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Okay but Knife Play with Faith and Nat with Bucky as their bound “victim” 😛 🔪

To say this inspired me would be an understatement. It went above and beyond and inspired me.

I hope you enjoy this Suz.

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Wicked Games:-

Summary:- Knife Play with Faith and Nat and a bound Bucky.

Crossover:- Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avengers

Characters:- Faith Lehane x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings:- 18+ - Knife Play, Blood play/Knife cutting. Threesome. DP Anal Play. Strap on. Sex Toys. Dildo. Oral Sex. Edging. Vaginal Sex. Three people fucking. Consent. Safe words. Explicit language. I think I have them all but please feel free to reach out if I have missed one that needs adding.

Words:- 2849

Any mistakes are mine that have slipped through.

Soft gentle fingers caressed his bare skin.

Featherlight and torturous. Leaving a heated trail across his chest, stomach, arm, and legs. Marking their passage on his body one fingertip at a time.

Even with his eyes closed, he recognised the hands of Faith, on his inner thigh. Her fingertips hardened with callouses from the years of using wooden stakes as weapons, the strength in the way she teased with just enough pressure against his inner thigh. Quickly replaced by the feel of her lips, and back to her fingers.

Bucky bucked against his restraints, against the chains that were strong enough to keep him in place. Strong enough for a Slayer, strong enough for him. His arms bound above him. Legs stretched comfortably to each post of the bed.

Faith was teasing him, intentionally keeping her hands away from his cock, his balls. Fuck, he swallowed slowly, did he love her mouth taking him in.

Not that he could focus for too long on what he wasn’t getting. Nat’s fingers teased his nipples. Tracing around them in a circular motion. Followed by the heat of her tongue, a swirl of a lick, before switching back to her fingers again.

Their scent surrounded him. The sweet, citrussy scent mixed with the spicy hint of flavour that was all Faith. Honeysuckle and whisky combined, with the faintest lingering note of cigarette smoke. She was trying to quit. But that didn’t mean she didn’t sneak the odd one, after a particularly hard night patrolling the city. Then there was Nat. The rich and sweet scent of jasmine soap mixed with the earthy spicy scent of sandalwood. Both uniquely suiting them both.

Scents he’d come to love. That drove him wild with arousal as they were now.

Why had he agreed to not touching, or tasting himself? Because this was a sweet kind of torture, and his girls were nothing but imaginative.

A deep groan escaped his throat, as Faith flicked her tongue across his balls. His cock hardening even more. He resisted the urge to buck his hips, knowing they would punish him if he did. Biting on his bottom lip, he couldn’t lie and say that the temptation wasn’t there.

Just to see what else they would do next.

Would they fuck each other as he watched? Would they fuck on top of him, allowing him to feel but not join in.

“Look at our pretty boy, desperately trying to hold back.” Nat purred, her breath tickling his ear. When had she moved?

“He’s biting down on that lip, making it all plump for us. Such a good boy.” Faith chuckled. “But can he hold back if I do this.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, heart pounding hard and fast as her lips slid over the tip of his cock, and she moved down. Throat vibrating, as she moaned around him. It fucking drove him wild when she did that, and then she added just a little pressure with her tongue.

“Fuck – Faith” A breathless pant, hips bucking, wanting to feel more, a craving deep in his soul, his body to feel fucking everything.

Nat chuckled, and Faith pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. He whimpered at the loss of her pretty fucking lips wrapped around him. Whimpered at the lack of heat.

“I think our pretty boy, is misbehaving.” Nat teased. “What do you think your punishment should be?”

“Anything.” The word was more whimper than anything.

“Anything he says. Dangerous words.” Faith chuckled. Her voice husky and seductive. “We can go, hot, cold, blunt, or sharp. I personally think sharp.”

“He does like his knives,” Nat hummed in agreement.

“I like how he handles his knives,” Faith drawled, amusement lacing her words, mixed with a desire that was all her.

Bucky groaned, his thoughts already swirling at the possibilities. Knife play was a kink he hadn’t expected himself to have, but then considering both Faith and Nat’s skill at using them, there was something sexy about the way the two women handled them. Something he could watch all day long.

He felt the shift on the bed, heard feet gently padding the floor. Faith. Out of her and Nat, Faith was a little louder in the way she carried herself. Not having had the assassins training where silence was your friend. Faith relied on her instincts, her slayer intuition to guide her to her prey. She was a huntress not an assassin.

A draw opened, and closed and moments later she was back on the bed. To his right. Nat removed the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the low lighting. Candles and moonlight, not total darkness.

The light danced across their skin, giving them both a silver shimmer to their naked bodies. Neither of them was particularly shy when it came to their bodies. Both radiated a sexual energy that had most blushing in their wake. A sexy confidence that vibrated from their very souls. Bucky knew though, hidden here in this room between the three of them was where the truth shone the brightest. Where the moonlight revealed the scars and hidden desires and vulnerability neither of them would let the world see.

They trusted him enough to show him. And he fucking loved them for it. Just as they allowed him to have his own vulnerabilities. It was them against the world, even when they disagreed, they were still united out in the world.

“Safe word?” Faith asked, as she picked out a set of knives, and hand one over to Nat. Her dark brown eyes meeting his and giving him a moment to think of the word. This was trust they had, knowing that they would keep each other’s boundaries safe and protected. Even when they were playing.

Each of them had their specific word. Personal to them.

Red for Nat.

Angel for Faith, though Bucky wasn’t sure what the vampire would think to discover that he was Faith’s safe word when it came to sex and their kinks and play. Not that he would ever tell the vampire in question.

His, was a little different. His was a word that had already been twisted to hurt him. A word that he was claiming back in some way. Even just claiming back one was giving him power back.

“Freight Car.”

“Eyes on me, Soldier boy. Where you at with this?” Faith asked, needing that clarification from him that he was good with this. A safe word was all very well and good, but they needed to know he didn’t feel pressured as well.

Anticipation vibrated through his nerves, his pulse quickening in his throat. “So fucking green right now.”

Faith nodded, her gaze slowly caressing over his body, before she looked at Nat. Nat, nodded her head. “Green.”

“We’re all green to go.”

She closed the box and placed it on the floor. Giving them both plenty of the room. The knives twirled in her hand quickly. He tracked the movement, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze. The way her hair hung over to one side of her neck, exposing the other.

Nat shifted. Pushing herself to her knees, hovered above him as she reached for Faith. Pulling her close, until their breasts pressed together, and their lips crashed over the other. They kissed as if they needed air and the other was it. He watched, drinking in the sight of the two of them. His cock twitched; his veins burned with the need to touch. To join in, to taste them both.

Hands strained against the chains holding him in place. The noise bringing both of their attention to him. And didn’t they look divine, hovering above him, naked, breasts pressed together, knives hanging loosely against each other’s hips.

“I think our pretty boy is feeling left out,” Nat taunted.

“Does he want us to run our knives across that sexy body of his like this?” Faith asked, her hands already directing the knife across her own body. Just enough pressure to leave a thin red line across her skin. She moved across her hips, stomach, between her breasts. The line would be healed in the morning, but the way she teased at her bottom lip with her teeth, and a low moan escaped her throat, it was a tell-tale sign Faith was turned on by a little pain. Then again, she loved it when he fucking wrapped his metal hand around her throat as well. Hard enough to keep her in that space between one breath and the next as he fucked her.

His balls tightened. Cock hardening even more. His skin burned with an ache to be touched, to feel the pointed press of the knives against his own skin, his throat as they fucked him. Hard enough to draw blood.

“I think he likes that.” Nat chuckled, moving to straddle one of his legs, her own knife pressing against his thigh. The flat of the blade, until she turned it to hold the tip. Slowly she ran the length up, avoiding pressing too hard when it came to those arteries and veins that one wrong move could kill him.

Blood roared in his ears, skin prickling, as pain teased his senses. Enough to scratch the itch slightly but leaving him wanting more.

Faith climbed up his body, fitting neatly into the side of him, casually she toyed with her own knife in with her fingers, hard enough to draw blood at the tip of her fingers before she drew the knife across his stomach. Hard enough to draw his own blood.

He hissed through his teeth, pleasure mixing with pain, giving him the barest of relief and leaving him wanting so much more.

Moving in sync with one another they pushed him to the edge. A soft touch there, a slow drag of the knife there, followed by enough pressure to draw blood.

Shallow cuts across his arm and shoulder, his chest and stomach. Wounds that would be healed come morning, but for now, his girls were marking him. Claiming him in every way possible. A sharp slice here, another there. Soothed away by a heated kiss, a flick of a tongue across his nipples, a grazing of teeth, a suck of his cock.

His body trembled. Muscles coiling and tightening and still they pushed, bring him to the edge but never letting them fall.

Checking with him every step of the way.

“Fuck, green,” he whimpered for what felt like the hundredth time. His entire body a sensitive coil waiting to snap. Except he wanted to feel his cock deep inside of them. Wanted his tongue buried in one of their pussies before he got his own release.

As though reading his thoughts they moved. Both straddling him. Faith in front, with Nat behind her. He swallowed at the sight, unable to ignore the buzz that vibrated through him. Anticipation. Desire, an all-consuming need currently burning through his body. Fuck did he want them.

Eyes glued to them; he watched as Nat guided Faith from behind onto his cock. Hands on her hips, knife pressed to her skin. Faith sunk herself onto him. Her wet folds stretched around him, as she took every fucking inch of him.

“Fuck-“ A deep groan. His cock adjusting being deep inside of Faith, her walls clenching him tightly, her pussy stretched around him. They stilled, the two of them, Faith’s head leaning back against Nat who bent and captured her mouth with hers once again. Tongues dancing, lips crashed together, both seeking dominance of the other. Before Nat gripped tightly at Faith’s hips. Fingers digging into skin, knife stroking her stomach.

Faith rolled her hips.

His cock pulsed.

Nat set the rhythm. Teeth biting down onto Faith’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, fingers on hips, knife on skin. Together they fucked him.

Hips rolling. Bodies in sync with one another.

His jaw clenched tightly, pressure building inside of him. But he wasn’t ready to come yet. Fuck was he not ready to come.

Each swivel of Faith’s hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his nerves. Dark brown eyes locking with his, a wicked smirk across her lips. A steady beat. A temp set to keep him simpering, despite the urge to drive hard and fast into her.

Nat eased up from behind her, fingers no longer digging into her hips. Instead, she pushed Faith down, letting her body bend over him. Still riding his cock, letting her run her tongue over his nipples. Moving from one to the other.

Back arched, Bucky leaned into it all. His body overwhelmed by every single sensation he was feeling. That was until Faith cried out above him.

“Fuck, Nat.”

“Such a good girl, taking Bucky’s cock like a good little slut, and now you’re taking a dildo in your ass. Do you feel full, baby?”

It took everything in him not to come right there and then. Faith riding him, her pussy clenching tight around him, and now he was being treated to a sight of Nat, fucking her in the ass.

He could feel the extra pressure, pressing against his cock. Only a thin divide between them.

Faith’s body quivered. Tightened, as she rode him a little harder, picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her in the ass.

They moved together. Hearts beating hard and fast, falling in sync. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, teeth gritted as he desperately clung on to his release, wanting it to last all the while longer. He could feel Nat’s hands on his inner thighs. Lifted himself up, knowing what was coming and feeling more anticipation for it. He had wanted to taste them on his lips, but by fuck would he take this as well. Having the three of them joined in such away.

He had enough room to allow his knees to bend enough, and on instinct Faith shifted further up. Her knife pressing against his throat.

“You going to be a good Solider, and let Nat fuck you in the ass, like she’s fucking me with a dildo. While I’m fucking you?”

He swallowed slowly, relishing in the feel of the sharp metal at his throat.

“Yes.” It came out a desperate needy whimper. But fuck did he want it. Knowing that Faith had a dildo up her ass, that Nat would be able move with her hands, Faith wrapped around his cock, and Nat using the strap-on to fuck him up the ass. All the while, Faith kept her knife pressed against his throat.

“Don’t move that fucking knife.” He growled.

Faith smirked. “Soldier, giving orders now. Will I get punished next if I don’t follow my orders?”

“We both know I’ll make you suffer, baby doll. Make you beg for it.”

“I don’t beg,” she gasped.

Bucky smirked at her. “We both know that’s a lie, but as long as you’re only begging me and Nat, I will let it slide.”

Faith laughed. A deep throaty laugh, that turned into a moan. “Fuck, you both are so fucking good at fucking me. But the last time I checked, Soldier boy. This was your punishment. Your wicked game.”

“Next time it will be your turn.” He swallowed.

Neither of them answered, as Nat shifted behind them again. Pulling flush to them both, hips angled just right, strap on perfectly positioned.

He groaned, loudly, from deep within his chest, as she inched her way into his ass. Faith stilling enough to allow him time to adjust. Feeling full and complete with both of them either wrapped around him or fucking him in some way.

“More.” It was a rushed word. Holding a promise of what was around the corner.

Faith kept her knife pressed against her throat, hips rolling as she fucked him hard. Picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her with the dildo in the ass. Nat’s own hips thrusting in and out of him with the strap on. The three of them moving as one, bringing each other closer, and closer to their release.

Muscles tightened.

Until finally they snapped.

Bucky felt the exact moment Faith came. Her pussy gripped him tightly and her body quivered. His own orgasm following. His balls tightening as a heat spread from his cock outwards pleasure spreading through him.

He groaned. Body shaking.

Nat’s voice joined them only moments later, her clit rubbed against that extra part they had made for the strap on, to give the wearer pleasure as well. Not that Bucky intended to end the night there.

No, the moment his hands were free, the moment he caught his breath and his heart stopped racing. He intended on eating them both out, and having a feast all his own, as he made them come again and again. Until both lost track of how many times they came tonight and remembered that they were his, as much as he was theirs.

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