly and fit and pert, bouncing and rippling with each and every slam of his hips inside her in a way that had Bucky cursing audibly behind the camera, before he slapped at it hard with his metal hand and sent heavy impact waves rippling across her rear end and drew another loud moan from her.
The next shot was pulling up and looking into the mirror behind the bar, where Bucky’s machine-like countenance was tense and focussed on the task of fucking Natasha with everything he could give her, while the Black Widow’s own expression was almost incoherent, her mouth ajar and her cheeks pink, her blue eyes dilated with lust as she rocked back against him, her breathy whimpers audible over the recording. She’d bitten her lip so hard to avoid moaning that the redness was visible, her hands gripping hard at the edge of the bar as she took Bucky’s cock, over and over, the wood almost shaking under the impact of two wildly fucking super-soldiers.
Bucky asked if she was close, his voice low and tense and thick with lust, and Natasha simply nodded, her eyes silently begging for it, her hips rocking back to meet his every forward thrust. When they climaxed, it was almost simultaneously, the phone slipping from Bucky’s hand and crashing onto the bar, the two of them barely visible in the corner as they fucked right through their orgasms, Bucky’s metal arm tight across Natasha’s mouth to keep her from moaning too loud and seemingly only turning her on more, while he buried his face in her shoulder.
Eventually, one or the other of them remembered to reach out and stop the recording.
Less than an hour later, the reply came.
“Well, that’s something we have in common.”
The setting was the same, the situation was the same; that same Krakoan beach bar, Natasha bent over with a cock inside her, having the time of her life, looking back over her shoulder with a mix of lust and enjoyment in her face as she gazed at Daredevil, each and every pulse and quiver of her body caught on camera. Her swimsuit was achingly, spectacularly slutty, her entire back open and what little there was of the front barely contained by some very fragile-looking golden rings, her body shivering and trembling with carnal delight as Matt railed her over the bar, her knees threatening to buckle as she gripped the edge of the bar to keep steady.
But then his free hand was on her shoulder, the phone wobbling a little as Daredevil turned her around and pushed her onto her knees, Natasha moving without hesitation to grab at his cock and take it into her mouth, sucking and slurping away with easy, effortless skill, the wet slurps and slutty murmurs of pleasure audible over the tinny sounds of the waves. Daredevil’s hand was in her hair now, stroking and feeling to make up for his lack of sight, and Natasha was moaning again, loud enough for the phone camera to pick it up, staring up into the camera with her eyes wide and lips stretched around Matt’s girth as she repeatedly worked him in and out of her throat. Matt’s fingers curled and her was fucking her mouth, rough and firm, and Natasha was drooling out of the corners of her mouth as she sucked him down.
Then he was moving her again, Natasha eagerly pressing herself back against the bar and spreading her legs before Matt was shoving himself back inside her, his pace firm and relentless as his hand trailed her incredible body and teased at her crotch, testing her clit but not quite pushing hard enough to give her what she wanted. Natasha was moaning on her own now, entirely unrestrained and uncaring, her breasts bouncing with each and every inward push in full view of the camera, her head thrown back and her back arched, brazenly enjoying every last minute of it and putting herself on shameless display.
Neither of them lasted long before they came again, Matt gripping her waist even tighter with his free hand before hilting himself inside her and pumping her full, while Natasha collapsed over the edge only moments later, their collective moans and cries blending together over the tinny sound of the phone speakers before the recording ended.
But then, before this absurdist circus could continue any further, something happened that neither James Barnes nor Matt Murdock expected.
Both of their phones buzzed.
In their seemingly-private text chat, at the bottom of this long-winded and increasingly immature stream of sex tapes and taunts, a new message had been added, from an entirely different caller. A photo was included; that of a gorgeous redheaded woman sitting in front of an idyllic beachside sunset, the photo angle carefully selected so that nothing could be seen but the heavy implication was still given that she was wearing nothing at all. Her free hand was holding a classy, tropical cocktail…and behind her on the bar were two more.
“Boys, you’re both pretty. Now that you’re both so very comfortable sexting each other, care to take in the sunset together? First drinks are on me.”