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Lamb Two the Slaughter

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x reader (NO STUCKY) established dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings: NONCON. DUBCON. smut. piv sex. unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). mention of bdsm. pussy slapping. steve watching.

summary: bucky’s turn.

since y’all wanted a part two of lamb to the slaughter with bucky, here u go… slay

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“So when am I gonna have a turn?“ Bucky asks with a wicked smile, eyes never leaving your ass that looks delectable in your mini dress.

You always had the cutest secretary outfits. A mini white dress over a yellow blouse. Black stockings under a mini black skirt are Bucky’s favourite in particular. Steve likes when you wear the white stockings.

Steve scoffs, similarly, eyes never leaving your ass while you stand at the printer, waiting for the papers Steve had asked you to fetch him.

Despite being seperate by a many glass walls, the men still keep their voices to a low mutter, “You fuckin’ wish. Get your own agent.”

Bucky tsks annoyingly, “None of them are like her.”

“Guess I’m the lucky one then.” Steve simply shrugs, going back to typing on his computer- just about ready to send Bucky a document they need to go over- the reason Bucky was here in the first place, believe it or not, not just to ogle at your ass.

“Maybe,” Bucky sighs, adjusting his pants slightly to relieve himself of their tightness as he continues to stare at you. He then turns to Steve after a moment, a sly smile gracing his face once more “So then I guess that means I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Steve scoffs again, hardly flinching at Bucky’s lowkey threat, “If you think she’ll do anything you say without me around, you’re delusional.” He shakes his head.

Bucky shrugs, leaning back in his chair as he takes one final look at you by the printer, bending over to reach the bottom compartment to pull out some more paper to refill it with. Your tits nearly spill out of your blouse a little from the gap you’ve left unbuttoned.

Fucking minx. And Steve has you all to himself?

“I’ll take it.” Bucky shrugs.

Now that was just unfair.

Bucky’s behaviour that day had left Steve feeling all weird. Jealous was definitely one emotion he was feeling.

Although, Bucky was his best friend and he trusted him with his life, there was just something about letting Bucky ruin you that didn’t entirely sit right with Steve. Because that’s exactly what would happen. Bucky would ruin you. Not like Steve hasn’t already- but at least Steve is soft with you.

Steve knows for a fact that Bucky would not be as tender.

And so, Steve did his best to keep you away from Bucky. For now, anytime he had a message to give Bucky, he’d do it himself. He kept you close by at most times or had you closely monitored via FRIDAY.

And when you weren’t working with him, he was keeping an eye on Bucky’s whereabouts instead. When you had a weaponry session, Steve even attended with the excuse of supervising because of a recent “incident”. There was no such incident. And Steve didn’t miss the way Bucky had to hold back from wrestling his best friend to the ground for cockblocking him.

But, despite this, Steve’s best was just not good enough.

You perk up at your desk as you hear the abrupt turning of the door handle and stare wide eyed at your boss as he enters through the door.

Steve offers you a sweet smile as he greets one of his favourite sights- you at your desk, “Hey, Sweetheart.” He beams, walking straight past you and over to his own desk where he needs to pick up a few things before his meeting with Tony.

You struggle to greet him in return, swallowing thickly before finally mustering a weak, “Morning, Steve,”

Steve furrows his brows softly as he turns to face you. You smile painfully at him, brows furrowing slightly as your fingers dig into the keys of your keyboard, “Is everything okay?” He asks worriedly, genuinely concerned since it looks like you’re about close to crying.

You take a moment to respond as you search Steve’s features for God knows what… perhaps knowing. When you feel a soft squeeze around your thigh, you jump slightly and clear your throat, “J-Just dandy.” You offer a fake smile as you go back to fake typing. The half written email now turning into a keyboard smash as you type nonsense.

Steve nods once, looking back down at his desk momentarily as he gathers his thoughts. Compiling his papers, he straightens them out before holding them firmly in his hand, willing his grip not to tear the pages on two.

“Sargent Barnes didn’t happen to come by, did he?” He asks on his way towards the door. You could’ve cried as he prolonged his stay.

Another squeeze of your thigh and you’re hiccuping, “Not that I know of.” You shake your head.

“Okay.” Steve nods finally, making a step closer to the door before he’s stopping again, “Are sure you’re okay?” You stare up at him with furrowed brows, feigning confusion but really you’re just in pain. Steve continues, stepping closer to your desk and you tense up, heart rate quickening, “If he’s said something to you or done something to you, you know you can tell me, right?” You nod briskly, trying to act as casual as possible. Steve then brings his hand up under your chin and you stop breathing for a moment as he leans in closer. One look down to your lap and you’re done for. You softly shut your eyes as his lips near yours, softly pecking the flesh of your lips a few times before retreating, “Good girl.” He praises and you have to hold the moan. He pulls away without a clue, finally nearing the door to his office, “Alright, I have a meeting, I’ll be back in time for lunch.”

You nod, “Have fun.” You muster finally as he disappears out of his office, shutting his office door behind him.

A pop off of your clit brings you back to your painstaking reality and you let out a small whimper that was at the back of your throat.

“Very good girl.” The brunette reiterates from between your thighs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you and his chin dripping with your arousal.

Meanwhile, right outside of the door, Steve doesn’t even need to have his ear pressed against his door to hear the lewd activities occurring right behind it. He knew the second he walked into the office and smelt his best friends cologne, mixed with your sweet slick, exactly what was going on.

“Fuckin’ punk.” He mutters, adjusting his raging hard on through his slacks before he’s storming off towards the conference room to have his meeting with Tony.

“Please,” You beg, “Steve won’t be happy if he finds out-“ No matter how good it felt, to have a man like Bucky between your thighs, underneath your skirt under your desk, devouring you like it was his last meal- you couldn’t help the guilt that settled deep within your stomach.

You betrayed Steve. What will he think of you? He’s obviously known Bucky a lot longer than he’s known you… it’s Bucky’s word over yours.

Bucky laughs against your clit, the action vibrating deep to your core and you try not to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Maybe if you hide your pleasure, he’ll stop… or at least Steve will somehow find out you didn’t enjoy it and thus, it wasn’t your fault.

But that’s precisely the problem.

You love it. It was taking absolutely every muscle in your body not to let out small sounds of pleasure as Steve roamed his office just before. It seemed almost that Bucky started licking, sucking and pumping much harder since Steve had entered.

Your thighs squeeze around Bucky’s head as he dives in once more. You’re just grateful Bucky had quietened the sloppy noises he was eliciting once Steve had walked in and you prayed and prayed to whatever God existed that Steve hadn’t heard anything with his great hearing.

Now that Steve is gone, you uncontrollably bring your hands down to Bucky’s hair. With your skirt now hiked up against your hips, you’re allowed easier access to his head whereas before, he had hidden himself underneath the fabric to conceal himself from Steve.

You whimper softly as his tongue laps mercilessly against your folds and his fingers pump in and out of you faster and faster.

Steve never went this fast. Hell, Steve hardly ever did both at the same time- a part of you wasn’t even sure that was possible but Bucky was quick to prove yourself wrong.

You really thought nothing of his entrance to Steve’s office. You smiled warmly up at him, letting him know that Steve wasn’t in at the moment despite it being obvious because of his lack of presence at his own desk.

But Bucky just smiled softly. And again, you thought nothing of it, but now it was all starting to make sense.

“Oh, that’s not a problem dolly.” He sweetly said, nearing your desk, “Guess that just means I get you all to myself.” He joked and you laughed innocently… stupidly.

He sat atop your small desk and you looked up at him expectantly. You couldn’t quite understand what it was he wanted from you if Steve wasn’t here. But if he simply just wanted to talk, then that was okay.

“He’s not overworkin’ you in here is he?” He asks light-heartedly and you huff a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” You blush, “He would never.” Steve treats you great… more than great. There are many benefits to working for Steve- but you couldn’t tell Bucky that. Even if he is Steve’s best friend, he can’t know about that…

“Well since you have so much free time, maybe you could start helping me out.” He picks up a random pen from your desk and starts fiddling with it, tapping it against your desk.

You stutter, “I’d have to ask Steve-“

 “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He cuts you off, “Steve and I share things all the time.”

You suppose that’s true. And plus, what could Bucky possibly ask you to do? Print out a few worksheets, help set up the obstacles and weapons for the other agents sessions? Easy peez.

“Okay,” You say tentatively though, “But if I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.” You joke as you raise a brow at him, smile breaking through your facade.

Bucky just blushes, raising his hands in defence, “I’ll happily take it.” You both share a small laugh then. But once it dies down, he’s pursing his lips, tilting his head. You’re too honed in on the doodles on your little notepad in front of you to pay any mind to it though. “Are you busy right now?” He asks and you scoff.

“Yeah, super busy right now.” You smile down at your page full of doodles.

“Well, then I have a job for you.” He says, hardly missing a beat. You look up at him, expecting him to still be seated atop your desk, but he’s standing now. You perk up, more attentive as he rounds the desk. You instinctively push your desk chair out a little as he gets closer to you- but that’s exactly what he wanted.

Your heart picked up a little as he neared and increased tenfold when he rested his hands on the arms of your chair, practically caging you in.

You could only smile nervously as you adjusted to his close proximity. The silence was killing you and his stare was even worse.

“W-What would you like me to do?” You ask, waiting for instruction.

He sighs comfortably as he slowly gets to his knees. You furrow your brows down at him as he moves his hands down to either of your thighs. You tense up almost immediately. You’re naive, sure, but you know for a fact that he shouldn’t be touching you there- so close to your-

“Just sit there and look pretty.”

The sudden curl of Bucky’s fingers cause you to gasp, clenching hard around his digits as they hit a spot only Steve had ever reached. Well, to be fair, Steve was the only person to ever give you such pleasure.

But you would be lying if you said what Bucky was doing to you didn’t feel good.

You can’t help but push Bucky’s head further against your core. He has no complaints as he suckles and flicks your clit with his skilful tongue.

You feel the familiar pressure building up in your stomach and alarm bells go off inside your head. But you don’t want it to stop.

God, you don’t want it to stop.

Your thighs loosen their grip around Bucky’s head as you let him devour you. His fingers no longer feel like blades and his tongue no longer a parasite. The guilt in the back of your mind slowly being eaten away by the pleasure overtaking all of your senses.

And Bucky does the same thing Steve does. He speeds up so fast you can’t believe it could get any faster and at the right moment too.

Your moans start turning silent as you arch your back off your chair. Your legs come up against your arm rests, allowing Bucky the utmost access to your flower.

Before your mind can curse you for referring to it as what only Steve was allowed to call it, you’re cumming. The elastic band that had been stretching inside of you finally snaps, a final lick of Bucky’s tongue and a curl of his fingers has you trembling around him, leaking out onto his tongue.

Your breath quivers as you stare down at the sight below you. Bucky laps up your juices, slowly pulling his fingers out of your weeping hole. He then moves onto his fingers, licking a few of them clean before he eyes you.

You’re honestly still in a state of shock, unbelieving that it all happened- wondering if its all just a figment of your imagination. Sure, you’ve stared a few times at Bucky, heart quickening whenever he’d handle you the way he did in training. But you’ve never thought about this.

It just felt wrong. Especially with Steve- oh, Steve-

Without warning, Bucky’s soaked fingers intrude past your plump lips. You whimper, unexpectedly around them as he plunges them further. You don’t gag, but you should’ve.

Oh, you should’ve. Why did you not? Bucky questions internally. Until he realises- remembers, really who he’s dealing with. And so, he can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face at the thought. The sole idea that Steve has already trained you and your pretty little throat so well to take all of him.

Bucky’s eyes are enough to instruct you what you need to do to his fingers. You tentatively lick them clean, staring up at him in persistent fear. You feel as if one wrong move and he’ll do much worse than taste you. But you also have a feeling that is coming either way. Perhaps if you’re good, he’ll be gentle?

“Good girl,” He coos, relishing in the sight before finally pulling his fingers out.

You intake a much needed breath of air after having much of it robbed from you. You swallow thickly too, the residue you had cleaned off of Bucky’s fingers, a mixture of his saliva and your cum.

As you timidly stare at Bucky, you gasp sharply as he leans down and presses a final kiss to your clit. It’s overstimulating, but you hope it’s a kiss goodbye as he stands to his full height now.

When his hands begin to reach for his fly, however, your breath quivers. You start to shake your head, but before you can even beg no, he’s whipping his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and jerking it slightly.

You avert your gaze to stare up at him now rather than the terrifyingly large phallic before you. But as you gaze up at him, you’re not entirely sure that was the right decision as he smiles down at you sickeningly.

One of his hands comes down to prod at your chin, cupping it in his warm hand as he forces you to hold your stare up at him, “You better text Steve and tell him you’re too full for lunch.” He says and you furrow your brows curiously, letting out a small noise of confusion, “‘Cause I’m not gonna stop until I’m overflowin’ out of ya’.”

The second Tony had adjourned the meeting, Steve almost teleported to his office. He was lucky that Tony didn’t keep him back- but nevertheless everyone was a little surprised that he hadn’t stayed back regardless. He was the first person out the door- hardly kept it open for Natasha as he made a beeline for his office.

And he could already hear it.

He could faintly hear it in the conference room, everything. But it was quiet enough to drown out as he genuinely tried to regain focus. He just kept hearing muttering and a whimper every now and then that made his heart pick up.

So help Bucky if you’re hurt in any way.

As he gets closer and closer, he slows his steps so as to not look so suspicious. He makes sure no one is around when he opens his door. You know, because it wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to see- Steve’s secretary and agent being dicked down in his office by Bucky.

Outside of the door, his hand almost crushes the doorknob in his hand as he listens closely.

You blinked up at clock on Steves wall, right above the door and whimpered. It’s a little past 12… Steve is bound to be back any moment now. You squeeze your eyes shut, squeezing Bucky’s arm that you had been holding onto for dear life, “Steve’s… gonna walk in-“ You say so weakly you don’t even know if he hears you.

Bucky just laughs, hips never relenting, “Let him walk in.” He says and you softly gasp, “Let him see what a little slut you really are.” He brings a hand down to spank at your clit and you cry out- the pain and pleasure too much.

As if on cue, the door to Steve’s office had opened. If it weren’t for the small bit of light that flickered through the room momentarily, you wouldn’t have noticed, for you were too plagued with not losing yourself completely that any external noise fell on deaf ears.

Bucky’s hips stutter, but they never stop. Not even as he stares back at his best friend stood by the door.

Steve had entered the second he heard the slap, thinking the absolute worse. When he entered, and saw no possible way for Bucky to have slapped your cheek- both hands gripping either your thigh or hip tightly, he relaxed a little.

But there was no relaxing in this situation. Not when you truly had his best friends cock buried deep inside you.

Your gaze fixates on Steve, trying to speak. Trying to explain yet with no words eliciting. You offer pleading eyes, trying to convince him its not your fault. But you can’t read his features in return. He looks angry, but not as angry as you thought he’d be. If anything, he looks mostly jealous.

Your legs are spread open- almost far enough to cover the span of Steve’s desk as Bucky has you perched over the edge, scattered over all of the papers that had been neatly organised by yourself. Your dress is merely hiked up over your hips and from the angle Bucky has you- Steve has a view of everything.

“Just in time for the final showcase.” Bucky smirks, picking up the pace of his hips again and pounding back into your already bruised and battered flesh. Steve seethes as you almost lose focus on him from Bucky’s poundings. Your eyes fall hooded and your chest rises and falls much deeper now. But you keep you remain staring at Steve, though you’re unsure why or what even to do. “You really weren’t joking about this one.” Bucky breathes, a small smile gracing his lips as he runs his hand through his hair. He focuses his attention back to you and your breath hitches as he addresses you, “Show Stevie what I taught you.”

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, hand twitching. You look from Bucky to Steve and watch as Steve slowly nods his head once. What?

You gasp softly, but continue to watch as Steve’s eyes soften over and a much more comforting expression washes over him- almost encouraging you. Encouraging you to do as Bucky says.

You then look back at Bucky as you remove your hand from his arm. Looking back at Steve, you move your hand closer and closer until you reach your clit.

Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you begin a slow motion of your fingers, rubbing back and forth on your swollen, little clit.

By the looks of it, your pussy flutters around Bucky’s cock, as Bucky grunts softly. Steve knew the feeling all too well.

But, as Steve eyes his best friend’s cock that disappears inside of you, he sees red. His blood boils underneath his skin.

No fucking condom.

Clenching the folder tightly in his hand- so tight that his knuckles turn white, he mutters, “Don’t cum in her.”

Bucky stares down at his bare cock, before groaning, “But that’s no fun.” He whines, looking back at Steve, who’s far from joking or changing his mind. Bucky then sighs, figuring its the least he could do for Steve after doing everything else he did today, “Fine.” He mutters back.

Bucky grabs a firm hold on both of your thighs, fixing them around his waist before he’s absolutely taking over and pile-driving into your pussy.

You cry, hardly able to continue rubbing your clit as he pounds into you.

Bucky smiles at your weakness and takes over for you- putting up a front for Steve. Sure, he’ll take care of you- only when Steve is watching, of course. Perhaps if Steve wasn’t here and Bucky had you all to himself he would’ve bent you over his leg and spanked you silly for being such a dumb little slut.

The new angle Bucky places you in has him hitting further than he could ever before. And it’s far too much for you to handle. You throw your head back, fisting the wooden edge of Steve’s desk with one hand, with your weak hand still ghosting over your clit.

Bucky soon replaces your hand, pushing your limp one out of the way and using his own to rub at a much faster pace. His metal arm is cold against your skin, but you’re hardly concerned about it’s temperature as he rubs at a speed far beyond your comprehension. You’re not sure if it’s a result of his prosthetic or simply his strength- but Steve has never gone this fast before. Bucky’s fingers across your button feel like they’re vibrating, they’re rubbing so hard and fast.

When you gain the courage to look back over at Steve, he’s a few steps closer- sitting at the edge of your desk, arms folded across his big chest.

He’s just watching. Watching you get destroyed on his best friends cock.

You unknowingly clench when you look at Steve, driving Bucky further and further towards his edge. Bucky can’t even find it in himself to be angry that you’re probably thinking about Steve or wishing that he was Steve instead, because your sweet little pussy is all he could ever ask for.

Steve’s ear twitch at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and the fact that he’s still buried deep inside you, “Bucky.” Steve warns, threatens more like as Bucky almost cums inside of you because the second Steve speaks, Bucky is pulling out and jerking his cock over your core.

You bounce your eyes from one man to another. As Steve holds a scolding look on his face, and as Bucky harshly pulls out his cock and holds it over your cunt, it’s all so much for you.

His hand that’s still rubbing on your clit speeding up one final notch sending you over the edge just in time for Bucky’s first spurts of cum to land over your cunt.

You let out the loudest whimper of the day, back arching and eyes falling shut as the dam finally breaks. Your chest falls slowly as your head lolls against your shoulder- your mouth falling open out of pure exhaustion and need for more oxygen.

Bucky uncontrollably tunnels his vision on the thick dollops of cum that now rest over your pussy, mouth watering at the sight alone. He goes feral honestly, which is why he can’t control himself when he brings his metal fingers to clean up a puddle off of your skin and shove it into your mouth.

Much like Steve, you’re taken aback by it, but do your best to obey as Steve stands and in two big strides is pulling Bucky’s hand out of your mouth, “Alright, enough.” He pushes Bucky’s shoulder playfully- to which the brunette just sighs as he stumbles back into one of Steve’s armchairs in front of his desk, hard cock still out.

Once Bucky’s body is no longer between your legs, you immediately squeeze them together, concealing yourself as Steve approaches.

You dip your head nervously, avoiding his gaze slightly as you try and sit up straight.

He plucks a few tissues from the box on the corner of his desk before he delicately moves your legs bag apart. You honestly flinched at his touch, your mind convincing you that even though Steve had watched the whole time, had encouraged both you and Bucky and only stepped in when Bucky was about to go against his wishes, you still felt like he was mad. Or what you did was wrong. Because… well, it was. No matter if Steve approved or not, it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You find yourself mumbling, eyes cautiously raking up his frame, guilt ridden inside of them.

Steve halts his actions as he takes you in, before shaking his head and cleaning you up with the tissue, “It’s okay.” He wipes away Bucky’s cum from your cunt, gentle around your clit, knowing how sensitive it would be, “Remember when I told you that this would be our little secret?” He suddenly asks and you nod, “And I told you not to touch or let anyone else touch you? Only me?”

You blink up at him, slowly remembering the conversation word for word, “… O-Or Sargent Barnes if I’m lucky.” You quote him. A part of that speech that had flown over your head in the moment, but is making so much sense now as you look over at Bucky tucking himself into his pants blissfully.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, reaching for your hands softly to wipe them clean from your own slick, “Well, he got a little… impatient.” He says, placing emphasis on the word ‘impatient’ as he gives Bucky a once over. Steve turns back to you, pulling your dress down from your hips. He was about to question where your panties were, but knowing Bucky as he did, he had a faint idea of where they were. Meanwhile, you’re stuck in your own little world, processing all of Steve’s words. He knew this whole time… it was always going to happen, eventually at least and Steve was totally okay with it. Steve noticed the far off look on your face, so he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pull you back to him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, I thought it might be a nice surprise.” You smile softly- it was definitely a surprise! Not exactly a nice one. “He’ll take care of you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken as you make brisk contact with them. Yeah, he’ll take good care of you. Only when you deserve it, of course. Which, Bucky isn’t sure you always do- maybe to Steve standards, but certainly not to Bucky’s.

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