Pretty 2 - James B. Barnes & Steve Rogers

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader×Steve Rogers

Word count: 2764 ()

Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers: the sequel.

Warnings: 18+, Stucky, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve, explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, choking, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, unprotected intercourse (like sperm in vagina unprotected), daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, degradation (but in a cute way???), threesome, blowjob, hair pulling. Let me know if you find more.

Notes: This is filth…I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you at the end of it (leave me some feedback, if you feel like it).

Have fun ;)

P.s.: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly.

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Previously:Pretty

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A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.

“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”

Your mind is still hazy, clouded by the aftermath of the first orgasm of the night. You know there are many more to come and the knowledge has you growing wetter by the second. Steve leans back, runs his finger over your stomach, spreading around the come that wasn’t soaked up by your panties and when his eyes find yours, the smile that spreads on his face is enough to get your desire flaring up again.

Sucking in some more much needed air, you glance at Bucky, whose hand is still around your neck; he grins down at you, all cheeky and taunting as he waits for you to ask. He loves the way you lick your lips, glance away for a beat only to bring your gaze back on his when you have to ask, “Can I please get up, Daddy?”

Steve’s finger traces its way down to your sopping lips, playing in your juices as he watches you interact with Bucky.

“Sure thing, doll.” He leans down to press a peck to your temple, “Ass up, dollface, lemme see Cap fuck that tight cunt. Put on a show for Daddy.”

So you do, you sit up, the silky robe pooling at your waist as you reach for Steve’s hard chest and ghost your fingers along his pecs and down to his abs, enjoying the way the muscles tighten under your touch. There’s a light sheen of sweat starting to cover the warm expanse of muscle, and you lean closer; tongue snaking out to pepper kitten licks along his neck.

The hand that isn’t playing with your clit wraps around your neck; you gasp as he pulls you up until you’re face to face with him, lips brushing as he speaks.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, darling.” A slap connects with your thigh; a stinging reminder of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.

You pull back when he releases his hold, look up into the Captain’s darkening gaze, and turn around to face Bucky who’s now leaning against the pillows; teeth worrying his lips as he admires your breasts and aching nipples. You move to settle between his parted thighs, hands running up the fabric of his jeans to settle on either side of his hips. Bucky’s hands are behind his head, a clear indication that he plans on enjoying the show for a while.

Steve’s hand connecting with your left ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, hips thrusting forward as you subconsciously try to pull away. When you glance at him over your shoulder, you find his gaze locked on his best friend as he smacks your other cheek.

You groan at the sting, but this time you push back against him, wordlessly asking for more.

“Hum, you ready for me, darling? Ready for my cock?” You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you rub your ass against his crotch, whining at the barely there stimulation you get. His hips pull back and he lightly taps your sopping core, “Look at you, so wet and willing. Just wanna be filled up, don’t ya?”

“Yes, please. Give it to me, Captain, fill me up.”

You grind back against his hand, shamelessly spreading your wetness on his fingers as you go. His thick fingers push past your lips, teasing your bundle of nerves for a second before he enters you and you groan your appreciation; back arching deeper as your arms give up, forcing you to press your face against Bucky’s jean-clad thigh.

“How’s that pussy feel, Stevie?” The question has Steve pushing in another finger, further stretching your walls to prepare you to take him.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this, Buck. She’s so fucking wet already; clenching down so hard.”

You moan, listening to the filthy words and shivering at the way they speak of you, of your body. Bucky brings his hand to your head, carding his fingers through your hair for a second, before he fists the strands and lifts you up to look him in the eye.

“Feel good, doll? You enjoying Cap’s fingers fucking ya?” Your teeth sink down in your bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your head as Steve brushes the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You’re already so close again, it’s embarrassing.

“Oh God, yes. Feels so-oh good, Daddy, please.” Bucky leans up, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispers huskily, “Ya know, if you beg nicely enough he might even let you come on them.” He chuckles then, bringing your head back to his lap as he relaxes against the pillows once more.

Another smack is delivered to your bottom, eliciting a whine past your panting lips as you beg Steve for more, your walls clamping around his digits, “Can I come for you, Cap? Please, I’ll be so good, can I co-oh fuck! Please.”

Your body shudders as you try to hold back, waiting for his say so. Nails dig in Bucky’s leg when Steve laughs darkly, slowing his pace and focusing on your g-spot. Your legs start shaking with the effort to keep your ass in place and you almost cry in relief when Steve wraps his free arm around your midriff, hand coming to rest against your stomach. He lifts you up, your back pressed to his damp chest as he keeps finger-fucking you.

“Ain’t she pretty like this, Buck?” His question is answered by a grunt, Bucky’s eyes devouring your body as he sheds himself of the layers of clothing and fists his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight of the black metal gliding over his come slickened shaft.

“Uhm, you like that, don’t you, darling? Huh? Like Daddy watching you being such a little whore for me?” Your ass presses back against him, answering his questions as you grind up and down his dick; your walls clench around his fingers again, alerting him of your pending release.

“Mmhm, yes, always. Always your dirty, little whore, Captain. Let me come? Please?”

“Go ahead, darling. Keep your eyes on him and come for me.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your walls start spasming before he finishes the sentence; body going limp in his arms as your hips keep bucking against his thrusting fingers. You’re still coming when he retrieves his digits, a disappointed plea the only thing you manage to muster up, but then his cock is teasing your entrance and he thrusts inside in one go, filling you up as your walls are still clenching and prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s it-fuck, darling, always feel so fucking good.” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder as he starts moving inside you. Slowly rocking you back and forth.

“You want a taste, pal?”

The question has you opening your eyes right in time to see the brunette coming to his knees in front of you, eyes boring into his best friend’s ones. “Yeah, don’t be greedy, punk.”

You melt when his chest presses to yours, your hard, aching nipples rubbing against his pecs with every thrust of Steve’s hips. Bucky’s hand cups the other man’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss over your shoulder. He moans in Steve’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before he suckles on it. They make it look so pretty and so dirty; their kisses are always a clash of teeth and a rolling of wet, needy tongues. The sight has you bringing your hand back to your pulsing clit.

“Mmm, taste even better on Cap’s lips, dollface.” You glance back over your shoulder to find Steve giving you a shit-eating grin, and you realize exactly what Bucky was tasting: Steve must’ve sucked your come off his fingers.

The praise has goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He hums his acknowledgement; hands running along your sides before they cup your breasts and you keen at the touch. You’re torn between pushing back against Steve’s thrusting hips, or forward towards Bucky’s exploring hands.

At the same time, Steve slaps your hand off your clit and Bucky pinches a nipple; the sleekness of the metal fingers adding another layer to the overwhelming amount of feelings driving you crazy.

You whimper your approval, eyes begging Bucky as he leans down to pull one nipple inside his hot mouth. He smiles up at you, flashing you his teeth for a second before they are sinking down in your flesh, inflicting just enough pain for more slick to gush around Steve’s dick, and now it’s the blonde’s turn to moan in approval. Your hands fly to Bucky’s hair as he reserves the same treatment to your other breast, groaning against it when you tangle your fingers in the strands and pull.

Now that Bucky’s body is holding you up, Steve brings his fingers to your lips, teasing them open and you gladly accept; running your tongue around his fingers the way you know he likes you to.

“Need something to suck on, huh? C’mon then, wanna see you choke on Daddy’s dick.”

That grabs Bucky’s attention, who lets go of your nipple and sits back on the bed, grinning happily as Steve places a hand on your lower back and bends you to his will.

Your cheek presses to Bucky’s thigh, and you allow yourself to enjoy the skin-on-skin contact for a couple of seconds, before you nuzzle his cock and slyly look up at him with parted lips and innocent eyes.

“Fuck, Stevie, look at her. So fucking obedient.”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

The answer earns you a hard thrust by Steve; he stills, buried deep inside you until you glance back at him apologetically. “Ah-both of you. Fuck, both of you, Captain, please.”

“Mmhm, less talking, more sucking.”

Your hips wiggle against him to persuade him to start moving again, but instead he leans over you, his chest flush to your back and wraps his right hand around Bucky’s cock, stroking him a couple of times before directing him to your lips.

“Open up wide, darling. Yeah, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”

You thank him around the mouthful; the vibration of your words causing Bucky to jerk up, but Steve’s hand still wrapped at the base of his cock keeps him down. You peer up at the brunette, eyeing him as you start gently suckling on the head.

“Ugh, fuck’n- shit!”

Steve removes his hand and you switch, bobbing your head as both your eyes and Steve’s keep feasting on the pleasure ridden expression colouring Bucky’s face. A long string of Russian tumbles past his lips, and Steve twitches inside you not even a second before your walls clench down in response.

“You’re such a sucker for her pretty mouth.”

“Fuck. Off. Punk.”

Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Bucky brings his hand to your head, holding you still as he starts to fuck your mouth, slowly going further on each push. Steve cackles, pressing a kiss to your hollowed cheek before he pushes back to his knees and resumes fucking your drenched pussy.

He starts with a soft grind, testing your steadiness as you’re pushed and pulled on them, and once he’s satisfied you can still hold yourself upright, he sets a hard pace; each thrust ending with a dirty roll of his hips when they’re flush against your ass.

You lose yourself between them. Eyes closing as you bask in Steve’s wandering hands - moving, exploring every inch he can reach - and the filthy, lewd praises falling from both men.

“Look so pretty choking on Daddy’s dick.”

“Fuck yeah- cunt sucking me in so nicely, darling.”

“Taking me so good, doll. Gon’ make me come down your thro-oh fuck.”

“My pretty, little whore. Look at you, being fucked on each end, you like that, huh?”

You’re a mumbling mess, moaning your agreements and whining your pleas as you feel another orgasm approaching.

“Hold it. Don’t you dare come yet.”

Bucky is the first to reach his climax. He fists your hair, pulls you close until the light smattering of hair tickles your nose, and groans long and deep; hips jerking lightly as he starts spilling inside your mouth. Steve stops, watches at first until he leans back down, bringing his hand to your neck.

“Shit, Buck. Can feel you in her throat.” With that Bucky pushes one last time, letting you clean him off with tiny, delicate, kitten licks.

Your hips roll back, alerting Steve that you’re ready for him to continue at the same time as Bucky pulls you off; a string of your saliva and his come connecting your swollen lips to his sensitive cock. He moans his praise, resting his ass against the pillows as Steve takes over and pulls you back upright.

His pace is faster now, fucking into you with a renewed vigour as he chases his own release.

Fingers tangled in your messy hair, he angles your face to kiss you hard; tongue pushing past your lips to taste his best friend. His other hand is hooked in the elastic of your panties, using it as leverage as he moves you along his cock, manoeuvring your body and setting the rhythm to his liking. He slows down every time you clench tight around him, bringing you down from your impending high.

“Harder, Stevie. Oh fuck- give it to me, please. Fuck your dirty whore, Captain.”

He grunts at the sound of his name on your breathy, needy moans; the silky robe sticking to your sweaty bodies as he grants your wishes and you melt against him. The elastic snaps on your hip and a growl tears past Steve’s lips and lands on the damp skin of your cheek, his hands both settle on your hips to pull you against his rocking body as he pushes forward faster on each thrust.

Bruises will surely adorn your skin and you already know, you’ll spend your morning marvelling at them.

The feeling of another set of hands on your scorching body has you opening your eyes to find Bucky on his knees again, moving to mold his chest to yours. His metal fingers return to torment your breasts, rolling, pulling, tweaking your nipples until you moan his name, begging for his lips.

He grins at you, slow, seductive and taunting before he brushes the softest of pecks on the tip of your nose, and his right hand wraps gently around your neck, holding you flush to Steve. His thumb presses past your parted lips, teasing your tongue before you start nipping and sucking on it.

“So damn tight. Gon’ make me c-shit.”

“Do it, Stevie.”

Bucky’s attention turns to his best friend, tendrils of his chestnut hair tickling your cheek and jaw as he leans over your shoulder to whisper to him; voice low and husky, honey-coated by the need cursing through his veins. You shudder at the pants hitting your skin.

“Come inside her, Cap. Fill her up and pass her to me. I’ll make sure to fuck your come deep inside that pretty cunt of hers.”

His words are your undoing. Your body seizes up; lips parted as you orgasm harder than you did all night. You claw at Bucky’s back, shoulders, arm, anything you manage to get your hands on, and he chuckles in your ear, holding your shaking body still as Steve comes inside you with a wanton, broken moan.

Somewhere, under the lust clouding your brain, you realize you need air and start drawing in deep, long breaths trying to calm down your racing heart as you fill in your lungs.

Steve and Bucky are kissing over your shoulder again, you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enjoying the feeling of being held up by them and whimpering as the blonde starts thrusting minutely after completely emptying himself. They pull back for air, with ragged breaths and rosy cheeks; they recover way quicker than you - damned super soldiers – and their plump lips attack your neck.

You close your eyes, revelling in the soft caresses of their mouths, the gentle flickers of their tongues and the light nips of their teeth. Your breathing quickens again, you bring your hands to their hair, carding through short blonde strands and tugging on longer chestnut locks. Bucky leans back, catches your eyes in his mesmerising ones and smiles.

“Daddy’s turn.”

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