Mild Winter Soldier spoilers, just a warning. Other than that, enjoy!
Tony had been insisting-and really, when was Tony ever not insisting on one thing or another?-that they all go out on the town for an evening, hiding it under the guise of welcoming Sam and Bucky into the fold. None of the group had had any objections, not that Tony would've listened to them anyway, and so the date had been set to three days in the future from when he'd first proposed it. Loki was less than enthused about it, which didn't surprise Natasha at all, but he would've been content to just keep her in the bedroom at all times anyway, so why on earth would something that involved him actively getting out please him?
"I don't see the point in listening to Tony make up jibes about us that he thinks are clever while he seeks to ruin whatever is left of his liver," Loki complained, staring up at her as she equipped herself to get ready for a quick recon mission.
Nat turned her head to the side as her t-shirt dropped to the floor, jeans along with it, in favor of her zipping up her catsuit. "Alright. Well, you don't have to go if you feel that way."
A pause. With her back now to him she couldn't see his expression but was willing to bet that it was incredulous. "Truly? You would be fine if I stayed here?"
"Sure," she said with a one-shouldered shrug. "I wouldn't make you do anything you weren't comfortable with, and I bet Bucky and Steve would be more than willing to dance with me all night."
He stopped putting up a fight after that, and when the time came they all made their way down to the limo that Happy, the poor bastard, had brought around. Sam and Clint were all but jumping up and down with excitement and after they'd piled into the dark car Sam immediately opened the sunroof and half climbed out of it, his head and upper torso sticking out, and Clint joined him soon after, the pair of them crowing in excitement when the car started moving. It was good to see them so cheery, Nat had to admit, smiling and squeezing Loki's hand in her own when he rolled his eyes at the jubilee. Rhodey, who'd designated himself Tony's babysitter while he was in New York, was trying to talk the man out of telling one of his infamous "Did Rhodey ever tell you about that time when-" stories that always made the man go five shades of red whether through yelling at Tony or out of embarrassment. Drinks were passed around, which Natasha took with an appreciative smile to Bruce as the small glass of vodka was pressed into her hand. The liquor burned as it went down her throat, over far too quickly, and she was just about to ask for another one when she felt Loki's thin, nimble fingers brush against her upper thigh, snaking their way up her skin, leaving her feeling overheated with too-tight skin that had nothing to do with the alcohol burning in her stomach. Her eyes met his, surprised, while his mouth twisted into a smirk and cast his gaze around. She followed it, pleased to see that everyone else's attention was on Stark, his words coming out jumbled as he tried to keep himself from being heard over Rhodey's constant insistence.
No one else paid them any attention except Barnes. The man's eyes were lidded in a look Natasha hadn't seen in decades, one that had her heart jump into her throat, the quickening of her pulse not going unnoticed by Loki as he kissed and nipped at he throat, his fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt and forcing her to spread her legs ever-so slightly. Her gaze held Bucky's her lips parting in a surprised gasp. What the hell was Loki playing at? Someone would eventually notice, and though the thrill of it all, how secretive it was, only made her stomach coil in further arousal.
Tony's voice grew even louder, insisting all the others keep their attention on him, and Loki's fingers brushed lightly against her core, making her bite back a whimper as she shuddered. Fuck. They hadn't had much time to get together the last few days, Nat having needed to keep up her recon work in order to try and weed out the last fragmented pieces of HYDRA that haunted DC and New York, and Loki, it seemed, was just as eager. He slipped aside the soft, drenched fabric of her panties and let out a low whine against her skin to find her just as wet and eager as he pressed a finger inside her. Her back arched slightly, causing her gaze to break with Bucky's, as she turned her head to watch Loki and see how the hell he was being so careful as to keep the others from guessing what was going on. He'd shielded her body from view, the pair of them having been pressed into the corner of the limo, but more than that his gaze had locked onto Bucky's as well, glowering as he thrust his finger inside of her slowly. Boys.
She tried not to roll her eyes, nipping at his ear and whispering. "Really? I thought I was the only one deserving of your attention-."
She gasped as he thrust another finger into her. Oh, that was how it was going to be, was it? She swiveled her hips, taking him in deeper as the pad of his thumb pressed against her clit and made her body go rigid with the shocked pleasure of it all.
"Minx," he purred in her ear.
"You're the one determined to give Bucky a show," she reminded him, breath warm against his face as she spread her legs slightly. Okay, maybe she was, too, and the soldier's blue eyes zeroed in on the way that Loki's fingers dipped and disappeared inside of the redhead.
"I'm determined that he knows what is mine," Loki hissed, nipping at her ear before she pushed his hand away with a scowl. Her legs snapped closed, panties readjusting themselves, as she forcibly removed his hand and made him wipe her slick off on his own trousers.
"Who the hell do you think I am?" She hissed, demanding an answer with one of her hands taking him by the chin in order to break the glowering fest the two were engaging in. Again. God, didn't they even consider thinking about anyone but themselves? They were nothing but a pair of eight year olds fighting over a toy they both wanted on a playground, and she'd allowed herself to be used as such. "I am not anyones. I don't belong to anyone. I'm your mate, or whatever, but I am not your property. The next time you consider saying that I belong to you or even insinuate it in the slightest bit I will rip your fucking dick off and choke you with it."
She said all this very quietly, though by Tony's standards everything anyone else said was quiet, but she didn't want the others to get wind of their argument. Loki went rigid beside her, his mouth opening to apologize, when she smiled and pulled away from him, taking an open seat beside Bruce. She didn't want anything to do with the others, and made sure they knew it. Loki pouted and Barnes allowed himself the half second to look pleased at the turn of events before Natasha turned away, intent on ignoring them until they took their heads out of where they'd been firmly lodged up their respective asses.
The club was already busy when they rolled up, though it didn't exactly matter as Tony owned the damn building, and with a wave to the crowds of people who'd been waiting for God knew how long, he led the other Avengers inside with bright grins and kisses towards those who shouted for him. Natasha stuck beside Bruce, ignoring Loki's attempts to sidle up beside her as she looped her arm through Bruce's. Loki knew better than to mess with Bruce, and the curly haired man shot Natasha a sympathetic smile.
"Having trouble with your two?" He asked, only half joking as he nodded his head towards where Loki was pouting and watching her, ignoring Thor's attempts to get him involved in a game of pool. Natasha could practically feel his hurt at being turned down, and Bucky was nowhere to be seen, probably out with Steve. She hoped that the noise wasn't too much for him to handle, that it didn't bring back too harsh of memories. She knew she'd had her own difficulties with adjusting to it all when she'd defected, and a wash of sympathy welled within her. Steve would take care of him, though. She knew he would.
Tony lined up shots for them to take, and Natasha was more than game to take her fair share of them, not wanting to think anymore. She spent far too much time in her head some days, and with the muddled fury and indignation from her outburst with Loki she could definitely use a hand in losing some of that tension. The first five went back without issue, Thor meeting her drink for drink as Loki looked on. She had some inclination that he felt her discomfort at his words, not just from her discomfort but how she was abandoning herself to the drink, trusting those around her to have her back this time, as they did every time, finally letting herself go, and so he didn't interrupt her. Bucky came back sometime after she'd surpassed ten shots, this time nursing a drink that Tony had considered naming after himself, the cinnamon schnapps mixing well with the vodka, and she even laughed at how pretentious and Tony the drink would be when she caught sight of the flecks of gold swimming around the bottom. Cute. The others had started pairing up, Bruce and Tony making out while Rhodey, Steve, and Bucky had progressed to speaking about something, Clint and Sam dancing and Thor? Thor had gone AWOL, though she wasn't too worried. He was far more adept at taking care of himself than others gave him credit for. That left Loki, and with her head fuzzy and her tummy flipping at the thought of what he'd done to her earlier, she turned to look at him, kept his gaze as she strutted towards her. She'd worn one of his favorite dresses, after all, the red dress plunging in the back and hugging tight to every curve of her upper torso before flaring out as soon as it hit her hips. Combined with her mile-high black stilettos and she knew she was a sight for sore eyes. Without a word she took a seat on his lap, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, taking the drink from her hand when she pressed it into his fingers in favor of dragging hers down his chest. "I shouldn't have said anything-before."
"Mm," she hummed, trying to think. Right. He'd been an asshole. "Glad you learned your lesson," she smirked against his neck, nipping and purring when his pale skin reddened under her attention. "Think you've been good, Loki? Because if you're eager to make it up to me I've got a couple ideas."
"So do I," he promised, and she must've missed that he sat the her drink down before tugging her to her feet. She giggled and grinned when he led her away from the others. Well, wasn't he eager? Well, she'd always preferred him when he was contrite, it always meant he worked all the harder to make her happy, and that usually meant she got the best orgasms of her life.
She wasn't anticipating a cool arm to wrap around her free wrist, however, or for the heat and bulk of Bucky to press against her backside when Loki stopped them just inside the VIP bathroom. She turned to look at Bucky, about to frown and tell him that they'd had this conversation before, that he needed to respect her boundaries, when he kissed her cheek.
"I'm not gonna do anything unless you're okay with it," he promised, voice just loud enough to be heard over the bass from the club that still pounded through the walls of the bathroom. She blinked slowly a few times, her brain struggling to wrap around it, before she turned back to observe Loki. He'd tensed, but he nodded.
Really?
She couldn't help but grin as she kissed him deeply, snaking one hand around to hold his head to hers, as Bucky locked the door to the bathroom, and when he'd turned back she tugged him even closer, too, by the collar of his shirt. He tasted of scotch, and Loki of bourbon, the combination heady enough to make her even more lightheaded than before. She barely noticed as Loki's fingers deftly removed her panties, helping her to step out of them by hoisting her up and off the floor. Bucky quickly stepped closer to her, and she could feel him hard and aching against where she was sopping wet. Her head fell backwards to struggle and breathe, resting on Loki's shoulder as he sucked at the exposed skin of her own throat and where it met her shoulders, not happy until she was whimpering beneath him.
"You asked me to make it up to you. Will this suffice?" Loki asked as Barnes undid the zipper and button of his fly and slipped his pants down just far enough for his cock to pull free. Natasha caught sight of it and grinned, nodding.
"Yes, I want you both. Please." She said, his green eyes softening when she looked back at her.
Bucky took that as a go ahead, and as he planted his hands to her hips he slid slowly into her. Her back arched and her head spun with the pleasure, Loki's fingers having inched her top down so her breasts spilled out from the top of her dress, and as she clung to Bucky's shoulders Loki took her nipples in his fingertips, flicking and squeezing them until they hardened and she mewled from the pleasure, breath coming in short pants. Bucky's give and take as he rocked into her was slow, the friction a slow burn at her nerves, his metal fingers rubbing against the soft skin of her thigh enough to make her shudder. He caught her attention and tugged her closer, taking her full weight in his grip as their lips fused together, tongue clashing in a familiar contest of wills. The sliding of Loki's zipper went unnoticed to Natasha, but she groaned in pleasure as the head of his cock pressed against her wet core. He could fit, she knew he could, forcing herself to relax in Bucky's hold as the demigod crowded even closer. As he pushed into her he whispered in her ear about how he was hers, body and soul, that he never wanted anyone else, and the pleasure combined with the sweet nature of his words was enough to make her come undone by the time he finally buried himself inside of her fully.
Their names jumbled on her tongue as she went boneless, relying on their strength as they found a steady rhythm, a give and take that was far too good for her to ever consider going without. Bucky's teeth bit on her exposed shoulder, leaving a nostalgic print on her skin that brought her back to quick couplings in the barracks of the Red Room, and Loki's breath and soft, sultry voice in her ear brought her back to the time when he took her so hard she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to walk straight again. Someone's finger snaked in between her legs, pressing hard against her clit until she shook and screamed, the music of the club drowning it out, and another's mouth took her breast, suckled on her nipples and the skin until it purpled, and the attention was turned to the second. It was too much, it wasn't enough. She wanted more-needed more, needed them to never stop, and as Bucky came first with a shout, Loki following very shortly after (he'd be glowing about that later, she barely had enough consciousness to think) she felt herself tighten around them both, dripping with the evidence of their coupling and shaking with blurred happiness. Somehow she was pulled off of the pair of them and set, gently on the countertop so she could lean back against the wall. The vibrations of the loud music made her giggle, watching as both men cleaned themselves up and stared at one another for a brief moment.
Bucky was the first to smirk. "Not bad, Loki."
"I could say the same, Barnes," Loki said, a small smirk breaking his usual cold facade when it came to dealing with the man.
Natasha couldn't help but roll her eyes. Honestly. How she hadn't just sworn off men . . . well, she supposed if they kept doing what they'd just snuck her away for she might be able to put up with it. "You know, if you two are going to do anything, you might as well make out in front of me and just get your own sexual tension out of the way. Just a suggestion." She winked at their surprised faces.
It turned out her bed was big enough for the three of them.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I know, how original of me to finish it off with an OT3 scenario but c'mon. Can you blame me? Who WOULDN'T want Loki and Bucky in bed at the same time? Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!