#stucky x reader
James Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x female reader
Summary: Steve has no idea kinks exist so his best friend Bucky has to step in and help him with his new girlfriend.
Warnings: voyeurism, edging, threesome (?), sex lesson, innocent Steve & experienced Bucky
Notes: idk head empty, just horny thoughts. Read it on ao3
„You should just come hang out in my quarters, doll.“
“And why would i do that?”
“i dunno, for fun?”
It was a typical conversation between you and your boyfriend’s best friend, everytime you were alone for even a second in the avengers tower, whether it be the short walk to the bathroom or you moving around the kitchen to make something for the both of you to eat.
If you were alone, Bucky was there.
He wasn’t a terrible friend, well, not after you got used to him. And actually it was worse at first, him coming in and accusing you of using his best friend for the fame, saying that there’s no way you’re actually dating him because you like him.
But that, according to Steve, was his way of calling you hot. And once he got more comfortable, his compliments, if they can even be called that, became a lot more blunt.
Anything from inviting you into his room to asking what kind of underwear you wear for Steve and if he could see.
Bucky was open about his attraction to you, despite the fact that you were only even there because you were in a relationship with his best friend.
You know there’s been a few times that he’s heard you moaning while Steve fucked you into his sheets for hours on in, with his room being right next door, there’s no way he would have not heard it. Though that is one thing he doesn’t bring up, surprisingly enough. You still wish he would, so you could tell him just how big his friends dick is and how satisfied it makes you- that you have no interest in anyone else’s.
„You’ll give in eventually.” He leans back against the island behind you, small, stupid smirk on his face as he watches you finish rinsing the bowl of fruit you’re readying to take back to Steves room.
„Will i?”, you say back half heartedly. You really don’t even have to say anything when he starts talking, but the times you’ve tried that, his comments dared on the edge of creepy as if to force a reaction out of you.
„You will“, he reassures, „they all do.”
You merely nod, setting the bowl down to find a bottle of water.
„Well, good for you.”
“It’ll be good for you too, doll.“
You can feel his eyes burn down your back side as you turn away from him again.
„Just good, huh?”, you say as monotone as you can manage, grabbing the cold plastic before closing the fridge back. „Well, it’s great with Steve. I think i’ll just stick with him.”
He lets out a deep laugh that catches you off guard, making you snap your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed at his genuine amusement.
„No it’s not“, he shakes his head, smirk daring to twitch into a full smile.
„Yes it is“, you snap back, as if this was an argument he could possibly win. As if he knew how good your boyfriend was in bed.
„No“, he chuckles between his words, „it’s not.”
„Yes it is.” you snap back again, eyes widening in bewilderment that he was so set on arguing about it. Though it is your fault for thinking Bucky, of all people, would let you win against him with a one liner. „Your friend is very good at what he does-”
„Don’t lie to me.” The brunette haired man’s smile drops, tone much more serious as he pushes himself away from the counter, long legs helping him get to you before you think to move away.
„Stevie can’t even get you off, can he?”
The embarrassment washes over your face and you nearly drop the bottle from your hand. It was something that the two of you obviously hadn’t told anyone else, trying again and again to make things work, to help get you.. there. But, it just hasn’t happened yet.
You’d met Steve only shortly after S.H.I.E.L.D got his hands on him and he became an avenger, Bucky following a few year after and a few month later you and Steve came together. You’ve taken Steves virginity, so really both of you were still learning about what the other liked. But even on the laziest of days, there wasn’t a time that your boyfriend didn’t reach his climax. But you just couldn’t blame him. He never had the chance to practice with girls before, never went on any dates, never even kissed a girl before you.
But Bucky, well, according to Steve he always had no issues with the ladies. He’s always been handsome and popular among women, so before Hydra turned him into the Winter Soldier and put him into a freezer he had enough time to practice.
“I could, though.”
You can feel the heat from his hand as it reaches up to brush down your neck, corners of his lips tugging up crookedly once again. „Easily.”
You flinch from his touch as it starts to drift lower, scrambling to grab the bowl you’d abandoned and shuffling your way back to the cool comfort of Steves quarters.
The night goes on like normal, sharing the snack you made with your boyfriend, laying on his broad chest and watching whatever movie it is that the two of you landed on tonight. Your hand wanders like it always does, feeling the soft of his chest and tracing down to his abdomen, fingers dipping into every indentation of his skin before playing with the strings on his sweatpants. God, he looked so good in his grey sweatpants.
You don’t think he notices the way you hesitate before moving under the waistband, but he does. He also notices how you don’t turn up to kiss him when you first rub at his cock through his boxers like you always do.
„What’s wrong, princess?” he mumbles, trying to nudge your head up with his chin. „You know we don’t have to if you don’t want-”
„I want to“, you mumble back, pushing yourself off the bed to straddle his thighs. Blue eyes stare back at you as you work his pants down, exposing him for you to freely touch. You watch as his face relaxes, as you drop a glob of spit down to the tip of him, using your hands to slather down the length of him.
Can’t even get you off, can he?
The words have seared their way into your brain, heating you from the inside out with irritation. You could guess that that was Buckys intention, to keep you thinking about him and more about the unintentional edging your boyfriend has been doing to you for months now.
Steve‘s fully hard by the time you snap out of your thoughts, prompting you to remove your own bottoms. You know he’s staring at you with pinched eyebrows, face twisted up in confusion. But you just can’t find anything to say, can’t find a way to explain to him how badly you want to finally cum on his cock, to get off and it be by his hand.
„Stop.“ Large hands grip your hips, halting your movement as you try to climb back on top of him. „What are you doing?”
Finally, you look back at his face, and it’s just as screwed up as you thought it would be, blue eyes searching yours.
„I just want to fuck, Steve.” You blink back at him. You think about all the times you’ve gone back from his quarters to your own, how many times you’ve had to pull out your toys and use the ridiculous amount of slick you still had clinging to you to get yourself off. How each time all you could think about is how much better it would feel if you weren’t having to do all of the work.
„Right“, he nods, pausing when you try again to move back to where you were previously sitting, to no avail as his hands don’t let you budge. „And why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
You move your mouth to speak, but no excuse comes to mind fast enough.
„You’re never like this, even when you are needy“, he laughs, maneuvering you to sit back on his comforter.
You groan, throwing yourself back into his pillows, arms falling over your face as you stall off on telling him what was actually on your mind. He’s never cared about what Bucky said to you before, mainly because neither did you. Nothing he’s said has ever carried weight before, but that one sentence feels like a bag of boulders sitting atop your chest.
„How does Bucky know you haven’t made me cum before?”
If the situation wasn’t what it is, you’d laugh at how comically fast Steve sits up and turns to face you.
You peek from behind your arms, and sigh before explaining to him the conversation that was weighing on you.
„I didn’t tell him.” Steve lays himself back down next to you, blinking up at the ceiling in thought.
„Do you think he was bluffing?”
You twist your lips, throwing your now cold legs over your boyfriend for warmth.
„He’s only a dick about things he knows are true“, he replies, hands rubbing up your calves to your thighs and back down again. „Can’t be intimidating when you look stupid“, he laughs, quoting his friend.
„So what then?”, you slide back into his side, a hand palming down to his already softening cock to tug it back to life.
„No idea,” he hums at the feeling, „but you know i’ll keep trying until i do.”
It’s just as you start to get into a rhythm with your wrist, making his breathing a bit heavier when you feel Steves phone vibrate somewhere on the bed. You don’t stop even as he moves the arm holding you into him to unlock his screen.
There’s no real reason to be so hung up on those stupid words. Not when Steve was right here, easy to give as always.
You take the chance to straddle one of his thighs while you can, leaning over his body you press kisses down his chest. Mind fully focused on him you start to feel the familiar pool of warmth settle in your stomach and start to leak out between your thighs.
You only get a twitch of your hips across his thigh before he stops you again. Before you can get a word out to question it, he shows you the message pulled from his notification screen.
»u both have to know that i can hear everyfuckingthing in ur room«
»including how she whines every time that u cum before she does«
»Your 80 years old Cap, u should know how to fuck better«
„So…,” you pull his face down to you so he can hear you whisper. “i guess we have to start being quiet.”
He doesn’t reply at first, instead he leans further down to put his lips to your throat, sucking at the sensitive parts of it. You have to bite your lips to fight back the sounds you make.
„No way,” he says into your skin, kissing up the side of your neck as his weight shifts onto one arm. The other slides between your bodies, a finger sliding up your slit just as he grazes the shell of your ear with his teeth.
„He’s been listening all this time, who cares if he listens some more.”
Steve‘s thick finger slides past your entrance, pulling a small whine from you as he pulls it back before pushing it back in. The stretch he gives you as he adds another feels good, but it’s not nearly enough.
„Just got to make you cum this time, don’t i, baby?” His words vibrate against you, making your hips twitch down on his fingers, greedy for him to make good on his word.
“More Steve, please-“
and he obliges, pressing a third finger into your poor little cunt, stretching your walls in the way that sends your eyes rolling back and hips rolling up.
„Well you won’t be able to do it like that“, a voice comes from the doorway. A figure, that you’re unable to see because of the chest blocking your sight, approaches the bed and you know, before you see the dark brown hair leaning over, that it’s of course Bucky.
„Buck“, your boyfriend shifts to try and cover you more, which results in him pushing his fingers even deeper inside you and pulling a high whine from your lips. „Get out.”
„What?” the bed dips next to the two of you. „You said i can listen, it’s basically the same thing as watching.”
A different set of fingers graze up your side, stopping at where Steve’s body covers your own.
„Plus, i could teach you some shit while i’m here”, he chuckles, pushing his friend out of the way to reveal more of your skin. „Since you clearly don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”
There’s a brief silence in the room when your boyfriend finally looks back down at you, raising an eyebrow as if asking you for an answer, like he’s already settled on his own.
Your mouth drops to speak but a moan slips out instead of a whine when cold metal fingers twist at one of your nipples causing a flood of heat to rush down to the pit of your stomach from the new sensation. The obnoxious deep chuckle rings from beside you at your reaction and your answer has been decided for you.
The room is quiet for a few minutes, only ambience is the sound of Bucky pushing Steve off his own bed and shifting you around to sit in his lap, legs spread and your knees hooked on his own.
Bucky says something about this being the best demonstrative position and you have to bite back the remark about that being such a big word for him because the feeling of one warm hand and a cold metal one against the soft skin of your thigh is too tempting to risk losing.
„Don’t look at me while i do this.” His words rumble against your neck as he pulls you further back into his chest.
„Like i would.”
„‘course you would, doll.”
„You know where her clit is, right?”, he asks over your shoulder, a single finger sliding through your folds, catching on the hood of your clit with each movement.
„Do you know how to use her clit?”, the pad of his finger presses against the sensitive nub, circling slowly and sending hot static down your thighs.
Your boyfriend trails off, or maybe he doesn’t, maybe he’s talking and you’ve tuned him out, to focus on how good it feels… to feel good at the hands of someone else.
„So, that’s a no.” The voice from behind you pulls you from your pleasured state and you realize that you’ve completely relaxed into him with a hand wrapping around the bicep of the arm that leads down between your legs.
„What about her g-spot?”, Bucky mumbles, sounding completely uninterested in getting an actual answer.
„She said fingers can’t reach it.”
And there he goes laughing again.
To prove his point, Bucky brings his metal hand down to your entrance, keeping a steady pace on your clit as he slides a finger into your dripping cunt with ease.
„You just gotta-“
He curls the finger up against your soft wall, sending a crash of pleasure into you, one you’ve only ever been able to give to yourself. You let out a sound so loud as he adds another and starts to pump and curl them into you, that it startles even you.
Your body can’t even move to hump down into his hands, limp and burning with pleasure as you let him do as he pleases. It takes only seconds for the heat in your stomach to become a knot wearing thin, you can feel your legs start to shake, trying to twitch closed around his hands and only being stopped by Bucky‘s own knees.
His wrists move faster as your nails begin to dig crescent shapes into his arm, your walls spasm around his fingers, trying to push them out as you reach your high and cream all down his wrist.
„Easy“, Bucky smirks into your ear as you blink away the white stars from your vision.
Once you can see clearly enough you look up at your boyfriend who’s dressed only in his boxers, cock fully hard just underneath them. You go to push yourself towards him but are stopped by sticky hands at your wrists.
„I’m not done.”
„But this was just-“, you start, until your words are caught in your throat when you see the tip of Buckys cock peek out from his sweats.
„What’d i say, doll?”, he tugs you back towards him, pressing his lips to your neck with no regard for Steve who only sits a few inches away.
„I’m teaching my best friend some stuff, you just gotta lay down and take it, understand?“
You’re instructed to get on your hands and knees, after failed attempts to get your boyfriend to object- to say anything, you comply. Face burning hot as you press it into the mattress in front of where he stands, ass propped high where Bucky kneels behind you.
„It’s the same thing with your dick.”
Your legs involuntarily twitch as his tip pats against your still sensitive clit.
„Just gotta know where to press against.”
You’re so embarrassed, being used like this, so embarrassed by the fact that you’re enjoying it so much. So embarrassed that your boyfriend, that Steve, is watching his best friend sink his cock into you and he’s not saying a word. So embarrassed at the sounds you’re making into the sheets at the feeling of a new stretch.
You’re so embarrassed until Buckys hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you up on your knees, your back against his chest. Your eyes meet with Steve’s for a split second before they’re rolling back once again when Bucky thrusts into you, the tip of him perfectly pressing against that same doughy spot inside of you.
„S-Steve“, you moan out breathily, the pace he sets is brutal, abusing your g-spot and making you hot all over.
A sting rises on your cheek as Bucky uses his metal hand to smack you lightly.
„Wrong name, doll“, he warns, but you can’t help the way it rolls off your tongue again at the overwhelming pleasure.
There’s another smack and then his cold metal fingers dig into your jaw, his hips slowing down as he speaks.
„Who’s fucking you right now?”
Buckys hips circulate, grinding up into you, pressing the head of him impossibly deep into your g-spot.
„Who is it that just made you cum?”
You’re whining pathetically and grinding back into him so desperately each time he pulls slightly back.
„Who’s name should you be saying right now?” The heat between your legs becomes unbearable and you nearly cave in on yourself. You squeeze your eyes shut, the burn of embarrassment resurfacing on your face for the umpteenth time, surely if Steve had a problem he would’ve said something by now.
„Bucky, fuck, B-Bucky!“, you moan.
You know it’s impossible, you swear you can hear the smirk in his hum when you finally reply.
„Now look at him and say it.”
He moves your head to where you have no choice but to stare into the cloudy eyes that look back at you so eagerly. You try to bite your lip, tears threatening to flood your eyes, but none make it to fruition once Bucky starts his brutal pace once more.
If not for the arm holding you against the brunette men, you would’ve collapsed in on yourself from the wash of pleasure that shoots through you.
„Bucky!”, you moan again, a little short on words as if he had fucked you stupid already.
You think for a split second maybe Steve wants to go back on this, that he just wants you to be the one to speak up. But that split second is ended when Buckys fingers come back to your clit, drawing small shapes.
„I-i’m gonna-”, you feel the heat tightening in your stomach, a knot grasping together by only a few strings as white starts to seep into the edges of your vision. „I‘m-“
Just as fast it comes, it fades once Bucky pulls out completely, leaving your poor cunt desperately squeezing around nothing as that all too familiar whine leaves your lips. The one you’ve done for months more each time your boyfriend has done this same exact thing.
You try to turn your head, to see why he’d stopped, but the metal hand gripping your face just turns you back to the man in front of you. And you see it. Steves panting heavily and hand covered in his own cum just from seeing you meet another ruined end.
„Who would’ve thought mean old Stevie liked edging his pretty little girlfriend.” You hear Bucky chuckle into your ear before throwing you back into the pillows, hands making quick work of pushing your thighs up for him to slide in between.
You can still see your boyfriend starring back at you with lustful eyes.
„Hey“, another light slap is done against your cheek as Bucky lines himself up with your entrance. „Eyes on me, doll.”
He starts to sheathe himself in once again, slowly. You can feel the outline of his head, the throbbing thickness as it drags along your sticky walls.
„You’re lucky i’m not into that shit too“, he says, more to himself it seems when his eyes aren’t even on your face anymore but instead looking down at how your greedy cunt sucks him in.
„I like hearing how good you feel, so wet for me…“
Bucky drops down to your ear, your knees hooked over his strong arms as he presses his hips into yours.
he repeats the grinding he did earlier, barely pulling his hips back just to roll them back into you, the hairs at the base off him scratching against your aching clit perfectly.
“tell me how good my cock feels, princess.”
He mocks the name Steve uses for you and it only sends a shiver down your spine, and apparently makes you clamp down on him by the way he curses low in your ear. He starts a new pace, one that’s slow and deep, something surprisingly sensual to be coming from Bucky. He‘s easily remembered where that spot is inside of you, that sends you curling up off the mattress, whining and shooting your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.
„Tell me how fucking deep i am.“
You can’t do anything but moan out, your jaw dropping embarrassingly wide as you’re unable to do anything but just let your body feel. So overwhelmed with pleasure, you’re not sure you could answer him even if you really wanted to.
„That’s it, good girl, let me hear you.”
And you do, not that you wouldn’t have anyway. You let yourself get washed away in the tide of white hot that shoots through you when Bucky brings a thumb to your clit, picking up his pace slightly to fuck into your gspot perfectly and drag out your orgasm as long as he can.
Spitting out strings of curses and digging nail marks into your skin in the process.
When you finally start falling down from your high, you open your eyes to find Bucky leaned back on his haunches, stupid smirk still plastered across his face.
„Feels good to finally cum on a cock, huh?”
You think you might’ve actually answered that question, if you didn’t notice Steve now sitting at the side of the bed in some chair he picked from god knows where with his cock in his hand, pink tongue sliding across his lips as he looks back at you.
You want nothing more than to have him on top of you again, even if he was doing things intentionally befo- wait a second…
He did this… intentionally??
„Steve-“ you start to lean up but to no avail when Buckys hand pushes back at your chest.
“aht aht,” his hand slides up to the back of your neck, pressing you up into a kiss, his words full of fake offense as he speaks. „It’s unfair to leave me half finished, isn’t it?”
„Plus”, you feel his still hard cock stir inside you as he presses his hips flush against yours and grinds against you. His hands fall on either side of your head as he ducks down to nip at your collarbone, the top of his head nudging you to face your boyfriend once again.
„I think we need Stevie to listen to you scream my name a few more times before he’s really motivated to make you cum, right doll?“
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Should've Been Me| S.R
Warnings: ANGSTY! Mention of alcohol. Stucky. (LMK if I forgot anything) Set in the early 1950s
Summary: Reader is in love with Steve and has to witness him going down the aisle with someone else.
" Are you ready?" Bucky asks as you walk out of your bedroom and into your living room. " I guess so" You sigh looking down are your dress and heels. " You don't have to go Y/N... I can make up an excuse for you" Bucky says getting up from the couch. " No, its fine Bucky. I appreciate it but Steve is still a very good friend. Now, let's go. You're the best man and you don't want to be late" You smile and bucky nods. “ You look amazing by the way” Bucky says when you step into his car. “ Thank you Bucky” you smile softly. Bucky drives you two to the church and after he parks you get out of the car and walk to the church. As we approach the door, a woman with a british accent comes up to me. " excuse me, are you Y/N?" She asks me. " Yes, is everything all right?" You ask. "Steve is looking for you" She says. " I'll take her to him" Bucky says to the woman and she just smiles and nods leaving us. I’m guessing she was probably a bridesmaid because she had a bouquet of flowers in here hand. You follow Bucky to a private section of the church where they usually have either the groom or bride stay in order to keep them separated until the ceremony. Bucky opens the door for you and you step in seeing a few guys dressed for the wedding party, some you knew. Some you didn’t but they all started to compliment you and give you some unwanted attention. “ Alright you guys can shut up now” You hear Steve says to the men and you turn to see the man that holds your heart dressed in his military uniform ready for his wedding. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him, he looked so handsome. It broke your heart even more than it wasn’t you who he was marrying today.
“ Look at you Steve… you look great” you say with tears in your eyes. “ Thank you Y/N. You look beautiful” he says hugging you. Bucky has the guys give you two a moment and they all filter out of the room. “ Is everything okay?” You ask still wondering as to why you were here and not sitting in a pew with everyone else. “ I wanted to ask you something… I know you respectfully denied too being a bridesmaid a few months ago to Peggy but I wanted to know if you’d walk me down the aisle? Usually the parents walk down the groom and since both my parents aren’t here to do that, I wanted to know if one of my best friends who is like family…would do it?” He asks. Your loss for words, not only did you have to witness the man you love get married to another woman today but now you have to give him away? “ Y-yeah Steve, of course I’ll do anything for you” you smile. Tears were welling up in your eyes again, I’m sure Steve thought it was because of how sentimental this is but in reality you’re heart feels like it’s getting ripped out your chest and stomped by him. “ Thank you Y/N, this means the world to me” Steve says hugging you again and you just smile and nod. “ Steve, it’s time” Bucky says entering the room again and you take a deep breath. “ Okay let me grab my vows” He says running off quickly to do that. “ I tired talking him out of it all week, I’m really sorry Y/N” Bucky says. “ Don’t judge me if I leave the reception unable to walk straight tonight ” You say and Bucky chuckles. “ I’ll take you home safely” He winks putting my shoulder softly.
Steve comes back and you follow everyone to the front doors of the church. You loop your hand with Steve’s arm and a bridesmaid hands you a similar small bouquet like hers and you smile at her. You look back at Bucky for some reassurance and he mouths “ You can do it” to you and you just nod turning you head back to Steve. He smiles down to you. You feel how nervous he was, the guy had been close to death 100 times but he was scared of this. You give him a reassuring smile and squeezed his arm letting him know he’ll do just fine even though part of you didn’t want him to do just fine and call the whole thing off. You wondered what type of friend that made you. You should be happy for him.
You hear the music start behind the doors and two people open them up. The entire church had their eyes on you, some people looked at you odd. They didn’t know who you were or did know you and wondered what the heck were you doing walking Steve down the aisle. The walk seemed like it took hours when it reality it was probably less than a minute. You reach the end and you give Steve a small kiss on the cheek making sure your lipstick didn’t rub on his cheek. “ Thank you for this” Steve says and you smile gently cupping his cheek. You were doing everything you could to not let out a sob. You leave him at the altar, wishing it was you up there and that you had actually walked down the aisle with him in a wedding dress and officially having the last name Rogers.
You sit down at the pew and watch everyone make their way up the aisle. Then the wedding song starts and the doors open to a perfect looking Peggy. Her dress hugged her perfect body like a glove. It was no wonder Steve had picked her over you, just look at her. She was beautiful, smart & successful. You were just a nurse down at the hospital in Brooklyn who lived in an apartment that was left to you by your grandmother before she died of tuberculosis a few years ago.
The whole ceremony you felt numb. Which you honestly preferred. You smiled when you needed you. Stood up and prayed when you supposed too and kept your trap shut when the part of “ Speak now or forever hold your peace” was brought up. Bucky specifically looked at you as if you had even an ounce of bravery to mess up Steve’s wedding. You couldn’t even look at them when they shared their kiss at the altar, you felt sick to your stomach. As they walked down the aisle you had a fake smile plastered on and were clapping like everyone else. You sat back down as soon as they were out the door. You had to compose yourself. After a while of sitting alone you hear the church door open and you turn to see Bucky. “ How are you holding up?” He asks sitting next to you. “ I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through that reception” you say and Bucky puts his arm over you consoling. “ You did great today Y/N, I don’t know if I could watch the girl I love marry someone else let alone walk her down the aisle to marry someone who wasn’t me” Bucky says. “ I did it because I rather have Steve in my life as a friend than not have him at all. I know that would hurt much much more” You say starting to cry again. Eventually you and Bucky leave and head over to the reception. Luckily you and Bucky were sat together, it really helped having him here. You know you wouldn’t have gone through any of this without your other best guy friend supporting you. He was the only one other than your sister who knew about your love for Steve. He always had tried to get Steve to ask you out before he ever had that serum thing done to him but he never budged.
“ Martini?” Bucky says bringing you a glass. “ Thank you bucky” you smile at him as you grab the glass from him. You were at the reception, everyone did all their speeches and toasts now everyone was either eating, drinking or dancing. You were just sat with Bucky drinking at the table. “ The girl over there has been eyeing you the whole time” You say to Bucky, looking at a pretty blonde. “ Shes cute you should ask her to dance” You say looking over to the woman, she smiles at Bucky. “ Shes pretty but I’m not really in the mood to be flirting with girls tonight” he says. “ Woah.. who are you and what have you done with James Bucky Barnes?” You joke and he smiles. “ We should dance, we used to knock it out of the park at the school dances when we were kids” Bucky says and you finish your martini and nod. You were starting to feel the alcohol. You get up and Bucky grabs your hand leading you to the dance floor.
You and Bucky danced all night and drank all night. Even though this was Steve and Peggy’s wedding. It was nice to just forget about them for a little and have your fun but little did you know that Steve was watching the two slow dance together on the dance floor content with each other and Steve felt nothing but jealousy & regret inside even though his arms were wrapped around his new wife.
A/N: Might make a part 2! Let me know if I should.
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» no limit to your love «
MCU | Stucky x f!Reader | 18+ ♥
Summary: Your period is kicking your ass, but luckily you have two wonderful men in your life who are eager to take care of you.
Warnings/Info: 18+ only! If periods or period sex grosses you out, this ain’t for you. | sexting; period sex; mention of (period) blood; explicit language; FLUFF; masturbation (m&f); creampie; threesome m/f/m; fingering; blowjobs; unprotected sex
Word count: 3.9k
My baby box is killing me today; we can all agree that periods, though necessary (I guess), suck. I usually get mine regularly, I don’t take birth control anymore since I see no need in using it and I’m pretty scared of the way it messes up my body; that’s just a personal preference though. So, this is for all my sisters who must deal with this shit, and sometimes even worse. My heart goes out to y’all! xoxo ♥
FYI, I finished this at 2 in the morning and didn’t proof read, so...yeah. lol
You cling to the fuzzy heating bottle stuffed between the waistband of your sweatpants and your lower stomach. You’ve finally managed to find a position on the bed which somehow eases the period cramps who have been tormenting you since the early hours of the morning.
You’re late this month, almost a week, and though you panicked at first, a negative pregnancy test took a weight off your shoulders. No, your uterus just decided that work stress and a bad cold were enough to mess up your cycle for this and perhaps the next month. Damn you, mother nature.
Damn you, for real.
The painkillers you have taken some hours ago are already wearing off, and you’re bracing yourself for more pain, rocking back and forth in a fetus position, until you can take some more pills.
You’ve taken a personal day from work, many hours of working overtime for Pepper have allowed you to, and so far, you couldn’t do much but survive. She sent you an e-mail, telling you not to worry about her and get better soon, she’ll manage a day or two without her personal assistant.
You fumble around and find your smartphone tangled up between the many blankets, and when you unlock the screen a tired smile appears on your lips. Of course, your boyfriends have called and sent various messages; asking how you’re doing and if they can get you anything after work.
You wallow in your misery as you text them back, relying on their pity for you. Yes, you do enjoy the attention you get from them; it’s so refreshing to be with someone who reacts with understanding and sympathy to this time of the month. Especially if you’ve experienced nothing but the opposite before.
They reply fast. Steve sends you a selfie in his uniform, pouting with a sad face. You recognize the area he’s in, and the isolated corner he snuck to snap the picture. You’ve made out with him there before. A message follows, no emojis.
Hang in there, honey! We’ll be home soon
You bite your lower lip as your mind wanders to the hot make out session you and Steve had in that corner. It was in the early stage of your relationship with him and Bucky, when the three of you thought you were good at keeping it a secret.
Without thinking further, you roll over on your back and lift your shirt to expose your breasts, taking a quick nude for him. Except for your cheeky smile and tongue poking out between your lips, your face is not in the picture. One hand covers your breasts and nipples half-heartedly; you adjust the lighting a bit before sending it.
Bucky sends you a short video of himself blowing you a kiss with a wink, and you giggle giddily at the sight. It’s so cheesy, but you love it. There are voices in the background. Sam is laughing, probably pointing his finger at Bucky, who’s face changes into a sour frown as he looks away from the camera.
“Shut the fuc –“
The video ends abruptly, and you break out laughing as your fantasy fills in what probably happened next. You ponder what you could send him in return when a new message in your chat with Steve pops up at the top of your screen.
You’re killing me here, Y/N
Four sweating emojis and a burning heart; you click your tongue, pleased with yourself. You rub your thighs together and notice a familiar tingle growing in your groins. Mixed with the fading pain of your cramps, the feeling turns bittersweet.
Another message from Bucky:
Stevie gets blessed by a nude and I get left on read? That’s just rude, darling.
A single broken heart emoji. Ouch. You open the message and send him the same picture you sent Steve.
I got distracted by the thought of your cock in my mouth, love. I’m sorry.
You stare at the screen as the chat shows him typing, but Steve is quicker and sends you another message. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you switch chats and wonder why they don’t just use the group chat instead.
Why did Buck just bite his fist? Are you at least having fun tormenting us?
You send him a laughing emoji, and the woman shrugging her shoulders.
I’m feeling twirly, Cap. Come home soon or I’ll have to take care of myself…
You stare at his simple reply with a grin.
I dare you, missy.
You close the chat, leaving him on read and open the picture Bucky just sent you. He’s in a bathroom, lifting his black shirt to reveal his muscular chest and flexing abs to you, but your focus is on the prominent bulge in his pants. Bucky has never been good at juicy nudes.
Tits for tits? Mine are better…is that a gun in your pants or am I just making you happy?
Careful, doll, you’re the twirly one here. I’ll show you how happy I am when I’m home.
You giggle and rub your thighs together once more as a thrill of anticipation shoots through your body, numbing the cramping pain for a moment.
The cramps return as soon as you walk around the apartment for more than ten minutes, but you grit your teeth and swallow another round of painkillers with a tall glass of water. They should do for a couple of hours; enough time to get some food in your belly and take a steaming shower.
You cook fettuccine al burro, one of your favorite pasta dishes; it’s hearty dish, creamy and perfect for your current state, and you indulge in some homemade chocolate mousse afterwards. You put the leftovers back in the fridge, just in case your men are hungry when they come home, whenever that may be.
You know what it means to be part of the Avengers, even if you’re not one yourself. Even if they say they’ll be home at a certain time, something can always come up last minute and force them to stay at work longer. You know Pepper goes through the same thing with Tony, and it’s something you two have bonded over: worrying about your men.
You check your phone again after cleaning up the kitchen and putting away your dishes, and you rub your throbbing stomach soothingly as you stare at Bucky’s last message.
Something came up, we’ll try to get home ASAP!!
That was two hours ago, no further update, and you don’t want to annoy them with your neediness today. You put your phone on the wireless charger on your nightstand and grab your purple bath robe before you drag your feet into the adjacent bathroom.
Though reluctant and whiney at first, you soon relax as the hot water hits your tense muscles while the shower soon fogs up with steam. You take your time shaving, it’s hard enough to shave in the shower anyway, and you decide to wash and deep condition your hair, too.
As you look down, you can see thin streams of blood mixed with water run down your thighs, down your legs, and pooling at your feet before disappearing in the drain. You wash the blood away and decide to hurry up.
You feel your legs up for any remaining stubble one more time and find them smooth as ever, same for your freshly shaved pussy. It’s strange, but shaving always gets you in the mood afterwards, though the feeling of horniness is even more intense when you happen to be on your period.
You cup your hand over your folds and run your fingers over the soft skin as you face the shower stream. You’re suddenly very aware of your sensitive breasts feeling heavier than usual, and tender nipples as the water runs over your chest and shoulders. You flinch as you tease your clit the tiniest bit, and you let your head loll back with your eyes closed as you brace yourself on the wall with your free hand.
You lick your tongue over your wet lips and gasp as you get lost in the feeling of your fingertips rubbing circles over your clit, and you’re too occupied to hear the shower curtain get pushed aside.
“Didn’t Steve tell you to wait for us, doll?”
You open your eyes just as Bucky slips inside the shower behind you, not caring at all about you currently bleeding. He covers your mouth with his fleshy hand, smothering your high-pitched scream, and wraps his metal arm around your waist to hold you still.
Your chest is heaving, heart thumping hard, and eyes staring wide as you grip and claw at both his flesh and metal hand with your own.
“Shhh, Y/N, it’s just me”, Bucky chuckles and kisses your temple. “I’m sorry I scared you, but I couldn’t help myself”
You exhale hard trough your nose, but your legs are still trembling, and your heart beating fast as he takes his hand off your mouth. Bucky loosens his iron grip around your waist and urges you to turn around.
Your eyes soften as you gaze up at his handsome face with his dorky smile.
“Hi, dollface”, he says and leans down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss; just as you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck, he grabs your wrists and holds your hands in place. His steel blue eyes roam over your naked, wet body and he licks his full lips in anticipation.
“Will you help me clean up?”, he asks with puppy eyes, that damn look which always gets him what he wants from you, and he holds the soaked-up bath sponge out to you.
You roll your eyes with a smile and take it from his metal hand before leathering it up with body wash. Bucky switches sides with you, so he can soak under the shower stream, and he pinches your ass cheek as you scrub at his chest and you tweak his nipple in return.
“Don’t play with me, Bucky”, you pout at him and nudge his chest as his flesh hand keeps fondling your breasts. “I’m tense, and you know what that means”
“Hm, I can tell you couldn’t finish”, he snickers but stops as you glare up at him warningly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry – Y/N, no, don’t leave!”
You step out of the shower and dodge his grabby hands with a giggle as you reach for the fluffy, navy blue towel. He looks after you like a sad stray left in the rain, hair wet and dripping on the small carpet.
“You better hurry up, Buck, or I will have Stevie take care of me!”, you shout over your shoulder and know he could hear you, despite the running water.
You swiftly tiptoe back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around your body, and your thighs are squeezed together awkwardly as your fear of leaking grows. Even if your boyfriends are neither grossed out by period blood, nor would care if an accident would happen, you still feel uncomfortable somehow, so you swiftly rummage through one of your drawers for a tampon.
Suddenly, strong arms embrace you from behind with a soft, drawn-out sigh. Steve nuzzles his nose into the nape of your neck and inhales your scent. His beard scratches your skin, but it’s not uncomfortable and you lean back into his bare chest, enjoying the feeling of home and safety.
His breath tickles your neck as he exhales sharply, chest vibrating with his low chuckle.
You turn around in his embrace and wrap your hands around his neck the way Bucky didn’t let you previously, and you run your fingers through his damp hair. He must’ve taken a shower in the guest bathroom downstairs.
Steve quirks an eyebrow at first, but obeys as you stand on your tiptoes, practically begging for a kiss. You force your tongue into his mouth, always bolder than America’s ass, and you can taste the minty toothpaste on his tongue.
“Did you eat leftovers and then brush your teeth for me?”, you ask as you pull back.
He nods with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t wanna taste garlicy”
You giggle and kiss him some more. However, Steve has more plans and lifts you off the ground with ease. He carries you over to the bed and places you in the middle of the mattress. His hands reach for the towel knot at your bosom as he hovers over you, but you panic a little and try to get up.
“What is it, honey?” He searches your face with worried eyes while you squirm and rub your lower abdomen.
Your body feels hot, your stomach is tight with want and the desire to be fucked rough and fast. A strange feeling, considering the pain and cramps. Shouldn’t this be the last thing you should want right now?
“I don’t know, I…don’t you guys think it’s gross?”, you ask meekly, biting at your lower lip as you stare up at Steve’s deep blue eyes.
His brows wrinkle as he looks down at you, and you tense up under his gaze until he cups your cheek and strokes his thumb over your skin soothingly.
“Is that what you fear? Me and Buck thinking that you or your natural bodily functions are gross, hm?”
He scoffs and pulls at your towel once more, this time you let him, and the knot comes undone with ease, baring your naked body to his lustful gaze. You watch his muscular chest heave as he inhales deeply, and your stomach flutters when you notice his erection straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Honey…we could never”
Your nipples harden painfully as the chilly air in the room collides with your heated body temperature, and you grimace for a second and grip your breasts to soothe the pain.
“Stevie’s right, we could never”, Bucky agrees as he enters the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water running down his toned body. “As for the mess –” He holds up two folded black towels with his fleshy hand and grins. “I got that one covered”
You yelp softly as Steve lifts you off the mattress again, bridal style, so Bucky can lay out the dry towels swiftly to prevent any “accidents”. You’re placed back down, and Steve wastes no time as he lays next to you. He spreads your thighs and puts one leg over his hip before his large hand dives down to cup your pussy leisurely.
Your one hand kneads your tit while the other holds onto Steve’s bulging biceps as he fondles your pussy. He sucks hickeys on your neck here and there, a bittersweet sensation as your groin is lit on fire and murmurs sweet nothings against your burning skin.
Your mind is slowly clouded up by lust, but there is one more pair of eyes watching the scene intently, and when you find Bucky standing at the edge of the bed with his cock throbbing in his fleshy hand, your head lolls back into the pillows, and a needy mewl escapes your throat while Steve rolls your clit between his fingers.
“Please, just…fuck me”, you whine desperately and paw at the waistband of Steve’s pants. You’re talking to both beautiful men, but one of them must go first after all, and by the second your pussy starts throbbing more, begging to be filled.
Your eyes are closed, your thighs spread wider as you wait eagerly for one of them to fuck you into the mattress. You’re not aware of the silent agreement between your men, they could be playing rock-paper-scissors for all you care, but there is some shuffling eventually, a switching of positions and finally, a heavy body on top of yours.
“I’ll go slow, doll”, Bucky mutters against your skin before nipping at your earlobe. You look into his dark pupils, enlarged by desire, and shake your head. You get a hold of his metal arm, braced next to your head while his other hand holds on to your thigh.
“Don’t hold back, Sarge”
His nostrils flare as he breathes hard, and if you didn’t know him so well, he would look intimidating. He lets go of your thigh and rubs his precum-leaking cockhead against your folds before penetrating your quivering cunt. His thick cock glides into you with ease, and the sudden fullness makes it harder to breathe for a few seconds.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby”
Bucky ruts into you with rough, controlled snaps of his hips, and every stroke makes you see stars dance behind your eyelids.
“Steve”, you whimper as you take Bucky’s cock, and your other man appears next to you when you reach out your hand. “I wan-t you too”
“You’re so good for us, honey”, Steve says and kisses your knuckles affectionately. “always so eager to please, even when we want to take care of you”
Burying your fingers in Bucky’s thick hair, you capture his plush lips with your own, and moan shamelessly when he speeds up his strokes. You feel yourself getting greedy and needy while you chase your release, and you want both to come inside you tonight, too.
Bucky groans and slows down again when Steve pats his shoulder. Time to switch positions, you’re familiar with that cue. Your pussy clings to Bucky’s cock as he flips you over on all fours while Steve kneels in front of you now. You tits feel heavy and tender in this position, pressed against the towels, and you feel the need to have their calloused hands all over your body.
You gaze up at Steve with hooded eyes and poke your tongue out between your lips. He smirks at you, one hand down his pants as he pats your cheek with the other gently.
“Such a good girl”
A high-pitched moan escapes your lips as Bucky grabs your hips and grinds his cock deeper into your pussy at this angle.
“Careful with our girl, Buck, she’s so sensitive tonight”, Steve scolds him, but Bucky continues to fuck you just as deep though slowly.
“Now, open up, honey”, Steve coos, and you open your mouth eagerly to suck his cock. His slit is leaking precum, and he shudders when you lick it with your flat tongue. You manage to brace yourself on one hand and use the other to fondle his full sac as you try to take him deeper down your throat.
Bucky groans, his voice strained, and you know he’s close. You wiggle your hips encouragingly, and despite Steve’s warning, Bucky understands the assignment. His grip around your hips tightens and he adjust his stance before fucking into you mercilessly.
You moan around Steve’s large cock down your throat, tears mixing with the spit leaking from your mouth, and dripping on the towel below. His sac tightens, ready to combust, so you relieve his cock with a lewd smack of your lips and brace yourself on your elbows to take Bucky over the edge with you.
Your legs tremble, your muscles strain as the sounds of skin slapping skin, guttural groans, mewls and cusses fill your ears. The tightness in your abdomen comes to a peak and bursts as you come around Bucky’s cock with a helpless moan. He follows quickly as your tight walls convulse, and milk him empty. A few more lazy strokes before he pulls out with a satisfied huff and a gentle slap on your ass cheek.
You feel his cum leak out, tickling your folds as it drips onto the towel, and you shiver as he pushes it back into your pussy with his fingers.
“Will you look at that, Cap, I could get used to that view. Fuckin’ beautiful”
You feel a blush creep up your neck and spread over your face and ears as you collapse onto the mattress.
“Are you tired, honey? We can stop”, Steve mutters against your ear as he gently pulls you into a sitting position, but you shake your head with closed eyes.
“I want you to fuck me, too”, you answer, and your speech is slurred from post-orgasm-bliss.
Steve snickers as he pulls you into his lap. “All right, but don’t expect me to last long”
You massage his thick thighs as you try to get comfortable straddling him. Cum keeps dripping out of your pussy, but you’re scared to look though Steve doesn’t seem to mind.
“Come on now, honey, or do you want to keep me waiting?” You shake your head with a weak smile and whimper as you sink down on his cock. Bucky might be girthier, but Steve is longer. Your head lolls back and you hold onto his shoulders for leverage.
“There you go”, Steve praises though his voice is now breathy and hoarse. “so good for me, honey”
You bite your lip as you ride him leisurely, and when his hips jerk upwards, you cry out as he fucks deeper into you.
“Careful, Stevie, she’s sensitive tonight”, Bucky teases in a sing-song voice as he comes up behind you, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and shoulder when he starts caressing and fondling your tender tits.
“Shut up, Buck”, Steve mutters as he tries to focus on the feeling of your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. You know he’s close, you can tell by the way his muscles flex and his brows knit, concentrating not to come too quick.
You roll your hips and arch your back into Bucky’s touch. He bites your neck and pinches your nipples again, and you mewl helplessly.
“Fuck”, Steve breathes as you continue to fuck him in your own pace. His fingers slip between your folds and the sight of his cock disappearing inside you doesn’t make it easier for him to stop himself from busting. He rubs your swollen clit eagerly, and the sensation shoots through your body like a lightning strike.
“She’s close now, Stevie”, Bucky chuckles lowly and the sound makes your skin crawl pleasantly. You gasp when pushes you down on Steve’s length without warning.
“Make her come, Cap, she can take it. Right, doll?”
You moan and nod eagerly as Steve picks up his pace suddenly. He ruts into you with vigor while Bucky grips your bouncy tits once more. Your head falls back and rests against his metal shoulder as your orgasm catches you hard and unprepared.
You clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle your scream while Steve follows suit, and you feel him release his hot, thick spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy. His cock keeps twitching as you squirm in his lap while you three catch your breath.
“So good for me, honey”
Steve cups your face in his hands and gives you a deep and sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue before unhanding you, so Bucky can lift you off him. More cum leaks and runs down your thighs before Bucky sweeps you off your feet and carries you into the bathroom while Steve continues to recover.
Your legs are trembling, you’re utterly exhausted, cured of painful cramps as it seems, and satisfied. Bucky chuckles as he sees the dopey smile on your face.
“You look so beautiful, doll, all fucked thoroughly by your men like that”
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Under And Over
Stucky x reader
Please don't steal my work, I don't give permission for this or any of my work to be translated or reposted in any other social media platform.
"No, Steve you weave over not under, it's easier that way."
"It's easier for you, how can you be sure that this way isn't easier for me?"
"Well let's see, the fact that you keep starting over, or that anytime you get halfway done the hair falls from your hands."
"I'm doing just fine."
"You'll wake him."
Steve, bucky and you had the ever seldom day off, and a lazy day is just what you all needed. Bucky had long since fallen asleep in Steve's lap- knowing he's never agree while awake you were trying to teach Steve how to braid his hair. Emphasis on trying.
"I'm just saying you wanted to learn and you won't even listen to advice."
"It would be easier to process if you didn't repeat it every three seconds."
"It would be easier if the two of you just shut up." The brunette man groaned out, voice drenched with exhaustion.
"How long have you been awake."
"I was a weapon of mass destruction I woke up the second you started pulling on my hair to show em'."
"Bucky. That was like an hour ago."
"Listening to you two struggle is fun."
The three of you walk into the mission bay, Steve suited up in regular armour, you yourself in combat clothing that was enought to keep you safe without any worries but nothing as intense as the suits, none of the other avengers paid you any mind until Bucky came jogging into the hanger bay.
His hair adorned with braids stemming from the crown of his head, on one side they seemed to be more put together, experienced- yet the other had character of it's own, fly always and baby hair poking through the sectioned bits, yet still secure none the less, each side connects in the back to a small secure bun.
"Whoa! Barnes what happened to your head?"
"All the' Clint motions to his own head franticly tapping his fingers mimicking the shapes "y'know. That."
"Thing 1, and thing 2 made a bet."
"We wanted to see what would be better, going over then under, or under than over."
The team nods in a sort of understanding. Then Thor's voice breaks the silence.
"My preference is the left, it is reminiscint of the warriors of Asgard."
"HAH! I told you I knew what I was doing!" Steve bursts out at the gods words, you want to be upset but the look of pride on his face makes up for everything and you can't bring yourself to feel any malcontent twords the man.
"Oh yes, yes. Very brave soldiers the Valkyrie." Thors hand enclosed his own fist nodding at his own words. "Truly the strongest women of Asgard."
Small rumbling laughs and chuckles surround the hanger, you rub at Steve's back to try and ease his fall from grace,
James watches the two of you, love in his eyes, you were both idiots. Definitely.
But you were his idiots.
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abstract ; you & bucky love to experiment. and steve loves to watch. then one night, he gets to join.
pairing ; 40’s!stucky x f!reader
word count ; 4,058 words
warnings ; threesome, talk of steve’s asthma, poly dynamics [bucky x reader in established relationship], voyeurism [steve watching them secretly], loss of virginity [steve], soft!dom!bucky, sub!steve + reader, oral [all receiving], pet names [baby, baby boy, good boy, good girl, darling], praise kink, unprotected sex, teasing & taunting, multiple orgasms [for reader], brief handjob, size kink, shy!steve, bucky & steve kiss, blowjobs [steve & bucky receiving], nipple play, authority kink, cuckholding, bucky finishes in readers mouth, slight angst at the end [open ending] — 18 + ONLY • MINORS DNI
notes ; a few things. i’ve never written for 40′s bucky or steve, so this is a new one for me!secondly, i think it would be super fun to write a part two...somehow connecting steve and bucky when they’re both big, beefy, and bucky is metal-armed.
Bucky introduced you to a lot of things.
The first time you’d ever been intimate, Bucky slowly spread your legs and peppered soft kisses to your inner thighs before you stopped him.
“You don’t have to,” you uttered as he gave you a look of confusion. “But I want to.”
Bucky wanted to eat you out. Wanted to taste you and watch you squirm and ultimately come all over his face and tongue.
You’d never been the same.
Bucky also introduced you to his best friend, Steve.
Steve was a sweet, 5′4 little guy who would’ve taken a bullet for you the day you met.
You always thought Steve was cute. He was always so warm when you hugged him, watching the way a blush crept to his pale cheeks when you pressed a red-lipped kiss to his cheek.
Bucky thought it was adorable, his best friend and girl getting along so well.
One thing that you discovered is that Bucky loved to experiment. He loved trying new foods, new rides at the carnival, and of course, new ways to make you moan his name.
There wasn’t many things that was off limit to Bucky or you.
You had finally gotten a taste of such pleasure you could only ever dream of before and you wanted more.
Hungry and greedy for more.
“Shh, darling.” Bucky chuckled against your lips as he shucked your jacket off your shoulders and onto the floor.
“You gotta keep it down, Stevie’s home, remember?” You had just gotten back from a date, a cheap bottle of wine shared between the two of you as Bucky helped you both sneak onto the roof of your building.
You giggled, pulling him in by the lapels of his collared shirt, “then shut up and kiss me.”
His arms were around your waist, tugging you close to his body as you both stumbled through the small, barely five hundred square foot apartment as the floorboards creaked and groaned.
You fell into bed, Bucky aimlessly kicking the door shut, but it never fully closed.
Clothes came off, falling somewhere on the old wooden floor before Bucky slowly sunk into you. There was no time for foreplay, not when you’d both been teasing each other relentlessly all night long.
No, Bucky couldn’t wait anymore. His cock had been hard and aching in his slacks the entire night and your underwear had a permanent wet patch from your arousal.
When he sunk into you, slow and deep, you both let out soft little moans as Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck, “fuck.”
“That’s my girl,” he purred, moving his hips. The bed shook, headboard gently rocking against the wall.
“You look s’pretty under me, a soldier’s wet dream.” He softly growled, “submissive and able to take everythin’ I give you.”
Bucky always had a way with words, able to get you riled up with just a few sentences.
He kept a steady rhythm with his hips, deep and calculated strokes hitting the sweet spot inside of you that made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head.
Then you heard the soft creaking of a floorboard just outside of the bedroom.
It didn’t seem to startle Bucky all too much, but it grabbed his attention as he briefly snapped his head in the direction of the door.
A small glance is all it took for him to turn back, wicked smirk on his lips.
“Baby,” he whispered. “We have company tonight.”
You gasped, Bucky’s thrusts never ceasing as he kept your head locked and caged between two thick muscular forearms.
He leaned down to your ear, kissing your sweet spot.
“Stevie jus’ couldn’t help but take a peek at us. Had to know what it was we were doin’ that’s makin’ ya moan so sweetly.” He said, barely audible to you, but it was loud enough for you to whimper.
He’s thrusting a little harsher now, your slick coating both of your thighs at the sudden visitor.
Bucky then looked at you, winking before wrapping a hand around your neck and fucking you into a bliss-filled oblivion that nearly made you cry in pleasure.
The room is hot, air thick as Bucky smirks and kisses your neck.
“Go get cleaned up, honey. Then we’ll cuddle and think ‘bout a late night round two.” He says and you nod, knowing that a warm shower is exactly what you need.
You’re throwing on a shirt of Bucky’s, quickly tip toeing into the small and cramped bathroom before starting the water.
Steve, on the other hand, is full of shame and guilt.
It was so wrong, he was a fucking peeping Tom.
The kind of man you warn people about.
He felt gross, or at least he wanted to feel gross.
Something inside of him couldn’t just let him walk by Bucky’s bedroom, hearing her soft moans and his breathy pants.
It made his cock hard. He’d never been touched like that and he doesn’t think he’ll ever touch someone like Bucky touches you.
So he’s in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water with a shaky hand as he hears the floorboards creak under Bucky’s weight.
It’s quiet and tense, “hey, Stevie.”
He doesn’t expect Bucky to be so causal, but then again, he doesn’t expect Bucky to be aware of his dirty little secret.
“Hey Buck.” Steve is finally able to say after a big gulp of water that quenches his throat and gives him a voice.
Bucky just walks further into the kitchen, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers and it makes Steve nervous.
So nervous that he can feel the heat rising to his neck and cheeks and he hates the effect Bucky has on him.
Okay, that’s a lie. He loves it. Loves is so goddamn much that he thinks not only of Bucky’s girl, but Bucky himself.
Bucky doesn’t saying anything else, instead, he just steps closer to Steve until he’s right in front of the man and towering over him.
“Hey Stevie,” this time, his name sounds much softer coming from the older man’s mouth.
Steve nods his head in response, not trusting his voice right now.
Bucky smirks, just ever so slightly as he runs his tongue across his bottom, “next time, ya don’t have to watch. You can jus’ join us.”
Steve feels his heart drop to his stomach in both anxiety, panic, and excitement as he’s fishing for his inhaler at the sudden spike of his heart rate and the sudden unevenness of his breathing.
Bucky shakes his head, chuckling softly and clamps a hand over the younger man’s shoulder, “’m serious, Stevie. She thinks you’re cute, would love to have you join.”
But he doesn’t believe him, shaking his head, “this isn’t a funny joke, Bucky.”
Bucky rolls his eyes at the naiveness of his best friend.
“S’not a joke, you jerk.” He says with nothing but love, “think about it, yeah?”
He doesn’t let the smaller man respond, instead, turning on his heels to head back to the bedroom leaving Steve to his own thoughts.
When you emerge from the shower, naked and in nothing but a towel, you catch Steve in the kitchen.
“Oh, hey Stevie!” You chirp, watching him try to avert his eyes to the floor as you softly giggle, “goodnight, Stevie.” Before slipping into the bedroom where Bucky is lounging on the bed.
“I told him he could join us,” Bucky says nonchalantly, folding his hands behind his head as he watches you change into your sleepwear.
“What did he say?” You ask, pulling your shirt over your head, “he didn’t believe me.”
You furrow your eyebrows as Bucky just shrugs his shoulders, “maybe I just need to talk to him.” You suggest and it brings a wicked gleam to Bucky’s eyes.
“Yeah? You that excited ‘bout Stevie joinin’ us?” Bucky teases you, pulling you into the bed as you act innocent and coy about it.
It wasn’t until the next night when you, Bucky, and Steve were all in the kitchen as you watched Steve scribbling in his sketchbook.
He was using it as a distraction because God did he have trouble from his dick getting hard around you.
You smelled so good, like blooming flowers, and were always so kind to him.
Bucky was watching you both, mind wandering elsewhere and he had to readjust himself as he cleared his throat.
Having the both of you? Well, it was a fucking dream to him.
That’s when you sighed, unsure of what came over you as you turned to Steve and furrowed your eyebrows.
“Why don’t you wanna join Buck and I in the bedroom?”
Steve choked on his spit. He actually choked and coughed until he was red and well, at least it covered up his blush.
“I-I didn’t think Bucky was bein’ serious,” he mumbled meekly, not daring to make eye contact with you.
“But do you want to?” You asked, hoping to get the answer you were looking for.
Steve didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head feeling ashamed of himself.
He looked so cute, innocent, and soft.
You hooked a finger under his chin, smiling at him all while Bucky was watching you both with a proud smirk.
That’s my girl, Bucky thought.
“Stevie, I would love for you to join us. We could all have fun,” you whispered, leaning into him, “I think I could show you something you’d really like.”
Steve swore he stopped breathing. Or that he was having a heart attack. Some sort of delusional breakdown where he was hearing what he wanted to hear.
Except he wasn’t and your hand was now on his thigh.
“Whaddaya say, Stevie?” Bucky chimed in, cocking his head to the side, “wanna join us for a night?”
God yes, he wanted to scream. But he didn’t, choosing to look back at you and nod his head, “yeah.”
He sounded so small, he was so small and you wanted to take care of him.
The three of you stood up, taking Steve’s hand as Bucky lead you all to the bedroom and shut the door.
Steve looked so out of place, standing in the middle of the room as Bucky placed his hand on the small of his back to lead him towards the bed.
“S’okay, baby.” Bucky purred, Steve already reeling at the pet-name as he sat beside you.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly and you wondered if he was going to have an asthma attack because of the way his breathing was so uneven.
“Do you wanna kiss me, Stevie?” You asked him, placing a hand on his as he looked to Bucky almost for permission.
“I-I don’t know how. I’ve never kissed anyone,” Steve mumbled, Bucky pouting as he came to stand in front of you.
“Here,” Bucky said, tilting your chin up. “How ‘bout you watch us and then you can try, yeah?”
Steve whimpered, nodding enthusiastically before Bucky’s lips sealed yours. It was a deep kiss, his tongue ending up in your mouth as he cradled your face and fuck was Bucky a good kisser.
“Now you,” Bucky smiled at Steve, “go on.” He encouraged the blonde man as you turned your body to him.
He was so hesitant, but you could see just how much he wanted it by the way his pants were tenting.
When your lips connected with his, he relaxed, slowly easing into the kiss. You took the lead on it, cupping his face before you heard a soft moan.
“Good boy,” Bucky purred, making Steve’s breath stutter as he pulled away with glossy eyes.
“You did so good,” Bucky praised, the effects of it also rubbing off on you as you squirmed a little in your seat.
The older, brunet man took a second to look at you both. Taking in the way Steve looks like he’s ready to burst while you were begging Bucky with your eyes to touch you.
“Baby?” Bucky questions and Steve immediately perks up before looking back down at the floor in shame.
“S-sorry,” he quickly mumbles out but Bucky just takes a step closer to him and hooks an index finger under his chin.
“What for? I was talkin’ to you, baby.” He repeats the pet name just to watch the way Steve nearly pouts in anticipation.
“Look at me, Stevie,” he says. “I need you to tell me exactly what you want. And don’t be shy.”
You know you’ve got a wet patch on your panties right now, the exchange between the two men a wild fantasy coming to life.
Steve looks at you, then back at Steve…then back to you.
But this time, he can’t drop his head. Not with Bucky’s strong finger under it. He’s forced to look at Bucky as he tells him what he wants.
“I-I don’t wanna b-be a virgin anymore,” he whispers, cheeks so red you’d think it was the dead of winter outside and he just came back from the shop.
Bucky cocks his head, “s’that all, baby boy?”
He knows that Steve wants more. He can see it in his hungry eyes, but he just needs to hear Steve say it.
Steve shakes his head, “no.”
He’s shy, or maybe he’s embarrassed, but that doesn’t cut it for Bucky.
“Well then be a good boy and tell me what it is.” Bucky almost scolds and it makes Steve whimper ever so slightly.
He takes a deep breath, eyes darting around the room before they’re finally settled back on Bucky’s deep blues.
Just rip of the bandaid Stevie, tell him. It’ll be worth it, I promise you think to yourself.
“I-I want,” his voice is hoarse. “Maybe, I don’t know, what if uh,” he then turns his head to look at you.
This about you now.
“I was wonderin’ if um, you could do that uh, thing with your mouth. But on me?” He squeaks out the last part of the sentence.
You grin, “you want me to give you a blowjob, Stevie?”
He swallows thickly, unable to do anything but nod his head.
Something then changes in the air, because Bucky is pulling you up and stripping you nearly naked.
“You’ve gotta do the rest, baby,” he cooes at Steve.
The rest being your fucking underwear.
Steve looks like he’s gone into shock, staring at your tits with an open mouth as he splutters none sense out.
It’s incoherent ramblings, but he finds the strength to stand in front of you.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, eyes meeting yours.
You nod your head, “‘course it’s okay, Steve.”
He licks his lips, your hands leading his fingers to hook under your panties and slide them all the way down your legs.
He tries to hide it with a cough, but his cock twitching in his pants is the dead giveaway as you stand fully naked with Steve in front of you and Bucky behind you.
“First things first,” Bucky smirks, throwing you onto the bed as you giggle.
“You’re gonna learn how to eat a girl out, Stevie.” Bucky grins with a sinister twinkle in his eyes as both men watch you get comfortable on the bed and spread your legs.
Bucky hums at your actions, “she’s such a good girl, Stevie. You wouldn’t believe the things she lets me do to her.”
He’s right. Steve wouldn’t believe it. He would probably thing it’s one big joke that you’re playing on him.
“C’mere,” he coaxes, taking the younger man’s hand.
“Do you wanna undress me, baby?” He asks Steve softly, ducking his head down to his level.
Steve nods, “yeah.”
God, his voice is so fucking wrecked already. Dry, raspy, and hoarse as Bucky places Steve’s cold and shaky hands on his chest.
“Go ahead, ‘m all yours.” Bucky whispers and it sends Steve into fucking overdrive as you see him reeling at the words.
Steve is slow, starting with the buttons on Bucky’s shirt as he watches it drop to the floor. He’s a little unsure of the pants, but gets the hang of it once Bucky’s belt is undone.
There’s nothing left but Bucky’s boxers now.
And Steve surprises you both when he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down.
It makes Bucky moan, “fuck. You’re such a good little thing.”
Steve’s confidence doesn’t last much longer, because Bucky’s praise nearly buckles his knees.
You don’t expect it, but Bucky seals his lips against Bucky’s and it makes you throb at how Steve is on his tippy toes and grabbing onto Bucky in any way possible.
“Can you undress me now, Buck?” Steve’s voice is quiet and unsure, but Bucky nods and hums.
“‘Course, baby.” He’s much faster than Bucky was, stripping Steve and leaving you gawk and gasp at the size of him.
“Holy shit,” you mumble. It makes Steve’s eyebrows furrow.
“Am I not enough?” He then asks and you swear you can see tears welling behind his eyes.
You jump off the bed, scrambling to yank Steve against your body before you have his face in your hands.
“Stevie I don’t know how else to say this,” you whisper against his lips, “but you’re fuckin’ huge.”
Your imagination always let you fantasize about Steve, but reality was so, so much better.
When your lips finally press against Steve’s, he’s much more confident. Knowing that it’s good to kiss back, add a little pressure, and maybe slip his tongue into your mouth.
He’s a quick learner, you forgot that about Steve.
You don’t get to indulge much more because Bucky’s getting antsy at the thought of tasting you.
So you’re back in the same position, lying on the bed with your legs spread as Bucky and Steve are between your legs.
Both of them. At the same time.
“Now don’t be shy, okay,” Bucky smirks. “She doesn’t like shy.”
That’s when you feel Bucky’s fingers glide through your folds, “feel how wet she is, Stevie. And all for us.”
You want to keep your eyes open because you want to burn this image into your brain permanently, but it’s so goddamn hard when Steve’s finger joins Bucky’s.
“S’that good?” Steve mumbles and you nod your head, answering for Bucky. “Yeah.”
They tease you a little longer, Steve mimicking whatever Bucky does.
“See this little bundle?” Bucky asks, gently applying pressure to your clit which makes you whine.
Steve just nods, “this is really important, yeah? She loves havin’ my mouth over it.”
Your breathing is becoming erratic, hips gently rocking against their touches and you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet.
“Can,” Steve pauses. “Can you show me?”
Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead, he simply dives in.
You gasp, burying your head into the pillows as Bucky laps at your folds and sucks around your clit.
“S’that easy,” Bucky says slightly breathless.
And now it’s Steve’s turn. He’s shaky, hands slightly clammy and cold, but his cock his is too stiff to care about anything than your pussy.
He’s gentle, a different kind of gentle than Bucky, but it feels so good.
Bucky’s crawling up the bed, lying right beside you as he kisses you. The same lips that are still coated in your slick and it makes you moan as you wrap your hand around Bucky’s cock.
“Look at Stevie, baby girl.” He purrs, “look at him between your legs.”
Steve is exploring, his tongue gliding adventurously as you spit out a strangled moan when he finds your clit.
By accident or not, it feels fucking amazing.
“Stevie,” you whimper against Bucky’s lips.
“Mmm, bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Steve buried in your cunt?” Bucky whispers just loud enough for the younger man to hear.
You nod, whining as your hips rut against Steve’s face.
“Good ‘nough to cum, I bet.” Bucky taunts you, fingers playing with your nipples.
“Make a mess over Stevie’s face, let him taste you.” Bucky growls, pushing you over the edge as your legs shake around Steve’s head.
You don’t want this feeling to end, but you know you’re just getting started when Bucky slinks back down the bed to be beside Steve.
Both their cocks are hard, standing proud against their abdomens as Bucky wraps his hand around Steve’s.
His breathing stutters when he does, head falling.
“You like makin’ her cum, Stevie? Tastin’ her and havin’ her legs shake ‘round your head?” Bucky questions softly.
He nods his head, “mhmm.”
Bucky let’s go of Steve’s cock, watching him whimper at the loss of contact, “lay back, baby.”
It’s your turn to have your mouth on Steve, something that you’re salivating at when you get between his legs.
“Just relax, okay?” You whisper with gentle eyes as Steve gets comfortable against the very same pillows you were on.
They probably still smell like you.
The bed squeaks with the disappearance of Bucky’s weight, now on his feet as he goes to stand behind you.
“Go on, sweet girl,” he bends his body over yours to place a kiss to each of your shoulder blades.
“Show Stevie what that mouth feels like. I bet he’s been wantin’ to know after the months of listenin’ to my moans.”
A shiver erupts down your spine, grabbing the bases of Steve’s cock and licking a stripe up it.
That alone is enough to have him whimpering.
That’s when Bucky gentle enters you, filling you up inch by inch and stretching you out as you wrap your lips around Steve.
He’s gone. Eyes shut tight, breathing completely erratic as you hollow your cheeks as Bucky fucks you from behind.
“Oh Stevie,” Bucky moans, low and raspy. “Can’t wait for you to feel her cunt. How wet and tight it is.”
It makes your walls flutter around him, “fuck.”
The soft swear comes so naturally from Steve’s lips and it’s not often you hear him swear so loosely.
Steve’s gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles have turned white, desperately trying to hold back his inevitable orgasm.
“Okay, darling,” Bucky purrs, “that’s enough, let’s give Steve some time to catch his breath.”
He stills, deep inside of you before pulling out leaving you feeling empty.
Steve is waiting for Bucky’s next instruction, not daring to move a muscle before he’s been given permission.
“Are you ready, baby?” Bucky cooes, helping Steve behind you as you lay your face in the sheets.
Steve is practically vibrating from excitement, heart hammering in his chest.
“M’gonna help you, yeah?” Bucky whispers in Steve’s ear as he wraps his hand around Steve’s cock.
“Put your hands on her hips, baby. She likes ‘em gripped.” You hum, wiggling your ass as Bucky chuckles, “look at her, so excited.”
He presses a kiss to the younger man’s shoulder, soothing his breathing before he’s lining Steve up with your entrance.
Steve whimpers, curling his fingers deeper against your skin. Bucky let’s go of Steve’s cock, taking a step back to watch.
“How’s she feel, baby?” Bucky whispers, quickly back on the bed with his cock in his hand in front of your mouth.
Steve whimpers, “s’good.” He chokes out.
“Open up, darling.” Bucky says to you, tapping his cock on your lips as you’re on all fours.
Steve’s rhythm isn’t nearly as good as Bucky’s, but you have a feeling that he’s just trying not to cum.
Your lips are around Bucky’s cock, the feeling is familiar as the sound of wet, slapping skin fills the room.
It’s filthy, messy, so incredibly taboo that it makes your stomach flutter in excitement.
“‘M gon-na,” Steve hiccups, “cum.”
And he does seconds later, stuttering hips slamming messily against yours as he pumps you full.
Bucky’s set off by watching Steve cum inside of you, his girl, abdominal muscles tightening before he cums and spills his seed down your throat.
The three of you fall into bed, tangled limbs and sticky skin but there’s nowhere any of you would rather be.
You’re in between both men, holding Steve while Bucky holds you. It’s a tight fit, but that’s just an excuse to hold each other even closer.
What you don’t realize, is that your time with them would be cut far, far too short.
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Share Your Blessings • Mob!Steve x Reader x Mob!Bucky
Summary: Bucky's always known that you're his biggest blessing. A God-sent angel from above. Who's he to keep you all to himself?
Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Reader established relationship, Mob!Steve x Reader, smut (buck gets cucked, daddy kink, degradation kink, oral sex, penetrative sex, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie, objectification, fingering, spitting, blowjob, face fucking), slight angst, aftercare and fluff.
dedicated to @chirsevans just because
Steve loves coming over to yours for dinner. There's something about the dynamic between you and Bucky that relaxes him. Although you've been together for almost three years now, it's as though you're still in the honeymoon period.
"I don't think it's properly set," You say with a pout as you observe your cheesecake.
Just before your eyes have the chance to fill with tears, Bucky wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, kissing your cheek. "It looks incredible, flower. Doesn't it, Steve?"
"Oh, absolutely," Steve replies immediately, watching as Bucky pulls a smile from your pretty lips with a kiss to your cheek.
Once the sloppy cheesecake has been eaten, the three of you retire to one of the big couches in the living room. Bucky sits facing the left with you on his lap, and Steve takes his place on the other end. The fireplace warms up the room as the three of you bask in each other's presence.
"So I tell him; get it right this time, or you'll never be employed in New York again," Steve finishes off his story with a sordid smirk.
"You're so mean, Steven," You say teasingly, resting your feet on his lap. "You oughta treat people nicer."
"I treat you plenty nice, don't I?" He asks with a raised brow, making you laugh.
"Honey," Bucky whispers, lifting your chin up. "Give me a kiss."
You comply, reaching up to kiss him. His hand cups your neck while his tongue slips into your mouth. He usually isn't one for public displays of affection, but you welcome it.
When you pull away, you look back at Steve who was seemingly watching you the whole time. With a smirk, you raise a brow. "Enjoy the show, perv?" You press your foot gently against his inner thigh, dangerously close to his semi-hard boner.
Bucky just chuckles from behind you. He doesn't mind what a flirt you are when it comes to Steve, as Steve is the one who introduced you two to each other due to your flirty nature, knowing you and Bucky were suited. If you weren't so open and forward, Bucky might not have ever met you.
When Steve says nothing in response, you frown. "You okay, Stevie?"
Bucky brings his mouth to your ear and loudly whispers, "I think he's feeling left out."
A laugh leaves your mouth, before you sit up against Bucky's chest. "Come kiss me then."
Steve falters. Did you really just say that? He looks to Bucky for permission, but the brunette just shoots him a wink. Taking that as his green light, Steve leans over to you and gives you a soft peck on your lips. Admittedly, the alcohol in his system is making him more confident than usual.
You sigh when he pulls away all too soon. "A real kiss, Steven."
Once again, he looks to Bucky for approval who gives him a nod. Crawling over to you, Steve brings his lips to yours, kissing you deeper this time. You open your mouth and allow his tongue to slip and slide against yours as you let out soft whimpers. The kiss is hot and passionate, and the fact that your boyfriend is watching only makes it hotter.
Bucky's hand slowly slides under your dress and to your panties. Pushing them to the side, he rubs his fingers over your clit, making you shudder. "Fuck, Steve, you're making her so wet," He groans as the two of you pull away from the kiss. With a smirk, Bucky presses his cheek against yours and looks up at Steve. "It's only right that you taste it."
Overtaken by desire, Steve wastes no time in ripping your panties apart and burying his face between your legs. His tongue laps at your cunt, making your back arch against Bucky. Bucky's hand finds yours and your fingers interlock while you moan out. You've never discussed the idea of doing anything sexual with anyone else, but the spontaneity of the moment only fuels your pleasure.
"Just like that, Steve," You whine. "Eating my pussy so good."
"You like that, you little slut?" Bucky mutters into your ear. "You like having another man tasting what's mine?"
"Mmm, fuck," You groan, running your hand through Steve's hair as he sucks on your clit. "Keep going, please."
Steve happily obliges, swirling his tongue over your folds and poking it into your entrance, fucking you with it as his thumb rubs your clit. The absurdity of the fact that Steve is eating you out while Bucky whispers what a slut you are brings you to your orgasm quicker than ever, and your thighs squeeze Steve's head.
His face reddens at the lack of oxygen, but he doesn't care for breathing right now. He consumes your pussy juices with vigor, growling against you. In seconds, you cum all over his face, letting out a scream. Steve groans loudly, sucking every drop of your juice he can get. You loosen your thighs, allowing him to pull away and catch his breath.
"Fuck," You and Steve say at the same time, both of you breathing heavily.
With a dark look in his eyes, Bucky wraps his arm around your chest, staring up at Steve. "You need to know what the inside of my little whore's pussy feels like," He tells the blonde darkly. "When you have it wrapped around your cock..." He trails off, letting out a sigh. "Fuck. You'll have a taste of heaven, Rogers."
With his eyes on you, Steve pulls out his hard, swollen cock, making you gasp. You clutch onto Bucky's forearm, blinking. "Daddy, it's so big," You tell him with a whisper before looking up at him. "Bigger than yours."
Bucky smirks at your words, getting off on them. "It's okay," He assures you softly. "You'll take it for Mr. Rogers, won't you?"
Swallowing thickly, you nod. "Yes, daddy."
Bucky grins and gives you a sweet kiss. "Good girl."
Steve brings his cock to your pussy, teasingly rubbing it up and down, coating it in your slick. Once his shaft is covered, he sinks it into you, making you cry out. He's a little thicker than Bucky, stretching your pussy out as he fills you up.
"Daddy," You whimper, looking up at Bucky. "It hurts so good."
He chuckles darkly, stroking your hair. "Such a fucking slut, aren't you? Look at you; letting another man inside you like a little cockwhore."
His words fill you with delight. When Steve feels your cunt flutter around him, can no longer hold back. He begins pounding in and out of you, gripping your hips in his hands.
"Fuck, princess," Steve moans, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and fucking you deeper. "You were right, Buck. This is fucking heaven."
Bucky smirks, filled with pride. "Good little fuckdoll, isn't she?"
Steve groans loudly, pumping his cock in and out of you while you let out feeble cries. "You're a lucky man, Barnes," He grunts. "Got this pretty little thing at your beck and call, every damn day."
Kissing your cheek, Bucky smiles, stroking your hair. "She's such a good little girl for me. Baby, look at me," He orders gently, tilting your chin towards him. Once your eyes lock, he lowers his voice. "I adore you."
Your pussy tightens at his soft words, making Steve groan as his hips move faster. The tip of his cock hits your cervix, making you feel faint with each thrust. Bucky's gentle cheek kisses keep you grounded, and before long, you feel the familiar knot build up in your core.
"Please, daddy, can I cum?" You ask Bucky, tightening your grip on his hand.
He looks up at Steve with an arrogant grin. "I've trained her well, haven't I?"
"Daddy, please," You whine desperately as your hips buck up. "I'm so close."
Steve pummels into you harder and faster, rubbing your nipples through your cotton dress.
"You can cum, baby," Bucky grants you, cradling your upper body in his arms. "Cum all over Mr. Rogers' cock, like the desperate little slut you are."
"Thank you, daddy," You cry out before letting go and letting your orgasm take over. Your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you gasp, letting out pretty little moans.
Steve takes in how beautiful you are in this moment, and it makes him cum with no warning. His forehead falls forward to lean against yours and with a growl, he cums deep inside your pussy, filling you with his hot seed.
"Oh, princess," He groans under his breath, giving you a kiss. "So fucking perfect."
Bucky strokes your arm and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you float down from your high. "I'm so proud of you, babygirl," He mumbles with a smile. "Did so well for daddy."
Meanwhile, Steve stands up and collects himself, zipping up his pants and putting on his suit jacket. When he looks back down at you and your eyes meet in an intense gaze, he reaches out his hand. "Give me a kiss goodbye, princess."
Seeing the soft smile on Bucky's face as his approval, you get up onto your knees and reach up as much as you can. Steve meets you halfway, bending forwards to kiss you deeply. His hands trail down your body until they reach your legs, which he pulls up and wraps around his waist. As your tongues dance, Steve lifts up your dress and spanks your ass, making you gasp. He slaps your ass a few more times, making you whimper into the kiss.
"Calm down now, Rogers," Bucky says sternly, leaning back on the couch and taking a sip from his glass of bourbon.
Steve brushes his lips against yours, smirking. "I bet you miss my cock already, don't you?"
Instantly shy, you hide your face in his chest as your cheeks heat up. Steve gives Bucky a cocky wink, but the brunette stays calm.
"She knows where she belongs," Bucky utters coolly.
"Is that right?" Steve asks with a raised brow, before lifting up your chin. "You know where you belong, princess?"
You nod meekly, with your hands resting on his shoulders. "Mhm."
"And where's that?" He asks with a mutter.
You smile widely before looking over at Bucky. "With daddy," You say bashfully.
Bucky's lips curl up slightly and he gives you a wink.
When you feel Steve's hand trailing over your ass and back down to your pussy, you gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He slips his fingers back into your soaking cunt, letting out a low groan. "I can feel my cum inside you, princess," He whispers, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Filled you up good, didn't I?"
"M- Mr. Rogers," You breathe out, digging your nails into his shoulders. "Please."
The sound of your pussy sucking his digits fills the room as he fingers you sloppily, making his cum and your juices drip down your thighs. You bite down on his shoulder in an effort to hide your moans, but when he curls his fingers inside you, you can't help but moan his name.
"That's it, princess," He says softly, fingering you faster. "Cum one more time for me. Show me what a good slut you really are."
Bucky watches on in silence, seeing the way your face contorts so beautifully as his cock throbs against his pants.
When Steve curls his fingers again and just hits that spot, you feel the string snap and immediately tighten your legs around his waist. "I'm cumming," You tell him with a cry as your third orgasm hits you like a wave, drenching you in pleasure.
He continues sliding his fingers in and out of you as your cunt throbs against them, making him groan. "Fuck, princess, your pussy is gold."
You let out a few shuddered breaths against his neck as you come down, utterly weak and broken apart.
Looking over at Bucky, Steve raises a brow. "You sure I can't take your fucktoy home for the night? I promise I won't break it."
Having reached the extent of his graciousness, Bucky stands up. "In your fucking dreams, Rogers."
Gently, Steve puts you down on the ground, holding onto your hands while you find your strength. "Goodnight, pretty princess," He mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Goodnight, Mr. Rogers," You reply sweetly.
Him and Bucky share a silent nod and Steve then walks out, leaving the two of you alone.
Walking over to you, Bucky lifts you up into his arms and carries you to your bedroom. There, he sits you down on the bed before turning to the walk-in closet to find you both some pyjamas. When he doesn't say anything, you feel your heart thud in your chest.
Nervously, you kneel on the bed and lean forward off the edge. "Daddy?" You ask quietly, biting your lip. "Are you mad?"
He returns with a pile of clothing with a frown on his face. "Why would I be mad, baby?" He asks you softly, sitting next to you and pulling you closer to him.
Bashfully, you look down and play with your fingers. "I- I let him cum inside me."
"Oh, baby, look at me," He says soothingly, cupping your face and making you look up at him with a sympathetic look on his face. "Isn't that what you were made for, hmm? Being a good little cumdump?"
You giggle at his words, nodding. "Yes, daddy."
"That's right," He replies, wrapping his arm around you. "You did so well for daddy tonight."
"I did?" You ask timidly.
"So fucking well, made me so proud," He promises, making your heart swell before giving you a sweet kiss. "I love you."
His words light you up and you grin warmly at him. "I love you more," You promise, before slowly trailing your finger down his chest and to his crotch. Before you have a chance to rub his boner, he takes hold of your wrist.
"No, baby, you've had a long night," He whispers, kissing your cheek. "I want you to rest."
"No," You whine, rubbing his boner anyway as he sucks in a breath. "I wanna make sure you know where I belong," You tell him coyly, before dropping down to your knees and looking up at him with an innocent look. "Right here."
He can't protest any further as you take his throbbing cock out of his pants and into your hand. Tilting your head, you open your mouth wide, not needing to say a single word for him to know what you want.
Leaning forward, Bucky pouts his lips together and lets a long string of his spit fall out and onto your tongue. He strokes your hair before spitting into your mouth once more, his eyes darkening.
You close your mouth and swallow his saliva before wrapping your lips around his cock, immediately taking him deep into your throat. Bucky lets out a loud groan as you begin to suck him off, hollowing your cheeks around him.
"Oh, fuck, so good," He cries out, leaning back on his palm while his other hand takes hold of your hair, helping you bob up and down. With a growl, he forces you further down and begins fucking your face, his cock twitching each time you gag.
You bring up your hand and start playing with his balls, rubbing and squeezing them. Bucky lets out glorious noises as you utterly overwhelm him with pleasure. He cups your face in both his hands, wiping away the tears that escape your eyes.
"Such a good little slut for me," He groans lowly. "My perfect little fucktoy."
You moan onto his cock and the vibrations are enough to send him over the edge. With a cry of your name, Bucky cums into your throat, his hips bucking up as he fucks into your mouth sloppily. You make sure to swallow every drop, and continue sucking him once he's done. He shivers at the sensation, his sensitive dick being sucked dry by your talented mouth.
"My good little cumdump," He whispers, slightly convulsing when you finally pull your mouth off of him.
Grabbing your arms, he pulls you up onto his lap, kissing you. His tongue laps at the residual cum on your lips as he swallows his own seed, moaning into your mouth. Your tongues stroke one another and he cradles you in his arm, falling backwards to lie on his back while you straddle his chest.
"Such a good little girl," He whispers, stroking your back. "So good to daddy, aren't you?"
You kiss his neck, wrapping your arms around him. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you more," Bucky instantly replies, believing that he truly means it. "There's absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do for you, my pretty girl. Nothing."
Clutching him tighter, you snuggle into him, warm in his tight embrace. The pile of pyjamas lay forgotten, sprawled out on the floor, as the two of you slip into a deep slumber.
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—lay me in the tall-grown grass in a shallow grave; steve rogers & bucky barnes
pairing: steve rogers x black!reader x bucky barnes
word count: 14175
warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, threesome, throat fucking, anal sex, butt stuff, face slapping, hand jobs, blow jobs, male masturbation, size kink, degradation, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, cum play, double penetration
squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo C5: bucky/steve ; @steverogersbingo B1: the serum enhances his senses beyond measure ; @star-spangled-bingo G1: "well, home is home, you know"
request: "there's no way anyone is that innocent" + breeding kink + praise kink
author note: so, this is a month overdue but this is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 2 years of darkness challenge! this kicked my ass, but it finally came together thanks to some porn (please familiarize yourselves with owen grey and small hands) and @tropicalcap beautiful imagination. please enjoy :)
line divider by @whimsicalrogers ; title inspired by lord huron long lost
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Steve tosses the two slices of wood towards the rest of the pile and places a new log on the tree stump in front of him. The sun beats down on his bare back, sweat dripping from his brow, down his nose, slipping right off the tip and splatting on the wood underneath him. He shakes his head slightly and then wipes at his forehead out of irritation with the back of his hand to get the long blonde strands of hair out of his face.
Hot air pushes out of his mouth before he heaves the axe back into the air, his right hand sliding down the handle as the blade slices through the air. Thwack. The wood splinters in two, throwing small, broken pieces into the air as the halves fall to the ground. He bends to pick them up, tosses them into the pile and starts all over again with a new log.
There’s movement in the corner of his eye— an ornery Bucky Barnes moving past, pulling a tattered old shirt over his head as he heads towards the stream. He had a long night. Nightmares filled with old ghosts. The countless faces and screams of his victims. A rather harrowing fight with Steve after Bucky shot up out of his bed, unfamiliar with his surroundings. Unfamiliar with Steve. Now they have a broken kitchen table, two chairs— each with a random amount of legs— four busted doors, and now he’s got to figure out how to board up the windows.
Bucky seems better this morning, quiet, but that’s not unusual— even apologized over his bowl of corn flakes for slipping the night before. Not that it’s his fault, and Steve would never blame him, but getting rid of the seventy year HYDRA influence is proving to be harder than what he thought.
“I thought you wanted to cut your hair?” Steve calls, cutting his eyes towards the rotting tree stump as Bucky sheds out of his pants.
Steve tosses his eyes back in time to catch Bucky shrug before he steps into the cool water, hissing soft at the abrupt temperature change, “I’m not rushing,” Steve answers quick, “It’s just… we can’t go around looking like Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes anymore.”
“America’s golden boy and his unstable, untrustworthy, can’t be rehabilitated, murder buddy, you mean?”
Steve places a hand on his hip, eyes furrowing as he watches Bucky float aimlessly in the water, blinking slow towards the sky, “That’s not who you are, Buck.”
“That’s exactly who I am,” Bucky bites back, cutting his eyes back to Steve, “No matter how bad you want to, you can’t—” Bucky’s words stick in his throat when Steve turns away abruptly, then holds up his hand to silence him, “What is it?”
Steve turns his head slightly, listening. Bucky stands, pushing the water off of his head as he runs his hands over his hair, “What is it?”
Steve takes a breath, something sweet— perfume— filling his nose, “Someone’s here.”
“Just one,” Steve mumbles, his breaths getting deeper as the smell intensifies, “But it’s not—”
“A couple of miles, maybe three or four,” he reaches out, catching Bucky by the arm as he rushes by, “Buck, wait.”
“I can take one guy, Steve. I just don’t want to do it naked.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s not someone from the Government.”
Bucky huffs, clenching his jaw as he stares at Steve, “HYDRA then?”
All Steve can do is shake his head, “HYDRA doesn’t wear perfume.”
You squint as you drive slow, pinching the handwritten directions between your fingers and the steering wheel. The paperweight you call an iphone lost its wifi connection hours ago, and then actually died several miles back, so it’s just you, a sheet of paper with half ass instructions scribbled on it, and your car venturing down a gravel, overgrown road. You’ve lost count how many times you’ve literally prayed to every God you know that you don’t get a flat— because, you know, that happens to stupid girls like you that just take off without telling a soul you’re leaving.
The radio fades in and out as you go, more static than music. Quick eyes dart around from side to side, finding nothing more than the lush of trees and grass and a few pops of color from random wildflowers. A frazzled mind screams at you. This is crazy, you’re crazy… but you dull the voice and just grip the wheel harder. You blink, cutting your eyes to the passenger seat, the deed to your new home staring back at you.
You tear your eyes away, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you press numb fingers into your temple and rest your elbow on the door. Funerals always made you queasy, no matter whose it was. This one happened to be for a long lost aunt, who you knew nothing about but she somehow knew a lot about you. Her love for you, a child she never laid eyes on physically, shown through every word she wrote in her will.
To my beloved niece. I leave the oldest, most precious heirloom in our history. The very house where our lineage began some two hundred years ago. Take care of it, thrive in it, let it inspire you. For you are more than you’ll ever know. Aunt Bea.
For you are more than you’ll ever know
Tears sting the backs of your eyes just having the words flit around in your brain again. With the backs of your fingers, you rub your lips trying to fight the urge to cry. The gravel road and trees in front of you go blurry as you tighten your hand on the wheel. You just need to get there. Maybe fix it up a bit, make it yours, start a garden. Become one with nature… because you honestly can’t handle having life run you over anymore and you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired all the time.
If you ever needed a reset button, it’s now and this house is it.
There’s a slight turn in the road. You take it slowly and then, just like it was dropped out of the sky, there it is. Home.
Long, green vines slither up the sides, the grass and wildflowers probably as high as your hip. An old, weathered rocking chair sits in the corner of the porch, a small flower pot with a long dead plant right next to the door. The roof a little lopsided, weighed down underneath an overgrown tree, and two of the three steps leading to the porch look to be rotted, but a smile covers your face anyway as you stare out of the windshield.
There’s a bond between you and this old house already. A strength is here, a warmth— the air even smells sweeter as you exit your little Volvo. Generation after generation of your family have walked in this grass, worked this land, and now it’s all yours. Even though you don’t know these people, a need to make them proud fills your chest.
You grab your suitcase and move to the front porch, barely navigating the rotten steps before your high heel gets stuck in a hole in one of the boards. Who needs four inch heels out in the woods anyway. The boards on the porch creek and squeak as you move towards the front door, more of them needing to be replaced than not.
One, two, three jams of your hip against the door later, and you’re finally inside. Stagnant dust fills the air from all of the new movement, but you breathe a sigh of relief. The inside is definitely in better shape than the outside. White sheets cover the furniture, and beneath a layer of dust is brand new wood flooring. The kitchen has a new sink, and a relatively in shape refrigerator. A toaster still in the box sits atop the granite countertop.
Great uncle Ernest was busy when this was all his.
You run your fingers over the countertop as you move towards the back door just off to the right of the refrigerator. As you pull it open, the top hinge gives, separating from the rotting door frame, sending rusted nails and the hinge itself to the floor. A loud thud sounds through the house when the bottom of the door slams against the floor, leaving you to jump back and shout, clutching your chest all the while.
Alright, so great uncle Earnest didn’t get as far in with the renovations as he’d planned. Nothing you can’t handle.
You push through the screen door (where most of the screen is missing) and find yourself on an uneven, boards missing back porch. With a hop, skip, and a jump for fear of falling straight through, you’re standing in the backyard, pulling off your pumps so you can feel the dirt and grass. You blink slow, hands on your hips, staring back at your fixer upper, the reality of it all starting to swirl.
It’s gonna take a lot— money, time, effort— to get this place livable after sitting vacant for almost five years. You’re also no handyman. How the fuck do you replace a door? Where do you get a door? Does Amazon even deliver this far out?
Heavy hands fall to your sides as you let out a huff. Don’t start, you chide yourself, you wanted a sign and you got one. Take that shit and quit complaining.
Plus, it’s Amazon. They deliver everywhere.
The rush of water starts to fill your ears, fading in as you start to pay attention to the chirps of birds and buzzes of little insects. Bare, manicured feet start stepping through the wild, tall grass, black French tipped fingers brushing it off to the side as you pass through.
Low hanging branches scrape along your head, old apples from a ripening, unattended apple tree litter the ground as you step into damp dirt. Whatever thoughts you had mere moments before, fuck off back into the depths of your brain as your eyes settle on the rushing stream just a few feet away. The water is clear, rippling and burbling, little green and blue fish swimming along.
The earth fills your nose, the grass, the dirt, the water— you’ll learn how to fish. You’ll learn how to install a door, and how to rip up old slats, and replace broken windows.
Because you’re supposed to be here.
Two sets of blue eyes peer through leaves and broken branches, Bucky standing behind Steve as they gaze.
“You seen her out here before?”
Steve shakes his head soft, eyes trailing down your frame as you stand at the water's edge, “No. I didn’t even know there was a house down this far,” He blinks again, “It’s hidden,” the words hesitate, “By um, by all the trees.”
Bucky slides his eyes to the back of Steve’s head before moving up beside him. He inhales deep, pulling in the sweet rose scent of your perfume, the soft undertones of vanilla and… strawberry? Maybe a concoction of body wash and body butter. It’s enticing, sending him right back to 1943. Dorothy… Dolores… Dot… smelled just like you. Hell, he can still hear that cute little giggle, feel those soft tits pressed right up against his chest as his big hands hugged those hips while she danced.
He knows Steve smells it too— if not more of you. Steve can probably hear your heart beating. Maybe smell the lingering traces of a man; cologne, aftershave, or just the musk of him.
Bucky cuts his eyes towards Steve again and just knows Steve can smell your pretty, sweet little cunt. Smell your slick— can practically taste it on the tip of his tongue. Smell the smallest bit of perspiration on your skin as the sun beats down on you out here. Hear you swallow behind those plump, mauve colored lips.
It’s moments like these that make Bucky jealous. He’d take Steve’s perfected serum over his clipped poison any day.
Then his mind really goes, but that’s nothing new for Bucky. Once a flirt, always a flirt— no matter how much HYDRA is in him. The soft, thick meat of your hips in his calloused hands. Pathetic whimpers stuffing his ears. Nipples hard and piqued as he prods at them. That mouth, God that pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock, tears leaking down your cheeks as you slurp him up.
“Don’t start,” a quick clap on the back brings Bucky back, “Come on, Buck.”
Bucky watches Steve turn and take a few steps before he glances back across the stream, blinking at you as you swish your hand back and forth in the water. Knees drawn into your chest, head lolled just to the side, eyes sad and lost.
His cock twitches in his pants.
Steve’s hushed voice breaks through the rushing water and the rustling leaves again, and Bucky tears his eyes away, turning on his heel, “I’m comin, alright? Stow the mom voice.”
“We have to stay to ourselves if this is gonna work.”
“Did I say anything?” Bucky answers quick.
Steve chuckles, pushing a wild branch out of his way as they walk side by side, “You didn’t have to. I saw how you were looking at her.”
“Yeah well,” Bucky starts, eyes darting back and forth as his mind moves back to you, “She’s gonna need help fixing that place up,” he shrugs a few seconds later, feeling Steve’s eyes on the side of his face, “She is, you saw the roof— that back porch.”
“I know she smelled good, Steve. What I could get was incredible, so I know you got every last little sublime detail.”
Steve’s eyes drift, the greens of the grass and leaves, the blue of the sky, the white of the sun rays all blur together as Bucky’s words fade. You’re sweet. Delicate. Soft and ripe— ready for anything, anyone to just take you away. Mark you. Own you.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, scoffing as a smirk lingers on his lips, “You never did like to share, asshole.”
“I’m serious, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It’s been a long time for Steve. Too many days to count, which turned into months, turned to years. He was good at ignoring it at first. Took him years to not let all the sounds, the smells, the visuals overwhelm him— going from barely able to see his own hand in front of his face to correctly identifying a semi-familiar face three hundred feet away in a crowd was… a lot. But he dealt with it over time. The sights, the sounds…
Every now and again though, a smell will get him. Make him weak in the knees. Keep him up at night— and he’ll probably be doing a lot of that tonight. Staying up, that is. Trying not to jerk his cock to the lingering smell of you. To smooth brown skin and plump lips. Long, manicured fingers. Gentle, round eyes. Steve licks his dry lips and tastes the salt on your skin— the little bead of sweat that slipped down your neck and into your cleavage.
“She looks young,” Steve murmurs, clearing his throat.
Bucky rolls his eyes, lips curling into a knowing smile, “Uh huh.”
“She does,” Steve counters quick, “She probably doesn’t even know who we are,” Bucky opens his mouth but Steve cuts him off, “Like, not old enough to remember us.”
Bucky drops his head back, widening his eyes, “Are you stupid? Or are you dumb? You broke me out of a federal prison six months ago, you’d have to be living under a rock to not—”
Steve whips around suddenly, eyes scanning the brush as he gets a whiff of roses and strawberries. Bucky follows suit, perking up as water splashes, leaves crunching with hurried footsteps. Out of habit, he clenches his fists, rolling his shoulders as the silver metal plates on his arm shift.
There’s muffled cursing, a quick squeal and then within the blink of an eye, you’re stumbling out in front of them, wiping at your forehead roughly as you try to find your footing.
“Oh,” you gasp, stopping short when you find two pairs of eyes trained stiffly on you, “Oh, uh, hi,” you smile bright, but quick, the gesture leaving your face as the two men shift their eyes towards each other before returning their gazes to you, “Um, sorry, I heard voices. I, uh,”
“Hi,” Bucky pipes up, offering a soft smile, “I’m Bucky, this is Steve.”
Steve rolls his eyes, his lips parting before they purse as he stares over at the Winter idiot. It’s amazing, really. Six hours ago, Bucky was hurling knives at Steve’s face and reminding him that he is his mission. Put a pretty girl in front of him, he’s a goddamn teddy bear.
You push out a breath, the smile returning to your face, “Hi Bucky, Steve. This is probably really strange,” you laugh, “But um, do you think you could help me? Really quick?” you turn slightly, pointing your thumb over your shoulder, “My backdoor kind of, uh, fell off. Could one of you help me lift it back into place?”
Steve’s mouth opens, fully intent on having words come out of it but all he can do is blink— and then snap his lips closed again. Bucky cuts his eyes towards him. Seventy years and two hundred pounds of FDA approved American meat later, and he still can’t talk to women.
“Sure thing,” a smile nearly splits Bucky’s face in two, “Lead the way.”
You keep your hands wrangled within one another, right thumb pressed into your left palm, rubbing gently as you walk ahead of these two strange men. If your mother could only see you now— inviting two strangers right to your back door. Two strange men that you found walking randomly in the woods. They make slasher films that start out just like this. Dumbass.
But it’s too late now, as you’ve begun to cross the stream— in your heels, cuz, you know, you completely thought this through— and your modest shithole of a cabin in view. You step cautiously into the water, placing one foot slowly in front of the other, hands held out to your sides to balance yourself, but of course—
You stumble, life flashing before your eyes as you start to fall sideways. Before you have a chance to hit the water, there’s a silver hand on your hip, and then another wrapped around your right bicep, keeping you upright and dry.
“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Bucky says, holding you still for a second, “Y’okay, sweetheart?”
With a quick glance over your shoulder and a nervous smile, you nod, “Yeah, th-thanks. This probably wasn’t the best choice of shoes.”
“No… probably not,” he chuckles, “Let me help you across.”
That big hand stays on your hip, the other sliding down your arm before it too lands a little higher up of your waist. You have to clear your throat and blink multiple times to try and focus on getting across the water and not on his firm, yet incredibly gentle grip. His metal fingers flex just a little, tightening, digging just a bit into your skin and hip, before they relax. When you get to the bank, his flesh hand caresses your elbow, holding it gently as he extends his arm to help you up into the grass.
A warmth spreads through your arm and down your body as you walk through the grass. On top of quitting your job and breaking your lease on a whim, you also have not been touched by a man in… let’s not get into that, okay? you gripe at yourself, we’ll work on that later.
“So, umm, yeah,” laughing nervously, you point towards the door, which has now completely fallen off the second and third hinges and laying flat on the floor, “Fuck, it wasn’t like that when I came out here. It was… fuck.”
Steve steps past you and moves just inside the door, eyes on the frame. He reaches up and runs his hand down the rotted wood, his red plaid button down lifting with the motion— exposing a sliver of skin. You instantly take a breath, a slow, deep one before dragging your bottom lip between your teeth. Eager eyes find a smattering of hair, just under his belly button as he reaches higher, shirt creeping up even further as he murmurs more to himself than anyone else.
“Wood’s rotted, so it won’t stay for long, but we can put it up for you for the night at least,” he says after a few moments, his eyes still moving up and down the side jamb, “If you don’t mind us ripping up your back porch, that is.”
You snap your eyes up to his, your brain playing catch up with the words, “Oh, um, why… exactly do you have to rip up the porch?”
“We can take a plank or two from the deck,” Bucky starts, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little, testing the old wood as he eyes it, “and nail ‘em into the rotted piece. Then screw the door into that until you can replace the whole thing.”
You nod, smiling again, “Sure, thanks. I’m planning on redoing the deck anyway. Do you need—” before you can get the words out, Bucky bends, grabbing the end of a random plank with his metal arm. With one swift yank, nails are flying, plopping in the grass as he rips it up and hands it to Steve, “ — a hammer?”
He winks at you, and your stupid stomach flutters, “I got it, honey.”
It’s been too long. The mere sentiments honey and sweetheart have you shaking. Touch starved and praise deprived. What a combo.
“I could use the hammer though,” Steve says, offering a smile, “Or a drill.”
“Right, yeah,” mumbling as you turn on your heel, “One sec.”
After rifling through a few drawers and a supply closet, you find a dead drill but also a pack of batteries, so you hand them over and lean against the fridge to watch. Fingertips prod at your bottom lip slowly as the two men get to work, Bucky deciding to rip a chunk of the rotted wood of the door jamb with his flesh hand this time. The sight makes you take another breath. It’s just so… yeah.
The two of them bicker, playfully, each thinking they know something more about installing a door than the other. Bucky makes another trip to the deck to rip up another board, breaking the damn thing over his knee like it’s a spaghetti noodle to get it to the size Steve needs. Your eyes start to drift again, finding more sun tanned skin as they reach and stretch and bend. Bucky’s tank top leaves little to the imagination— his deltoids and biceps flexing with each little movement.
Veins in Steve’s mammoth hands push up hard against his skin as he drills a repurposed board into the door frame. The arm of his shirt rides up, exposing a forearm covered in dark blonde hair. There you find another vein, prodding against his skin, creeping up his arm.
He’s flushed a little, Steve, his skin fairer than Bucky’s. You can see the red blooming across the top of his chest, across his collar bones, moving up his neck where it disappears into the thick beard on his chin and cheeks— it looks so soft. His beard. Your fingers start to itch, just wanting to feel it.
Bucky’s is lighter. More than stubble, but not a full grown creature just yet. It highlights his sharp jawline and chin; his lips. A little chapped, but pink and full for a man.
“Okay,” Steve huffs, the puff of air pushing his long hair out of his face, “That should do it. It’ll hold until you can get the whole jamb replaced.”
You push away from the fridge, hands and fingers intertwined because their mere presence makes you stupid, “Thank you so much. I wish I had something to offer you, like food or… something, for your help.”
“Oh no, that’s okay,” Steve smiles, running his hand through his hair, “Well, we better—”
“Are you out here all by yourself?” Bucky cuts in, glancing around the kitchen before taking a few more steps inside.
“Yes. I just inherited this place from my great aunt.”
“She passed?” you nod, “Sorry to hear that,” the soft in Bucky’s voice sends a ripple up your spine, “So, you’re gonna renovate this place by yourself? That’s a lot of work by the looks of it.”
You laugh, “Don’t remind me. But, uh, yeah, I’m gonna tackle it all by myself, unless Amazon can deliver a handyman and an electrician.”
“I don’t know about all that,” he chuckles, “but Steve and I can help— if you want, that is. We’re not doing much these days.”
Both you and Steve stare at him like he’s suddenly sprouted another head, “Oh no, no, no. I couldn’t ask you to do that. There’s so much to do and I’m sure you two have more important things to do than help me.”
With a shrug and a smirk, Bucky answers simply, “We don’t,” he turns his head, smiles wide at Steve, “Right bud?”
Bud. Steve could fucking kill him, “Right. It’d be our pleasure.”
“If it makes you feel better,” Bucky says, reaching out as he passes by you, letting his fingertips lightly brush along your forearm, “You can make us dinner when we’re finished.”
Bucky winks at you again and it takes every ounce of strength to stay on your feet. You open your mouth to speak, but kinda like Steve when you stumbled out in front of them, you can’t seem to find any words.
“We’ll be by tomorrow, okay? We’ll take you into town, get some supplies. But if you need us before then, we’re just a couple miles down the road— just follow the bend,” they both step out onto the back porch with you stopping just at the door, “Or you and those heels of yours can venture across the stream again. It’s a straight shot from there.”
You offer a weak smile and lift your hand as they move across the backyard, “Thank you.”
Bucky tosses another smile over his shoulder, “See you tomorrow, sugar.”
God, you’re in trouble.
Steve rolls over hard, slams his head back into the pillow as he pushes out a hot breath. Tired eyes blink slow up at the ceiling, focusing on nothing at all as his mind wanders. The air is still, the heat still suffocating even in the dead of night. The fan spins slow. The wispy, old curtains covering his open window shift with a random, soft breeze. Crickets chirp. Water ripples in the distance, an animal moves through the sun dried leaves.
He blinks again and there you are, right in front of his eyes. You’ve got to be the sweetest little thing to cross his path in what feels like forever. The shampoo and body butter weren’t enough to drown out the smell of you. Heady. Thick. So feminine. His eyelids get heavy, slip closed as he lifts his hips from the mattress, adjusting a bit, having to take a deep breath.
Steve licks his lips again as thoughts of his hands grazing over your naked thighs, squeezing gently as your teeth dig into your bottom lip fill his head. The pads of his fingers find that little wet spot on your silk panties, tease your slit and folds through the material. You spread those legs for him with a little more coaxing from him, your back pressed against his chest, head lolling on his shoulder as his lips skip along your exposed neck.
A moan chokes in Steve’s throat when he palms himself, already rigid from the fleeting thoughts. Thick fingers wrap around his girth, squeeze the base before he tugs upward, real slow, all the way to the tip as he imagines how soft your cunt is. How wet. Warm. How he’d push two fingers in, stopping as you tense— squeal. Tits jiggling when you jump and gasp when he adds a third.
“Shit,” he huffs, the innate urge to scold himself pausing his hand.
But it’s too late for all that now, cock standing tall, a blush of red creeping across his thighs and up his neck. Stomach going tight as his flesh warms at his touch.
He wishes it were yours— the touch.
He’d finger fuck you real slow, right there on that back porch of yours. One of your small hands wrapped around the back of his neck, the other holding his forearm, nails digging into his skin as your hips roll into his fingers and cock.
Blue eyes pop back open as he rolls to the side, pushing his hand between the mattress and box spring to pull out a small bottle of lube. Bucky can’t mind his fucking business nowadays… he also never puts shit back where he found it and doesn’t understand the saying a dollop will do ya, so, this bottle of water based lube will stay hidden between the mattress and box spring.
They’ve been on the run for almost six months, Steve’ll be damned if a trip to a sex store gets them caught now.
A soft click breaks the silence, but Steve hesitates anyway. Bucky’s serum may not have enhanced his senses to the same hypersensitive degree as Steve’s, but the fucker can still hear a pin drop on a carpeted floor while a radio plays in the background.
The room temperature gel squirts easy in his hand, starts to warm as soon as Steve closes his mammoth palm around his hot cock, sending another ripple right down his spine. Hips start to rock as he finds a rhythm. Up, down, up, down. Fingertips sweeping over his wet tip before dragging back down to his stomach. He ruts up into his palm, stomach and balls tight as he pushes out a heavy breath.
Steve, you rasp, heady and thick, Steve, please baby. Fuck me, Steve.
A thick breath hitches in his throat as he imagines the words tripping off your tongue; so desperate and needy. A quick spurt of silk wets his cock head, dribbles down before his palm catches it. A tight, slow tug smearing it along his length as he fucks up into the canal of his hand again.
Free fingers slip down his side, find his strung up balls, heavy and swollen. He rolls them between his fingers, squeezes, imagines you grinding that perfect ass against his hard cock before reaching back to grab him. Begging him.
Steve. Fill me up. Stuff me full, baby. Please.
And he would— stuff you full. He’d ruck that black skirt right up over your hips, rip that thong in two. Teeth would find your earlobe, eager hands in your top, squeezing those perky, round, full tits as his cock head drags through wet folds— teases your slit.
Would he slam into you right away? Just as desperate as you are for it. Wanting to feel soft, hot muscles clamp around him. Or, would he sink in? Slow and steady, making you take him inch by inch. Squeaking and groaning all the while, fingernails dug into his thighs, clipped, broken, breathy words falling from wet lips and floating away with the breeze.
He’d grab a fistful of your wild hair, real tight. Yank your head back when you’ve taken every bit of his cock, ass flat against his stomach. Call you his favorite little dumb baby. Tell you how greedy your cunt is, how only he can satisfy that slutty hole. Kiss you hard and sloppy as you nod quick, murmuring and burbling— totally agreeable to each and every whim of his.
Yeah. That’s how he’d do it. Push in real slow, make you whine for it and tell him how much you need him. Then he’d slam into you. Not waiting for you to catch your breath. Not allowing you to adjust. He’d keep his grip tight on your hair, craning your neck back until he can almost see your eyes rolled up in the back of your head.
Steve’s chest is tight, his heartbeat in his throat, the rush of blood in his ears as he pumps his cock faster. The curl of his palm constricts to mimic the feel of you— wet, tense muscles enveloping him. He breathes in deep and the rose and strawberry is back in his nostrils. The faint hint of vanilla, a tinge of sweat. The sound of your skin slapping against his. The feel of your hips, your soft sides, thick nipples in his hands.
He wants them between his teeth, those pretty brown nipples. Wants to tease them with the tip of his tongue, while a lazy, long leg of yours is thrown over his hip— in the kitchen, up against the fridge.
Fuck. Maybe you’re a sensitive little thing. Maybe just him sucking your tits can make you come. His big hand shoved down the front of your open jean shorts, the pads of his fingers just barely brushing over your clit. Your hips rocking hard, trying to catch a feel against his hard thigh between your legs. Head thrown back, fingers in his hair. His name falling off your pretty lips, all flustered and stupid drunk off lust.
His hips flex once more and he’s tipped over the edge, long, hot strings of thick silk spurting. Teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to stifle his groans as he comes, wave after wave rolling through. It splatters on his stomach, rolls down the side of his cock and over his fingers as they continue their strokes, up and down, up and down, up and down. Squeezing, pads teasing a sensitive tip.
He pulls on his balls, hips rolling up into his hand as he groans a little louder, each one punctuated with another spurt. Quick flashes of broken images— your sweet mouth, naked tits, full, meaty hips, ass bouncing— dance before his eyes as he drains himself. He tips his head back, pushes the top of his head into the pillow as his mouth hangs. Cock now overly sensitive, each sweep making him shiver but he doesn’t want to stop. It’s too good— you’re too good and sweet.
The body is always weaker than the mind and Steve knows a thing or two about a weak body. It gives out before his visions of you, slamming him back down to the mattress, hips and hands slowing until they both stop. Breath heavy and labored, head rolled to the side, a hand slapping into the middle of his chest. He’s a mess, sticky and wet, but the relaxation that washes through him is unmatched.
A knock on the wall sounds seconds later, “Hey pervert, you finished?”
“No dummy, I’m trying to fuck me. Gimme the lube.”
It’s hot, and in more ways than one, but that’s not the only reason you’re having trouble concentrating on getting these hydrangeas in the dirt. It’s been two days of watching two men basically build you a new home. T shirts have come off, pants have sagged embarrassingly (for you) low. All the hammering and screwing, the light little curses that fall their lips making your brain go all… well, dumb.
And they’re both impossibly nice. Bucky with his sure thing, sugar. I got it honey, no problem. Steve and his yes ma’am. Here, let me get this outta the way. Need anything else? Sure, it may seem like just having simple manners to some, but to you, who’s been a welcome mat for any and every asshole that’s looked in your direction, it’s all about to make you combust.
You’ve purposefully kept your distance. Try to keep your eyes to yourself, put at least six feet between your body and their bodies when moving around them, but it’s really no use. Just having them here, in your space— the natural smell of man lingering in the air even after they’ve left, and God has it been a long time since you’ve been immersed in that smell— has cast a spell. A spell that forces your hand down your pants more often than not. Prunes. Your fingers are prunes.
Against your better judgement, you blink up from the flower bed, searching for a certain blonde eye candy. Steve is on the opposite end of the front porch, ripping up a rotted, but still two inch or more thick board with nothing else but his hands. Snaps it in half like a twig, like it’s nothing, and tosses the pieces into a pile behind him. He takes a second before grabbing one of the new boards and throws his head back, runs his fingers through his hair, shaking it gently back and forth.
A bead of sweat rolls down his chest, right between those two beautiful, sculpted tits of his and travels down his abs, absorbing into the tuft of dark blonde hair just below his belly button. There’s more veins. So, so many veins, pumping hot blood throughout his six foot something, two hundred plus pounds.
Steve then pushes a hand around the back of his neck, rubbing gently as he tilts his head towards the sky. Lips parted, long, dark eyelashes spread out over rosy cheeks. Then you’re thinking about teeth, your teeth, sinking into that thick neck. Sucking that hot blood to the surface, marking him up. Hips rolling into his, cunt stuffed with cock, his fingers prodding at your asshole. Your hands look small holding onto his broad shoulders, squeezing as hard as you can but he barely feels it, if at all— the cut of your nails in his skin.
One of those hands, wide and warm, holds your neck, squeezes, and you for damn sure feel it. Wet lips find the shell of your ear, teeth grab the lobe. Soft words, so soft that you almost miss them, all tied up and slurred and stupid with lust. You’re such a pretty girl. Hmm? Ain’tcha? There you go, honey. Just like that. Oh, that’s perfect.
His mouth finds your neck as you roll your head back, hips still rolling. Lips swollen and red snagging on your skin as he drags them lazily, down, down, down to your collarbone. Teeth nibble at the bone before he slides his tongue across it, all while one hand slithers up your back, grabs and holds onto your shoulder.
You squeak when he fucks up into you real hard, just once, so he knows you feel him. You like that, honey? You want it like that? Okay, sweet girl, lemme give you what you want...
It’s time for some goddamn lunch.
You’re on your feet in a flash, head down as Steve twists left and right, because of course now that your panties are stuck to your skin, it’s the perfect time for him to work out a kink in his back.
“You okay?” he asks, eyes trailing you as you practically run towards the front door.
“Yep,” you don’t even look at him— you can’t. Heat prickling across your skin as embarrassment follows quickly behind, “Just getting kinda hungry… chicken salad sandwiches okay?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Buck and I can head home—”
“My treat,” you cut him off, twisting the doorknob.
All thanks to Bucky, a blast of cool air hits you in the face as soon as you push through the front door with ease (Steve is to thank for the door). You wipe at your forehead and move into the kitchen, washing your hands before plucking random ingredients from the fridge, freezer and pantry. Eyeing the small mountain of lemons in the crisper drawer, a pitcher of lemonade would round out your impromptu lunch (and help cool down your libido).
After the chicken is boiling on the stove, you busy yourself slicing up the tart, yellow fruit, popping the halves into your new lemon press. You’ve liquified three or four halves before movement catches your eye, drawing them towards the square window right over the sink.
Bucky tosses a hammer into the grass, hands on his hips while he rolls his shoulders. Cranes his neck back and forth. Soon he’s pulling at his shirt, one hand bunching it between his shoulder blades before pulling it clean over his head. Tosses it into the grass too as he starts to move towards the stream, fumbling with the button and zipper of his loose jeans.
Your heartbeat grows heavy, breath kinda shallow as he shrugs out of the denim just at the stream's edge. Then his fingers are in the waistband of his boxer briefs. Pulling. You blink away, sending your eyes towards the floor as heat, from both excitement and embarrassment creeps up into your face. What a creep— you’re a creep!
But you’re blinking again. Blinking right back out the window as the muffled sounds of water sloshing about fills the space. Naked thighs, burly and tanned and hairy. Swinging between his legs as he moves deeper into the water.
Just like that, your mind is off into it’s little tangents and tributaries. On your knees, in front of him. A hand cupping your chin, a smile on his face as he pushes hair away from your forehead. He’s leaning down, pressing hot, chapped lips to yours real soft. Your hands, so small when gripping his hips, nails raking down hairy thighs. Wet against your eager lips, warm, wet cock head rubbing soft, back and forth, back and forth to coax your mouth open.
A hum, one of content and sheer happiness sounds in your throat when you’re full of him. Velvet tongue tracing the thick vein that runs the length of his cock, then flattening— molding itself around him. He’s heavy and hot in your mouth, pinning your tongue down, gently stroking the soft at the back of your throat.
Bucky sounds heavenly. Soft groans. Sweet and sugary— and he doesn’t care. He’s a man, comfortable and secure. Oh honey, he’d purr, you’re so good to me. So, s’good. So warm.
Little hands around his cock, stroking, twisting, wet and sloppy from where your mouth just was. There’s a salt sweet in the back on the tip of your tongue, and you hum again. Silky. A bloom of warmth as you press the tip of your tongue against the tip of his cock. Pumping, pumping, pumping with your hands.
Breath against your ear suddenly, more sweet words tripping off a tongue as a chest is pushed into your back. A mammoth hand slipping down your stomach and between your legs, fingers teasing a throbbing clit and swollen, sticky folds. You take him so good, baby, Steve praises, pushing one, two, three fingers into your achy cunt, filling you up as you suck Bucky right back into your mouth. Such a good girl.
A loud thunk sounds from outside, jolting you right out of your little fantasy. You gasp and jump, slam your eyes closed as you grab onto the sink— Steve’s muffled but sweet sorry permeating through the walls. You cover your face with your hands, laughing gently into them before groaning loudly and pushing out a huff.
You grab another halved lemon, shove it into the press, and squeeze the fuck out of that bitch.
Within the hour, you’re stepping out onto your seemingly finished back porch. It doesn’t creak when you walk across it. There aren’t any rusted, jagged nails sticking out, no more missing or uneven boards. Your heart— and pussy— flutter with joy.
Ice cubes clink against the glass of the cups in your hands, traipsing towards the stream as Bucky floats lazily, arms pushing through the water slow as he stares up into the sky. You thank God for the heavy breeze today, whipping the water a bit, ripples and burbles stirring it up so you can’t see all of Bucky as he floats. Just the droplets of water glimmering on his chest, neck, and face. His hair spreading out and swaying with the steady current.
Two blue eyes soon find you, head turning slow, a lopsided smile on his handsome face as you stop just at the edge. You clear your throat nervously, a smile of your own spreading as you glance away.
“No heels today?”
You laugh, closing your eyes as embarrassment washed through you, “Nope, not today. I uh, I made some lemonade, if you… want some.”
The water sloshes again, falls off of his shoulders and arms and slaps back into the main source. Bucky runs his hands over his head, pushing more water off before taking a few steps towards your outstretched hand. His fingers linger over yours when he takes the round glass, for a second too long before he pulls back, eyes on you as he takes a slow sip.
You sit in the grass, sending your gaze up the stream as you lift your glass.
“Damn girl,” he says after a slow moment, “This is good, not too sweet. Just how I like it.”
Pride swells in your chest, “Thanks, I don’t like mine super sweet either,” you take a breath, settle your eyes on your feet as you wiggle your toes, “It’s the least I could do for you guys. I also made some chicken salad in the house, I can make you a sandwich whenever you’re hungry.”
“That’s real sweet, doll,” he purrs, smiling again, “Thank you, but really, you don’t have to worry about it. We were going stir crazy out here with nothing to do.”
You nod slow, blinking back at him before averting your eyes again, back down the stream, thinking for a tick or two, “Have you guys… been out here the whole time?”
Bucky has a way of looking at you. Like he’s trying to pry into you, see the innermost working parts of your brain and heart. It makes you nervous, but the good kind of nervous where you don’t ever want to not have those eyes on you.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on,” you smile, tucking your knees into your chest.
A slow smile creeps onto his face, eyes dancing all over you, “Come on what?”
“I,” you hesitate, pushing out a hard breath as embarrassment flushes through you, “I know who you are,” your voice is hushed and you don’t know why… there’s no one out here but you and him. Oh yeah, cuz you’re dumb.
“Yeah?” Bucky teases, smile growing larger, “Who are we?”
You squeeze your legs together, brain going fuzzy and warm as he teases you. God. “Your faces have been all over the news for months. You haven’t even cut your hair for god sake.”
“You know,” Bucky starts, pointing a finger at you as he closes his left eye, “I’ve been meaning to get around to that,” laughter bubbles up and spills out of your mouth for the first genuine time in a long time. The sound makes Bucky smile harder, “I’m pretty sure most of the town knows it’s us too.”
“Maybe not,” you shrug, “From the looks of it, the average age around here is a cool seventy five. I don’t think they care.”
“That’s true,” he laughs, “Even though they’re all old enough to remember us first hand,” silence falls over the two of you, nothing but the wind in the trees and the soft rush of the water, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
You look away from him, unable to take the constant stare from him any longer. You take a slow breath and shrug, “Everybody should have the chance to start over if they want, whenever and however they choose, so,” you swallow hard, dropping your head, “Plus, I think you two have been through enough, you don’t need me muckin’ it up.”
He blinks at you, eyes dropping just a bit, a seriousness settling in and on his features, “Thanks,” he answers simply.
A nod and half smile is all you can offer without that sadness you’ve been feeling lately creeping up in your throat, “Isn’t it lonely out here?” you ask, blinking at him over the rim of your glass.
He nods, shutting one eye as he tilts his head towards the sky, thinking over his answer, “Not really lonely, just kinda isolating, you know? If you can’t tell, I’m the social butterfly of the two of us.”
You laugh, nodding with him as you pick up on the sarcasm but appreciating his quiet way of picking up on your shifts and changing the subject, “Oh yeah, it totally oozes off of you.”
“I know it does, thank you for noticing,” he winks, “We don’t get into town much and usually Steve is the one that goes cuz, ya know,” he taps his temple, “Can’t really trust this thing yet, but it beats being rotting away in federal prison.”
A few beats pass as you play with a strand of grass, “I went to the Smithsonian a couple of years ago, saw that installation they put up for Steve— all the accolades and medals and shit… and he just walked away from it all, for you, for… what he believes in. That’s incredible— you’re incredible for enduring everything you have and still finding all this shit worth it. You two are just,” you can’t even find the words, “You must really love each other.”
“Well, home is home, you know,” he shrugs matter-of-factly, “He’s my brother— he’s never given up on me after all this time. I’d do it for him if I had too.”
“Boy,” you laugh a little, “They certainly don’t make men like you guys anymore. I can’t get somebody to buy me fuckin’ cup of coffee without expecting something in return. You two are lucky.”
Your words trail off, brown eyes blinking away from him again as the wheels turn in your brain. Bucky picks up on it immediately, tilts his head and smiles a little, “What?”
You shake your head, laughing again before taking a drink, “It’s nothing, just me overthinking.”
“About?” he prods after a second or two.
“I just,” you glance down the stream again, voice dropping low again, “I don’t think Steve likes me.”
He laughs. Like, really laughs. A throws his head back and claps his hands once or twice kinda laugh, “Oh hun,” he says after catching his breath, “Where’d you get an idea like that?”
“He’s just, I dunno, he’s short with me, barely looks at me most of the time,” you shrug, “But I mean, you two are fugitives from the goddamn United States government, I’d be suspicious of everything and everyone too,” Bucky’s laughter only grows, making you smile a little, “My social anxiety amuses you, huh?”
“No, no. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but, it’s just—” his eyes go wide with some sort of hidden knowledge as his smirk grows, “— he likes you. Believe me.”
“Well excuse me if I don’t because I sure can’t tell. He barely seems to like you most days.”
That tickles Bucky too, his laugh filling the air, “Him liking me isn’t certain from day to day, that’s for sure, but listen, he still thinks of himself as a hundred pound, socially awkward nerd. He hasn’t learned a damn thing in a hundred years — pretty girls made him nervous in 1940 and they make him nervous now,” you drop your head, trying to hide the smile growing on your face, “What do they say nowadays? It’s not you, it’s him.”
A laugh trickles out from behind your lips.
“Feel better?” Bucky asks.
You shrug, but nod, letting out a breath, “I suppose, yeah.”
He winks at you, smiling again, “Good.”
Then you two just kinda look at each other. Not saying anything, just looking— all over. Minds wandering and racing, then just stilling as the wind whips around you. Bucky tilts his head, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looks you over slowly, another quirk of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Hey,” he says after a beat, taking another gulp or two of your lemonade, “You know what really gives me away?” He lifts his metal hand and wiggles his fingers, making you laugh.
“You certainly don’t try very hard to hide it.”
“Not around you anyway.”
You snap your eyes towards him as the words leave his mouth. Bucky’s head is tilted, wet hair pushed back, fat drops of water still dripping from the ends. He starts moving inward, towards you, each step exposing more and more of his chest and stomach— the dark, wet hair plastered underneath his belly button.
Bucky Barnes is not a shy man, and if you had any shame at all, you’d look away. But you don’t, have any shame that is, so you don’t. You let your eyes wander his lean, but incredibly toned body. There’s muscles on top of muscles, but there’s also scars. Littered across his torso and stomach, down his thighs and calves. Some silvery and old, others still dark and jagged— raised on his skin. Others are just ghosts of scars, barely there anymore and only visible when the sun and the water hit him just right.
He sits his empty glass in the grass beside you, the ice cubes clinking again. Grabs your glass from your hands and takes a sip. He pushes your knees open with his flesh hand, the bottom of the glass skimming over the right bend. Then he sits, his knees pressing into that little nook where your ass meets your thighs. Bucky places the rim of the glass to your lips and waits.
You blink up at him but let your head tilt back with instinct. Part your lips as Bucky tips the glass back and allows the lemonade to spill slow into your awaiting mouth.
“Finished? Or more?”
His voice is soft, eyes on slits as he peers down at you through full lashes. You lick your lips and place both hands in the grass, palms flat, “More please.”
It’s needy the way you said it, light and full all at the same time. Another sound that pleases him. He tips the glass again, and again you accept the tart liquid, licking your lips when he pulls away.
“Let me ask you something, doll.”
Metal digits creep around your neck, the tips of his fingers pushing into your hair. He cradles your face and you can’t help but roll into his warm palm as his thumb sweeps just underneath your bottom lip. The other hand is around your neck now too, just kind of holding it, fingers scratching at the nape of your neck.
He tilts your head back, pushing the tips of his thumbs underneath your chin and your eyes flutter. A whir trembling in your throat.
“Who in their right mind let a sweet little needy thing like you wander around all alone out here?”
Warm lips are on yours before you can answer— if you were even supposed to. Bucky grabs your top lip between both of his, that pink tongue sneaking out, massaging the roof of your mouth before disconnecting with a smack. The tip of his nose sweeps over yours as he adjusts, kissing you again, harder this time. Pulls you into him with his hands, his thumbs pressing into your cheeks.
You’re staring at him— both surprised and unsure— when he finally pulls away, the smack of your lips like thunder in a confused brain. Bucky’s hands are still on your face, cradling your cheeks and chin, lopsided grin painted on his face as he blinks down at you.
“What is it,” he asks soft, “Cat got your tongue?”
All you can do is blink. Mind empty as your breath shallows. He leans in again, sweeps the tip of his nose over yours as he nuzzles in— kisses your top lip quick and soft, “You just don’t know, do you?”
A hum vibrates in the back of your throat as you push out a labored breath. Lips suddenly eager, heartbeat ticking up as his metal hand collars around your throat, “Mmph— know what?”
The words are thin. Nervous and trembling but his mouth eats them right up. Hot and confident as he kisses you, tongue running along the roof of your mouth as his thumb slowly passes back and forth over your throat.
“Just how sweet you are.”
Your reach for him after seconds pass, hands and nails finding wet hips as you moan into his mouth. He sits up on his knees but never breaks the kiss, now deep and a little desperate. Bucky sounds as he starts to prod at the button of your jean shorts, popping it quick before pulling on the zipper, “We can smell how bad you need it, girl— how bad you want it.”
Instinctively you lift your hips, allowing Bucky to pull your shorts down your legs. You curl them around his thighs, place your feet on the insides of his calves, fingers finding his skin again, raking up and down his thighs.
“Thought you were gonna Steve a goddamn heart attack,” he chuckles, grabbing at the hem of your shirt, rucking it up over your chest, “‘m surprised he can form a sentence when you’re around.”
Your tits soon fall free, soft skin bouncing and jiggling as he jostles you around a bit— gets you just right and close so he can peer down at you through those long, dark lashes. Fingers curled underneath your chin, thumb dragging over your lips.
“You just looked so lonely, sitting all by yourself that day. So sweet and sad, like you were—” a breath chokes in his throat as you push your fingers through the thick hair underneath his belly button, “— waitin’ for us. Fuck, baby,” he inhales sharp, a hiss like a snake slithering out of him, “I thought, there’s no way anyone is that innocent, but you are, aren’t you sweet girl? We’ve found the prettiest, sweetest, loneliest little thing in the world— ah,”
One long stroke of your tongue along his cock brings his words to a halt. You send your eyes up to his and take him slow, stretching your mouth wide as your tongue glides along the length. Bucky rolls his shoulders and lets out a focused breath, real calm and slow through his teeth and parted lips. The tips of his fingers prod at your nipples, tweaking them gently before palming your tits.
You wrap a hand around his hip, skip the other up his stomach to flatten your palm against his chest— give his nipple a little turn and pinch. His heavy cock jumps in your mouth and your eyes light up in pure joy.
“Oh,” he purrs, pumping his hips slow, holding steady when he feels the back of your throat, “You like that, sugar? You like makin’ a mess of me? Got me stumblin’ all over my words— shit, oh honey, this mouth is something special, ain’t it? Fuck,”
His words are clipped again by a groan, throaty and gritty as you pull back, your lips wrapped around his cock head. Your tongue swirls around, tickles that little spot on the underside. The same spot that makes all men tremble. His thighs tense as he inhales sharp.
Without a word, he slips out of your mouth. Pushes you back flat against the grass and falls over you, metal hand by your head, holding his weight, flesh hand around his cock, pushing the tip through your folds.
He teases you like that for a beat too long— pushing at your slit, barely poking inside before pulling out to rub against your clit. You whine, leaning up, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pressing your forehead to his all while wiggling your hips. Trying to coax him in.
“What’s the magic word?” he taunts, tutting at you before pressing his lips to yours quick, pulling back with a smack, “Use your manners.”
“Please,” it’s huffy. Impatient and greedy, “Please, Bucky.”
“What do you want? Huh? Tell me what you want?”
“I wan’ you to—“
One quick stroke. Before you can even finish the sentence. He’s pushed in, all the way in— every last inch shoved inside. The sound you make is ungodly. Your fingers clamp around the back of his neck, grip tight as your mouth falls open. You have trouble catching your breath, panting like some animal left out in the heat too long. The fullness is just—
“Look at you,” Bucky purrs, pulling back before pushing in slow, “Oh honey,” quick kisses wash over your face— forehead, eyes, nose, chin, “You fit me just perfect, don’t you?”
You feel yourself nodding, dazed, so wholly consumed by the feel of him over you— inside you— that whatever words were jumbling around in your brain just a few seconds ago fizzle out into static.
Bucky is... he's— big. All over. Broad shoulders and thick thighs, muscle upon muscle stacked in a stocky frame that shouldn't lend itself to the agility you've seen him conduct himself with, but it does and it works. He's lethal, from the stories you've heard, yes— but he's also devastatingly gentle in the way he makes you fall apart with his touch, nestled safely between the grass beneath your back and the cradle of his lap.
"You're—" your words fall short, nothing more than a squeak and a sharp intake of breath spilling from your lips when he hits the spot that makes your tongue turn to lead, "— big.”
Bucky leans further into you, as if it's even possible, biting kisses stealing whatever breath is left in your lungs. He laughs into the kiss, soothes over the hurt on your bottom lip with his tongue. "I know, baby. Feel me in there?"
He punctuates the question with a hand to your abdomen and a sharp thrust that borders on the thin edge between pain and pleasure. Bucky shushes your answering moan, whispers into your mouth to— look at what I do to you, honey.
It's to your own demise that you follow through with the command, eyes rolling to the back of your head after only a quick look. It’s obscene how much fits inside of you. The thickness of him presses against your walls, thrusts deep and unrelenting, every movement outlined beneath the thick skin of your abdomen.
“That’s right, sweet girl,” he continues, palming your tits as they move with his thrusts, “Feels good, huh?”
You can only nod, the words strangled in your throat, nothing but squeaks and garbled moans pushing through. He fucks you slow, metal digits slipping down to your clit— light, teasing little strokes sending fire through your veins.
That metal hand comes back up, fingers and palm flat to your skin, sliding up your belly, through your tits only to wrap around your throat, applying a gentle pressure if only for a second. Then his hand is moving again. Up over your chin, thumb outlining your lips and flattening against your mouth before pushing the tip inside.
You welcome it, his thumb; the metal hot from absorbing the sun. You grab his wrist and open wider, inviting the entire length of his thumb inside. Moan deep as your tongue and lips wrap around it. Start to suck.
“You’re just the best girl,” he purrs, eyes fluttering, pecs flexing as he fucks into you with patience, “Just a precious little needy girl.”
I don’t think Steve likes me.
Steve stops mid-hammering. Eyes squinting as he adjusts the nails between his teeth, just hanging off his lip.
Oh hun, where’d you get an idea like that?
He’s just, I dunno, he’s short with me, barely looks at me most of the time.
He cringes thinking about what could possibly come out of Bucky’s mouth next, but when the crude words he just knew were about to fly don’t come, Steve lets out a breath. The last thing he needs you to know is how he’s jerked off to thoughts of you wrapped around his cock in a variety of ways every night since he’s met you.
He hasn’t meant for it to be obvious. Embarrassment and a little shame floods through him as he stands on the ladder, head hung low as he listens to your conversation. But the truth is, you make him dizzy. Everything about you is just so strong— it’s taken everything in him to focus on this porch and not your ass or down your low hanging collar as you’ve hovered over the flower beds all day.
Your heartbeat in his ears, the mix of your shampoo and lotion— your cunt— all mixed up in his nose. Filling his lungs and choking his brain. It’s too much and not enough for him all in the same breath. So he’s tried to keep his distance, work out his frustrations by pounding nails into wood when in reality, the only thing he’s been wanting to pound is you.
Sarah Rogers would be rolling over in her grave, and he knows it. She did not raise a rude son. Steve sighs heavily, blinking at the grass as he starts to work out his apology in his head.Plucking a nail from his mouth, he huffs out a breath and rests the sharp tip against the board, snapping his head quick to throw his long hair out of his face. Just as he’s about to bring the hammer down against the flat head, a familiar scent fills his nose.
It’s you, but heavier. Thicker. So consuming it could knock him over— makes the hair on the back of his neck stand right on end. With every breath he takes there’s just more and more… until his feet are carrying him around the side of the house. The hammer falling with a thump into the grass. Nails tumbling from his lips.
You like that, sugar? You like makin’ a mess of me? Got me stumblin’ all over my words— shit, oh honey, this mouth is something special, ain’t it? Fuck
Steve stops dead in his tracks as the words stuff his ears, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat as he blinks slow. Your naked back, slender and curved. Two long legs cocooning Bucky’s hips— head bobbing. Bucky groans deep, head lolling back, mouth falling open slightly as you suck him off.
Steve’s stomach tightens as heat creeps across his flesh. Stuck to the ground right where he stands, he watches Bucky push you back into the grass. Watches your full tits, nipples thick and piqued, jiggle as you writhe and whine like a petulant child before pulling yourself up by his neck.
Please, he hears you beg, please, Bucky.
His mouth goes dry. The heavy thumps of his own heartbeat in his ears, your carnal scent swirling, as his cock pushes against the denim of his jeans. He has to grab himself, give his cock and balls a little squeeze as your breath shudders while you adjust to the sheer size of Bucky— and a shiver ripples down his spine.
I know, baby. Feel me in there?
Steve’s knees buckle when you squeak at Bucky’s first thrust— has to reach out and catch himself with the help of a tree trunk. A fog clouds his brain as the smell of you and Bucky’s sex fills the air, the soft little sputters and whines that fall from your lips suffocating him as Bucky fucks you slow. This is the closest he’s felt to being sick in eighty years. Stomach churning, his head light as air chokes in his throat.
“Don’t be shy, buddy,” the words aren’t clear at first, kinda murky and distant before Bucky’s voice centers. Steve blinks, swallowing hard as he stares back at two blue eyes, “Look baby,” he purrs down at you, leaning down to lick your mouth before cutting his eyes back towards Steve, “And you thought he didn’t like you— the fucker can’t even breathe seeing you all stuffed full like this,”
Bucky kisses you hard but slow, humming real low as he sucks your tongue, “What are you waiting for, Cap?” he asks after breaking away from you, “Get your ass over here.”
Steve’s never been one to not follow an order.
You’re a trembling mess. Chest heaving, wimpy little sounds rushing from your mouth, fingernails dug into the meat of Bucky’s sides. Your head’s turned to the side, mouth hanging as you strain to watch Steve move towards you. Bucky fucks into you hard— hand pressed against your belly so you can feel it— sending a sharp pang of pain and pleasure. You squeal, eyes slamming shut as your hands fall to the grass, nothing but jelly.
Bucky slips out of you, flips you over onto your stomach before propping you up on your hands and knees all pretty like. His fingers push through your folds, rubbing soft circles, teasing your slit as he grabs your hair and yanks your head up to help keep your eyes on Steve, who falls to his knees in front of you.
“See what you do to him?” Bucky hums, his thumb sneaking up through your ass cheeks, pressing against your tight hole, “He’s been like this all week, all blushy and tense, head in the clouds just to try and focus on anything but you.”
Your eyes flutter again, teeth digging down into your bottom lip as Bucky’s thumb sinks into you, your greedy hole quick to swallow it up. He pumps it slow, the rest of his long fingers and warm palm cupping your swollen, wet cunt. You let out a breath, a gasp cutting it off as his fingers start to move, rubbing slow little circles against your clit again. Your hair still bunched in his hand, keeping your head up.
There’s fingers on your face, palms against your cheeks and thumbs on your lips as Steve tilts your head up a little higher, “Is she sweet, Buck?”
“Oh yeah,” Bucky answers with a quick chuckle, clipping it with a grunt as he stuffs you back full with his cock, “She’s as sweet as honey, Cap. That mouth— whew.”
You swallow hard, mouth falling open as Steve unzips his jeans and pushes his hand inside. He inches closer to you, knees dug into the grass and dirt as you start to lunge forward with Bucky’s soft thrusts, mewling as he continues to finger your asshole. Another deep surge of air fills your lungs as Steve pulls himself from his jeans.
“Je-sus,” you falter, voice shaking with Bucky’s thrusts as his hips pick up pace.
Steve works himself out of his jeans quick, hand pumping his cock all the while— the tip red and wet. Back on his knees in front of you, he continues to fuck himself, hand twisting slow up his shaft, the other pulling on his heavy sac as you bounce off of Bucky’s stomach.
Eyes half closed, long hair falling over his face, pink tongue sneaking out over his bottom lip as he watches you. Your eyes fall to his hands, blinking fast so you don’t miss a moment.
You fall to your left elbow, reach out with your right hand, skimming your nails up his thigh before wrapping your fingers around him. Following with your lips and tongue, you suck him in, caress the vein protruding against his tight, thin skin with your tongue. Stretch wide again as you take Steve’s length into your mouth— down your throat. You moan as you release him with a pop, keeping his cockhead pressed against your lips as you stroke him with your hand.
You take just the tip, swirling your tongue, tickling his little slit as he leans back, fucks up into your mouth with a sharp thrust, “Shit, girl,” he mumbles, “‘m sorry, I—”
“Don’t apologize to her,” Bucky sounds, “She can take it, can’t you sugar? It’s been a long time for ol’ Stevie boy,” he runs his metal hand up your spine, grabs the back of your neck as he levels a quick slap against your ass, “Be a good girl and let him fuck your throat.”
Almost on queue, Steve fucks up into your mouth again, tears prickling in your eyes as he opens your throat. His hand finds your head, sweeps over the crown before he squeezes gently, hips pumping upward. The squelch of your throat, the slap of Bucky’s skin on yours drowns out everything else— makes it all go fuzzy and hazy.
You’re just a toy. A thing for them to use until they’ve had their fill and hopefully, that won’t come any time soon.
Steve thrusts into your mouth again but this time stills, pushing your head down on to him. You grunt loud, nose in the thick, wiry hair smattered at the base of his stomach, tears rolling down your face. He pulses his hips— real slow— wiggling gently to push deeper and deeper down your throat— his mouth hanging, chest heaving as you take him all.
Bucky slams into you hard, holds his hips there for a beat before snapping his hips again, thrusting you forward— making you whimper even louder. Steve pulls out quick, leaving you panting and grunting, dragging in ragged breaths as strings of spit and cum hang from your bottom lip. He pushes back in before you can think straight, sends his cock down your throat again, holds his hips in place as his thighs flex and strain, just to pull out roughly again seconds later.
Steve wraps a hand around your throat, pushes your chin up as he squeezes your cheeks to pucker your mouth, “You like that, huh?” he kisses you hard, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, “You’re a good little girl— you like feeling me in there?”
When you don’t answer fast enough, he slaps your cheek, mostly all fingers but hard enough to make you gasp. He grabs your face again, kisses you again— quick and hard before craning your neck to make you face him, “Good girls answer when the Captain speaks.”
Bucky pinches the inside of your thigh, a loud yelp bursting from your lips before you grunt, overwhelmed and consumed by the pain and the pleasure. You nod frantically, swallowing hard, strangled groans vibrating in your throat, “I’m— I lik-like,” you stutter, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Aww baby,” Steve chuckles, caressing your face and wiping at your wet cheeks. He kisses you, once, twice, three times as Bucky pulls out of your cunt, thumb leaving your asshole,”Goodness, she can’t even talk, Buck.”
Steve picks you up, right up off the ground like you're waistless and settles you in his lap, cocooning you in his arms and warmth. Kisses your forehead and rubs your back as you nuzzle into him. Another pair of warm lips are on your shoulder blade, curling up over your shoulder, lips snagging on your skin as they move. Hands, both flesh and metal sweeping up and down your sides.
“You’re such a pretty girl,” Bucky mumbles into your skin, bunching your hair in his hand again to nibble on your neck.
Steve turns you in his arms, rests your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder. Warm palms find your tits, massage them gently as Bucky spreads your legs, bending them at the knees and placing your feet flat on the ground. Running his metal hand through his hair, he sticks his flesh fingers into his mouth, runs the pads over his tongue before he reaches out and touches you. Guides wet fingers through your sticky folds, not to excite or tease, but really just to feel you— soothe your hot, swollen cunt.
He thumbs your clit lazily before he cups your sex, smiling and growling with pride, “They didn’t make pussy like this back in the fourties,” he gives your cunt a quick slap, stroking his cock slow, “Steve wouldn’t know about that though, he wasn’t getting any.”
“Fuck you,” Steve fires back, his low rumble of laughter vibrating through you as he pinches and prods at your nipples.
He releases your tits to grab his cock, guides his cockhead towards your aching slit as Bucky spreads you open for him. His hips drive upward, the tip of his cock teasing your hole once, twice before finally breaking the threshold, popping inside. You both gasp as you sink down on him, pushing and wiggling your hips into his to get him all in.
“God,” you murmur, head falling back oh his shoulder, eyes rolling as he takes up every inch your have to offer, “Fuck, you’re so— big,”
“Deja vu,” Bucky hums, playing with your clit.
“But you can take it, can’t you,” Steve whispers against the shell of your ear, fucking up into you, “You can take all this cock, can’t you girl?”
“Mmhmm,” you huff between gritted teeth, “Mm fuck, yeah I can— fuck,”
Steve doesn’t waste a lot of time. Leans back on his elbows and hooks his hands in the bends of your legs, lifting them up so your feet are bouncing with each shove of his hips. Bucky rubs your clit with one hand, grabs your wrist and pulls you up a little straighter to wrap your hand around his cock with the other. You pump him fast, drops of precum dripping down your thigh.
Lips and teeth press into the meat of your left thigh, making you gasp. Bucky sucks more flesh into his mouth, sucks so hard it hurts as Steve fucks you senseless. You push upward, eyes falling to your stomach and between your legs, watching the bulge of Steve’s cock pushing along your skin. Your eyes then find Bucky’s, piercing and focused as he slithers his wet tongue along your skin, outlines your puffy cunt, then flicks at your clit as Steve fucks away. Pushes his metal hand down on your stomach as he sucks your nub into his mouth.
You’re a shuddering heap. Unable to move, legs and arms, neck and head going limp. You just bounce with the force of Steve’s hips, random shivers ripple through every burning, strained muscle. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes— you can’t even hear yourself crying. Teetering on the edge, swamped between too much and not enough all over again.
Steve snarls in your ear, teeth nibbling quick before he moans real sweet, “Shit, you’re gonna make me come— that cunt squeezing me all tight.”
“Mmm, that’s what this filthy little hole wants, isn’t it?” Bucky mutters, mouth still full of your clit and pussy lips, “Huh baby? This greedy slit just wants some cum.”
“I should fill her up, huh? Give this cockwhore what she wants?”
Bucky laughs when your hips jut forward, body jerking involuntarily, “Oh yeah,” he smirks, leveling three quick, hard slaps to your clit, “Give her what she wants, she’s been good.”
Steve fucks into you harder— faster, his clipped nails digging into your skin. Bucky sucks on your clit, fingers tickling the backs of your thighs. You’re nothing but liquid, melting into Steve’s hard body as heat pools in your belly before it spills over. Toes curl, face splintering as your octave rises but trembles with the impending bloom of release.
It snaps, somewhere deep inside. A piece that’s never broken before. You’re shaking, muscles tensing so hard it’s painful. Desperate, sharp, rough grunts shake through the trees and into the nothingness that surrounds your little cabin. Steve uses your clenching cunt to his advantage— shoves his cock in as deep as he can and holds it there for a beat before snapping his hips again, letting the pressure of your tight, convulsing muscles around the base of his cock start to milk him.
You can feel his spurts, thick and hot, coating messy, sticky walls. Soft hums from Bucky vibrate against your jumping clit as he sucks, pulling away with a loud smack before he slaps it again and again and again, praising you all the while, “That’s right, pretty girl. Look at you taking all that cock— such a good little cockslut you are.”
Steve is loud in your ear, biting on your earlobe as he spills into you. Wraps his colossal hand around your throat as he snaps his hips quick again, pushing deep, deep, deep.
He slips out of you without a moment's notice, not even waiting for your orgasm to quell. Bucky pushes your legs open wider, to watch the burst of white silk bubble from your hole and spill to your taint and asshole. He sweeps it up with his metal fingers, pushes it all— both cum and fingers— into your hot cunt, curling them as he massages your walls.
“Ah! Wait, I—” still trembly, weak and warm all over, fuzzy and oversensitive, “—mmm, Bucky, please.”
There is no rest for the wicked. Steve shoves his cock, wet with your slick, into your ass, Bucky pressing his fat cockhead at your entrance. You’re white hot as they both fuck into you, bodies pushing and pulling. One of Bucky’s hands around the back of your neck, squeezing hard as the other holds your cheek and chin in his palm. Steve wraps a long arm around your stomach, holds you to him tight as Bucky leans forward, throwing your leg over his shoulder. Fucks you fast— his heavy sac slapping against your taint. He stares at you, you him, the connection deep as Steve mutters in your ear, cursing the days and months and years it took them to find you. Their perfect baby girl.
You’re shuddering, howling and shrieking like a banshee as you start to come a second time. Bucky thrusts into you with every ounce of weight he has, fingers thrashing over your clit before he grunts just once. Low and gritty. Then he’s filling you up, cock spitting his warm seed, jumping inside of you with each spurt as he shoves deep.
Your orgasm is sharp, strikes a little deeper, hurts a little more. Limbs simply don’t work— won’t work. Can’t work. Eyes flutter as your body jerks with the involuntary aftershocks. You collapse back onto Steve’s chest as you huff and puff, almost gasping for air. You’re soon cocooned between two heavy, hot bodies, nothing but dense muscles and skin. Hands everywhere. Soothing. Caressing. Massaging. Words of encouragement and admiration washing over you.
Lazy words and wet, hot lips on your skin— you can feel the smiles on their faces pressing into you.
“You know what, doll?” Bucky mumbles, drawing circles over your tits with the tip of his index finger.
“Those chicken salad sandwiches sound pretty good right about now.”
You laugh, loud and carefree, covering your face with your hands as someone grabs your tit and gives it a little honk before showering your face in wet kisses. They jostle you around again as they stand, leaving you to stretch out in the grass, skin warming underneath the sun, a soft breeze tickling.
A heavy, content sigh pushes out of your lips, “Okay,” you answer simply— happy, stupid, and fuzzy.
Steve hoists you up into his arms, throws you over his shoulder with a couple of slaps against your ass. Bucky bites the little soft spot where your ass cheek meets your thigh and grabs a handful of skin as you squeal, falling into a fit of giggles again as the three of you start to move back towards the house.
“Well shit, girl. We got some laundry you can do too since you’re being all agreeable.” Bucky quips, taking another handful of your flesh to squeeze.
More giggles bubble in your chest as you bounce against Steve’s shoulder with each of his steps. You reach out lazily, brushing Bucky’s cheek and chin with your fingers. He grabs them quick, presses kisses against them and your palm.
“Looks like we gotta build you a new bed too,” Steve says, plopping you on your feet as soon as you cross the threshold into the kitchen.
You don’t even have to ask why.
You know it’s not sturdy enough to handle four hundred pounds of super soldier every night.
Good thing you are, though.
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl.
Word Count: Over 4k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)
A/N: Welcome to my tattoo AU! The smut in this chapter focuses on Bucky x Reader, but future one-shots will also have Steve Rogers x Reader and Stucky x Reader. Beta read by the wonderful @mashep23. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics!
18+ Please!!! Enjoy, lovelies!
Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were trouble in the form of two handsome, intoxicating men. The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor had no business looking the way they did, especially Bucky. With his glasses, tattoos and metal arm, which somehow made him look more attractive, he was just your type. They both were. So you decided they were both menaces sent to torment your dreams and fantasies. And likely men who would break your heart.
As luck would have it, you always managed to see the two of them around town. Whether it was at the grocery store or grabbing a coffee, one or both of them were there with their leather jackets, subtle smirks and flirtatious banter.
"You stalking me, doll?"
"Always a pleasure to see you, sweetheart."
You even saw them at the gym, even when you changed up your routine. Watching their muscles flex as they did their sets almost made you fall off the treadmill on more than one occasion. You lost count of how many times you daydreamed about them taking you on one of the machines or in front of the mirrors. They had to know the power they had over you.
It would have been easy to dismiss them if they were jerks, but they were the furthest thing from it. You saw them on more than one occasion help your older neighbor with her groceries or walk her across the street. It always put a smile on your face when you heard them politely say "ma'am". And they assisted local veterans and their families without being asked.
That was another reason you fell for them. Not just because they supported the community, but because they made people feel safe and secure, They were just good, genuine men with a beautiful friendship. You respected it.
But you had to avoid them, if only to get them out of your mind. Naturally, that was when your best friend decided to drag you to their place of business. Mandy was excited to get her appointment. All of the artists who worked there were in demand and she had to book well over a month in advance. People even came from out-of-town to get their tattoos done. They were that good.
"Come on! I'm finally getting my first tattoo and I need you here," Mandy whined as she pulled you along the sidewalk.
"Why do I need to be here?
"Moral support. What if the needle touches my skin and I scream and run?"
"I would run after you to see if you were okay. Then I'd laugh," you teased.
“Like I said, moral support. I also thought it might be fun for you to see your two favorite hunks.”
You held back a groan. She teased you relentlessly the moment she knew you liked them. It would never end. “They are not my-”
“They are and I need you to get laid. If not for you, then for me.”
“So you’re my wingwoman?” you asked as you stopped in front of the shop, "The Howling Commandos" sign shining bright. “You don’t even like men.”
"I’m your wingwoman, best friend and I know how to appreciate the beautiful art that is Bucky and Steve," she smiled, checking the time on her phone. "Right on time."
You took a deep breath as you walked in after her, unsure of what to expect. It was the first time you had seen the inside of the shop, but it looked nice. It was surprisingly quiet and clean, one of the walls lined with photos of various tattoos in all shapes and colors. They were stunning.
"I expected more people," you said as you looked around.
"It's still early," Mandy said, smiling wider at the redheaded woman behind the counter. You didn’t see her around as often as the boys, but Natasha always turned heads wherever she went. “Hi! I have an 11am appointment.”
“Hi,” she answered, grabbing a form and clipboard. “Take a moment to read over and sign. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“Thanks,” Mandy said as she took it, sitting down to read and sign it.
“And you? Appointment or moral support?”
“Moral support,” Mandy answered for you, not looking up from the form.
“Yeah. Maybe next time,” you said, giving Natasha a curious look when she raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm. That’s too bad. The boys will be disappointed,” she said, smirking a little as she walked away.
“They...what?” you asked as she left the room.
“I’m of age. I’m not drunk,” Mandy muttered as she signed it. “What did you say?”
You plopped down beside her. “She said ‘the boys will be disappointed’ that I don’t have an appointment.”
“Maybe they are because they want to put their hands on you,” she joked, wiggling her eyebrows before she gave you a more serious look. “Or maybe they just like you.”
You didn’t answer her. It wasn’t a self-esteem issue. You carried yourself with a quiet confidence that you built over time. It had more to do with the fact that there were two of them and one of you. “Or they just want to get another client.”
“Give yourself some credit. You’re a catch. I know it. They know it,” she argued.
You stubbornly ignored that, clearing your throat. “So, you never said which one is giving you your tattoo.”
“I can’t remember. Both of them had awesome portfolios,” she shrugged, handing Natasha the clipboard when she came back in.
Giving it a once-over, she nodded. “Follow me to the back. There’s water for both of you. Bucky’s just washing up.”
You both got up to follow, seeing the empty station ready for Mandy. That answered which one she booked the appointment with.
“Will you hold my hand?” Mandy questioned as she sat again.
You looked at your friend, seeing a flicker of fear in her eyes as she looked over the instruments and ink. “Of course, I will,” you promised. You loved to give each other grief, but you didn’t want her to be afraid.
“Thanks,” she sighed in relief.
“It’s okay if you're nervous.”
You inhaled sharply when you heard Bucky’s voice. You could listen to it all day. Turning to look at him, you barely exhaled as he walked over. The glasses made his eyes more blue, more enticing.
“I’m not nervous,” Mandy lied.
Bucky was kind enough not to call her out on it. “Well, if you need to take any breaks, stretch, let me know,” he said gently, gazing at you before he went to get the stencil ready. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you, too,” you said after a moment.
"Am I doing you today, doll?"
You felt your cheeks get heated as you looked back at him. “I’d like you to,” you answered before it registered that he meant ink and not how you took it. “I mean, no. No. I didn’t make an appointment.”
He finished the stencil with a chuckle. “I’m sure we can work something out...make it fit.”
You swore his voice got thicker. “It?” you repeated, your mind drifting to a dirtier place.
“The appointment,” he said, amusement in his eyes. “Steve and I can squeeze you in.”
Mandy wiggled her eyebrows again as she watched the two of you and you didn’t know whether to laugh or shove her off the chair. “Not today,” you managed to say without your voice cracking.
“I’ll get a tattoo one day,” you said with determination, smiling when Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I will! And if you’re good, maybe you’ll be the one to do it.”
“You have no idea how good I can be, doll,” he smirked, making your breath hitch as he stepped closer. “No idea.”
Your heart rate picked up in your chest as you gazed at him, forgetting that you were in the parlor. You attempted to look cool and calm, but your body felt hot with him so close.
“I didn’t know you’d be in today, sweetheart. Which one of us is doing you?
The heat you felt in front of you was suddenly felt behind you. You tore your gaze away from Bucky to look over your shoulder, meeting Steve’s blazing stare. Why did they have to phrase it like that? And why did they smell so good?
“Neither of us, sadly. She doesn’t want it today.”
“What do we have to do to convince you?” Steve asked.
They were playing with you. And, frankly, you enjoyed it. Being the center of their attention felt good, even as your mind screamed at you that they were best friends and there was only one of you.
“If you two want to do her on your time, I support that,” Mandy chimed in, making all three of you look her way. “But I came here for a tattoo and I need her to hold my hand. You understand.”
“You’re right,” Bucky said semi-apologetically as he finally brought the stencil over.
You turned your attention back to Steve as Bucky quietly spoke to Mandy. His tone seemed to put her at ease. How were they so perfect? “You don’t have a client right now?”
“He should be here shortly,” he told you after he checked the time. “I’m actually glad you’re here.”
“You are? How come?” you asked curiously.
“Bucky and I were planning a game night with some of the gang tonight. Would you like to join us? Say around 6?”
“Yeah. I’d love to,” you smiled softly, his smile matching yours. “Should I bring any food or drinks?”
“Just your beautiful self, sweetheart,” he said, his fingertips brushing your arm. The small touch left you wanting more. “Buck and I will take care of the rest.”
“Hand!” Mandy shrieked, bringing you back to why you were there. For your best friend, not your libido.
“I’ll leave you to it. See you tonight,” Steve winked, nodding to Bucky as he went to his own station.
“So, it’s a date?” Bucky asked as you took Mandy’s hand, clearly having overheard what Steve asked.
“I guess so,” you answered, gasping when nails dug into your skin. “Mandy!”
“Less flirty. More moral support.”
“Look at it!” Mandy ordered as she kept checking out her arm in the mirror, twisting gently to see it from different angles.
“I saw it from start to finish,” you reminded her, though you were distracted staring at Bucky and how cute he looked when he concentrated. He was so gentle and noticed when you friend tensed up. “But it’s beautiful. The colors really pop. You did an amazing job, Bucky.”
He stopped his cleaning to look your way. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
You felt those butterflies again as he finished up, wrapping up Mandy’s arm and going over a few tips to take care of it. “I’ll leave a glowing review on the site.”
“I appreciate that. Thanks again. And, doll, I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, later,” you smiled, giving him a small wave as you went with Mandy to pay Natasha. She left a generous tip before taking your arm to leave.
"They totally checked you out," she whispered even though they weren’t there.
"No, they didn't," you whispered back. You were lying to yourself. They both did and you felt like you were on top of the world.
“You’re right. They didn’t,” she agreed, her words stinging and taking some of the wind out of your sail. “They eye-fucked you so hard that I felt the aftershocks. And I should just drag you back there so I can see it again."
"Voyeur," you teased, biting your lip. Was she right?
“They invited you to game night. That says something.”
“It says that they recognize how awesome I am at games.”
“Twenty bucks says one or both of them will do you before midnight tonight,” she smirked as you shook your head. “Afraid to take that bet?”
“Double or nothing that you get a date with Natasha before the weekend.”
You were a bundle of nerves for the rest of the day, tossing around whether you should cancel. The pile of clothes on the bed taunted you from how many outfits you tried on. Why were you trying to impress them? They knew what you looked like. And it wasn’t an actual date. It was game night.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled. While the dress you settled on was simple, the blue and gold lingerie underneath reminded you of both of them. Sexy, fun, the blue nearly identical to some of the paint on Steve’s motorcycle and the gold on Bucky’s arm. Maybe you would get lucky.
“Good luck! Have lots of orgasms for me!” Mandy texted you as you left.
“Love you, too.”
You shook your head with a laugh as you went to Bucky and Steve’s place. It wasn’t a far walk, though you could imagine them chastising you for walking over by yourself. They would probably walk you home. Some of their mannerisms were old-fashioned, which you appreciated. It was endearing.
Smoothing out your dress, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Remember, it’s game night. It’s not a date,” you muttered to yourself before the door swung open. “Holy shit.”
Bucky stood there only in his boxer briefs and it took everything in you not to melt into a puddle of goo. His torso was littered with tattoos, one covering some of the scars on his left shoulder. You practically drooled as you openly gaped at him. Did you have any self-control?
“Looking good, doll,” he smirked, his gaze lingering on your breasts before looking over the rest of you. “Sorry. Stevie told you 6, didn’t he?”
“Yeah,” you huffed, swallowing. “Yeah, he did.”
“Game night doesn’t actually start until 8,” he smirked, stepping back to let you inside. “And Steve had to make a last-minute run to the store.”
“Oh?” you asked, brushing past him as he shut the door. “Why ask me over so early then?”
“So I could talk to you,” he said, leading you through to the kitchen. “Drink?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, setting your bag down on the counter.
For a moment, the two of you didn't speak. It was similar to the parlor, like you were in your own world as you looked at each other. It was like a magnet pulled the two of you closer, his smoldering gaze making you feel weak.
“What did you want to talk about?”
Bucky grabbed a beer for himself, taking a long sip as he regarded you. “You really have no idea why?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that. “Let’s pretend that I’m clueless.”
“You’re not clueless. You’re far from it,” he said warmly, taking another sip as you tried not to giggle at the compliment. “But I’ll spell if out for you if you’d like.”
“Please,” you said, unsure of what exactly he was about to tell you. All you knew was that he was extremely distracting in his lack of attire.
“In simple terms, doll, I’m into you. So is Steve.”
Your brain stopped functioning. Hearing him say it, a mixture of calm and firm, was something out of one of your dreams. Was it actually happening? “You’re both into me?”
“We thought it was obvious. All those times we bumped into you around town? The gym? Today at the shop?”
Thankfully, he didn’t say it in a way that made you feel dumb. He did sound a bit sad though, like the effort was for nothing. “But you two are best friends.”
“We are,” he nodded, setting his beer down. “Sometimes...best friends share,” he said carefully, looking cautious at your reaction.
“But...I’m…” you trailed off. Had they shared other girls before? Even if they had, why did they want you?
“One of the nicest people in this town with a heart of gold. You have an incredible sense of humor and loyalty to your loved ones. And you're so beautiful and sexy we’ve both walked around hard and aching when you’re near.”
You shivered as he took a small step closer. “Bucky…”
“Do you know how badly I wanted to spread you out on my station and eat your sweet pussy until you screamed? Maybe watch Steve fuck that pretty mouth of yours while I stuff you full of my cock?”
Your knees buckled, certain that your brain broke again as he moved right in front of you. “Oh, fuck.”
“Take you home and make you a nice meal before we start all over again," he continued, his hand splaying across your lower back as he pulled you close.
The rational part of your brain shrunk, but you managed to mentally question a few things. "If Steve wants this, too, why did you want to talk to me alone?"
"We didn't want to overwhelm you. We're a lot to handle alone, but both of us together are intense," he said, shoving his other hand between your legs. "Besides...I wanted you first."
You were wet the moment he said he was into you, but feeling his hand move under your dress? You were soaked, his breath tickling your lips as he leaned in. "God, Bucky."
"Tell me I'm wrong and that you don't feel something between us. That you don't feel something with Steve. Tell me and I'll stop," he breathed, his fingers skimming the top of your panties.
"Don't stop," you begged in a whisper.
Both of you moved, closing the small gap between you for a heated kiss. His tongue danced with yours, coaxing and stroking the fire within you. A kiss had never burned you alive, but the fierce passion between you had your body in flames. You still had questions, but you were certain that you wanted him. And you were tired of denying it.
The hand between your legs moved away, making you whine at the loss. "I'm just getting started."
Before you could respond, he lifted and set you on the edge of the counter. You hiked your dress up as he shook his head.
"Take it off. I want to see every inch of you."
The command made you tremble, but you quickly obeyed. "Should I call you 'sir'?" you asked as you pulled it over your head.
"We'll set up rules and boundaries with Steve," he swore, groaning as he took in the sight of your lingerie. "Fuck, this is gorgeous. I'm half tempted to destroy it...but I'll destroy your cunt instead."
Blood roared in your ears, your hands moving on their own accord to remove your bra. He moved forward the moment your breasts spilled free. When his hot mouth closed around your nipple, sucking and licking as his metal hand played with your other breast, you thought you'd lose it. You could barely lift your hips as he yanked your underwear down, but you managed as he still lavished you with his mouth.
"You really want me?" he rasped, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple and making your gasp.
"More than anything."
"Then put me out of my misery and spread those pretty legs, doll."
You opened them, giving him full access to your warm wetness.
"Should I wreck you with my tongue first or do you want my cock?"
"Just fuck me, please," you pleased breathlessly, the hand on your breast sliding down to feel how aroused you were. "Please!" you said again as a finger slipped through your folds.
"Right here on the counter? Gonna make a mess for Steve to clean up?"
"Fuck, yes," you moaned as another finger slid in, feeling them stretch and ready you. If that was what he could do with his fingers…
"Condom?" he asked, slowly pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. You couldn't wait to feel what he'd do with his tongue.
"I'm on birth control...clean. I just need to feel you. Please."
"Fuck," he hissed, yanking his underwear down with a sigh. Your eyes fell between your bodies and you shook at the sight of him stroking himself. "I can't wait."
"Then put me out my misery and fuck me."
You tried to bury your face in his neck as he sank into you, but a hand gripped your chin and stopped you. Fuck, he was thick and the heat in his eyes made you flutter around him.
"I told you I'm gonna destroy you, doll. So watch me while I do it."
His hips rocked and you didn't dare deny him. You thought Steve would have been the commanding one in bed. What if he was, too? God, two dominant men ready to rip you apart at the seams? You could handle it.
"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered as you wrapped a leg around him. "Just like I dreamt you'd be."
You wrapped your arms around him, heady at the thought that this man dreamt of you and what you would feel like around his thickness. You clenched around him as he thrust, wanting to know every fantasy he had. You wanted to know everything. "You're thicker than I imagined."
"Fuck," he growled, the sound of your hips colliding making you writhe. It should have been uncomfortable, being fucked on a counter. But it felt like heaven. Like he had to just have you then and there.
He pressed his forehead against yours, your body out of control as he took what he wanted and gave it back to you tenfold. His body was in time with yours and you wondered how you resisted for so long. The tight wire you felt inside you was close to snapping.
"You're mine now, doll. You'll be his. We'll share with each other, but we're not sharing with anyone else."
"Oh, fuck!" you cried. Possessiveness wasn't something you thought would get you off, but you could hear how wet you were as he pistoned into you.
"You like the sound of that? Beings ours?" he grunted, moving to pepper kisses along your jaw. "Better get used to it."
"Say my name. Need to hear it."
"Bucky!" you cried, his hand snaking between your bodies to find your clit. Your hips bucked as he found it with his thumb, digging your nails into his back as you held on.
"Told you...I want a mess for Steve to see. To add to it. Every time we look at it, we'll remember that your pretty cunt left a mark for us to see."
"Please, I'm close," you gasped, so close to fracturing to pieces.
"You come when you want, doll. Just look at me when you do. Come."
Your mouth fell open, unable to keep your scream in as your orgasm hit you hard. Electricity crackled through your body, blinded by the bright lights behind your eyes. Your hips jerked as he fucked you through it, swearing under his breath in another language. He took mercy on you and moved his thumb away, his face twisting in pleasure.
"Fuck," he snarled, his thrusts animalistic as he chased his own end. The sound he let out was otherworldly as he flooded you, coating your quivering walls. The feel of his release inside you was addicting. You wanted more. So much more.
You relaxed as your breathing slowed, touched by how tender his kiss was. It wasn't rushed or frenzied. It was beautiful, like him.
"Wow," you exhaled, keeping your leg tight around him and smiling as he went in for another kiss. It was just as soft as the first. "I knew it. You're a menace."
"Both of us are," Bucky mused.
"I'm in trouble," you smiled before you heard heavy, deliberate footsteps.
"Here comes trouble," Bucky grinned.
Steve's eyes swept over your profile appreciatively as he entered the room, a smirk forming on his handsome face as he met your gaze. "I guess he really did start without me."
"Sorry, Stevie. You said I could," he reminded him.
The blonde nodded in agreement as he checked his watch, his eyes sparkling as he looked up. “I did. And we still have time before everyone else shows up.”
Yeah. You were in big trouble.
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„Sharing is caring“
The Winter Soldier x Captain America x female reader
Summary: Hydra needs some important information, sending you to get them from their prisoner, the famous Captain America. But the Winter Soldier doesn’t like sharing what’s his.
Warning: explicit smut, minors dni, non-con, fmm-threesome, (kinda) dark!Steve
Notes: this is part of the Hydra Victory AU by @hydravictrix, Steve and Bucky don’t remember each other in this one shot. Read it on ao3
When you were chosen for this particular task, you were uncertain at first.
„Try to get as much information out of him as possible.“
Sounds easy… but Pierce had this tone in his voice that made you uncomfortable. His hand rested on your lower back while he explained to you, how exactly he wanted you to get the much needed information.
He’s a super soldier so of course, torturing the Captain America to get something useful out of him would take awfully longer than with anyone else. You had rolled your eyes at the disgusting grin on Alexander Pierce‘s face. What a creep…
But you agreed. Like you had a choice to refuse his commands. Hydra owned you, they owned your body and your free will.
Once actually faced with your target, though, your concern had faded, so fast in fact that you were almost shocked.
He was a little cut up and bruised, stripped of his famous suit and shield, sitting on the bed provided to him. All things considered it wasn't a bad room. And for someone his age he was still in damn good shape. Blonde hair, blue eyes that were surveying you with a mixture of interest and appraisal. He was shirtless, and a reasonably deep cut on his shoulder was bleeding sluggishly.
There was only one person in the entire base fighting and torturing others with knives that could cut so deep... So he had met Bucky, you thought and had to suppress a gleefully smile.
One of the Hydra Agents that bought you to his cell had shoved a medical kit into your hands. From the way the men was looking at you before turning around to leave you to the task, it was very clear he didn't think prisoners should be patched up and taken care of.
You wait for the Agent to close the door and bolt it behind you, wondering if anyone was watching through the two way mirror on the south wall by the door.
"So what's your deal?" The prisoner- the famous captain America - surveyed you with cold eyes. You weren’t completely unfamiliar to him. He’s seen you before, in company with that Winter Soldier guy.
You opened the medical kit and set to work cleaning the gashes on his shoulder.
You wouldn't have spoken to him, had you not been given your instructions.
"I'm not a medic, so if anything is uncomfortable or I’m hurting you, please let me know“, you mumble. Could he even get actually hurt? He didn’t look like he was in pain…
„Why did they send you then?“, the blonde asked, voice calm. You expected him to fight back, try to take you as a hostage to get himself out of this prison…but he didn’t.
"Hydra has favorites."
"And they sent one of their favorites to clean me up, huh?"
"Hydra doesn’t want war with you. They think you would be much more use if we were all on the same side." This much was true, Pierce had told you so himself.
The captain huffed.
"That won’t happen."
You sighed. You had expected that, of course, but it was still disappointing to hear. Hydra had saved you, you owe your life to them. And your powers. You couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to join their cause.
"Nobody said you had to join us. Just... work with us."
"Your friend with the scary mask tries to stab or shoot me whenever we meet and I don't even know your name, girl, and you're trying to convince me to... what? Betray the good people I'm with?"
You weren’t sure if you’re allowed to tell him your name.
"I don't know your name either," you countered, dabbing alcohol along the jagged wound on his shoulder. To his credit, he did not wince.
"Steve. Steve Rogers. Surprised they didn't tell you that one." He was playing with you, there.
"I have a job to do." You frowned, "does it matter what my target is named?"
You did like his name, though. You had a name once, a first name and a last name, before Hydra had chosen a new one. You wondered what would have become of you, had they not found you.
"I suppose not. You just here to clean up the mess, then?"
"Hydra is surprised you haven't cracked yet. They admire your courage. And strength. Not many can keep up with our strongest Soldier." You set the medical kit aside, tilt your head and survey the prisoner. "Hydra wants you to be comfortable. I'm here to help that."
As you finish the sentence, you straddle him, eyeing him curiously.
If Steve is remotely annoyed or uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. He's got enough pent up frustration and tension that honestly, he could go a good fuck to work it all out. As far as he can tell, you're not uncomfortable with the situation. Far from it, in fact.
You haven't been with anyone but the Winter Soldier for so long, you'd almost forgotten what anyone else really feels like. Touching someone else, looking at someone else, it feels foreign but not unpleasant.
He watches you watching him for a moment. If there's one thing Steve loves, it's pissing off his enemies. He has a sneaking suspicion that you and the Soldier, that beat him to his current condition, had something going on. Not necessarily a relationship but there was definitely something between you two.
Only one way to find out.
They must be out of their mind to send such a pretty girl alone to a prisoner without anyone watching out for her.
No amount of sex will make him talk, but he'll take what he can before he eventually gets the hell out of here.
When he kisses you, your first instinct is to pull away. You're used to the Winter Soldier, all bites and growls and demanding. This is different. Entirely. He's still demanding, but there's a different approach in the way he does it, tongue slipping into your mouth with practised ease, coaxing a surprised moan out of you.
He hadn't expected you to be so damn receptive. There's a small part of his brain on high alert, half expecting you to cut his throat while he's distracted or something, but you're so damn helpless… he's pretty sure you aren't a threat.
You let him kiss you for a few moments, mostly because you're too dazed to think straight. It's nice to be kissed like this, still demanding but with none of the aggression you're used to. You can't let yourself get distracted.
Breaking the kiss, you slide off his lap onto your knees between his legs. Now that’s a sight he'll won’t forget. Being Captain America has taken up the vast majority of his time, this and the war against Hydra.
Steve genuinely can't remember the last time he actually got sucked off, and yet here you are, settled comfortably between his legs, fingers skimming across the bulge in his pants, finding the zip...
A low grunt of approval forms in his throat as you lick a lazy stripe from base to tip of his hardening length, sucking lazily on the tip. You've had a lot of practise. Bucky likes making you kneel in front of him, fucking your mouth hard and rough…
Steve is different to Bucky, curved a little differently. Not quite as thick, but that's to be expected. Still, you're more than happy to work with what he's got.
Steve isn't sure what game the Hydra are trying to play, sending you in here.
"What's on your mind, Captain?"
He could feel your warm breath tickling his sensitive skin as you spoke. He knew he was probably taking advantage of you somehow, but he didn't care. He couldn’t care, not with such a pretty face looking up at him.
If you were so valuable to Hydra, to the Soldier…he wouldn't put you at risk, not yet. He wasn’t stupid.
"A little of this, a little of that," absently, his fingers thread into your hair, guiding your mouth back to him. You're more than happy to comply, he's so much gentler with you than Bucky. That feels like heresy to even think, but it's true. Even so, you wish he was here too. It doesn't feel right to be doing this sort of thing without him, even if it was your order to do it.
You have a job to do, and you will not disappoint them.
Steve lets you go for a few minutes, occasionally swearing or moaning softly as your tongue works around him slowly. He doesn't seem to mind you taking your time.
"Get up here."
Following orders? Definitely something you can do. Scrambling to your feet you stand before him, waiting.
"Get undressed." Lust and adrenaline are making him an idiot, a little bit short in words, but he's not exactly thinking with his brain right now. You strip down, leaving him staring at you. You're almost uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze.
You're beautiful, that's for sure, but it's the marks on your body that make Steve hesitate.
Your hips, your collarbone, just above your breast, bitemark shaped hickeys decorate your skin. Marks of ownership from the Winter Soldier. The Hydra symbol branded onto your hip marks you as one of them.
"What are you looking at?" You almost snap at him. You're proud of your marks and don't expect a men like Steve Rogers to understand, don't want his judgement or pity of all things.
"Nothing. Sorry." He stands, facing you, turns you so your back is to the bed. He knows it’s wrong but god, he's so painfully hard and you're standing right there, wanting and willing... So beautiful.
"Get on your back, pretty girl."
You do as you're told, oddly reassured by the weight of him on top of you. He starts to kiss you again, along your jaw, down your throat, tongue trailing between your breasts lazily, a hand slipping between your legs.
"Jesus," he breathes out. He hadn't been expecting to find you so ready for him.
"Gonna stop fucking around now?" You glare at him, taunting.
If Hydra hadn't needed you to do this... you'd like to convince yourself you'd never let him touch you, but you're not sure that's the truth. He's not what you expected. Oh sure, he's a super soldier just like Bucky, dangerous and clearly an enemy, but there's a deep level of tension between you as he frowns, pins your hands above your head with one hand, using his free hand to guide himself to your entrance.
He drags the aching head of his cock along your wetness, desperately resisting the urge to just slam into you. He knows you can probably take it, but he's not exactly violent when it comes to sex. He likes risks, likes it dirty, but never violent. A good guy through and through.
With that in mind, he takes his time slipping inside you, now free hand gripping your waist, adjusting to a better angle.
You can't help it. You moan. He feels so different to Bucky, and the difference makes it intoxicating. His hand settles into a comfortable grip on your hip as he slowly rocks into you, getting you used to him.
"как мило," a familiar, lazy voice drawls from the doorway. You hadn't even heard Bucky come in. "You'll never get her off like that though."
Steve glares over his shoulder at the so called Winter Soldier, leaning against the wall looking pissed off for touching what’s his.
Steve doesn’t quit know what to say. He isn't fussed about being watched, the Soldier is unarmed, so he sees no point in stopping what he was doing, especially considering how nice and warm you were around him.
Bucky looks at him, walking dangerously slow over to the pair of you.
"I don't share well with others." His flesh hand reaches out to stroke your cheek, "especially not her. And besides, like I said. You're doing it wrong."
"I think I know how to fuck someone properly."
Bucky grins at that.
"A truce then. Perhaps we can learn from each other."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Move." The authority in Buckys voice is palpable, enough to make Steve curious, so he pulls out of you and rolls aside slightly.
Familiar mismatched hands grip your waist, flip you onto your front. You're used to this. Buckys metal arm grabs your throat and holds your head up.
"Open your mouth, котенок."
Neither you nor Steve have a complaint about that. You take the blonde into your mouth eagerly, waiting for the reward of Bucky touching you properly.
"You're doing so well, doll." The Soldier purrs into your ear, "let's show our guest how good you can be, hm?"
You make a low hum of agreement around Steve.
"хороший.", Bucky says.
Steves hand finds your hair, petting at it as he fucks your mouth.
Buckys flesh hand strokes his aching cock. How long had he stood there at the window, watching you with the Captain, possessive and jealous until he could bear it no longer, slamming into the room with a vengeance. You were his, dammit, some pretty boy avenger wasn't going to change that.
He's a lot rougher in how he enters you, lining himself up, he holds your thighs apart and slams into you in one movement. You moan, almost choking.
"Bit rough, ain't it?" Steve raises an eyebrow, even in this state he's not sure that was necessary.
Bucky snorts. "She's fine. Move."
Steve pulls out of your mouth, sits back on his knees and watches as Bucky lifts you, pressing your back against his chest, fucking up into you roughly.
He can't help it. Watching, he strokes himself slowly, trying to keep rythym with you and the Winter Soldier.
"Do you want her mouth, or her ass?" Bucky asks almost conversationally, "she's used to both so take your pick."
While this is definitely a strange situation, Steve is happy to just roll with it. There's something about the danger of it all, the fucked upness of doing this with an enemy, it gets him going.
Bucky must have heard the blondes answer over your moans, because he suddenly pulls out of you, turns you around so you're facing him and enters you again in another sharp snap of his hips.
Steve takes his time making sure you're ready for him. He has no interest in hurting you right now, not like this anyway.
Deeming you ready for him, he waits for Bucky to pause, keeping you steady on his lap, lazily circling his hips to keep you wanting.
The two men nod at each other, then enter you in unison, smooth fluid movements. You feel full, almost painfully so, but it's not unpleasant. You're used to Bucky taking his pick of where and how he wants to fuck you, but you've never taken two people at once.
"Hold her." Steve pants, hands gripping your waist as he bucks up into you slowly, finding a rhythm that feels good and doesn't hurt.
The Winter Soldier hums, watching you loll against his chest in eager overstimulation. His flesh hand settles on your back, between you and Steves chest, keeping you steady against him as he, too, starts to move again.
It feels so different, so overwhelming, to have both of them inside you at once. You fast become dazed, only dimly aware of anything beyond the deep ache starting to form inside you that preludes climax, the event itself, and repeat. How many times do you release around them? You aren't sure.
"She's close again," Bucky warns the other men before returning his attention back to you, metal hand reaching for your throat. „You’re squeezing around us so good, doll. So fucking perfect, taking us both. Are you gonna come? You gonna come for us again? Yeees, that’s it princess show us how good we make you feel…“
Meanwhile Steve mutters something obscene too, that you don’t pick up over Buckys filthy words. The blonde sucks hickeys on the soft skin of neck. He enjoying your breathy moans, loving the feeling of the building ache in his cock as he fucks you, hard and deep, holding you in place. You scream out a strangled moan, tightening painfully around them both, your release adding to the delicious wetness enveloping him.
„Fuck, I’m gonna…“ Steve curses, rolling his hips into you as he comes, barely managing to pull out of you before spilling onto your back and the silk sheets.
"Shit." He rolls to the side, breathing heavily, watching you and Bucky with a lustful expression.
Buckys hands grip your ass, holding you in place as he starts to fuck you at a much deeper, rougher pace. You've done so well for him, it's far more likely the blonde will talk now, and god do you look so beautiful right now, covered in bruises, make up running down your face from tears of pleasure and lips swollen from kisses and sucking Steve off.
"So fucking good for me, my perfect girl" he growls into your ear, pressing you down into the bed, hooking your leg around his good arm, bracing himself with the metal arm. "You've done so, so well." He kisses you hungrily, holding you in place.
„Who do you belong to, doll? Tell me.“
„You, fuck, I belong to y-you!“
The Soldier growls again at your whimpers and moans while he slams into you again, again and again until he’s spilling his cum inside you. „Good girl…“
"Heh," Steve is zipping his pants up, sitting on the side of the bed, watching you both. "I still made her scream louder."
Bucky snorts. "Whatever you say, Captain." He pulls out of you, pulling his pants back up and waits for you to shakily dress.
He'll carry you back to his room, let you sleep and shower you in praise. But certain fronts must be kept up in front of the prisoner.
"Can't say that was a bad time, though," Steve grins as you head towards the door.
"Don't get used to it." Bucky warns, "I doubt I'll share her again."
"Wouldn't expect it. Worried I'll steal her away?"
"I keep close tabs on what's mine," Bucky counters, blue eyes cold as he follows you from the room.
Steve smiles to himself. He still won't tell Hydra a damn thing, but well, he's certainly not complaining about how this went. Judging from the Winter Soldiers reaction, he got under his skin too. Good.
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dirty thot for the day:
Riding buckys thigh while making out with steve...i’ll just leave that right here 😭🤍
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You and Bucky had been spending the entire day on the couch, flipping through whatever was playing on TV. Between ordering food, having a nap here and there, and waiting for Steve to come home, its safe to say you were getting pretty impatient.
Throughout the day you two had gotten rid of clothes from your bodies, piece by piece until you were just in one of Steve's shirts and your underwear, while Bucky was simply in his grey track pants.
When it was nearing seven at night and Steve said he would be back from his solo mission sometime tonight, Bucky could feel you getting restless.
Was it because you were tired and missed him?
Of course, you always miss him.
Was it also because of the ache between your legs and the feeling of the cool air against your wet panties?
Yes it fucking was, and you were very close to just pouncing on Bucky and dealing with Steve later.
You two had picked another movie about an hour ago, and every time you shift your hips under the blanket, Bucky's eyes go straight to your legs which are resting over his lap.
It wasn't until a sex scene appears on the TV that you decided you had enough, as you flung off the blanket.
Bucky watched with wide eyes as you sat up and pulled the shirt up and over your head, resting it on the back of the couch and sitting up on your knees.
"Sweets..." Bucky starts to say, knowing that Steve told you two to wait up for him.
Quickly shaking your head, you shuffle closer to him until your knees are touching the side of his thigh.
"Can't wait." You pout, hands smoothing over his thigh and dangerously close to his crotch. "Don't care about Stevie, need you now."
He watches as your hands continue to grip his thigh, patience running about just as thin as the material covering you right now.
You swear he had never snapped so fast, arms reaching over to take your panties off you, then wrap around you and pull you into his lap. Instead of getting you to straddle him fully though, he rests you on his left thigh.
Looking down at his leg, then back up to his face, he gives you a nod that says go ahead. The he leans forward, cool metal hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he holds it there, lips meeting your ear lobe.
"You wanna piss Steve off? Do it on my thigh sweets, make a mess for him to find when get gets home."
If words could make you come, you would have right then and there.
Bucky words aren't the only things that spur you on as your hips instinctively move forward and back, but the thought of Steve coming home to find the two of you like this...
God it was just as good.
Bucky's hand moves from your jaw to your throat as he kisses you, swallowing your moans.
His other hand stays on your hip while you rub yourself against his thigh, finding the perfect angle and rhythm so you hit your clit every time.
He continues to whisper dirty things in your ear as you tune the rest of the world out, mind being taken over by the pleasure.
It wasn't until the two of you hear a sudden thud from the other side of the room, when you pull away from him and both of your heads snap in that direction.
Your movements pause completely when you see his shadow standing in the door frame.
Still wearing his suit.
You and Bucky are both completely silent as he stalks across the room, light from the TV shining on his face and you see the full beard on his cheeks.
"You two really couldn't wait?" His voice interrupts you quickly, and he's using his authoritative Captain voice.
Bucky stays silent, while you try and think of something to say. Steve has other plans though.
He raises an eyebrow at the two of you because neither of you answer, and he leans forward on the back of the couch with his hands.
His words catch you off guard, a confused look appearing on your face as you look at him.
"What? You can only do the exact opposite of what I said?" He tilts his head and looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to say it again for you to understand? Is it too much for you now?"
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you rest your hands on Bucky's shoulders and start to move your hips again.
The more you do, the more your eyes close and you start to forget about what you were doing before this.
You feel Bucky's metal hand on your hip again, while a warm flesh one caresses your jaw until it takes a firm hold. This makes you open your eyes to see Steves face as he licks his lips, then slams them against yours.
Your head becomes foggy with all the different sensations, and Steves grip on your jaw moving to the back of your head.
"Fucking hell." Bucky curses while watching the two of you, and reaching to palm himself over his track pants.
Steve pulls away just as you move your hips faster, feeling like you could fall over the edge at any moment.
"Think she deserves to cum Buck?" He asks, arm wrapping around Bucky's shoulder as his hand travels down his bare chest.
"She's gonna make a mess." Bucky warns in a suggestive tone, feeling Steves hand stop just above the band of his track pants, almost breaking his attention from you. "Wanna see her cum so bad though, always looks so fucking perfect."
The next moan you let out catches both of their attention, hands gripping Bucky's shoulders.
"Fuck, please!" You whine, needing to come but wanting to be good for them. "Please let me come, I need it so bad!"
Steve moves away from Bucky and back to you, taking your face in his hands again and making you look at him.
"You cum when I tell you to." He says sternly, making you nod your head quickly. "Then you clean the mess you made on Bucks pants, it's the least you can you right?"
"Mhm! I promise, please let me come." You pinch your eyes shut from trying to hold back.
"Go on then, show us how good you can be." Steve says and wipes a tear away from your eyes. "Come for us pretty girl."
It tears through your body as your hands roam all around for something to grab onto, finding Bucky's hair and Steve's shirt.
Your legs start to shake and burn from sitting in that position for so long.
A hand smooths down your back while another holds your cheek, the both of them whispering things to you as you come down form your high.
Between the praises from the both fo them, you manage to move down his thigh until you're settled not he floor in front of him.
Quickly licking up as much of your juices off the fabric as you can, you look up at the two of them.
Bucky looks like he's about to burst through his pants, your panties tightly held in his closed fist. Steve on the other hand stands up straight, his stern Captain look on his face.
You watch as his hands swiftly move to the belt buckle on his pants, looking down at the two of you while undoing it.
Excited nerves course though your body, while Bucky just sits there relishing in the fact that you're both about to get absolutely fucked. Steves voice breaks you two out of the trance you're in, and it sends chills down your entire body.
"You two better hope that was worth it."
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˜*°•.°•. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader, bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x bucky barnes
warnings: unprotected sex (vaginal + anal). handjobs, anal rimming/ass eating, face-riding. dirty talk, degradation, praise. sub!bucky, dom!steve, switch!reader. lots of cum, (cum play). spit kink. slapping. choking. tears do appear. bondage (bucky’s tied to the bed). also, use of traffic light safe words (bucky confims it’s green / no safe word use). it’s literal filth, with no plot at all.
word count: 2.5k
notes: bc our discord absolutely popped off with thoughts of sub!bucky, and stucky that i couldn’t help myself and i’ve been h word all day bc of it. pls heed the warnings bc this is really intense lol
There’s something liberating in the feeling of relinquishing control.
Giving up your primal sense of self so that you could experience a pleasure that had been taken from you, and then given to you.
“Please”, Bucky prays for release like a sinner absolving.
He pulls at his binds, sweat pooling on his forehead as he watches the way your soaking cunt fucks itself down onto Steve’s leaking cock.
The two of you ignore him — after all, he’d been the one ignoring the two of you all night, too preoccupied by flirting with Tony’s newest personal assistant.
“S-Stevie!”, you squeal at the feeling of your boyfriend pistoning his hips up into you, hitting that deep, spongy spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyes.
The older man just chuckles, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he praises you, “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me, angel”. His brooklyn accent is as thick as molasses — deep, and harsh as he loses himself to the pleasures your body provides.
Bucky whines, “I’m so sorry, I swear, I’ll never do it again please-”
“D’you hear somethin’ Stevie?”, your voice cuts him off without even looking at him, “Thought I heard the noises of a pathetic little slut trying to talk to us”.
Steve chuckles, fucking into you with a particular rough drive of his hips, “Mm, no, couldn’t be our little whore could it? Because he knows what will happen if he keeps actin’ like a spoiled brat”.
The threat hangs heavy in the air, and Bucky feels himself choke on his own spit. God, he’d really fucked up hadn’t he?
You look at Steve, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips before leaning down to kiss him. It’s hot, and filthy, your tongues massaging each others as it gets messy.
The blonde’s hands move down to your ass, holding the globes before squeezing them almost to the point of pain, “Stevie! Fuck, ‘m gonna cum”, you cry as you feel the coil tighten in your core, the wet, squelching sounds like music to the men’s ears.
“Yeah, angel? You gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”, he grins against your mouth before growling, “Look at me” as he strikes your cheek with a cupped hand.
It was a rule Steve had, something that always made his ego swell with pride — your eyes had to be on him at all times when he was fucking you, because he loved watching the way your eyes glossed over with desire, and the way they fought rolling back as you came.
Your eyes find his, breath catching in your throat at the intense stare, “‘M so close, please, wanna cum for you”. It’s the begging that does him in, “Wanna show you how good I am for you”.
“Go on, angel”, Steve encourages you as his fingers find your clit to play with it, “Show our slut what happens when you’re good”.
You scream his name as you clench your walls down on his thick cock, feeling your juices squirt all over the two of you as your boyfriend fucks you through your orgasm, “S-so good, Stevie, oh my god — y’fuck me so well, fuck!”.
His tongue licks against your lips, prying them open so that he can fuck your mouth with it the same way he does your cunt, “Squeezin’ me so tight, angel, gonna make me cum, shit”.
“Please, Stevie”, you huff breathlessly against his mouth, “Want to feel you cum inside of me, need you to fill me up”.
“That what you want, angel?”, he asks as his chest heaves and at your desperate nod continues, “Why?”.
Your eyes flicker over to Bucky’s, taking in the way his face and body were covered with a red flush as he bites on his lip, “Because”, you lower your voice, “I want our pretty boy to eat it out of me”.
“Oh fuck!”, Steve groans as he feels his balls tighten before releasing inside of you, “So fuckin’ hot, angel, fuuuuuck”.
You giggle as you grind yourself down onto his dick, milking him as you pepper kisses to his face before squeezing him one last time before pulling yourself off him.
Trying your best, you clench your muscles to help stop any of his cum from falling out, looking to Steve with an inquisitive head tilt, “Go on, angel, let him have a taste”.
Bucky wants to cry from how pent up he is, his tongue already licking at his lip as he watches you make your way over to him, “Open your mouth, pretty boy”, you instruct him, leaning down as he does before collecting the saliva in your mouth and spitting it into his, with a sharp tap to his cheek you tell him, “Swallow”.
And he does, because Bucky was sure at this point, he’d do anything you asked without question.
Your hand threads through his hair, “You okay, pretty boy?”.
He nods, too eager to have you sit on his face to think about anything else, which isn’t enough for his boyfriend as he asks, “C’mon Buck, what’s your colour?”.
“Green”, Bucky gasps, “So fucking green”.
You and Steve share a wicked smile before your legs land on either side of Bucky’s head, and he moans at the look of your messy cunt on display for him.
Running your thumb over his bottom lip, you let him pull the digit into his mouth as he hollows his cheeks and sucks, “You ready, baby?”.
“Please”, Bucky whispers as you pull your finger away, eyes pleading innocently, “Wanna taste you and Stevie, please”.
With a satisfied smile, you slowly lower yourself onto his face, gasping when you feel him moan against your cunt. Bucky’s tongue immediately prods at your entrance, lips pursing as he starts sucking and licking, groaning at the taste of you and Steve on his tongue.
Your eyes close for a moment, immersed in the way Bucky makes out with your slit before you feel a sharp slap against your cheek, making you moan out as your eyes find those of Steve’s. He grips your face, smushing your cheeks so that your lips pucker as he smirks, “Look so fuckin’ hot angel”, and then he’s smashing his lips to yours, dominating the kiss as his hand lowers to find solace around your neck.
It makes you gasp, the way Steve’s control over the two of you never falters, even as you catch sight of cock — glaringly red again, and leaking from the tip even after already coming once.
He pulls away from you, “Mm, what should I do with you two now, hm?”.
It takes you a moment to realise he’d asked a question, too consumed with the feeling of Bucky as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth.
“Sit up, sweetheart”, Steve tells you, and you obey him as you leverage yourself.
The cry that leaves Bucky’s lips has you clenching around nothing, “No, no, no, please, please”.
“Shh, pretty boy”, Steve murmurs as he runs a finger down Bucky’s nose, “Stop actin’ like a desperate little slut”.
His words have the other super soldier falling quiet as he anticipates Steve’s next move.
“‘M still so hard”, the blonde says as he looks towards you, “What should I do about it, angel?”.
Your eyes light up at his words, and Bucky holds his breath, “Want to see you fuck our little slut”.
“Yeah, sweetheart? That what you want?”, Steve smirks, his finger now playing with your lips.
Nodding you tell him, “Wanna see you use him, remind him that he belongs to you, to us”.
Steve groans the words before kissing you again, “Ride his face, want him to feel only us, can you do that for me while I open him up?”.
This time, you’re the one kissing him, “Yes, Stevie”.
Steve growls, “God, I fuckin’ love you”, before he’s moving away from the two of you, and grabbing the lube so that he can stretch Bucky to take him.
You look at down at the brunette, “Gonna make me feel good, Buck?”.
“Yeah, yes, please”, he pleads and you don’t offer him anything else before your bringing his head up to your cunt, making him continue.
You know when Steve’s fingers enter Bucky’s hole judging from the sounding moan that vibrates against your clit, “Fuck, Bucky!”.
He groans against you, tongue flicking in a way that has your toes curling as you feel another orgasm building. You chase it on his tongue, your hands pulling in his hair as you use him, “Fuck fuck fuck!”, you squeal as you hit your peak, cumming all over the brunettes tongue, and sighing from the sensitivity as he laps up your release.
With wobbly legs, you bring yourself off of him, falling onto the bed as you watch through hazy eyes. Steve winks at you, a third finger being swallowed by Bucky’s hole and you can’t but admire how beautiful your boyfriends look together.
You move onto your side, reaching out to stroke Bucky’s cheek before leaning in to kiss him, letting him whine into your mouth as you realise that Steve’s tongue is working in conjunction with his fingers to get Bucky ready.
“Doin’ so well, pretty boy, you look so gorgeous”, you praise, smiling at the cries that leave him, tears welling in his eyes.
You hear the bottle cap of the lube close before a thud hits the ground, pulling back you watch as Steve coats his entire length before grabbing Bucky’s thighs to pull them over his waist.
Steve lines his cock up to Bucky’s waiting hole, and you find enough energy to sit up so that you could watch the way the two of them connect, “Look s’pretty”.
“Y’think so, angel?” Steve grins, giving Bucky a moment to take a deep breath before he’s pushing forward, growling at the way his boyfriend takes his dick in one, fluid thrust, “Fuck, Bucky baby”.
Words escape him, he’s so overwhelmed and all Bucky wants is to come. Mewels and whines leave his throat as Steve starts fucking into him with wild abandonment, taking out his frustrations with Bucky’s flirting out on his ass.
You hear Steve husk your name, his eyes gesturing to the sergeant’s weaping cock. Feeling more energetic, you prop yourself onto your knees before you drag your fingernails along Bucky’s abdomen, watching the way the muscles tense under your touch.
The pad of your finger swipes along the slit, collecting some of the cum that oozes before bringing it up to the blondes mouth. Steve’s tongue swipes, moaning at the taste of his boyfriend before he’s sucking your finger into his mouth.
Pulling it out, you watch the way that Steve thrusts into Bucky — it’s different from the way he fucked you, this time, he goes slower, deeper, making sure Bucky can feel him in his throat.
Leaning down, you collect as much spit in your mouth as you can before letting it drool over Bucky’s cock before you wrap your hand around him.
“Please!”, Bucky yells, his tone raspy as he tries to meet Steve’s thrusts, “I’m so close, please. ‘M so sorry, I’ll never do it again — I promise”.
You and Steve look at each other as you continue to jerk Bucky off, “Think he’s tellin’ the truth, Stevie?”.
“I don’t know, angel…” Steve trails off, looking expectedly at Bucky as he waits for him to continue apologising, and he does.
Tears fall onto his cheeks as he begs for forgiveness, apologising in any way that he can think of — it has you and Steve feeling sorry for him.
“Shh, it’s okay pretty boy”, you mutter as you flick your wrist in a way that has Bucky’s back arching off the bed.
“Yeah Bucky baby”, Steve adds sweetly, “You’re okay, aren’t ya?”.
A part of the blonde almost expects for Bucky to retaliate, shouting that he wants to cum, so he’s shocked when he hears his boyfriend say, “Yeah Stevie, ‘m okay. S’up to you, and angel”.
The look you give Steve has him making up his mind as he says, “S’okay pretty boy, you ready to come for us, hm?”.
“Yes! Stevie”, Bucky cries out, “Wanna cum for the both of you, please, please!”.
Your movements become more erratic, matching the pace as Steve starts drilling into his hole, and you watch as Bucky’s balls begin to swell, his thighs tensing, “Cum for us, pretty boy, wanna see you let go and make a mess for us, okay?”.
His mouth falls wide open, eyes closing as a scream errupts from his throat, calls of your names falling from his lips as he releases all over your hand.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby”, Steve grunts as he feels his own orgasm about to approach, “Clenchin’ down on my cock so good, shit”.
You milk Bucky’s cock for all its worth before you let it go, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you can lick off his spent, moaning at the taste you’d grown so familiar with.
The sight of you eating Bucky’s cum has Steve grinding into the abused hole, shouting as he hits his peak, and pushing his come as far into Bucky as it’ll go — painting his walls, making sure that he’s completely finished before delicately pulling out.
All three of you wait a moment to catch your breaths, before you hear Bucky’s hitch — Steve was toying with his hole, watching as his cum seeps from it, “Shit, that’s so fucking hot”, you whisper as the rim spasms.
You feel Steve’s hand brush against your cheek before holding it, “C’mere angel”, and your thighs squeeze together as you realise what he’s going to make you do.
Bucky’s completely blissed out, his orgasm still thrumming through his veins and heartbeat pounding in his ears — it’s why the feeling of your gentle tongue prodding his ass has him moaning out in shock.
“Calm down, Buck”, Steve tells him softly, “Just cleanin’ you up”. Steve pets your head, pushing you further into Bucky as you lick at the rim before taking what you could into your mouth, “Don’t swallow it sweetheart, get as much as you can and then come back up to me”.
You do as he says, being as tender as you can before pulling away and getting back onto your knees, “C’mere angel”, Bucky hears Steve’s calm command.
He watches through hooded eyes as Steve’s mouth opens, your tongue pushing past his lips so that you could transfer his cum. It drips down your chins, and Steve pulls you in closer by the back of your neck, groaning as you swap the cum between the two of you before it’s swallowed down.
As the two of you break the kiss, Bucky can’t help the laugh that rises from him, “Fuckin’ hell, you two’ll kill me”.
But you just smile sweetly in response, “Depends on whether or not you’re gonna flirt in front of us again”.
“Mm, well if it ends like this, I don’t know if I can promise you that I won’t”, Bucky smiling cheekily as Steve unties him from the bedposts.
Only for the smile to drop as he feels a tight grip on his chin, Steve forcing him to look up, “Try it again, and we won’t let you cum next time”.
A mischievous gleam sparks in the brunette’s eyes, “Yes, Captain”.
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still three idiots
^ the one where steve and bucky tries to make it very, very obvious that they like love you AND/OR the sequel to three pretty idiots
read the first part here -> three pretty idiots
Warnings: urm buck and steve are slow old men and they're just idiots ugh. reader's kinda insecure (?) about her feelings and natasha's a good bro <3 mentions of smut but no smut!
WC: 5.1K words
𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
this very, very sexy gif creds to @on-your-left-birdie
Steve pulls away, palms still cupping Bucky's jaw as his eyes flutter open. Bucky can barely believe that it just happened. Bucky's eyes were wide open, mouth almost gaping.
"You okay, Buck?"
He stuttered, "Y-yeah, 's just a little weird." Bucky loosely held the cotton of Steve's shirt in his hand. "Good weird." His head tilted to one side as he stares at Steve. As cliche as it sounds, he's been waiting a long, long time just to feel the taste of Steve's lips. And now that he's actually felt it, maybe Bucky's a little flustered. "But I thought you love her."
Steve's lips curl into a soft smile, eyes looking down at Bucky as if Bucky's his whole world. "But I love ya too, punk."
Steve leans down again and crashes his lips against Bucky, tongue pushing into Bucky’s mouth before he pulls away. “That a good enough answer for ya?”
Steve stops his thoughts, “You’re in love with her just as much as I am, Buck. It’s gonna work out somehow, okay?” Steve sounded so sure of himself that it only made Bucky more hesitant.
“Bucky, we’ll figure it out.”
It took them 20 minutes to come up with Operation Overt— some weird word Bucky found on the dictionary’s word of the day that means something that’s made obvious. And somehow it made so much sense to use it since one, they’ll be making it very, very known to you that they really, really like and love you, and two, operation overt sounds way cooler than operation obvious.
Plus, they made a bet on how long this whole thing will take. Bucky has a feeling that it’ll be a done deal by Friday and Steve’s very sure it’s gonna take about a week.
Except— they weren’t prepared on how hard it’ll be just to get a glimpse of you in the compound.
[Day 1, Monday]
They decided that they'll go along with something basic, a little routine that you three got pretty used to. The three of you will go down to Papa Jim's and get some milkshakes for breakfast. Bucky and Steve will usually meet you there after their run.
Except- you're 26 minutes late. And there's still no sign of you showing up. And, you're never late to Monday Milkshake Mornings. Unless, there's some valid reason where you are stuck in some early meeting with Fury, off on a mission or doing some training with the recruits. Even then, you'd always let them know beforehand.
Bucky glances over Steve's shoulder as he shoots you a text.
Steve: You coming? [sent 9.29 am]
Y/n: mission. sorry. [sent 9.51 am]
They glanced up at each other as soon as they read the text. Weird.
"Do you know anything about it?" Bucky sips on his second cup of strawberry caramel milkshake, finger reaching out for the fries on the table before dipping it into the drink and shoving it in his mouth.
"Fury didn't schedule her for anything." Steve frowns, setting his phone aside before leaning his body closer to Bucky. "At least nothing that I know of."
"It's just weird that she didn't say it earlier." Bucky reaches around and rests his arm around Steve's broad shoulder. "Bad weird."
[Day 2, Tuesday]
Apparently you'd only be coming back on Thursday. That means that day 2 and day 3 of Operation Overt is completely wasted. Bucky's getting dangerously close to losing the bet he's having with Steve.
Still, they're determined not to let day 2 just go to waste.
Bucky: Doll? [sent 4.39 pm]
Bucky: Dinner on thursday? [sent 4.40 pm]
Bucky: Stevie's making chicken and waffles. [sent 4.41 pm]
Y/n: sorry. gonna be too tired to eat. [sent 5.00 pm]
Y/n: maybe next time. [sent 5.07pm]
He doesn't know what he finds weirder. That there's a 7 minutes time gap between your previous text and the one that you just sent or that you just said no to chicken and waffles. You never say no to chicken and waffles- especially not if Steve's the one who made it.
[Day 3, Wednesday]
Steve's gotten zero updates on your whereabouts. He doesn't even know what your mission's about or when your jet will even land. He knows very well that you can handle yourself, but he still gets worried when you go off on a solo mission. He'd be more at ease if he had the slightest clue on you but he's stuck with nothing and that's more than enough to get him all riled up and worried.
He's happy with Bucky, of course. But he and Bucky both know that there's a little missing piece in their jigsaw puzzle. Little but very, very important. You.
Bucky sees that you love Steve. And Steve sees that you love Bucky. Somehow, they came to the conclusion that you maybe like/love both of them and maybe you'd be willing to date both of them.
But it did make Steve wonder- why were you so adamant on setting him up with Bucky if you liked them both?
Weird. In Bucky's words, bad weird.
[Day 4, Thursday]
You've never said no to Steve's chicken and waffles. Steve takes very much offence to that. He's done a lot to ensure that the quality of his waffles are very much maintained just for you. And for you to say that you'll miss out on his very heavenly chicken and waffles just because you're tired, Steve's very offended. It's not that he doesn't want you to rest, and maybe he's a little selfish. But he doesn't want you to rest alone. If you were with him and Bucky, they'd at least make sure you're fed with good food, Steve's chicken and waffles, and milkshakes, and they'd take care of you so good.
But Steve decides that no matter what, it'd be ruthless of him to not send some to your floor. Just because you said you were too tired to join him and Bucky, doesn't mean you can't just have some later when you’re more relaxed.
Or maybe, Steve just desperately wants an excuse to see you.
So he takes a plate and puts two waffles on it and adds some chicken tenders on top. He knows you have syrup somewhere in your pantry so he doesn't bother pouring it on the plate. Then both him and Bucky went up to your floor, looking like two giant idiots with a plate of waffles in Steve's hand and Bucky holding two bottles of gatorade because they know you'll definitely need it when you're up later.
Except- you're nowhere on your floor.
"Friday, where's Y/n?"
"Agent Y/l/n is on a walk, Captain Rogers. She specifically mentioned that she'll be back late and that if anyone wants to see her, it can wait tomorrow." The AI speaks from some hidden speaker Tony installed on the floor.
Bucky almost jumps from how sudden the voice was, still not used to being around an invisible robot that knows pretty much everything. But he throws Steve a confused look at Friday's reply.
"Thought she was exhausted." Bucky tilts his head, keeping his eyes on Steve as he sets down the drinks.
"Wanna stay here for awhile? She could be back soon." Steve suggests, already making his way to the giant, plush couch that his ass immediately sinks into.
Bucky hums, following along and toeing off his shoes before he's lying on your couch, head resting on Steve's lap. Steve's fingers immediately reaches for Bucky's hair, softly scratching his scalp while Bucky's eyes flutter close.
Steve has no idea how long they sat there but the ding from the elevator pulls him and Bucky out from their calm, and they instantly sat up.
He has no idea how to say this but... you look miserable. And he means it in the kindest way. But fuck, you still look gorgeous, and Steve doesn't know if he should be worried or in awe.
The dark circles under your eyes were very prominent, Bucky was almost sure that a panda walked in instead of you- a very adorable, gorgeous, panda, thank you very much. Your shoulders were slumped and it looks like you haven't been resting at all.
"Doll?" Bucky stands up, already extending a hand towards you.
"Hey." You stare at them confusedly. Why are they here? But some sort of muscle memory makes you take Bucky's hand without even realising.
Bucky immediately pulls you into his chest, one palm resting on your hip and the other wrapped around you, holding you tightly. "You look exhausted, doll."
You bit back the urge to say "because of you dumbass." Instead you just relax into his hold because it actually feels really, really nice. You didn't want to avoid them, it just felt weird to be around them when they're already together. Like you're intruding and being an annoying third-wheel.
He pulls away to sit you between him and Steve, and Steve instantly has an arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.
"You alright? Where have you been, honey?" Steve couldn't resist pressing a chaste kiss to your hair as you lean into him.
"Went on a walk. Too restless to sleep." Your reply was curt and Steve feels your lips moving against his chest as you speak.
"Wanna eat? Or you wanna get some rest?" Steve asks, fingers softly playing with your hair while Bucky stares down worriedly at you.
You took a long time to reply, your breathing calming and Steve figures out that you fell asleep. His lips curl, before he lets out a breathy laugh at how easy you dozed off. "You wanna pick her up, babe? I can't move my hands."
Buck smiles down adoringly at you, before he's standing up, hands sliding under your knees and the other under your back. He carries you off Steve, easily lifting you up. Steve follows closely as Bucky carries you to your bedroom, and he settles you on your bed.
Steve carefully slips off your jacket, making sure you're comfortable before he pulls the sheets over you.
He hoped that maybe you'll realise that he's leaving with Bucky and will tell them to stay, and he was tempted to ask Bucky if they could just climb in beside you. But you stayed asleep so he takes the sticky note on your nightstand and picks up the pen right beside it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰? - 𝐒 & 𝐁
He sticks the note on your lamp before he and Bucky turns around, closing the door behind them as they leave your room. He throws your sleeping figure one last glance before closing the door, smiling at how peaceful you look just sleeping.
[Day 5, Friday]
And… Bucky lost the bet. In all honesty, he wasn’t expecting it to be such a huge challenge. And it wasn’t even his fault! You’d been on a mission and that itself took up like three days.
Also, maybe it was only Friday, but the boys found out that Steve, also, lost the bet. It was an immediate loss- you sent them a text when you woke up.
Y/n: going on a mission with nat tonight. only back on monday. [sent 2.43 pm]
Y/n: thanks 4 the waffles and gatorade though [sent 2.43 pm]
Steve: Oh… okay. No problem, doll. [sent 2.45 pm]
Steve: Stay safe. C you when you're back. - S&B [sent 2.47 pm]
Y/n: ok [sent 2.54 pm]
Right— you’d only come back from a mission yesterday and the boys saw just how tired you look. It’s absurd that you’re off on another mission already.
And Steve refuses to watch Fury just send you off mission after mission— like really, are you some superhuman who don’t need rest or something?
[Day 6, Saturday]
Steve wasn’t happy about you going on missions with barely any rest. And as much as he wants to go to talk to Fury about it, he actually hates talking to the director. So instead, Steve went to Maria.
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Cap. But it’s all her. Agent Y/l/n requested for the missions." She explains with a shrug, "Nick asked her to take a break but she insisted on going."
Steve frowns, forehead wrinkling as he thinks about why the hell would you request for missions when you’re clearly exhausted.
“Right— okay, thanks Hill.” Steve nods before he turns away, fingers scratching the back of his neck because he has no idea why the hell you're doing this.
[Day 7, Sunday]
“You’re distracted.” Natasha notes, shoulder nudging against yours as she sits beside you on the rock, overlooking the Hydra base sitting at the bottom of the hill.
“Thinking, Nat.” You clarify, resting your palms on the rock behind you and leaning back to enjoy the actually decent view and the really nice breeze.
“Talk to me, девочка.” She urges, turning towards you, her lips curling into a soft smile.
You sigh, throwing her a glance before deciding that you should just be honest. Either way, she’s definitely gonna find out sometime.
"Steve and Bucky."
“What’s wrong? I thought you’re close to them.” Nat slides closer to you, head turning to look at you.
“I like them, Nat. Hell— I think I love them.” You force out, eyeing her from the corner of your eyes.
Natasha lets out an offensive snort, instantly rolling her eyes as if she knows something you don’t. “девочка, I've told you the same thing a million times. Just go for it. You don't have anything to lose."
You let out a scoff. "Oh yeah, how about my dignity?"
"Oh, please." She rolls her eyes, shoving you away. "As if they'll say no to you."
Your brows furrow at her words. "What the hell does that even means?"
Her lips instantly curled, grinning at just how clueless you are. "Hun, they'll do anything for you, is that not already obvious enough?" She hops off the rock, dusting the dirt off her pants. "Just trust me, Y/n."
[Day 8, Monday]
You were not convinced. At all. You trust Nat with your damn life, but when it comes to this? It's a huge no.
Buck and Steve are finally together (relationship-ly) after like a hundred years? And you don't wanna just slot yourself and take away their quality time or whatever. And it's not like you regret making them get together- finally. But, you miss spending time with them and maybe, it makes you just a little jealous that they'll always have each other while you're stuck being alone wishing that you're... with them.
So instead of dwelling on all these feelings and getting all sad, you pretty much decided that there's nothing better than drowning yourself in work, missions and making yourself so exhausted that you'll just stop thinking about them.
At least, that's what you hoped would happen— not that you'll spend all your sleep deprived hours thinking about what it'd feel like to be in Steve's and Bucky's arms or how it'd feel to fall asleep listening to their heartbeats.
That Thursday when Bucky sat you in between him and Steve, and Steve pulled you into his chest and you just fell asleep immediately? You want to feel that again. It scares you just how easy their presence, their warmth and them makes you instantly calm.
[Day 8, Tuesday]
"Natasha," Bucky comes up behind the spy, hands awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he shifts from foot to foot.
"Bucky Barnes, boyfriend to Steve Rogers, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Nat teases, fingers reaching out for Thor's chocolate bar in the fridge.
He knows Natasha has some very important information that he's very keen to find out about and will definitely share with Steve. And Bucky's very desperate to try and dig that very information out of her. "Just wanted to ask you a little question."
"If it's about Y/n, you're better off going straight to the source." She simply replies, brows raised as she bites into the stolen treat.
"Oh, c'mon. Was it really that obvious?" He whines, biting his cheek and frowning at how easy it was for her to read his mind.
"I'm just gonna say this, Bucky. Whatever the hell you and Steve feel, Y/n feels the same. Just go for it, alright? You've got nothing to lose."
Bucky frowns, head tilting as he sharply glares at the woman. "What about my dignity and my pride? What if she says no to us? What if you already know that she feels nothing and you're just tricking me and Steve into embarrassing ourselves?"
Natasha rolls her eyes and chuckled. "Funny. She said something about dignity too." She gives Bucky a pat on his shoulder before she makes her way out of the pantry.
What the fuck just happened.
[Day 9, Wednesday]
Bucky and Steve realised that you were definitely avoiding them. It actually took 8 whole days for them to come to that conclusion.
They know that you're easily the most stubborn person after Steve so it wouldn't be easy to just call you out and expect that you'd fall back into their arms. And obviously, operation overt was obviously not working and Bucky's getting very impatient.
Bucky: Come over please. [sent 6.22 pm]
Bucky: Now.-Steve [sent 6.23 pm]
Bucky: Very, very important. [sent 6.23 pm]
Bucky: No excuses. We know your mission got cancelled. [sent 6.23 pm]
Y/n: I’ll come by tonight? [sent 6.39 pm]
Bucky: NOW. -Steve [sent 6.42 pm]
You panicked at the last text. Caps-lock Steve is never a good sign. He’s either angry or very, very excited. And something tells you that it’s not the second one. And— something also tells you that Bucky’s also pissed, because Bucky never says please. Those two idiots being angry at the same time? Never a good sign.
You know it’s impossible to hide now. And making them wait would be worse. It was like entering uncharted territory.
They were both standing right in front of the elevator as soon as you came out, arms folded across their chest and blankly staring at you. You would've laughed if you weren't so worried about what the hell's going to happen in the next 3 minutes.
It was only fair that your reaction was as such. After more than 5 years of knowing them, you've never been on the receiving end of those very sharp glares. And now that you are... you have no idea how to deal with it.
"You've got one minute to be honest with us, doll." Bucky starts, tongue clicking as he stares you down. "Why have you been avoiding us all week?"
"I wasn't avoiding anyone—” You knew it was a long shot but you never expected Steve to shoot you down so quickly.
Steve lets out an exaggerated sigh, "You'll only make things worse if you lie, sweetheart."
"I wasn't lying—”
Bucky clicks his tongue, an almost annoyed look gracing his face. "Cutting it real close, doll. Thirty seconds."
You let out an exasperated groan, voice raising as you speak. "How am I supposed to explain myself if you two keep cutting me off?!" You take a deep breath, watching how they turned to each other with raised brows. "Listen— can we just sit on the couch and talk like normal people?"
Maybe Nat's right. Just go for it. Right?
Steve's sighs and drops his facade, he steps towards you, arms instantly enveloping you into his hold. "Just one minute. We missed you, sweetheart."
Bucky follows him right behind, hugging you from the back as his arms curl around your waist. "But you still gotta explain why you were avoidin' us like a plague the whole of last week."
So you took that one minute of being strangled, hugged by the boys to formulate a quick lie as to why you were avoiding them. You just hope it's gonna work.
Your head's resting on Bucky's shoulder, and your legs are comfortable but somehow awkwardly resting on Steve's lap and there's a tub of ice cream shared between you three.
"I just wanted to give you guys some privacy, y'know. Let you spend some precious couple time together." You were begging for this stupid excuse to work, and you pray to the gods that they'll never find out about the actual reason that you're desperately trying to hide.
"Doll, you didn't have to. We love spendin' time with you." Bucky declares, his hand slowly running through your hair as you just sink into his hold.
Steve, ever the goddamn detective, asked something that threw you off for a quick second. "It still doesn't make sense that you asked for more missions even when you were obviously tired, doll."
"No, uh— I was restless and needed some time to think. I just wanted to make myself tired enough that I'll just stop thinking about it, y'know."
Steve's brows furrowed as he stares at you. "You could've just came to us, sweetheart."
"What were you thinking about, doll?" You felt Bucky press a soft kiss on the top of your head as he continues running his hand through your hair.
You do not have a lie prepared to answer this damn question. The real answer though— it's them. But you obviously can't tell them that without exposing yourself so you just close your eyes and relax into Bucky's warmth, silently hoping that they won't see through your lies. "It's nothing important."
Steve hums, his thumb brushing against one of your ankles. "You know what I think, doll?" He's over you in a split second, his hand cupping your face as he pulls you away from Bucky. "I think you're just bullshittin'."
"No! I was being completely honest, Stevie!" His head tilts as he watches just how you tried your best to keep your eyes on his. He's known you long enough to know when you're telling the truth, and when you're not. Like now.
"We'll stop playing nice if you keep on lying, Y/n."
His face was close to yours, nose almost pressing against your cheek as you lean against Bucky. Shivers ran down your spine as his breath just fans your skin. "You really hurt our Buck. And truth be told, I'm really hurt too." There's a coy grin playing on his lips that you would've really enjoyed slapping off his face if you weren't so intimidated by how close he was.
The said man sits by your side, watching amusedly as his hand rests around your shoulder. Bucky leans down, lips pressed against your jaw as he mutters out. "It wouldn't have been so easy to just leave us like that, sweetheart."
"One last chance to tell us the truth, baby." Steve says in the sing song tone he uses whenever he's dying to annoy you as he leaves wet kisses down your jaw. "Say the word and we'll give it to ya." Your head falls back against Bucky's shoulder as Steve continues to kiss down your neck, his hands sliding right underneath your shirt.
"If you don't—" Bucky trails off as he stares down at you, face hovering just above you, his lips curled into a sinister grin. "I'm sure you remember how mean our Stevie gets when you lie."
And god. You know that Steve gets so fucking mean and somehow- you know Bucky's threat is working. The last time you lied to Steve about going out with some friends but you were actually on a blind date? He got beyond pissed and didn't let you cum while he and Bucky used you like their own personal cocksleeve. It was hot as fuck, but it's also a goddamn painful torture.
"C'mon, please." You beg as Bucky keeps on staring down at you, brown eyes almost black with lust
A laugh leaves Steve lips as he pulls away. "Whacha' asking for, Y/n?"
"I don't know—" You breathe out, chest heaving as Steve leans forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm sure you know, doll. We just wanna hear you admit it out loud." Bucky speaks against your ear, grinning up at Steve with that goddamn smug look.
They can't know... right? Not after you've tried so hard just to hide your feelings? Fuck— is that why they're taunting you like this? Waving the one thing you want and need right in front of you only to not let you have it?
Well- better to face it now than never.
"I- I'm in love with you, alright? Both of ya." You force out, turning your head down and keeping your eyes on your lap. "Happy?"
Your eyes watered because this is the part where everything ends. This is where you're gonna lose your best friends, the boys you're in love with just because you just had to fall in love with 'em. They're gonna laugh at you and find you pathetic and a huge fucking joke and—
"Baby," Steve's hands gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away that one stray drop of tear that left your eye. Every ounce of the sinister, mean Stevie look he had on his face earlier on was gone. He has a soft smile gracing his lips as he kneels on the floor right in front of you, taking your hand in his while Bucky takes your other. "Look at us, sweetheart."
You hesitantly look at Steve, watching as Bucky shifts beside you, leaning forward on the couch and turning his whole body to you so you can look at him and Steve at the same time.
"Why are you cryin', doll?" Bucky presses his lips against your knuckles, just as Steve does the same to your other hand.
You're afraid to answer, biting the inside of your cheek as you wait for the bomb to drop- that they'll decide that they don't even wanna look at you anymore.
"We love you, sweetheart." Steve cradles your face in his palms, his heart almost breaking when he sees the sad look in your eyes. He didn't mean to make you sad. Fuck— they knew you love them just as much as they love you. They just needed to hear you say it.
There's a loud pause, your ears barely registering what he said. "You... do?"
Steve lets out a breathy chuckle because that's exactly what Bucky said just last week. Why was it so hard for the two of you to believe him when he says that he loves you and Bucky?
Bucky brushes his metal thumb over your lips, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "Yeah, Y/n. We've been in love with ya for the longest time. Why do you think Stevie went for all those cooking classes when there's literally an in-house chef just three floors down? Or how he just skips his morning runs when we're all sleepin' together?"
"Hey— don't act as if you ain't a complete sap for her either!" Steve snorts because Bucky really listed out all of those things as if he doesn't have his own set of things that he does just because of you. "Did you know that he stays up to watch us sleep, doll? He even said that he prefers it when you brush your fingers through his hair instead of when I do it."
"But you guys didn't say it earlier-"
Bucky looks at you endearingly before he picks you up to sit on his lap, instantly stopping you in the middle of your sentence. Steve moves to sit in your old spot beside Bucky, turning so he's facing you.
"Because we didn't know if you felt the same, sweetheart." Steve grins, his fingers brushing against your knee as the other hand rests on your calf.
"Steve had to force it out of Natasha just to figure out if you reciprocated even an ounce of what we feel about ya. We were too afraid to ask you straight up, doll."
"You love me?"
"So fucking much." Bucky declares as he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head while Steve leans over. Steve crashes his lips against yours, his palm pressed against the side of your face as Bucky cards his hand through your hair.
"Be our girl, doll. We wanna be yours— if you'll have us."
You didn't have to think twice about your answer. You sat up, shifting so you're straddling one of Bucky's thigh and one of Steve's at the same time. Your palm rests against Steve's chest while the other's on Bucky's shoulder.
"Okay–" You breathe out, lips curling into a soft smile. "But, how is this gonna work?" You gestured between you and the boys.
Steve wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and Bucky as a sneaky grin forms on his face. "We can learn to share." His free hand takes Bucky's hand in his, and he brings it up to his lips while still looking at you. "Y'know, maybe use your toys on Buck for a change."
"Hey!" Bucky turns to him defensively, "Why can't it be you instead?"
You laugh at their antics, a little idea forming in your head as you glance at Steve. "Yeah, Stevie. Let me and Buck tie you up and play with you."
Steve raised a brow at your words, head tilting as he eyes you. "What if I say no?"
"You won't." You retort, "Look how much Buck already likes that idea."
Steve listens to you and turns to Bucky, seeing how his boyfriend's eyes were dark with lust and he was practically beaming at your idea.
Bucky hums, fingers softly stroking your thighs while he plays the scene out in his head. "Gotta give you a taste of your own medicine, Stevie. Teach you a lesson so you stop being a huge meanie to our girl."
You grin at his words, before you run your fingers through Steve's hair, the other rubbing the back of Bucky's neck. "An idea for another day– but now, we've got nine days of cuddlin' to make up for."
Steve stares at both you and Bucky like he's startstruck. "I love you both."
Bucky leans into Steve, and he pulls you in so you're resting your head on both their shoulders. "I love you too, Stevie. You too, sweetheart."
"Good because if you didn't then it would be very awkward–"
"Baby, shut up and just say it back." Bucky says, his hand rubbing up and down your spine as Steve's arm goes around his shoulders.
Your giggle vibrates through Steve's chest and it made him feel so damn fuzzy and happy. You press a kiss on each of their shoulders, and another to their jaws, before kissing each of their lips. "I love you guys too."
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Hi I love your writing so much 🥺 Can I request a stucky x reader where no one knows the three of them are together and the boys tease her separately where they know the team will see so the team thinks she’s dating one of them but when they see her with the other they think she’s cheating until someone goes to confront her and maybe are being mean to her and she just kind of freezes because it’s supposed to be a secret so the boys have to come to her rescue
Thank you so much!😭❤️ Now, this oneshot could’ve either went the sfw route, or the nsfw route…I did nsfw. Cause, it’s sorta my thing. If you wanted fluff instead of smut, please shoot me a message and I’ll be more than happy to write another one involving playful teasing instead!💕
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut, fingering, exhibitionism, oral m receiving, nudes, marking/biting
tags: @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss
a/n: @fuckandfluff went over this for me, always a special thanks to her.🥰 This is a a bit fast paced, just like my other requests. I swear I have original content coming out soon. Bear with me💀 These requests have just been toooo good to not dabble in. Ly all🥺
It started a while ago, this thing between you and the two super soldiers. Steve and Bucky wanted you from the moment they laid their eyes on you, Stark’s newest recruit. They’d see you walking around the compound in shorts that barely covered your ass complimented by a shirt that was always a little too tight, outlining the swell of your breasts perfectly.
Coming to agreements are sort of their thing. Ever since they learned to walk they’ve been able to work things out with one another, always coming to a compromise. So, when Bucky came to Steve gushing over you, he was a little heartbroken. He wanted you. But, his best friend seemed to want you just as much.
After a long talk and setting rules and boundaries, they got the courage to ask you to be theirs. When the question left their lips at the same time, you were in shock. You always day dreamed about having one or the other between your legs, it didn’t matter which. But, the prospect of having both? You couldn’t have been more elated, more empowered, or more turned on.
The rules they spoke of pertained more to them than you. They promised they wouldn’t get jealous, just as long as you kept both of them entertained an equal amount. And any time you were ready to take both of them at the same time, they would be more than willing to comply.
You tried not to be conspicuous about your relationship with both men. Each of you prefers to keep it a secret, fearing what the other teammates would think. But, as time went on, they got bolder with what they said and did in front of you.
You're in the kitchen as Clint and Natasha go over mission reports, fixing a little midnight snack. They don’t pay you much attention as you munch on your chips and sandwich. But, a mop of brown hair catches your attention. Bucky waltzes in with no shirt, sweatpants slung low on his narrow hips, accentuating his deep v.
“Wonderin’ where you went off to. Bed got cold.”
He makes his way to stand behind you, hands reaching out to pull you against him. He’s always so warm, even the metal has a hint of heat emitting from it. You almost lose your wits, seemingly drawn to the man that’s behind you, trying his best to get you to rub against him just a little bit.
“Buck,” you whisper, “stop. They’ll see us.”
Your eyes dart over to the two Avengers sitting on the couch across from the kitchen, papers strewn about the coffee table, occasionally holding heat in their conversation. They’re clearly stressed. Their profiles faced you, if they were to turn their heads, they’d easily see Bucky’s attempt to get his hand down your sleep shorts.
“Not if you’re quiet, doll.”
His vibranium arm glides up the apex of your thighs. You have to hold in your whimpers and try to keep your body in control as his fingers go under your shorts. He’s met with an already soaked cunt. Now it’s his turn to hold in his groans of approval.
He chuckles against your neck. “Didn’t you get your fill earlier tonight, baby?”
Smug. That’s all he ever is. He’s a complete contrast to Steve. Bucky knows exactly what he does to you and he uses it against you every time his dick shifts. It’s embarrassing how easily he can make you fall apart.
“You should be asking yourself that, Barnes.”
The vibranium rubs drawn out circles against your swollen bud. You wince against his hand, a bruise formed from the harsh suction of his mouth from your earlier activities. You try to move away, but you're met with a hard body and an even harder cock blocking your path.
Bucky grinds his front into your ass, finding a snug place to relieve the ache that’s settled in his leaking member. Without much warning, he places two fingers inside your clenching channel. You jerk forward, the only thing holding you up is the counter digging into your hips. You raise your eyes toward the living room, Clint and Nat are still struggling with reports, seemingly oblivious to the activities taking place just a room away.
“We’re gonna have to speed this up a bit, doll.”
Bucky’s fingers jerk rapidly inside you, causing your chest to shake slightly from his force. Your control is starting to slip as he works you into a frenzy. The feel of his cool fingers hooking in your pussy just right brings a shake to your knees. His palm hits your abused clit with each pump of his wrist.
There’s a slight squelching sound surrounding the kitchen that you pray they can’t hear. The heat forming between your legs is too much. Leaning against him, you come undone. You’re on your tiptoes as the pleasure wracks your body. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you ride his fingers through your orgasm.
Bucky removes his hand from your shorts and licks his fingers clean from the mess you made. Reaching past you, he takes your half eaten sandwich. Through a mouth full of turkey he says, “Hurry back to bed. You can return the favor.”
And with that, he turns and makes his way through the corridor with your sandwich in hand...as if he didn’t just make you cum in less than a minute.
Your phone has been going off ever since you sat down in the leather office chair. It’s getting increasingly harder to listen to Bruce go over the layout of his latest on field creation with your curiosity peaking with each vibration.
Slowly, you pull your phone out of your pocket, glancing down to see that Steve has been sending you message after message. “I need you.” “Don't you want to help me out?” “C’mon, answer sweetheart.” flash across the screen, along with a picture that makes you gasp and your cheeks redden,
It’s his hand wrapped around the base of his dick, the tip glistens with wetness, the veins along his shaft protrude. All of a sudden you find yourself craving to be on your knees for him, wanting to take him down your throat until you couldn’t breathe. His lower stomach shines with sweat from the workout he must have just finished. He’s almost as insatiable as his partner in crime, especially when he exercises.
He’s convinced you. You slip away from the meeting to make your way to the gym. Passing through the double doors you search for him. He isn’t in the main room, so you assume he’s in the locker room.
Your assumption is correct as you feel a large hand wrap around your arm and jerk you into a corner.
“There’s my pretty girl. Knew you couldn’t resist, honey.” Steve says as he plants kisses along your neck, grasping a hand full of hair and yanking your head back to gain better access. His constant bites cause you to let out a whimper, craving more from his mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulls away. He glances down towards the base of your neck and sees the deep purple spots left along your clavicle. With a smirk he says, “Buck really marked you up good...Let’s see if I can do better.”
From the moment you bedded each man, you could tell they have a competitive nature lurking under the cool, stoic expression they always have. They always try to see who can mark you up more, who can make you cum the most in one session, and who can get you to beg until you’re crying.
Without another moment, he’s back to biting the expanse of your skin, except it’s a lot harder. His teeth dig in, making you bite your lip to try and hold back the pained gasps. He licks over each bite before kissing them, sucking the skin to make sure his bruises have more of a harsher tone than Bucky’s.
You secretly love the way each one tries to hold more dominance over you than the other. It makes you feel wanted, makes you want to be used for their pleasure. They could be so sweet, so gentlemanly, but when lust lit up in their hearts and groins, chivalry went out the window. And that didn’t bother you one bit. Not when they left marks in remembrance of how they practically owned you. Each time they left their signature, your thighs clenched when you’d look at their creation.
“On your knees, honey. Give your Captain what he wants.”
You sink to the ground, never one to disobey your Captain’s orders, and pull his gym shorts down. He hisses above you as the cool air hits his sensitive erection. Grabbing him, you start to stroke. Feeling the velvety skin against your palm, you grip him tighter, bringing his weeping tip up to your mouth. You kiss and lick the slit, causing him to buck up, chasing the warmth of your mouth.
Irritation starts to grow in Steve. “Stop teasing and put that mouth to use.”
You sink all the way down on him, not wanting to upset him further. His tip hits the back of your throat causing you to let out small gags much to the super soldier’s pleasure. You repeat your actions, bobbing your head up and down, sucking on his crown each time you pull back.
You look up at him with tears spilling down your cheeks from taking his size. He loves seeing you stuffed full of his cock. It could be your mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter. Seeing you take all of him made something primal build up in him each time.
Suddenly, you stop sucking. You clearly heard the door to the locker room open, men laughing about something in their conversation. Your eyes are wide as you try and scramble up to stand, but Steve doesn’t let you.
“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”
Keeping an awareness of the men that could see you with Steve’s dick in your mouth at any moment, you go back to work. This time, using your hand to work his shaft while your lips focus on his swollen head. You’re twisting and pulling, trying to coax him to release himself in your mouth.
“Open that pretty mouth. Gonna paint that tongue, baby.” he grunts out while holding your cheeks between his fingers.
You hold your mouth open, still keeping your hands pace. You can see he’s close by the way his thighs tense and cock jumps. A few more pumps and he’s a goner. Steve leans his head down, watching with half lidded eyes as his cum covers your tongue. It’s a sight that makes him hard all over again, how you’re on your knees, thighs rubbing together, glassy, doe eyes looking up at him with admiration.
“Swallow every drop, baby...good girl.” he praises as you show him your empty mouth.
As soon as you get yourselves situated and looking somewhat presentable, Sam cuts around the corner, a quizzical look etched onto his face. Your heart drops, and suddenly, anger bubbles up in you. You wouldn’t be in compromising positions in public if the two men could keep it in their pants for more than a night.
“Hey,” Sam starts, “what’re you doin’ in the men’s locker room, y/n?”
“Oh, Steve said he wasn’t feeling well after his workout. So, I dropped by to see if I could be of assistance.” you smile.
You hated yourself as soon as the words left your lips. Sam Wilson is one Avenger you never liked being dishonest to, even over the most mundane things. So, lying to him over something as big as having his best friend’s dick down your throat, made your gut clench and heart ache.
“Yeah,” Steve chimed in, “I’m feeling much better now. She works wonders you wouldn’t believe.”
Stupid. That’s all Steve and Bucky are. It’s only a matter of time before you three fuck up and out your little triangle to the whole compound.
“Oh, alright.” Sam says a little hesitantly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, man.”
He pats Steve on the back as he heads to the showers. You both watch as he disappears down the hallway before turning back to face each other.
“We have got to stop having these little games in public.” you seethe, trying to make a point to Steve, who clearly finds all this quite amusing.
“It’s okay. Just calm down, will you? You know you love the thrill.”
He rubs your arms trying to get you to cool off. Now, you’re upset for a whole other reason. He’s right, you do love the thrill. It’s a whole different kind of rush, and you swear you climax harder when you have to be careful about it. Damn him and damn Bucky. They seem to always know what you need, even when you don’t.
You’re walking down the hall, ready to meet Bucky and Steve for lunch when suddenly you collide with a firm body. Looking up you see Sam’s dark eyes boring into yours. He looks like he’s not too happy over something. With a worried look, you say, “Hey, Sam. What’s wr-”
“You know exactly what’s wrong, y/n. You think you can double dip in the super soldiers around here and nobody would notice? Who’s back you going behind, huh? The golden boy’s or the machine’s?”
You flinch at his words, Sam has never talked to you like this. His harsh, condescending tone makes tears brim around your eyes. You were more sad about the fact he’s treating you in such a way than being questioned about your relationship.
“No. Sam, it’s not like that. We-”
“Oh, please. I’m not gonna let the new girl go behind my friend’s back. That’s not how things work around here.”
Before you can choke out the reason for being with both men, the two approach you from the hallway. They went searching for you when you didn’t show up on time, always being so punctual, they got worried.
Bucky takes immediate notice of your pained expression and Sam’s scowl. “Hey, Wilson. What’d you do to her?” He asks while taking a forceful step towards Sam.
“She’s a cheater, that's what.” Sam tries to shove Bucky away, but he doesn’t budge.
Steve steps in before things get out of hand, knowing how the two fight over any slight discrepancy. “Buck, that’s enough. Listen, Sam. She’s not a cheater. We agreed to share her, okay?” he states bluntly, not really knowing how to sugar coat it.
Sam’s taken back. Not really processing what his friend just told him. They...share you? And you let them? For men from the 40s...they sure are into some very 21st century things. What’s even more shocking is that you choose to be with the bionic, staring machine.
You can see the thoughts flying through Sam’s mind. “I know it’s a bit...different. But it works for us.” you explain to him.
Sam finally blinks at your words. He’s actually okay with this situation. As long as you guys are happy, so is he. Collecting his thoughts he tells you, “Yeah, no. That’s my bad. I’m sorry for being hostile. It’s just I didn’t wanna see one of them hurt, ya know?”
You smile at his words. That’s one reason you like Sam Wilson so much, he’s loyal through and through. He’s good to your boys.
“I just worry about you with the cyborg here.” he gestures to Bucky, and if looks could kill, Sam would be six feet under right now. “You can never be too careful, he has a tendency to snap.”
Well...good to one of your boys that is.
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Tell Me What You Want
Summary: Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.5K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hint of breeding kink, public sex, choking, creampie, oral (m receiving), spanking. power kink, violence (not towards reader). Minors DNI
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the incredibly talented @whisperlullaby but 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)
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Sometimes you get a thought in your head.
And you can’t let it go.
It simmers there, lurking beneath the surface, a song playing on a loop in the back of your mind. And it won’t stop repeating itself until the urge to act on it consumes. And as you sit on Steve’s lap, watching him talk on the phone, vaguely speaking about some business dealing of his.. You know a few things.
You have to act on it.
You want to.
You need to.
And you may not survive the consequences.
But when you look over at his large tattooed hand curving around his phone, an image of his hand around your throat flashes behind your eyes and you know you don’t care. In fact, if all goes well, you shouldn’t be walking straight for a week.
Your boyfriend is none other than Steven Grant Rogers, head of the Rogers crime family. He took over for the syndicate when he was 16 and has been ruthlessly expanding his empire ever since. He, not only exudes power, he wields it with a firm hand.
Not that you would know.
You’ve only seen the softer side of the infamous mobster. His various crimes and nefarious dealings are mere rumors he gently ordered you to ignore. It’s hard to picture him using brute force when he touches you so softly. Always so careful with you. Taking his time with you, his love-making is sensual, slow, and passionate.
Everything was perfect and you were more than satisfied.
When you finally saw the other side of your man, the Steve that made grown men flinch when he raised his voice, it awakened a primal need in you. You got a glimpse of the mobster that controls the entire eastern side of the country with his best friend Bucky and you craved more. More of him, like that. Ruthless, violent, and enraged. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy.
It had been a quiet day at home with Steve, he was about to join you upstairs when he received a call. Giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek, you bounded up the staircase to get ready for the night.
After a long hot shower, you had dried off and applied your nightly routine. Part of you disappointed he hadn't joined you in the shower, you figured it had to be an important call keeping him away from you.
You turned off the lights, a soft glow filling the room, murky blues and faded pinks slipping through the spaces in the curtains. You pulled a red silk robe over your body and waited on the luxuriously soft bed. When the soft glow turned to a dusky black, you sat up, curious because he normally would have joined you by now or at least had one of his henchmen tell you he was going to be a while.
"Steve," you called out. Your voice echoing down the empty hall. Turning to the open door, you waited but didn’t hear a response. After a few more minutes of restlessly fidgeting on the bed, you stand up and wander down the stairs. Calling out his name again, more silence. The slow tick of the antique grandfather clock in the living room is all you hear on the lower level.
Strange. There’s usually at least three guards in the house at all times, yet you’re all alone.
You pace down another hallway, stumbling to a stop when you hear a strange sound. You hold your breath, waiting to hear it again. Seconds later you hear something, it sounds like a dull thud, then another and another. You follow it until you realize its coming from his office, the thuds followed by low groans. Turning on your heel, you walk to his door, as you're about to knock, when you hear another another grunt.
And then Steve muttering "-disrespectful piece of shit-"
You take a step back, placing your hand on your chest, listening to more muffled wet grunts between sharp threats. Even through the thick mahogany door, Steve sounds furious and agitated. You've never heard his deep voice thick with rage. This is side of your man, he never lets you see. You know you should walk away but you can’t.
When he yells again, you can almost feel his deep timbre in your belly, heat unfurling with every muttered curse. You can barely stand it, the way he sounds, nearly feral but still in control. Your stomach tenses at the brief pulsating throb in your pussy when he shouts again. His voice is deep and commanding. He's never sounded sexier.
Needing to see him, you put your hand on the golden doorknob and turn it slowly. Opening it a crack, you peek into the room, clasping your hand over your mouth to stifle your gasp.
Steve looks magnificent, his dirty blonde locks tousled, his bare tattooed chest splattered with a streak of dried crimson. One black suspender hanging off his broad shoulder, his tailored navy blue slacks curved around his ass.
He cards a ringed hand through his hair. "I should be with my girl instead of dealing with this shit," he sighs. Grabbing his glass of bourbon off his desk, he rolls his shoulders back. Tossing it back, he sets the empty glass back down.
There’s a heavy silence as he contemplates quietly. You’re practically dripping at this point, when he sneers, his pink lips pulled tight you imagine him bending you over his desk, making you look at him in the mirror while he slams into you. Shaking your head, you listen when he starts speaking again.
"If you ever come to my home again, I will go to yours and burn it down with you in it,” he warns, He walks over to a chair, you crane your head to follow him, his fist snaps out punching a man across his face with a dull thud. Why do you like that?
"Understand?" He inquires coldly, shaking the man's head back and forth. It's condensing and you love it. He's so intimidating and in control. Effortlessly turning you on, your thighs clenching so hard they're shaking.
"Get him out of my sight," he sneers, wiping his hand off on the man's blood-stained shirt.
You step back, closing the door as carefully as you can. Suddenly remembering that he would lose his shit if he knew you saw this. Before you can flee, the door is opened and you find yourself face to face with Clint. You smile meekly, wincing when he curses, an exasperated fuck me under his breath.
"Boss, your girl is here,"
Steve's places his hand in his pocket, pushing past Clint, he leans on the doorframe, one long leg crossed over the other, "sweetheart" he hums, looking down at you.
You smile brightly, placing your hands behind your back. "Hi," you chirp, your eyes flickering between his muscular chest and his eyes.
He runs his large hand down his face with a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Explain yourself." His words slow and deliberate, making sure to keep his tone even, not wanting to scare you.
You take a step forward placing your hand on his abdomen, he looks down, his blue eyes moving up to your face, his gaze softening when you shrug, "I missed you."
Another deep sigh. He takes your hand, kissing each knuckle, "go back upstairs, I’m going to get cleaned up and you're going to pretend you didn't see or hear anything-” he turns your hand, kissing your palm, before tilting his head down, “understand.”
It's not a question. You like that, his firm command. Your eyes flit past his shoulder to the man being dragged out of the chair and back to Steve’s calm blue eyes.
You nod shakily, yelping when he pats your ass, "now."
You practically run up the stairs to your room and flop on the bed, your robe fluttering open as you bounce on the mattress. You spread your legs, the cool air making you aware of how wet your panties are.
You place your hand on your chest, his voice is in your head, closing your eyes, you see his deep blue eyes dark with rage, the veins in his neck prominent, his chest flushed. Your hand slides down your belly to your pussy.
Steve finds you like that, he heard your soft needy pants before he reached the room. His full pink lips twist up into a smirk as he sheds his clothing. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down, he takes your hand, holding it up to stare at your glistening fingers, “couldn’t wait for me, sweetheart,” he chides teasingly.
He sucks your index finger in his mouth, pulling it out with a soft plop, “god you taste good” he groans, “tell me, sweetheart, you want to finish yourself or would you rather have my tongue?”
He crawls down your body, twisting your panties in his hand, "all yours sweetheart," he murmurs into your velvety folds.
All you can think about is the way he looked in his office, granted you don’t want his anger directed at you, but you want his aggression. You want him to manhandle you and take you until you can’t move.
Over the next few days, you tried to prick his anger, hoping for rough, angry sex. Each attempt met with quiet amusement, he simply patted your ass or kissed the crown of your head. No matter what you did, he gave his signature adoring look and treated you no different than before. .
You can’t be sure but he’s somehow even more gentle with you, his caresses feather-light, last night his strokes moved in and out of you so leisurely, you swore you were being edged.
So you decided to up the ante. You're going to get fucked one way or the other.
This morning, you rudely interrupted an international arms deal. Barging in his conference room, demanding his attention, you were confident this would get you what you wanted.
He stopped mid sentence, his blue eyes darkened, rage blooming beneath the surface. Every man around the large mahogany table was scared for you.
For a second you were scared for you.
And you liked it.
But then his eyes cleared and he gave you a wide smile. "Hi, sweetheart, I'm glad you could join us," he said sweetly.
He patted his knee with his ringed hand and made you sit on his lap. You felt small and foolish when he kissed your lips, asking if everything was okay, what could he do to make you feel better?
How could you say what you really wanted? Ravish me, spank me until I beg for you to stop, make me choke on your cock till I gag and cry.
Instead, you mumbled out an apology into his shoulder, taking a deep whiff of his Armani cologne. He resumed the meeting, his knowing eyes gazing at your face tucked into his neck. You didn't know it but you almost had him. He carefully shifted you away from his erection, it took all of his willpower to not fuck over the table while making his men watch.
No, he wants to see how far you'll go.
Later that night, he brought you to one of his clubs, a small venue on the east side of town. He mentioned that he had a late meeting with Bucky and didn’t want to be without you for that long. The private lounge shielded you from the rest of the crowd, you and Steve shared a drink while he listened to you talk about your day. You kept thinking about how he looked at you across the table earlier, like he was going to ruin you and god you want it so bad, you were so sure that was going to work.
After a while, you excused yourself, needing an excuse to calm yourself down. Between him sitting beside you, legs spread wide with his shirt tight around his chest, ordering people around looking every bit the mob boss you love, you can’t focus.
You were coming back from the bathroom when two hands grabbed your waist. You spin around at the ‘Hey baby, wanna dance,” drunkenly spewed in your direction. You chuckle dismissively at the man swaying in front of you.
You’re seconds away from telling the stranger off when you feel a heated gaze on the back of your neck. Glancing over your shoulder, your breath hitches and your stomach plummets.
Steve is glaring down at you from his private lounge.
Oh, there it is. The spark behind his crystal blues eyes. Similar to early this morning and just like before, you want more.
Steve knows what you’ve been doing all week, he’s been waiting for you to ask him for what you want.
He can’t lie, he enjoys making you squirm, the fact that you’re turned on by his aggression is intriguing, he can’t wait to see what else is hiding in your devious mind.
Your attempts to rile him up have been downright adorable, you have no idea what it takes to enrage him.
In fact, there is only one thing you can do to upset him and right now you’re dangerously close to doing it. He looks down at you, his hand on the rail. “Don’t.”
He recognizes that mischievous glint in your eyes and his hand tightens around the metal bar. Steve isn’t jealous, no that implies you don’t belong to him. He’s possessive. You belong to him body and soul. It’s only fair considering you hold his heart in the palm of your hand. However, he will fuck that brattiness right out of you.
You bite your bottom lip, giving him a demure look. Then you turn to the redhead with a smile and take his hand, letting him pull you onto the dance floor.
Watching someone else put his hands on you, grinding against your delectable body stirs a deep-seated rage in him. He thought he made it clear to you and the world that no one was supposed to touch you. Only his hands get the pleasure of being on you.
You wanted aggressive Steve, sweetheart, you’re going to get him. Every last inch, you're going to feel him for days.
Steve cuts through the crowd, the drunken revelers parting for him until he reaches you. The red-head whisked away before you could blink. “Hey, Ste-,"
He wraps his hand around your throat, the cold metal of his rings pressing into the sides of your neck, he turns you around so your back is against his chest. He squeezes until you gasp, your hands latching onto his wrist, “sweetheart, want to know a secret?” he casually asks.
His other hand traces your collarbone while turning your head to face the crowd ebbing around you. His hand slips under your black dress, rolling your nipple between his rough fingers, “I could bend you over and fuck you right here,” he whispers in your ear. His deep voice caressing your skin. Heat pools in your belly, sinking down to your core,
“I can fuck you anywhere I want, however I want and no one could stop me”
“Is that what you want?” He hums, “for me to make you scream my name in front of all these people.”
You swallow, whimpering when he kisses your shoulder, his fingers tugging your nipple. “Who do you belong to?," he demands, his lip pulled into a smirk, "Who owns this pussy?"
“You do” you breathe out, pressing your ass into his crotch moaning when his hand tightens around your throat.
He growls in your ear, "louder." He pinches your nipple before rubbing his rings across your stiff peaks. Jolts of electricity shooting to your cunt, a deep ache forming with each tug and pinch.
“Steve, you do,” you hoarsely shout. Multiple eyes dart in your direction before looking away. No one wants to get caught staring at Steve's girl.
You’re the center of attention but only for him. The sheer power in that makes your knees weak and nearly buckle.
Steve places his hand between your legs, "I gotcha, sweetheart," he purrs. His long fingers pushing your soaked thong to the side. "Fucking drenched for me, aren't you?"
He makes you nod. Forcing your head back while his thumb presses down on your aching bud at the same time his middle finger dips into your core.
The warmth of his long digit followed by his cool ring makes you squeak. "You're going to cum for me in front of all these people." He's taking you apart in the middle of crowd and fuck if you don't love it. The domination, his commanding presence is enough to make you cum.
He slides another finger in, twisting his wrist and curling his fingers until you shudder. The pads of his fingers hit your spongy spot over and over until you're crying out, "right there, Steve shit baby, don't stop."
Whenever someone stares a second too long, Steve nods at them and one his men removes them from the floor.
You're in a daze of bliss so overwhelming you don't even notice. He's knuckle deep in your pussy, tracing his name over clit, tightening the knot forming in your belly. "Fuck, Steve," you moan.
He hums, "that's it, your cum over all my fingers, give it to me right fucking now." He presses down hard making you scream, the thin shrill sound cutting across the room, your hands digging into his wrists as you rock your hips back and forth. Pleasure spiraling higher and higher until you break.
You're still in the midst of your high when he tosses you over his shoulder. His large hand smacking you with every languid step to his private lounge. "If you ever let anyone touch you again, I'm putting you over the bar and spanking in front of the world."
By the time he reaches his booth your ass is burning. You're on edge again.
He throws you on the smooth leather seat, he steps in front of you, holding his hands on his hips. “Get me nice and wet," he orders. You shiver at the dark lust in his blue eyes.
"Yes, sir," your breathy compliance makes his cock twitch.
You unsnap his trousers one button at a time, your mouth watering in anticipation. When you reach into his boxers, he places your hands on his waist ordering you to not move.
He takes his cock out pumping his shaft slowly, he paints your lips with his precum. "Mmm, so beautiful," he murmurs, your eyes shine at the praise, "you're about to look even better," he says, thrusting into your open mouth.
Normally he eases into fucking your throat, gently working you up until you can take his thick cock all the down. But you wanted to be a brat so you get fucked like one.
He's warm and heavy on your tongue. His rough thrusts into your wet mouth make you gag with every slide down your throat. "Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so pretty wrapped around my cock," he grunts. "I'm going to keep you full all night, 'M going to ruin that little pussy next."
Taking your head, he fucks you even faster, the vulgar gagging even louder, tears run down your face. "This is what you wanted huh, sweetheart," he taunts wiping your face off, "you're going to remember who's in charge-"
Bucky strolls in with an amused grin "Steve,"
"Hey, Buck," he groans, "God damn" he spits out when you hollow your cheeks.
Bucky waves at you before settling on the chair across from you, his long legs spread, taking a small sip of his whiskey.
"So, you need me to come back, in what 30 seconds," he laughs.
Steve shoots him a glare, "fuck off, you got the Intel on Luciano?"
Bucky pulls a file out of inner pocket, shrugging off his black suit jacket. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters, "hey doll, looking good" he winks at you. He rolls up his sleeves, revealing his tattooed forearms.
Steve gazes lovingly down at you, "she's beautiful," he pulls his cock out of your mouth, grinning at your whine, "but she's been naughty tonight,"
Bucky leans forward, placing his elbow in his knee, "I heard," he chuckles as Steve bends you over the table, your hands planted firmly on the glass. He reaches out, grabbing your chin in his warm hand, "you know what happens to bad girls, don't you doll?" He teases, wiping your smeared lipstick off your mouth.
You shake your head no. You keep your eyes on Bucky's slate blues, whimpering when you feel your legs kicked apart. "You're about to learn," he promises.
The sudden thrust pushes you forward, your nose pressing into Bucky's. Another deep rough thrust makes you mewl. Incredible, intense bursts of pleasure punching through you, soft keens of don't stop fall from your open mouth.
Each deep stroke harder, faster than the last until he's fucking you senseless. Loud, salacious sounds of skin slapping echo through the thin curtain separating you from the rest of the club.
Your hot wet walls flutter around Steve's cock, taking each hard inch into your core. "Oh fuck," you gasp into Bucky's mouth.
Steve groans above you, his hand slapping your ass. The sting makes you clamp down on his length, "so tight, made just for me," he says, watching your cunt take his cock.
Bucky pulls your bottom lip down, "I don't know about that Stevie, bet that pussy would fit around my cock just right, bet I could make you gush over all me, doll" he smirks.
Steve laughs when you clench down at Bucky's words, "you want that sweetheart, you ask nicely and you can have him too,"
"I do, Steve I-I, fuck," you sob out when his strokes go even deeper.
"He's all yours, now tell Bucky, how you feel," he demands, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you into his thrusts.
"Good, so good" you cry out.
"Mmm, I don't know punk, not sure if I believe her," Bucky says, faux concern in tone as he playfully furrows his brows.
Oh, fuck, please- your thoughts cut off when Steve puts his foot up on the table, opening you up in even more, his hips snapping into you, thrusts nearly making you collapse, your quivering body is only held up by his hands on your waist and Bucky's grip on your chin.
"How do you feel now?"
"Oh fuck, I-god" you scream, your eyes rolling back. "Please, please, I can't take it," you sob trying to pull away from his relentless pace.
"Now that's better, you can take it doll, you're doing so good, taking his cock, doll," he praises, wiping off your face gently, "told Steve you could handle him,"
You shake your head. Begging with your eyes, unable to speak as the sensations overtake you. It's so good, too good. You've never felt like this, you're not going to survive.
Bucky watches your face contort in pleasure, "Oh, doll he's still taking it easy on you," his eyes flicker over your shoulder. "I guess I'll have to teach you what happens when you disobey Steve," he says.
You clench down at that sinful promise, another incredible wave of pleasure spiraling through you, "goddamn,- I think she wants that" Steve snickers, wiping his forehead off with the back of his hand.
“Of course she does, look at me", he boasts, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The tenderness from Bucky is a stark contrast from the rough pounding from Steve and it's enough to push you closer to the edge. "Oh, she's close Steve."
"She’s gripping me so tight, fuck I can barely move," Steve groans appreciatively, "choke her for me, Bucky"
Your eyes widen when Bucky slides his hand down to your throat, "you want me to doll?" His eyes search yours, waiting until you nod before squeezing so hard you feel lightheaded. Steve winds his hand around to your clit and rubs your tender bud viscously, his thumb pressing small intricate circles that unravel the expanding coil.
Stars bloom behind your eyes, a dull roar in your ears as your orgasm sweeps through every nerve and fiber of your being. All you can feel is them on you, in you, sensations crashing into each other, higher and higher twisting through you.
Nothing exists outside what they're giving you. And it's all you want, unable to take more but needing it.
"Cum for me again sweetheart, give me one more," Steve rasps, pushing your back down, making your arch deepen. Your body tensing on command. The second orgasm unfurls before the first ends, you can only gasp Steve's name. He fucks you through another weaker climax until you go limp.
Bucky supports you, peppering your face with kisses while Steve fills you with thick hot spurts of cum, filling you until it leaks around him. Steve pulls out watching his cum seep out of your cunt, he’s going to keep you like this, full of him until you’re nice and round. He can’t believe he held back thinking you couldn’t handle him, he underestimated you. Never again.
. "I love you, sweetheart," he says, pride and love laced in his voice, warming you even more.
"Love you, too," you mumble, giving him a lazily smile.
Both men insist you don’t do anything else, not letting you get up, showering you with praises and handling you with such care you almost cry. They lay you in the booth, cleaning you up while you bask in the small aftershocks of your orgams. Steve makes you take a sip of water before you start to drift off to sleep.
You hear papers rustling, "Buck, they think they can steal from me," he coldly laughs, "I want his head. Actually, bring him to me, I'll take care of him myself."
"Can I watch?"
He exchanges a glance with an amused Bucky, "hell yeah sweetheart, you can do whatever you want."
Your smile drops when he tilts your head to face him, "but let another man besides this idiot touch you and I'll rail you so hard you won't be able to walk again."
Bucky taps your ass, “I was going to do that anyway, trust me doll, I’m not nearly as gentle as Stevie here.”
“Fuck you, Buc-”
“Look, all I’m saying is she can still talk, when I’m done she’s going to--,” Bucky mimics raspy gasping.
You look over to see the dark hair mobster biting his bottom lip, his deep blue eyes studying you, “Doll, I’ve waited a long time for you and I’m going to make sure you always remember me.”
When he winks and Steve glares at the both of you, you know you’re in trouble but there are worse ways to go.
Part 2 of this universe
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in the trinity au does the reader squirt?? can you imagine the first time she does it with her boys?
squirt ~ stucky
warnings || smut, minors DNI, polyamory, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cream pie, anal, bruises, crying kink, subspace
The night started off slow. Bucky pulled you into his lap, lips molding over yours sensually before he tore himself away from you to kiss Steve. The blond sat beside him, leaning into both of you as he kisses the brunette. It wasn’t very long until Bucky guided you to take over kissing Steve while he admired the view in from of him.
That had been hours ago, now you were so stuffed of cock that you were crying. The boys were insatiable today, using your body over and over again with their super soldier stamina. They had both already filled your cunt once, and Steve was particularly rough today. The bruises on your hips were already turning a deep color and Bucky’s hand print was staining the smooth skin of your neck.
Your cunt was sopping, white creamy slick leaking out around Bucky’s thick cock as his shaft disappeared into your clenching walls. You were on your side, leg hosted up over Bucky’s hip with Steve railed your tightest hole from behind you.
There was no where to go when they surrounded you like this, the pleasure overwhelmingly your body as you tried to push them away subconsciously. Their huge cocks were almost too much, slipping in and out of you with no avail. You were covered in tears, sweat, and cum. You didn’t think it would be possible for you to cum again, your body didn’t think you could handle it.
With a fuzzy mind, you just whine helpless and try to move away from their vicious thrusts. Large hands encircled your hips, forcing you to stay put. Steve bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder as a warning.
“No running away, bunny, you’re gonna cum again, I know you want to,”Steve told you when you tried to move away. You knew they wouldn’t stop unless you said your safeword, but something deep inside you wanted to be used and fucked more.
“I can’t, I can’t…”You cried out as they both fucked inside your used holes aggressively.
Bucky wrapped his metal hand around your neck, lips grazing over yours.”Yes, you can. Now be a good girl and take our cocks. These little holes fucking belong to us, they love us, look at how well you taken Captain’s cock, your little ass is split open…he’s got you gaping for him and we both know you fucking love it.”
You sobbed out, clinging to Bucky like your life depended on it. They both thrusted in sync with each other, cocks dragging against tight warm walls that eagerly squeezed them . You felt like their large cock were rearranging your insides in the best way.
“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Steve, look at her, eyes all rolled back. Can’t even form a sentence, can you?”Bucky squeezed your throat, slamming into you vigorously as Steve fucked into you fast and hard.
“Yeah, our dumb baby loves getting fucked until she can’t think, don’t you?”Steve taunted, his arm wrapped around your body while he increased his pace. You were full on crying, whimpering out a yes yes love being your dumb baby or at least that’s what you were trying to say. It all came out as blubbering about how much you loved their cocks.
“She’s gonna cum,”Bucky groaned out,”Her cunt little cunt is squeezing the fuck out of name, wants to milk me dry, isn’t that right? You want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”
You nodded, unable to form words with your mind so far away. You don’t know what’s happening, body trembling between them as you just erupt with pleasure. The coil in your belly snapped and you have no control. With your orgasm washing over you again, the boys don’t stop. Instead, Steve’s fingers find over your clit to really fuck your through that last orgasm. You cum harder than ever before, soaking the boys in your juices.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,”Bucky curser while Steve’s grip grew tighter as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching after seeing you so fucked and wet for them.
Bucky’s cock and Steve’s hand was covered in wet, slick substance. It’s so hot, watching you fall apart to extremes. You go absolutely pilant, eyes fluttering shut while both boys fill your pretty holes with hot cum. You feel weak, covered in wet sticky fluid, and like you were absolute jelly. You don’t know how long you were out, but it felt as if you had blacked out from how good you felt. Their voices were barely echoes in your head as you disassociated.
“Peaches, come back to us,”Bucky’s sweet voices cooed at you. He feels far away, making you reach out for both the boys. You only find one, Bucky.
“Where’s Stevie?”You nearly cried, turning on your back with a panic to try and find your boyfriend.
“I’m right here, bunny,”Steve assured you, the bed dipping with his weight back in it. You feel a warm cloth cleaning you up, making you whine at how sensitive you feel.
“It’s okay, Steve’s just cleaning you up,”Bucky assured,”We’re done for the night, you did so good, honey. You took us like a champ. No girl could ever take two super soldiers like you do. You’re one of kind, made for us…you did amazing.”
“I can’t move…”You murmured, making Steve chuckle slightly while he kissed your cheek.
“We’ll take care of you, you got two super boyfriend, you don’t ever have to do anything if you don’t want.”
That made you smile,”Kiss me,”You whispered, pulling Steve into mold his lips over yours sweetly before pulling away to share a moment of love with Bucky. You carried on like that, the boys smothering you in affection. After all, you were their good girl.
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the locker room | stucky x reader
SUMMARY || you love bucky, but you wanna fuck steve.
PAIRING || bucky barnes x reader (established) x steve rogers
WORD COUNT || 1,784 words
WARNINGS || threesome, mocking, degradation, praise kink, messy fucking in the locker room, cuckholding (only sort of), voyeurism, masturbation, cum play, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), teasing, dom!bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || yeah this is just,,,,,,smut
“Bucky are you,” your words trailed off, “are you sure about this?”
You sounded hesitant, teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your eyes darted around the empty and dimmed men’s locker room.
Bucky just smirked, cocking his head to the side, “why wouldn’t I be?”
His question sounded rhetorical as your shrug your shoulders, “well, what if someone walks in on us?”
Bucky raises his eyebrows, barely, as he looks at you.
“Only Stevie’s left, sweetheart,” he sighs, leaning in closer to you so he’s pushing your body against the cold metal of the old gym lockers.
“But something tells me that wouldn’t be the worst thing, now would it?”
You gasp, your eyes going wide as your heart does a flip and drops down to your stomach all while Bucky watches the series of emotions you’re going through.
He chuckles darkly, slotting his thick thigh between your legs to keep you positioned exactly where he wants you.
“Oh don’t play dumb with me, little girl,” he almost scolds, a warm finger going under your chin to hold it upright.
“I’m a soldier, a super soldier,” he enunciates, “I can see how you look at him.” His voice is low, rumbling through his chest that’s pressed against yours.
“I can smell what he does to you,” he purrs, “it’s not nearly what I do to you, but it’s a start.”
Your heart is racing now, trapped in the confines of your ribcage with no escape.
“Hell, I can smell you right now. Soaking my own leg with your slick just thinkin’ about Stevie and what he would do to you, huh?”
His taunt hits you right in your stomach, the gnawing feeling that you’ve had now centrefold as you lock eyes with his calm, but mysterious ones.
“You’ve wanted to put on a show for him ever since you met him, didn’t you? Wanted to know what his hands would feel like, his fingers, his mouth, his cock.”
His words sends shivers down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck upright as the ache between your thighs becomes unbearable and almost painful.
You’ve never needed someone to touch you more than right now, the desire like a fire burning right through you.
“All you have to do is answer me,” he cooes mockingly, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
You swallow thickly, your throat dry and you know your words will come out hoarse and choppy.
That’s all you can get out, a single syllable word that tells Bucky everything he needs to know.
His eyes grow darker, a smirk crawling on his lips before he’s ducking his head down to your ear.
“That’s my good girl.”
A moan leaves you as he sinks his teeth under the spot beneath your ear, soothing it with his warm tongue as his fingers dig into your hips as he moves you over his thigh.
“Let Stevie know what he’s missin’ out on, let ‘em hear you.” Bucky growls, his own cock jumping beneath the workout shorts he’s wearing.
You feel dizzy and your thoughts are clouded and consumed by nothing other than the electric feeling going through your bones.
A low creek, the rumble of a door handle alerts you as your eye shoot wide open and meet Bucky’s knowing ones.
“Now who could that be?” Now he’s mocking you and you’ve never been wetter and more desperate.
Low footsteps approach from behind Bucky, his broad shoulders obstructing your view before there’s nothing but silence.
“I would say sorry for the interruption, but this is the men’s room.” Steve’s snarky remark makes you feel small, the sound of his deep voice causing another wave of arousal to coarse through you.
Bucky turns his head, meeting the younger man’s eyes before they’re right back on yours.
You can finally get a glimpse of Steve, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from boxing, his chest still heaving but you’re convinced it’s not because of the boxing.
You know it’s not because of the boxing.
The outline of his cock in his thin workout pants says enough.
“Well,” Bucky snaps you out of your trance. “I think it’s time you come clean to him, sweetheart.”
Your mouth is agape and your eyes are wide, you know you must look like a deer in headlights but the proposition is just too sweet to turn down.
Steve readjusts, moving from one foot to the other before crossing his arms over his chest.
You shudder at the sight of the mere outline of him.
“I,” your voice is quiet and meek, “think,” slow and steady wins the race.
“I think,” Steve’s eyes are gentle as they’re trained on you, “about you.”
Your confession causes Bucky’s cock to twitch against your hip as he burrows his own harder against yours.
“Honey.” Steve’s voice is low and warning, almost like he’s telling you that this isn’t right.
But why does it feel so good?
“Don’t be shy, Stevie,” Bucky suddenly interjects cockily, turning his head to look at him.
“You and I used to share a wall, and you weren’t exactly as quiet as you thought.” A soft whimper escapes you and gets caught in your throat at the thought of Steve’s hand on his cock to the thought of you.
Steve grunts, swears under his breath as he drops his hands to his sides. His jaw is tight and clenched, brows furrowed tightly together as he takes a single step closer.
“Can you blame me?” He says, eyes taking you up and down.
The shirt you had been wearing had ridden up, exposing your waist and the sheer leggings you had donned didn’t leave much to the imagination; a teasing tactic you didn’t think worked on anyone but Bucky.
Bucky laughs, low and almost cynical as he steps away from you.
You nearly tumble forward, catching yourself on shaky legs as you move hair away from your face before you’re staring right at two super soldiers.
“She’s been nothin’ but a good girl for me, I can’t blame you for being jealous.” Bucky smirks, the praise making your inside warm and mushy.
“Bucky,” you whimper, pathetically as he hushes you. “It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna let Stevie take over for now, yeah?”
The fire those words spark is embarrassing as you nod your head, “yes.”
Steve looks just as fucked out as you do, a combination of the hours of working out and the obviously uncomfortable erection he wasn’t hiding.
“Go on, Stevie, touch her,” Bucky allows him, his eyes meeting yours one last time before you’re training them on Steve.
His moves are much slower and more calculated than Bucky’s ever are, he seems like he’s making up a game plan in his mind whereas Bucky just does whatever feels right.
“Hi honey,” Steve’s voice is soft and gentle as he cups your face, “‘m gonna take care of you.”
It’s a promise as you lean into his touch.
He’s warm and smells like faint bergamot and sweat, a mixture that’s so distinctly Steve that you get lightheaded.
Bucky’s not forgotten, however, the phantom feeling of his thigh between your legs is almost permanent as Steve traces his nose down your jaw.
“You smell so sweet,” he hums, “it’d be a shame if I didn’t get a taste.”
Steve’s quick in sinking down to his knees as your bottoms come off. The air is cold as it hits your skin, Steve’s breath hot as it fans over your inner thighs.
He laps at you once, tasting you before he groans, “so fuckin’ sweet.”
Before he’s delving in like a starving man.
It’s different, Bucky usually taking his time as he teases you with each brush of his tongue.
Steve acts as if he wants it all at once, your eyes fluttering closed as he finds all your sweet spots.
“You like Steve’s tongue, don’t you, baby?” Bucky grunts, your head lolling to the side to find his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches you.
It makes you moan, back arching off the lockers as you tug at Steve’s hair and nod your head.
"You’re doin’ so good, look at you,” he praises, coming closer to you to help rip off the remainder of your clothes before tweaking your nipples.
It’s criminal how close you are already, Steve’s tongue like nothing you’ve ever experienced as you begin to squirm under him.
“Oh Stevie,” Bucky groans, “she’s close, can you feel it too?”
Steve grips your thighs harder in response, bringing his face impossibly close to your core as the air in your lungs leave, your orgasm crashing over you.
Both men are panting, watching as Steve slowly grows to his full height. They’re watching you, hungry for more as you pull Steve’s lips against yours, moaning at the taste of yourself.
Bucky’s next, his tongue slotting itself in your mouth before clothes are shed and you’re sitting on Bucky’s lap, your back to his chest with Steve standing in front of you.
“Think you can handle us both?” Bucky says, teasing you with the head of his cock as you wiggle your hips desperately.
“I can.” You assure, meeting Steve’s eyes. His cock is in his hand, leaking pre-cum as he watches the way you sink onto Bucky’s cock.
The sound of their moans fills the room, your own tangled in the mix before you have Steve’s dick in your mouth.
“God, feels so good, so fuckin’ good.” Steve can’t help himself as he bucks his hips into your mouth sloppily.
“Ain’t her mouth somethin’ else?” Bucky smirks, “I’ll tell you that her pussy feels like fuckin’ heaven though.”
Bucky can’t help but growl as he drives his hips upwards, each of them focusing on their own release.
“Gonna have me comin’ in no time, princess.” Bucky grunts, pinching your clit as you moan around Steve.
“Bet Steve’ll come first though, paint you with his cum,” he whispers lowly, a shiver over your body before Steve’s pulling out to fist his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, f-,” his voice gets caught in his throat as he spurts over your chest, his cum leaking down to where Bucky is spilling deep inside of you, mixing with it.
You feel exhausted, your body falling against Bucky’s as you try to catch your breaths. It doesn’t feel like you’ll ever be able to.
“Don’t forget to hit the showers before you leave,” Steve breaks the silence first, grabbing a towel from his locker and throwing a wink both of your ways.
You tremble at the thought, eyes on Bucky as he pats your bum, “you heard the captain.”
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𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 ; 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺
summary: “oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears.
warnings: smut, poly!stucky x fem!reader, dumbification, nicknames [baby, princess, dumb baby].
note: I wanted this to be much longer but kinda started to feel burnt out. I don’t know if this is necessary but I feel it is. the very lovely @inklore helped me a lot out with this, she helped me flush the general idea for it out a bit more.
Normally you could focus pretty easily on the blonde and brunette boys, as they hovered over you giving you immense pleasure. The way Bucky's metal hand clasps around your throat and Steve’s large hands rub circles on your hips.
That was until the week the boys both decided, they missed the feeling of their military dog tags decorating their necks. Not that they had noticed just yet but you’d been distracted ever since then. The way the metal tags looked against Steve’s slightly pale chest, and Bucky’s slightly tanner chest was driving you crazy. The shine they let off when the light would hit them had you quite un focused as well. Seeing the metal tags worn around their necks reminded you so much of all they had been through. You tried your hardest to hide it, knowing they’d tease you for it.
It didn’t take long before you had gotten so entranced by the shine that you forgot to hide it.
Your head rested on Bucky's ridge thigh as Steve’s thick and long cock dragged against your walls. “Look at her Stevie being such a good girl for us” the brunette man praised through a grunt as his hand fisted at his throbbing cock.
“God she feels so good babe, feels like she’s milkin’ my cock” the blonde growled as his hands slid up your bare body and palm over your breasts. It had stopped their bouncing from the momentum of Steve’s rough thrusts. He hadn’t been inside you long but merely the feeling of his cock thrusting inside had your mind already going hazy.
You whine and push your ass back, meeting his thrusts the more spacey you're ahead becomes. Your eyes were glued shut, soaking in all your pleasure your body was receiving. Until you hear the noise of Steve’s dog tags clanking against one another, when he thrusts his hips unexpectedly hard against yours.
You take in the image of his body hovering over yours before your eyes are glued to the shiny metal. You watch intently as they swag back and forth, listening to how they clank against one another. You were clenching down around Steve harder now without noticing. “Fuck princess, you want daddy’s cum that bad huh baby? Fuck didn’t think you could squeeze me any more than you already were” Steve groans as his head falls back and his eyes screw shut. He was trying his hardest not to cum too fast, though it was quite difficult.
His words along with Bucky's grunts and small moans simply go in one ear and out the other.
Your eyes are only pulled away from Steve’s when you catch a glimpse of the light shining off Bucky’s. Your eyes shifted to the boy's body, hovering over your own meaning the tags were in much easier view. You barely registered the words that left the burnettes mouth from your head being so deep in subspace. “Oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? Ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” Bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears. He was matching the pace of his hand to Steve’s thrusts which had slowed down. “No-no It’s not” you manage to mutter out through moans as well as embarrassment.
It wasn’t hard to tell you were lying, not with the way your face heated up and your eyes couldn’t even leave the tags. “Now you’re lying huh princess? You can’t even look at buck.” Steve chimed in now with the teasing. “That dumb little baby brain of yours is distracted by the shiny metal isn’t it?” Steve questioned though he and Bucky both knew the answer. It was meant more to taunt you.
Without thinking, as you couldn’t seem to do much of that in the moment you give an eager nod in response instead of denying it again. “Use your words baby” You didn’t need to look at the brunette's face to know he was smirking. Their teasing only seemed to tighten the knot in your stomach faster. “Th-they’re shiny and I missed the feeling of the cold metal pre-pressed against my skin when one of you is on top of me” you manage to make it through your stuttering and small whines from Steve’s now painfully slow thrusts.
“Like this baby? Did the dumb little baby want this?” Steve taunts as he leans his body down so his sweaty chest is pressed against yours. The cold metal settled between your breasts and against your stomach. You couldn’t seem to form anymore words, not from the way Steve’s swollen tip was kissing your cervix he was so deep. Or the way Bucky had grabbed your hand, using it to jerk off his pulsing cock instead of his own. “Bite onto mine princess, to keep your pretty mouth busy too” bucky instructed as could barely make words out. Your hand was going at a much faster pace than he did, and felt oddly so much better than his own. You bite down on the brunettes' dog tags that hovered over your flushed face.
“Our dumb little princess” are the lasts words you mange to absorb coming from both of the boys mouths. Before you're completely lost in the pleasure and your mind descends deep into sub space.
note: this is my first ever stucky fic so hope you all enjoyed. sorry it isn’t very long and Is kinda bad!
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Chris Evans x reader
Word count: 1k
"So what's the plan for this week?" Chris asked as he tidied up the breakfast dishes. Being home for a week off was a lovely surprise for the both of you. A co-star had an injury on set, meaning production had to stop. Everyone was ok, thankfully but it was still lovely to have him home for the week.
"I have stuff written on the calendar, check that and we can work around it" you replied as you fed Dodger. Chris picked up his coffee cup. Drinking it as he read through the week, everything was normal enough. Groomers for Dodger, food shop. He stopped his scanning as he read 'doctor'.
"Doctor, babe?" he wondered, looking over at you. Mild concern in his voice. "Yeah, need to refill my script for the pill" you replied as you washed your hands. Chuckling as you saw his face.
"Unless you'd like to start using condoms instead" you teased a bit, coming over and hugging his waist. Knowing your husband hated using them and avoided them if he could.
The clogs in his brain were working overtime. You could see that clearly, as you rested your chin against his chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked softly after a few minutes of him staring off distantly.
"Nothing" he mumbled after a moment. Flashing a smile before suggesting bringing Dodger to the dog park. You agreed with the idea and took his coffee cup from him so he could go and get the lead. Humming a bit to yourself as you sipped on the remaining coffee in the cup.
Something was definitely going on in that head of his. But if he was unwilling to share, you'd have to wait until he was ready.
You left him to stew for a few days. He didn't say anything else on the subject and life continued as normal. Though at times, you kept catching him staring at the calendar. Whether he was cooking in the kitchen and caught a glimpse at it. Or was just leaning against the counter and thinking.
Each time you brought it up, he shrugged and walked away. Not until three days later, was the subject brought up again. When you were out shopping in the mall did the subject come up again.
You had both decided to browse through the clothes. Not that you needed anything, in particular, just a look as the Boston weather had turned nasty outside and looking at clothes in the mall seemed like a good option.
You had found a nice top and was searching for the right size when your husband appeared beside you.
"So I've been thinking" Chris's voice rang out, breaking your attention from the clothes. "A dangerous concept, my dear" you teased a bit. Feeling his eyes rolling, you chuckled and asked, "what is it?"
He sighed, taking a deep breath before saying, "cancel the doctor's appointment." This caught your attention. Forgetting the top in front of you, you looked up. "Why?" you asked
Slowly, he held up a white baby grow. A tiny little thing, you felt like joking that he won't fit in that but felt it wasn't appropriate. Eyes moving from the grow to his eyes, you saw them wide and pleading. Puppy dog eyes.
"A baby?" you asked, laughing a bit. "is that why you have been moody?" you wondered, earning a shrug from him. He didn't consider himself moody. Just thoughtful. Slowly putting the baby clothes back, he turned back to you.
"Think how good you'd look, how sexy" he mumbled, coming close to you and hugging your body. Whispering in your ear, "what a good mom you'd be."
You sighed, kids had always been a part of the plan. You had married 6 months ago, and the plan was the wait for a while. Apparently, Chris wanted the plan sped up.
You agreed with a nod, "you'd be a fantastic father" you whispered. Thinking to all the times he had proven that exact point. When kids were on set with him or working with him.
"I'll take a career break too, finish up on this movie and then when you're 6 months, stop working. Not go back till your ok with it" he promised, smiling down at you. "So you and I can both do the first few months together. Or year. Years, however long."
You hummed. Thinking, as you looked at the baby grow he had placed down back in the clothes rack. You sighed and pulled back from the hug. Taking out your phone you scrolled through the contacts until you found the doctor and hit 'call'.
Chris watched you closely, keeping eye contact with you as you spoke to the doctor. "Yes, can I cancel the script for my pill" you confirmed with her. "But if you can order me some prenatal vitamins to start taking" you hummed. "Yes, everything I need to make sure a baby can be as healthy as possible. Yes, I'll see you Friday" you agreed happily and hung up the phone.
Throughout the phone call, Chris's breathing became a little deeper. Listening to you ordering the medicine to care for your child before they are even born.
"I think we should get home" Chris suggested in a hushed voice. Eyes darkening as he licked his lips. "I like that idea" you whispered, as he took your hand. Holding you close as you left the store to drive back home.
He wasn't leaving for another three days. Plenty of time to get started on making a baby.
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Visible Mark - Part 3
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Being Bucky and Steve’s best girl feels too good to be true.
Word Count: Over 4.9k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, groping, dirty talk, tension, feels, possessive behavior, slight angst, minor harassment, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)
A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU! This is follow up to Visible Mark Part 2 and the end of Phase 2! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics !
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You glanced at your phone as you pushed your cart down the aisle, checking an item off your shopping list. You somehow managed to sneak out early to get groceries. It wasn’t easy considering that your boyfriends traded off cuddles. Seriously, how did they manage to keep you in an octopus hold through the night? And how were they always so warm?
Smiling to yourself, you stopped to grab a couple of bags of chips. You made sure to get their favorite flavors. They were always thinking of you and you wanted to do the same for them. You knew the inevitable phone call with Peggy was coming, but you wanted to go about your day like normal and not let your imagination run wild. Before you could push your cart forward, you heard someone whistle behind you.
“Well, well. Fancy seeing you here.”
You turned around, a tight smile on your face as you saw Grant Ward and Billy Russo. They didn’t bother to hide that they checked you out, which made your skin crawl. The two of them always gave you bad vibes when you managed to see them. “Yeah. Fancy seeing someone at a grocery store,” you said, turning back to walk away.
“What’s the rush?” Billy asked as they followed.
“I don’t like to mingle in the aisles,” you replied.
“Surprised you’re out by yourself. Don’t you have Bucky and Steve attached at your hips now?” Grant chimed in.
Sighing, you stopped when Billy quickly walked around to the front of your cart. “Contrary to popular belief, they do let me out on my own,” you said sarcastically.
“Shit. So you really are fucking both of them?” Billy questioned, a dark smirk forming on his face as he leaned on the cart. You stiffened when you felt Grant right behind you, keeping your mouth shut tight.
“Always thought you were sort of innocent. Never pegged you as a slut," he whispered in your ear.
You inhaled sharply, the word making you feel cheap and dirty. Was that how people in town saw you? A little slut who wasn’t satisfied with one man? No. The people who cared, who mattered, supported you.
“If that’s what you’re into, we can show you a good time,” Billy leered, licking his lips.
You lifted your chin, refusing to let them demean you. "I'm not a slut. I’m their slut. Now get the hell out of my way.”
“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” Grant chuckled, brushing his fingers along your neck.
You were two seconds away from throwing your elbow back when you heard someone storm down the aisle. You felt Grant pull away and you wanted to burn the spot where he touched you. Billy instantly let go of the cart as well, his hands up as he backed away. You saw Thor come into view, meeting your gaze. The enormous blonde looked furious to see the other men so close to you. His brother, Loki, was close behind and looked bored as he took in the scene.
“Thor. Buddy. We don’t want any trouble,” Grant tried to placate.
“What is the meaning of this?” Thor asked, clapping a hand on his shoulder to push him further away from you.
“'What is the meaning of this?' What century are you in?” Billy mocked before the blonde swung his thunderous stare his way. “Lighten up. We were just talking.”
“Somehow I doubt you two are good conversationalists,” Loki said, looking at his brother. “But is this any of our business?”
“It is and it doesn’t look like she wants to talk to them,” Thor snapped, his gaze considerably softer as he looked at you. “Do you wish to speak to them?”
“They called me a slut. So… no, I don’t,” you answered confidently, mentally smirking when you saw Grant’s smile fall.
Loki looked more interested in the conversation now. “Did they? You two insulted the lady because…”
“She’s fucking Bucky and Steve. Is she fucking you, too? If she spreads her legs for those pricks, we figured-”
You gasped when Thor stepped forward and grabbed Grant by his collar. Did everyone forget they were in a grocery store? You didn’t want to be the cause of a fight.
“As entertaining as that would be, I wouldn’t,” Loki warned Billy when he moved to intervene.
“The next and only word out of your mouth will be an apology,” Thor ordered.
“Sorry,” Grant said through his teeth after a moment.
You nodded, not wanting to drag it out or make a big deal out of it.
“I better not see you bothering her again,” Thor said, letting Grant go. “Finish your shopping later. Consider yourself lucky that Barnes and Rogers weren’t here.”
“This isn’t over,” Grant whispered as he walked past you. Billy winked as he joined him, leaving you alone in the aisle with Thor and Loki. It took a moment to realize you were shaking. Was it anger? Disgust?
“Are you alright?” Thor gently asked.
You nodded quickly. “I’m fine. That was just… unexpected,” you said as evenly as possible, though you weren’t sure how you felt. Grant and Billy hardly ever talked to you, but their intentions were pretty clear.
“We can wait and walk you out,” Thor offered, ignoring Loki as he rolled his eyes.
Your chest tightened as you nodded again. “I’d appreciate that. I’m actually grabbing a few things to make for your party.”
“I’m glad you’ll be there and I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious,” he smiled.
You took your time walking through the rest of the store, much to Loki’s annoyance, as you listened to Thor tell a story about a recent tattoo he designed. He was so proud and animated as he spoke to you, like he was happy to have you as his audience. You found yourself much more relaxed by the time you went to pay. He even bagged the groceries for you as Loki checked the time. Similar to your boyfriends, the large blonde was a gentleman.
"Thanks again," you said as they walked you out.
"There is no need to thank us. Had it been my little one in there, Barnes and Rogers would have stepped in," Thor said, easily carrying your bags. "And I hope you do not take what they said to heart."
"I didn't," you tried to dismiss, glancing at Loki as he raised an eyebrow at you. He no longer looked annoyed as he studied you.
"I do question your taste since you threw in your lot with Barnes and Rogers," Loki said softly. "But doing so did not give Ward and Russo the right to treat you as if you were beneath them. Because you are not."
The truth was, you weren't ashamed of your relationship, but it hurt that others thought they could reduce you to something less than what you were. "That means a lot, Loki."
"Do not tell anyone I said that. I do have a reputation to uphold."
"You have a reputation?" Thor deadpanned.
You burst out laughing at Loki's expression. The pool party was going to be a blast.
"I'm gonna kill them," Bucky swore as he unloaded one of the bags.
"No, I'm gonna kill them," Steve corrected him, shutting the cupboard harder than normal.
"There's two of them. We can both kill them."
"Nat can help us hide the bodies."
"Sam can give us an alibi."
You sighed as you shut the fridge and turned to face them. Both of them were fuming, which was kind of adorable. You should have known Thor would let them know what happened before you go back. "You are not killing them. Though I wouldn't object to you holding them down and tattooing 'PRICK' across their foreheads."
The boys exchanged a look as your eyes went wide. "We could do that…" Bucky said seriously.
"I was kidding!" you said, wishing you kept your mouth shut because you wouldn't put it past them to actually try that.
"They can't just get away with calling you that," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. The agitated look on his face faded a bit when you went over and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm serious, sweetheart. We won’t tolerate that."
"I get why you’re both angry. It upset me, too,” you told him as you took his hand. “But I’m not going to let you two start a fight over it.”
“But the fact that it upsets you is reason enough. If they say or try anything else…” Bucky stopped as you looked over your shoulder. You stood still for a moment when he clenched his metal hand before you moved, gently taking it in yours. Holding both of their hands seemed to anchor them almost as much as it did for you.
“If they do… you have my permission to do anything that doesn’t get you sent to jail,” you conceded.
“Really?” Steve asked with a smirk. “Sweetheart, do you have a mean streak?”
“Only against people who hurt the ones I love,” you answered, letting them go to unpack the rest of the last bag. You knew Grant’s words hurt them as much as they hurt you, but you hoped they didn’t read into what you just said. You didn’t even want to read into that. It was still too soon.
“Doll?” Bucky asked, reaching for your hand again when you finished.
“When are we calling Peggy? Now? I think we should call her now,” you said rapidly.
“Now?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah. Now is good,” you nodded, sidestepping them to leave the kitchen. You sighed as you walked to the living room. All the preaching about communication and you were closing yourself off for no reason, other than misplaced fear. Because what if something happened on this call? What if everything changed?
“Hey,” Bucky said from behind you before you could sit, turning you to face him. You lifted your gaze to meet his, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes as well. “You have me. You know that, right?”
Your throat went dry as you nodded. Bucky didn’t let just anyone in, but he trusted and cared for you enough to open up. That meant everything. “And you have me, too.”
He tipped your chin as he brushed his lips against yours. The infinite gentleness as he wrapped his other arm around you made your heart race faster. It was a nice distraction, even if it was temporary.
“You sure you want to call now?” Steve asked again, his phone in hand as Bucky broke the kiss.
“Trying to avoid it?” Bucky responded, taking a seat and pulling you into his lap.
“I’m not. I want to know what's going on,” Steve promised as he sat down, twisting and turning the device between his fingers. “I don’t know what to expect, but I’m just glad you’re both here.”
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else, punk,” Bucky swore.
It was an honor to witness the bond between them, especially in moments like this. Steve was vulnerable, even if he did his best not to let it show. And Bucky would never leave him alone like that. You wouldn’t either.
“Whatever she has to say…” Steve swallowed as he looked at you. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and assure him that you had him. And that he had you, too.
“We’ll figure it out together,” you smiled softly, hoping it would ease him. Because it was the truth. No matter what was said, even if everything did change, you didn’t want to give up on either of them.
Steve exhaled as he touched the screen, making sure to put the call on speaker as it began to ring. The sound taunted you and you felt Bucky tense a bit at the second ring until you ran a hand through his hair. All three of you were on edge as it kept ringing. After all of that, would she not answer?
You nearly gasped when you heard Peggy speak and it took everything in you not to answer.
“Hi, Peggy,” Steve said after a beat.
You weren’t sure if he meant for it to be there, but you heard affection in his tone. Or maybe he was just being polite. You couldn’t hold that against him. Once upon a time, he was going to marry her.
“Hello, Steve. It’s… good to hear from you,” Peggy said and there was no mistaking the affection from her. It made you lean in closer to Bucky, but you gave Steve a small smile.
“You kept calling. I owed it to you to call you back,” he pointed out, glancing at you as Bucky pulled you even closer. “But it isn’t just me here. Bucky’s here.”
“Peggy,” Bucky said as cordially as he could.
“James,” Peggy replied, some of the warmth gone. There was no lost love between them, clearly. “I don’t understand why-”
“-And our girlfriend.”
You thought the call dropped when a few seconds went by. Hearing Steve call you their girlfriend felt good. And the fact that he was upfront and unashamed, it felt even better.
“I apologize. Did you say our girlfriend?” she questioned and you wondered if she was judging her ex.
“I did,” Steve said with pride. Why did that send a rush of unexpected heat through you? “Bucky and I are both seeing her.”
You quietly introduced yourself, even though she didn’t ask for your name.
“Hello," Peggy said politely enough, but you wished you could have seen her face to get a true read on her. Was she surprised? Hurt? "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to speak to anyone else. I… also wasn't expecting to hear that."
"I understand it may be a surprise, but whatever you have to say to me can be said to them. It isn’t to put you on the spot. I just don’t want any secrets between us.”
Peggy cleared her throat. “Why exactly did you think I called?”
“I don’t know,” Steve said quietly. “Can you tell me, please?”
“It’s Sharon, Steve. She’s sick.”
"Sharon?" you whispered.
“That’s her cousin,” Bucky whispered back.
“She’s sick?” Steve repeated, sitting up straight. Worry filled his eyes and you didn’t blame him.
“Yes. It’s a long story, but she’s going to Metro-General for treatment. I’ll be moving just outside of town to help until she gets back on her feet.”
For the first time since the conversation began, there was a waver in Peggy’s voice. It sounded like she was on the verge of tears. It made you shift a bit in Bucky’s lap. It felt like you were suddenly intruding, even though Steve made it clear he wanted you to be there.
Steve ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Peggy. I had no idea.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. She's strong. Always has been. I simply didn’t want you to be surprised if you saw me in town soon since I’ll be there in less than a week.”
“If there’s… anything you need, will you let us know?” Steve offered. You weren’t sure if it was out of kindness or sympathy.
“Of course, but I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“It isn’t an imposition,” Bucky chimed in, placing a soft kiss on your temple.
“Thank you, James,” Peggy said. “And thank you, Steve.”
You leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder, not paying attention as the conversation continued. Peggy’s cousin was sick. Peggy would be in town. You knew how vulnerable people could be when a loved one was ill.
“...Thank you again, Steve. I’m thankful that you returned my call.”
"I’ll help however we can. As a friend,” Steve emphasized, which made you lift your head. The loving smile he gave you filled you with guilt. He was trying to assure you because that was the kind of man he was.
“Of course. As a friend, yes. I… I should go for now. Goodbye, Steve.”
You slowly exhaled as you looked between Steve and Bucky. Both of them looked concerned, but also relieved. Had they feared the worst, too?
“Steve, are you okay?” you asked, leaning over and placing your hand over his.
“I think so,” he said, turning his hand over to hold yours properly. “I feel terrible for Sharon. She’s a good person.”
“She is. I hope she pulls through,” Bucky agreed. “You gonna be okay seeing Peggy around?”
“I’ll be fine. I have you two,” Steve answered, gazing at you. “Are you okay?"
"I am," you swore, that guilt creeping in again. He should have been concerned with himself, not you. "I think we all feel better knowing what's going on. And it meant a lot that you told her who I was."
"Because I have nothing to hide," Steve swore. You believed him.
"Are you worried about seeing her?" Bucky asked, kissing your temple again.
"I have nothing to worry about," you assured them.
"Thank you again for being here," Steve whispered.
You squeezed his hand as you leaned over, your kiss soft and deep as your lips touched. “Like Bucky said… we wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Damn it, Clint!” Mandy shrieked when he did a cannonball into the pool, splashing her and Natasha in the process.
Clint shook his hair out as he surfaced. “Did I hear you scream, Mandy? Nat, is that how she sounds when you’re between her-”
“-I will end you, Barton,” the redhead threatened, grabbing a towel to dry herself and Mandy off.
You laughed as you sat on the edge of the pool, swirling your feet around in the water. Since the call, things felt lighter. Steve was more relaxed, even as he worried for Sharon. Bucky had an extra bounce in his step, knowing that things were secure and right. And the weather was perfect for the party.
“Thor, are you sure I can’t give you a hand?” you asked as he stood at the grill.
Thor took a swig of his beer, pointing at you with the bottle. “You brought a small feast. What kind of host would I be if I made you cook more?”
You smiled sheepishly. The boys teased you for going overboard with the side dishes, but you wanted to do something nice after Thor stepped in to help you at the store. “Are you sure?”
“You just soak up some sun,” Sam winked, going to help Thor. “Besides, your soldiers don’t want you to lift a finger.”
“My soldiers?” you repeated, leaning back on your hands.
“Yeah, your soldiers. And you’re their captain. You tell them to jump and they’re already in the air,” Sam chuckled.
“How high am I jumping?” Bucky teased, carrying a plate of hot dogs and burgers over. Steve was right behind him with drinks in hand.
Dignity be damned, you almost fell into the pool when you got the full view of them. Both were in their swim trunks, their muscles and tattoos on full display under the sun. How did they manage to keep taking your breath away? Would there be any oxygen left in your lungs?
“So… everything is okay,” Natasha stated as she took a seat beside you.
“What?” you asked, your gaze still on your boyfriends as they stood at the grill.
“Everything is okay,” she stated again, nudging you. “I know you talked to Peggy. And if it hadn’t gone well, I wouldn’t have expected you here.”
“Yeah. It’s okay,” you smiled as you pulled your gaze away. “I don’t know why I was so nervous. Actually, I know why, but it’s not like I had a right to feel that way.”
Nat shook her head a little. “Why do you do that?”
“Brush off your feelings like that?” she asked, nudging you again. “The two of them may share a brain cell, but you? You keep acting as if you’re not allowed to feel the way you do. Why?”
You swirled your feet again as you tried to piece together how you wanted to respond. “Because they keep showing me that I mean something to them and… I don’t want them to doubt that I’m the right girl for them.”
“You’ve really fallen for them, haven’t you?” Nat smiled to herself.
You glanced over at them again as they laughed at something that Sam said. Their smiles brought a smile to your own face. You could spend every day listening to those happy sounds and never grow tired of them. "I fell before they were mine."
“They make you happy, so let yourself have it.”
“I thought you and Mandy were going to stop assuring me,” you teased. “And speaking of… thank you for making her happy. She deserves it.”
Both of you turned your heads in time to see Mandy dunk Clint’s head under the water. “Yeah, she does,” Nat smirked, jumping in. “I should save his ass.”
You laughed as she swam over to help. She was right. Your feelings were valid and you deserved to be happy. And you had every right to have some fun, too.
Smirking to yourself, you stood up and waited until you knew Bucky and Steve looked your way. You slowly arched your back, stretching and closing your eyes as the sun rays hit you. After a moment, you opened your eyes and swayed your hips as you walked to the deeper end of the pool.
“Rogers! Watch it. You’ll burn it!” Loki snapped, making you smirk more.
You knew your boyfriends had their eyes on you and only you as you stopped and stretched again. You pushed your chest out, enticing them, but you didn’t look their way.
“Barnes, move!” Loki snapped louder. “Thor, get them away from the grill!”
You finally looked over, seeing a bit of smoke rise from the grill. It gave your men a dangerous look as they stared at you. You blew them a kiss before you jumped in. The water felt good as it washed over you, making you smile as you surfaced. Two splashes nearby had your heart racing as your boyfriends rose from the water seconds later. Watching the droplets drip down their skin, you suddenly felt like prey instead of the siren.
“What are you doing, doll?” Bucky asked as he swam close to you.
“Swimming,” you said sweetly, moving just out of his grip.
“You’re teasing us,” Steve corrected, nearly closing the distance in one stride.
“I’m doing no such thing,” you smiled before Bucky moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Yes, you are,” he whispered, gently biting down on your earlobe. “You’re driving us crazy. You didn’t let us have you this morning.”
“I was busy cooking,” you reminded him as Steve moved in front of you.
“You’re not cooking now,” Steve pointed out, giving you a soft kiss. “You’re teasing us in that sexy two-piece. And you think you’re safe because our friends are here.”
“But here’s the thing,” Bucky whispered as Steve’s hand slid between your legs. “Our friends don’t care where we get you off… or when.”
Your eyes widened when your bikini bottoms were moved aside. Yeah, you were definitely the prey. And feeling those fingers slide along your folds, it wasn’t the pool making you wet. “Are you really…”
“Unless you don’t want us to. We never want you to be uncomfortable, sweetheart,” Steve swore. True to his word, his fingers went still. Bucky didn’t move a muscle either, simply keeping you warm between their bodies.
Your best friend was feet away, splashing around with her girlfriend. The others were lost in their own conversations. Hell, they knew you had the vibrating butterfly in the night of the poker game. Would this really be a stretch? “Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s our girl,” Steve murmured, gently sliding a finger into your wet channel. “You didn’t let me properly thank you for being there with us.”
“You don’t… fuck, need to thank me,” you protested as Bucky’s mouth moved to your neck. Your lips tingled, aching to feel Steve kiss you again.
“Yes, I do. We both do,” Steve said, pushing his finger deep.
“We’re demanding and you put up with us,” Bucky whispered, sliding a hand under your bikini top. Your lips parted in a gasp as he gently pinched and toyed with your nipple. It always felt so good with his metal hand.
Steve brushed his nose against yours as you gasped again. “We’re selfish for wanting you so much, but you make us insatiable. Fuck, you’re soaked. Have we been neglecting you?”
You could only moan as he added another finger. Was it the thought of being outside that excited you? Or knowing that everyone would see what they already knew? That you belonged to them? Maybe that was what excited you the most… simply being their girl.
“No,” you whimpered as you squirmed, rocking your ass back against Bucky with desperation. How did they reduce you to a mess so quickly?
Bucky licked a slow stripe along your pulse up to your ear again. “Should we fuck you here? Let us take turns slipping our cocks in and out of you?”
Steve kissed you deeply when you moaned, curling his fingers when his other hand went to your hip. With expert ease, he gently lifted and lowered you back down. Fuck, he was making you fuck yourself on his fingers. “Would you let us, sweetheart?” he breathed into your mouth. “I wonder how many times we’d make you come before anyone noticed.”
Your legs shook, your spirit trying to leave your body as you climbed higher. You’d let them fuck you all over Thor’s pool, deck, house, wherever they wanted. “I’ll let you wreck every hole.”
Bucky sputtered as he gripped your breast, Steve’s fingers stilling again as his eyes went wide. It felt good that you could surprise them. “Every hole, doll?”
“Every hole,” you moaned as Steve’s fingers moved along your walls again. “The question is… which one of you gets my tight ass first?”
“Jesus FUCK,” Bucky growled, a bit of water splashing around you as he rocked his hardness against your ass. “You can’t just say shit like that. We need a warning."
“Why not?” you whined when Steve brushed his thumb along your clit. You knew their cocks had to be aching for you and that rush of power was heady. “Don’t you want to fill me up?”
Steve’s forehead met yours as his fingers moved relentlessly. The hard and deep thrusts almost matched how his cock felt. “Until we’re dripping out of you, sweetheart.”
“You'll have to plug me,” you moaned, biting your lip. It was nearly impossible to hold back your sounds. You reveled in their touches, swearing that steam rose from the water from the fire that burned inside you. Your body wound tighter and tighter, gripping Steve’s arms as he nailed your g-spot.
“Tonight,” Bucky groaned with want. “Please. I need to feel that tight hole around every inch of me.”
“She didn’t say you’d get it first,” Steve growled.
“I… get to decide,” you managed to say as your head fell back. The pleasure built with such force as they practically bickered over who would ruin you first. You felt like you were in danger of exploding as you clenched around Steve’s fingers. “I’m… Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, doll. Soak his fingers like our good girl. You’ve more than earned it,” Bucky encouraged, pinching your nipple again.
You cried in ecstasy as you let it wash over you, giving yourself up to the pure feeling of being theirs. Your cunt clenched almost painfully as your wetness coated the thick fingers inside you. You couldn’t even writhe in their grasp, their arms effectively keeping you trapped and making you feel it all. It wasn’t just the coil breaking. It was set on fire, every nerve ending heated from the pleasure in your veins.
“Almost came just from that sound,” Steve admitted as he slipped his fingers free.
You smiled as Bucky fixed your top, still feeling how hard he was as he held you. “Almost? I’m gonna be hard until I get to fuck you.”
You laughed breathlessly until you realized how quiet it was. “Um…” you trailed off as you peaked over Steve’s shoulder. Mandy, Natasha, and Clint were no longer in the pool. Sam was missing, too. Only Thor and Loki were still outside.
“If you’re quite finished, how do you want your burgers?” Loki asked.
Blood rushed to your cheeks before you smiled. “I think I have enough meat right here.”
Thor threw his head back as he laughed. “Rogers, Barnes. If you let her go, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Bucky promised, kissing your shoulder.
“Not letting go, Thor. Find your own best girl,” Steve added.
“I’m not letting go either,” you smiled, making no effort to move out of the water or their arms. You had nowhere else to be, except where they were. And the fear of falling in love with them? It faded more and more with each passing second because the future was bright. You deserved it.
Peggy smiled as she reached over, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind Briana’s ear. She was so beautiful. “I know the move won’t be easy, but I’ll be right there. And I can’t wait for Steve to meet you. He’ll adore you.”
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