summary: it’s a fitful night of sleep in the tower. when your boys find you needy for them, even in sleep, they just can’t help themselves.
18+, minors do not interact
warnings: slight somnophilia (consent is given beforehand!!), LOTSSSS of dirty talking, humping, penetration, fingering, oral (f+m receiving), aftercare
It was a restless evening in Stark Tower.
Everyone was in their separate rooms - except for you, Bucky, and Steve of course, who shared a king sized bed on the fifteenth floor. The boys were having a tough time falling asleep because of the raging thunderstorm outside, but you had different reasons for your fitful rest.
You let out a small whimper, your legs shoving in between Steve’s. He turned to gather you into his arms and comfort you, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked down at you.
“Bucky,” Steve whispered, holding his breath. When the brunette didn’t answer, Steve shoved an elbow into his side. “BUCKY!”
Bucky shot up, rubbing his side and glaring at his boyfriend. “Can I fucking help you, Steven?” he asked, but he too stopped when he saw the sight before him.
You were writhing under the sheets, your legs straddling Steve’s thick thighs as you rubbed yourself on him. Breathy moans left your swollen lips.
“Holy…” Bucky whispered.
“Aren’t you glad I woke you up?” Steve asked, mischief glinting in his eyes.
“What do we do?”
“I have a pretty good idea, Stevie.”
Steve bit his lip. “We sure she’s okay with it?”
Bucky chuckled, slowly moving so he was sitting in front of you. “She’s rubbin’ on your thigh for God’s sake, Rogers. I’m sure she’d be more than okay with it,” he said, but when he caught the hesitant look in Steve’s eyes, he continued. “We’ve talked about this before, remember? She said she loved the idea of waking up with one of our head between her thighs. Her words, not mine,” he added as Steve shot him a look.
“What if she changes her mind?” Steve asked.
“We have safewords in place for a reason.”
Steve nodded, and Bucky shot him a blinding smile before slowly sliding the covers off of you, careful not to disturb your sleeping form. He placed his large hands on either side of your hips, fingering the lace panties you wore. His eyes darkened in lust as he saw the damp patch right below your core. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his tongue shooting out to lick his lips. “Fuck, Steve. She’s so wet.”
Steve groaned at the words, savoring the feeling of your movements over his bare thighs. Bucky gently pulled down your panties, exposing you.
“How’s she look?” Steve asked.
Bucky peered up at him, strands of long hair falling in his eyes. “Fucking beautiful, as always,” he replied. His breath hit your core, and you tightened around nothing, still in a deep sleep.
Bucky finally decided he couldn’t wait any longer, pressing his lips against you and shoving his tongue inside. You groaned, burying your face into the sheets. Bucky continued to lick and suck, reveling in the way you were so responsive, even asleep.
You tensed when he added a metal finger, spearing you open and satiating your need to be filled.
“Think she’s wakin’ up, Buck,” Steve commented, his arms around you as you wiggled in his grip. “You with us, sweetie?”
You groaned, opening your eyes and peering up at Steve. You involuntarily moaned at the feeling of Bucky’s moving fingers, quickly catching on to the situation. You bit back a whimper, finding everything about this so hot.
“Buck, stop,” Steve said, placing a hand on your chin. You looked up at him. “You good with this, baby?” he asked, concern evident in his soft gaze.
You nodded vehemently, your fingers finding Bucky’s long hair. “Please keep going, baby,” you said. Bucky smirked and dove back in.
It wasn’t long before you were coming, due to the pent-up teasing and thanks to Bucky’s talented mouth and thick fingers. You let a high-pitched moan, the noise sending shivers down both men’s spine.
“So good for him, honey,” Steve said, stroking your face. “You’re perfect.”
You gave him a sloppy kiss. He groaned into your mouth, lifting you off of his lap. “Wanna make you feel good,” you slurred, drunk on pleasure. “Lemme make you feel good, Stevie.”
“Fuck, doll,” he replied. “You want my cock? Yeah, you do. You love that shit, don’t ya?”
Steve’s dirty words sent a wave of arousal rippling across your body, landing straight between your legs.
Bucky stood up, coming to kneel beside your face as he and Steve switched positions. Steve took his clothes off in seconds, his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach. He was painfully hard, precum dripping down to the base. “Gonna fuck you real nice, dollface. You ready, Buck?”
Bucky had his boxers pulled down, his cock begging for attention in front of your face. You felt yourself physically begin to drool at the sight.
“Depends,” Bucky responded, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “You ready, darlin’?”
You nodded frantically, grasping his cock in your hand and sticking your tongue out to collect the precum forming at the head. Bucky cursed loudly and thrust his hips forward.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Steve. He pushed into you, groaning at your overwhelming tightness. “Fuuuck,” he let out.
“God, doll, you take dick like you were made for it,” Bucky managed to get out through gasps. “Two super soldier cocks in you, and you don’t even break a sweat. Whatta fuckin’ champ.”
Steve rocked into you harder, hitting that spot that brought galaxies before your eyes. “How are you always this goddamn tight?” He questioned.
“We fuck ya every day, and yet this little pussy stays small for us, isn’t that right?” Bucky said. “Son of a bitch,” he cursed when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked his entire dick down your throat. “Isn’t she a fucking sin, Stevie?”
Steve didn’t have to respond. You moaned around Bucky as Steve pistoned into you, dragging along your walls as he turned nearly feral. “Fuck her mouth, Bucky,” he commanded, and Bucky did just that. You barely managed to suck in air through your nose before he was forcing his dick as far in as it would go.
“You look pretty all the time,” Bucky said, “but I think you look prettiest when my fat cock is stuffed in your face.”
Bucky’s filthy words nearly had you come on the spot, but Steve had other plans. “Don’t you dare come yet,” he growled. “Fucking yourself on my thigh wasn’t enough? Now you need two cocks in you? You’re insatiable.”
“Take it,” Bucky snarled as he shoved himself as far in your mouth as he would go. He could see the bulge of his tip in the middle of your throat. Your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, effectively cutting you off from all air. You loved it. You knew your boys were aware of your limits, and you didn’t have to think twice before trusting them with your life - they were Avengers, after all.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky chanted. You sucked as hard as you could, flicking your tongue across the head of his engorged cock. “Fuck, doll, I-I’m gonna… fuck, I’m coming,” he practically snarled, thrusting as hard and deep as he could into you. You took every inch, focused on the feeling of Steve moving inside of you.
“Swallow it,” Bucky said sternly, pulling out of your mouth and squeezing your chin firmly with his hand. You did as he asked, and he kissed your forehead. “Atta girl.”
“Steve, please, I need to come,” you pleaded, gripping Bucky’s arms as Steve continued to fuck you brutally.
“Whaddya say, Buck?” Steve asked through grunts. “Think she deserves it?”
“Hell yes,” Bucky replied, looking down at you with a glint of pride in those blue eyes. “Been good for us all night.”
You shot him an appreciative smile.
“You heard him. Come for me, pretty girl,” Steve said. He obviously wasn’t far off either; he twitched inside of you and his hips began to stutter. “I’m right there with ya.”
You let yourself fall of the edge with Steve’s words. You clenched as hard as you could around him, your vision whitening at the edges and your teeth clenching. Your muscles spasmed as Steve held you down, pumping you full of his release. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses.
You finally came down from your climax a moment later. Bucky had lifted you into his enormous arms, kissing you up and down your neck. “So, so good, baby,” he whispered. “All mine.”
“Ours, punk,” Steve said, returning from the bathroom with a towel. “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He cleaned you up, and the three of you collapsed back into bed.
“Now we can all sleep soundly,” you said. Your boys laughed, smushing you in between them. “I’m exhausted.”
Steve rubbed your back. “I know, baby. You should be.”
“You’re fucking incredible,” Bucky added as he pushed your head into the curve of his neck. “You can sleep for as long as you want to.”
You sighed contently, snuggling in closer to your super-soldiers. Sleep came easily in the comfort of their arms.