Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
In front of him sat various terrified men. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of firearms were stolen from one of Steve’s downtown warehouses. John Walker was currently blaming every other man in the room for the weapons ‘disappearing’ and took no responsibility for what happened. The warehouse was his responsibility, Steve trusted John to watch over the area.
John Walker was supposed to be in charge.
“Y’know Walker, I’m getting really sick of you putting the blame on everyone else.” Steve stood up and shrugged off his suit jacket before placing it on the back of the chair. His hand moved to rub over his mouth and beard in one quick motion.
“You were the one in charge of the safe house, so unless someone in this room can tell me what happened..” Steve paused to look around the room at the other men before looking down at John. “You, John, will be dealing with the consequences.”
John opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse to get Steve off his back. Steves glare hardened in seconds and he pulled his gun out of the holster that sat across his shoulders.
“M..Mr Rogers” a voice squeaked from the corner. Peter Parker was shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes in fear of what the infamous Steve Rogers was going to do to him after calling him by name.
Peter had seen Brock Rumlow, a member of a rival Mafia, on the corner of the street talking to Walker on the night the weapons went missing.
“Yes Parker?” Steve barked, his head snapping towards Peter. Steve’s gun still rested against Walker’s head.
Peter mumbled, his words caught in his throat as fear consumed him. “Spit it out” Steve spat harshly when Peter didn’t speak again. With a deep breath in, Peter finally found his voice again.
“I..I saw Rumlow o..on the corner, with Walker on..on the night the weapons were taken. I wasonmywayhomeandIjustfiguredthatWalkerwastellingRumlowtogetoffourstreets” Peter
suddenly forgot how to talk again, his words coming out stuttered as his word vomit began.
Peter spoke fast but Steve heard every word and before a beat had passed a bullet was put through Walker’s thigh. An agonising cry filled the room as Walker grabbed his leg. Steve, quick to put his gun away, pulled John up by his collar, “Did you sell them to Rumlow?” Steve’s tone was harsh, his voice low as he waited for a response.
A forceful punch sent John’s face in the other direction as Steve waited for an answer, “Well?…Did you?”. Another violent punch met John’s face.
“H..he made an offer I couldn’t resist” John spat out, his eye already swelling shut while he spat some blood out of his mouth (along with a tooth… or three).
Rage consumed Steve as he pushed Walker to the floor. Within seconds his gun was back in hand and a bullet travelled between Walker’s eyes. Everyone in the room watched the whole ordeal in silence, no one daring to intervene or try to stop what Steve was doing. They all knew the second Peter spoke up that Walker was a traitor.
Steve put his gun on the desk, his hands moving to take off his holster and shirt that was decorated by John’s blood. He nodded towards Bucky and Sam who made quick work of getting rid of John and the rest of the men in the room.
“Parker”
Peter spun around so fast, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yes boss?” he squeaked before clearing his throat and standing up taller.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Could have saved me the hassle of losing 450K.” Steve began buttoning up a new shirt as he spoke, a brow raised at the brunette’s direction.
“I..” Peter looked down, “You trusted John to be..be in charge of the safe house. I was worried you wouldn’t believe me” he stuttered out.
“Kid..” Steve started, “if you ever see something that’s off, you gotta say.” Peter was shocked at Steve’s response. “You’ve got good instinct, a sixth sense. I need that. You’ve got the safe house. The men there will be under your orders and anyone who doesn’t do as you say will face the same fate Walker did… Trust yourself, if something is off, tell us. Do that and you’ll work your way up the ladder here pretty quickly.”.
Peter smiled before putting on a serious face when he saw the way Steve’s brows furrowed. “Yes boss,” Peter nodded before leaving the room.
Steve wasn’t just the leader of the biggest Mafia in New York, he was the CEO of his family’s business. His business savvy is what brought his Mafia family to the top and it was his own instincts that were going to keep them there.
Once the Walker situation had been disposed of, Steve and his two right hand men decided to head out for some lunch. Exiting the private estate in a private plate SUV the men travelled to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. They were seated at their usual table by the owner Mr Falcone, an older gentleman and ordered three neat whiskeys.
The three men had been coming here since they were young and had bonded with the owners, a married couple from Italy who opened the restaurant when they first travelled to America. The men began to converse discreetly before ordering their food with Mrs Falcone who graced them each with a loving kiss on the cheek and a hug when she greeted them.
“Ahh my favourite boys, where have you all been?” she kissed Steve’s cheek before moving to Sam, “it’s been too long since you’ve been here” she scolded and soon found her way to Bucky, “I’ve missed you” she pinched his cheeks.
They engaged in small talk before a group of women walked in. Mrs Falcone excused herself and made her way to the door to welcome them in. They were seated a few tables away from the men and some of the women blushed as they made eye contact with the handsome mafia men.
One of the women caught Steve’s eyes. She appeared to be the quietest of the group, not having said a word the whole time they had been in the restaurant. He thought she was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful.
He gazed at her, watching her eyes light up and a smile take over her face when one of her friends turned to tell her something. Her eyes were gentle and matched her facial features. She wasn’t his usual type, a bit plumper in some areas but that didn’t bother him one bit. He watched as she engaged in conversation with Mr and Mrs Falcone (the pair always tried to get to know their customers) her luscious lips capturing his attention.
“Steve” Bucky knocked his shoulder against Steve’s to draw him back to reality.
“What?” Steve hissed, frustratedly moving his gaze away from the woman at the other table.
“I said you’re drooling” Bucky let out a boyish laugh and ruffled Steve’s hair.
Steve had been best friends with Bucky and Sam since they were young and they had always had each other’s backs. Their parents were all involved in the same Mafia family so it was only right that the three men joined them when the time came.
While Steve was the one in charge, his best friends both played big roles within the business. Sam was in charge of the money side of things, making sure all the calculations were right before deals were made and Bucky, well Bucky was the muscles.
All three men (and the men and women within their organisation) were fit and ready for any form of fight - mental or physical but Bucky was a different breed. If Steve ever needed to intimidate someone then he would send Bucky. Even if Steve was in the same room, it was Bucky who threatened people with physical violence - the metal arm he had since his early twenties being the thing people feared most.
“Fuck off” Steve grinned as his gaze wandered over to the woman once more, watching as she excitedly opened some presents that her friends had put on the table. It was normal for the men to tease each other about women, it’s what they had always done.
“She is cute” Sam hummed in approval as he surveyed the group of women, “and so are her friends” he sent a wink towards one of the others at the table.
Bucky called over Mrs Falcone and asked his favourite lady what the presents were for.
“Oh, the one with the presents just graduated, a teacher” she said cheerily “isn’t it lovely to see young women achieving their dreams, look how happy she looks”. Mrs Falcone looked over at the table with a big smile as the women cheered their cocktails in celebration.
Steve nodded in approval “very lovely indeed”, his tone shifted as he looked over at the women again “give them a bottle of champagne from us, actually make it two. They’re a big group” he smiled up at her.
“Oh you boys” she ruffled their hair “such good boys” she clapped cheerily as she walked behind the bar and got the bottles along with 3 more whiskies for the men.
Once the bottles were taken over to the table the group of women looked over to the group of mobsters and giggled when the three men raised their glasses. The girl Sam winked at invited the boys over and who were they to say no to a table of gorgeous women.
Steve made sure to sit beside the teacher, a small smirk growing on his lips at the way she blushed.
“Congratulations, I’m Steve by the way”. He held out his hand to her and she gently shook it.
“Thank you, I’m Y/n” a small sweet smile graced her features before she got distracted by the commotion of the rest of the group introducing themselves.
summary: It’s late at night, and Steve is still gone. And when he returns, it might be the last time you’re together.
pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader
word count:809
warnings: angst, cursing, cheating (mentioned), implied smut, Steve is kind of an ass here
a/n: This is my first time posting my work! This was inspired by Billie Elish’s Ocean Eyes. Also note that English isn’t my first language, therefore I apologize for any mistakes.
It was quiet in the compound. The hallways silent, while you could see the never dying lights of New York through the windows. The skyline illuminated the night sky so much, one could say morning comes. But it was late at night. And the only thing you could hear in the Avengers headquarters were the soft steps of her naked feet on the cold tiles.
Waited too long. Too long.
Troubled she went to her room. Weighted down with weariness, but she had to wait. Wait. Wait for him. He was gone for hours. Not a shadow of him. And she was waiting for him. She knew where he was, though. Knew what he did. Knew what he hid.
Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark’s parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.
A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.
“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.
“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”
Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking.” Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha’s ass making her yelp.
“Y/N!”
“I saw the opportunity and took it.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.
“So you’re mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it’s alright? I demand equality!”
“Y/N hush.”
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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. “Excuse me.” She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn’t in the way but he wasn’t using the spot so Y/N wanted it.
“My apologies- Y/N?” Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.
“Hi, Steve.”
Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she’s seen him. Steve’s beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.
Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. “Y/N what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?” Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.
“Uh yeah, it’s alright with me. Y/N you look-”
“Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?” He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. “Oh Y/N I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for bout an hour now.” Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.
“Well, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.”
“No, he won’t, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong.”
To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn’t want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.
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“Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.’. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor’s lap probably making him hard.
"Steve are you okay? You’re staring mighty hard.” Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.
“I’m alright.”
Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.
“Woah calm down big guy, you’re going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.
"I’m not, I just…” Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. “I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn’t mine anymore and Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
“You don’t go with Emma right?” Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. “She’s obsessed with me and I don’t want her. I want and desire Y/N.”
Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. “Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It’s a really simple plan.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at him, “She doesn’t want anything to do with me Bucky.”
“You don’t know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn’t recall. "Now go get your girl back.”
Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.
Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude’s package. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.
“What? Steve what are you doing??”
“You’re leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.
"I think it’s pretty obvious that the woman doesn’t want to leave with you.” He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn’t even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, “Uhh excuse me sir, you don’t have anything to do with this so hush.”
“I was just trying to help you bitch.” He pushed Y/N which Steve didn’t tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.
Steve leaned down to him on the floor,“Disrespect my girl and I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye.” He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. “This why I don’t like you wearing this without me Y/N.”
“You just punched some guy and you’re worried about what I’m wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!” Y/N snatched away from him, angry.
“Embarrassed you? Y/N you’ve been showing your ass all night like I wasn’t there.” Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.
“Steve we aren’t together!!! I’m single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.
"You’re not single Y/N. You’re mine.” He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn’t going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.
“Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine.“I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N.” He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.
“Do you understand me?”
Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. “Y-Yes.”
Steve’s large hand smacks against her ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,Daddy.”
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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo
I don’t really like it but oh well.
I should’ve written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here’s your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.
Rated: MATURE! 18+ ONLY!! (UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL *MALE RECIEVEING*, ROUGH SEX, SPRINKLE OF CAPTAIN KINK, SPRINKLE OF FLUFF)
Fandom:Marvel/MCU
I found this giant list of smutty prompts and decided to use them to get more writings out and add some new characters! Enjoy!!
I heard Steve’s morning alarm ringing making me groan softly. He started to untangle himself from me to get up. I grabbed his arms pulling him back to me. He chuckled nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. He placed a soft kiss on my skin.
“It’s time for my run beautiful.” He whispered.
“No, skip it today it’s not like it’ll hurt that ridiculous body,” I mumbled as I pulled him closer.
He placed several soft kisses on my neck making me hum.
“I have other things I have to do too (Y/N).” He chuckled softly
I groaned then rolled over to face him. He wrapped his large arm around my waist pulling me completely against his chest. I was the one to pepper kisses on his skin this time. He groaned softly then pulled my head up so he could kiss my forehead.
“I really need to get up.” He said quietly.
I did not want to lay alone in this bed right now. I wanted to stay cuddled up to him. I just wanted him. I rolled him over onto his back as I straddled him. His large hands rested on top of my thighs as I leaned down to kiss him. He could never deny my kisses even if he wanted to and I knew that. I slowly trail my kiss down his lean, hard body until I reached the hem of his boxers. He groaned softly as my hand lightly palmed him through the thin material.
“What are you doing doll?” He asked with an amused smile.
I pulled his boxers down revealing his semi-hard erection. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. My hand wrapped around him then slowly started to stroke him.
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed,” I told him softly.
I didn’t give him a chance to protest. I licked from his hilt to the tip. I felt him harden instantly under my tongue. I wrapped my lips around him making him groan and buck his hips upwards. I bobbed my head taking him in deeper and deeper. I took in his full length letting it hit the back of my throat. I kept him there for a few seconds pulling out a low growl from him. Just the sounds he made were enough to get me going. I loved that I was the only that got to see Steve like this. Tousled hair, ragged breathing, and eyes dark with lust.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair pulling me away from his dick. He pulled me back up his body crashing his lips to mine as soon as he could reach them. I rubbed my lace-covered center against his now full erection. He groaned into my mouth.
“You gonna ride me doll or just tease me?” He asked breathlessly.
I smiled against his lips then moved my panties to the side. I grabbed hold of him then swiped his tip through my folds a few times to let him feel how wet I was. He moaned softly as his head fell back against the pillows. I lined him up with my entrance then sank down taking in his full length in one motion.
“Fuck” he breathed out as his large hands grabbed my wrists.
I started to roll my hips in a slow motion loving how he filled me. His grip tightened on my hips. I moaned as he forced my hips to move against him faster. I leaned forward hovering over him letting him guide my hips at the pace he wanted. I kissed and nipped at his chiseled jaw with my teeth.
I yelped in surprise when I landed on my back. Steve looming over me as he slammed himself back in. I cried out my back arching off the bed. He draped my legs over his arms as he grabbed my hips pulling me closer to him. His pace was rough and hard with loud slaps of skin against skin. He had me angled perfectly hitting that spot to make me a moaning babbling mess beneath him. My hands found his chest slowly dragging my nails down his skin. He groaned slamming into me even harder.
“Fuck Captain” I moan.
A shiver went through me at the sound he made. It was like a groan mixed with a growl. I had never heard him make such a noise. It had me clenching tight around him. He pushed my legs back so my thighs were against my stomach. He leaned over me locking his eyes with mine as he kept up his brutal pace. The new angle had him going deeper. I was breathless unable to do anything but moan and whimper. I could feel myself ready to burst. My walls clamping down around Steve. Steve let at a guttural groan as his hips stuttered obviously feeling it too.
“Please Captain” I whimpered wrapping my hands around his arms.
He leaned forward more capturing my lips with his. One of his hands came to my clit rubbing quick harsh circles. It only took a few seconds to push me over the edge. I cried out holding onto him like he was my lifeline as I moaned his name. His hips stuttered again but his thrust kept the same harsh force. He grunted my name as his hips rolled to a stuttering stop. We both panted trying to catch our breath. He pulled out then fell beside me on the bed with a huff.
I rolled over resting my head on his chest as I continued to try to catch my breath. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he pulled me even closer.
“You keep that up and I won’t be running anymore for my morning workout.” He teased softly.
I chuckled lightly slapping his chest.
“That could be arranged you know,” I told him in amusement.
He only laughed then placed several quick kisses around my face.
Summary: In which the reader learns how much of a director Peggy is when she invites Bucky into your bed. Part of the Dites “Je'Taime” En Multiple Series
Pairing: AU Steve Rogers x Reader x Peggy Carter x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Polyamorous, Married Doms Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter, Sub Reader, SOFT DOM, Threesome M/F/M, Smut, Swingers, Praise Kink, Orgasms, Double-Penetration, Oral Sex, Female Masturbation
Word Count: 3k+
Notes: You do not have to read this series in any particular orderYou can choose not to read an instalment. it’s basically just porn. Thank you to @caffiend-queen who is the beta of my world. Honestly, without her honesty and hand holding I’d be more of a chaotic mess than I am!
They’ve been sharing knowing glances all evening. It started over the fire pit as everyone tucked into pre-dinner s’mores, wrapped in warm woollen blankets to keep the chilly night air at bay. Throughout the evening, you had caught mere glimpses of shared smirks between the trio. You’d only noticed by chance, seeking out your blonde lover for some warmth and comfort. In the warm light of the lake house kitchen, he and Bucky had been deep in conversation as Peggy watched them closely from her spot on the sofa.
You should have known they were up to something.
But then, what else would you expect on a vacation with your lovers and your swinger friends.
It all became crystal clear when Peggy pulled you into a salaciously heady kiss as you rinsed your cup in the kitchen sink, her fingers carding through your hair as she ground her thigh against your crotch. Ordinarily, the kiss wouldn’t have alluded to anything other than a steamy night wedged between your lovers. No, it was the heated grey gaze from across the room, strawberry lips licked as the brunette bombshell encouraged you to look his way that gave it away.
“Bucky wants to play, my love. Do you want him to join us tonight?”
And that is how you find yourself sandwiched between the two hot and very muscular bodies of your lover and his best friend. Bucky is no timid mouse; not in the least bit shy turning you into a steaming puddle of hot lava in front of the loves of your life as he dominates the kiss. Chest to chest, his hands grip your neck tenderly as you latch onto his voluminous locks. Behind you, Steve licks a tactile path along your spine, his thick hands cupping your ass.
Bucky chuckles menacingly as you gasp into the heated kiss and Steve takes great delight in your response as he drags his long, hard cock through your folds.
Across the room, Peggy smirks as she watches the scene play out before her, exactly how she wanted. With her fingers buried deep in her pussy and pinching her nipples with her other hand, she watches intently as you kneel on the bed, caught between the two men.
Yes, she’s had this fantasy many a time, watching you shyly navigate your way through the complex dynamics of this strange and wonderful friendship group. In particular, the chemistry you have with Steve, your lover, and his best friend Bucky when you are together. The faint tug of your lips in your teeth as the brunette teases you in tandem with your blonde partner at parties. The submissive way you bite back a snarky retort as Bucky not so subtly flirts with you, his hand lingering on the curve of your back.
Not only does Peggy want this but you’ve also voiced your yearning for this prurient moment.
Breaking the sexual ice at the group’s sex parties hasn’t come easy. It took months for you to work up the courage to even allow your own lovers to make you come undone in front of your friends, let alone have another man or woman touch you. However, in the sanctuary of the married couple’s Brooklyn townhouse, now your home, you were not so sheepish in confessing your fantasies involving their friends, much to the delight of your dearest.
Tonight isn’t your first time exploring your sexual desires with a member of the tight-knit group, outside of your taboo relationship with the long-time married couple. For months you have explored many kinks and scenes you had thought were nothing but a filthy, debauched dream.
Rope-play with the deliciously dominant Sam Wilson that resulted in the most jaw-dropping orgasm of your entire life. Multiple occasions playing voyeur to Steve or Peggy dominating a variety of friends. Being eaten out by Nat on the kitchen counter as a particularly raucous birthday party carried on around you.
This is not entirely what you had envisioned your life being. Failed relationships and many a broken heart, it had never crossed your mind that it was even possible to fall in love with not one but two outstanding, kind, and transformative humans. And then the added bonus of fun, casual sex with friends? They didn’t even discuss this in Cosmo!
However, tonight is your first night to experience the well-spoken magic that is Bucky Barnes. And despite Peggy clearly holding the reins of this particular ride, he has thus far not disappointed. You haven’t even felt his fingers deep inside you yet but you’re already well and truly under his magic sex spell.
“How are you feeling my love?” Peggy purrs, drawing your attention over to her.
Legs spread wide, one foot planted on the chair she sits on (thank you Pilates), she slowly fucks herself with her fingers. Her arousal is evident as her fingers glisten in the warm light of the room. She can only chuckle as you hum a response, your attention wavering between her and the uncompromising dance of fingers and tongue on your frazzled skin.
“Please… Peg… Mistress… Please… I need…” You’re a hot, quivery mess, drowning on the precipice of that fuzzy, safe sub terrain you’ve been gently guided to over the course of… well, you’re not entirely sure. It feels like an age since your clothes were tenderly removed with unapologetically starved kisses.
“Oh sweetheart, I know. I suppose we should put you out of your misery but I do so enjoy watching you on the brink,” the brunette goddess teases. “You have been such a good girl for your Sir and Bucky. I could let Bucky put his tongue in your pussy but…” Your destitute whimper is met with a chorus of chuckles. “Well, you have been on your best behaviour. Spread your legs sweetheart. Buck, be a dear and get on your back and eat the poor girl out.”
Before you can say, well shit, he complies and has situated himself underneath you, his tongue teases your folds nearly causing you to topple over. Thankfully, Steve is quick to press his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your chest to hold you steady. He’s an anchor to the chaos that is your new normal, always there to catch you as you fall or collapse in an emotionally charged heap.
The tongue exploring your folds is warm and expert in its effort - extreme precision taken in just stopping short of that sweet bundle of nerves starved for attention. The bastard isn’t going to make this easy on you.
You must be whimpering, your attention torn from the very talented lapping as Steve gently hushes you, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours, tilting your head back. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he purrs against your mouth, “just focus on breathing.”
It’s all one big, overwhelming whirlpool of emotions and really fucking good caressing as Steve cups your breasts, teasing your nipples and Bucky fucks you with his tongue. You don’t think you’ll ever entirely get used to sleeping with people outside of your relationship. Over time you’ve learnt to quiet the little judgmental voice in your head by losing yourself in the heat of their touch, your saviours, Peggy and Steve. The voice is a little more difficult to hush with each new individual invited to your bed, but your lovers know your cues better than yourself and are always so quick to bring you back into focus.
“Look at Peggy, love,” Steve whispers against the curve of your ear, guiding you back to the moment and away from the dark thoughts. You obey, locking eyes with the gorgeous brunette, her skin glowing in the light as she edges herself.
“Does that feel nice, sweetheart?” Peggy says, her voice ragged as she comes down from the near high. “Do you like the feel of Bucky’s tongue buried deep in your pretty pussy?”
A breathy, whimpery ‘yes mistress’ escapes your mouth without so much as a care, your fingers gripping tightly onto the thick forearms encircling your chest.
“Do you think you can focus long enough to take your Sir’s cock in your mouth or do you need help, my sweet?” The glinting in your lover’s brown eyes is pure evil; she’s not even subtle in her delight over your frazzled state. She chuckles as she watches you flummox, unable to summon the words to beg. “Get her on all fours, gentlemen. Buck, fuck her mouth gently and Steve, make sure our girl is ready for a good shagging, I think she’s earnt it this week.”
And what a week it has been. A last minute invitation to vacation in the Catskills had turned into a week-long fuck and love-making fest. Between being utterly ravaged against a balsam fir during a hike by Carol as everyone carried on ahead without you, to then being fucked by both Steve and Carol under the waterfall on the first day alone, your body was exhausted from the physical holiday. That morning alone, Peggy had made you miss brunch by slowly taking you apart at the seams between the sheets.
Needless to say, you have been a good girl. Willing and open to trying whatever was thrown at you. You deserve this.
Situated on all fours as directed, Bucky kisses you languidly as Steve positions himself behind you, the blonde’s tongue quick to get to work on the soaked juncture of your spread thighs. You moan against the soft, hot tongue exploring yours, his fingers gently cupping your jaw. It’s comforting to feel the heat of his skin on yours, your overstimulated brain struggling to focus as Steve nips at your clit with his teeth.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” the brunette sighs against your lips and you can’t help but exhale a held breath happily. “Rest your forearms on my thighs and let me do the work.”
You obey; allowing your arms to relax against the thick muscle of his athletic upper legs, his feet settle under his rock-hard ass. He smells clean like fresh linen, a delicious contrast to Steve’s earthy, woody scent that you’ve grown to crave.
Lifting his thighs slightly, Bucky places his hands on yours in a silent directive to keep your position. Once he’s satisfied you are comfortable, he takes his thick member into his hand and guides it past your parted lips. His movements are slow and methodical, his eyes monitoring you closely as he rocks his hips back and forward.
The position is awkward, yes, but there is something disarmingly comforting in being sandwiched once again between the two unfairly sexy men, your back arched and completely at their mercy. They work in tandem, pulling your attention to and fro - between the deliberate dragging of flesh against your walls and mouth, and the beautiful sight of Peggy fucking herself with a thick dildo.
They keep you teetering on the ledge of that soft, pliable sub-space you’ve been desperate to descend into. The trio takes turns in drawing you away from the plummet with soft, dominant tones, hell-bent on keeping you in the present.
By the time Steve has coaxed three fingers into your very needy pussy, Peggy has come twice, squirting all over what is probably a very expensive alpaca rug and vintage leather chair. Your skin is over-heated from the consistent push and pull from the brink of orgasm and emptiness. You know better than to come without permission, and with a mouth full of very thick cock, you’re in no position to beg.
“You look so scrumptious like that, my love,” Peggy purrs, encouraging the wet toy deeper into her pussy. “I love seeing you stuffed silly with cock and fingers, fighting the urge to come. I think it’s time Bucky showed you how talented he is with that delicious cock of his.”
Your brain fizzles and floats as the brunette slowly draws his thick member from your heated mouth, kissing you soundly as Steve scissors your needy cunt. Barely cognizant, you’re gently urged to lay on your back, your head resting on a mountain of artisanal pillows. Lost in the haze of your overwrought senses, it’s hard to tell which handsome man is kissing you as hands trail over your highly sensitive skin.
You’re only semi-aware as Bucky positions himself over you, caging you into the stupidly soft sheets, his thick cock teasing the juncture of your thighs. Beside you, Steve cups your cheek and places soft, soothing kisses to your cheeks as the thick cock drags along your walls, sucking the air from your chest.
The sing-song of praise in your ear threatens to throw you into the subby abyss, but you’re pulled back into the here and now by the pillowy lips against yours, Bucky pressing his tongue into your mouth. A cacophony of “fucks” and “pleases” fall from your lips at warp speed as he skillfully juts against the clandestine jewel deep within you.
“See, I told you it didn’t take much to get her singing,” Peggy slyly remarks from the corner of the room, the toy making the most obscene noises as it was thrust in and out of her sopping cunt. “How about you make her sing loud for us all. I want to hear our baby come.”
You can’t control the wail that escapes as the brunette suddenly shifts, still buried deep inside you as he kneels, tucking his calves under his ass and holding your hips up. The angle is sinful. With Bucky’s cock pushing down into you, Steve grasps your flailing arms as the pointed tip grazes purposefully against your g-spot now. Holding your wrists above your head in one hand, the blonde lays beside you, grasping your chin as Bucky holds still.
“Do you need to stop?” You shake your head, barely able to make eye contact with Steve. You’re so close, so desperate, so… “Use your words, my love.”
“Please may I come?” Your voice is so raspy, so gone it hurts to even utter the words. Your chest is seized as you hover on the precipice of what you know is going to be a mind blowing orgasm.
“Such a good pet,” Peggy purrs. “Make our girl see stars, Bucky.”
And you do. Your whole body quivers and shakes as he fucks you, his hands tightly gripping your thighs. Steve keeps you in place, your orgasm ripping through the seams holding you together.
White noise fills the room as your moving lips are met by plump ones, Steve consoling you as Bucky fucks you through your high. You gasp for air as you come back to reality, the blonde watching you closely, monitoring your every move. Both he and Peggy need you to be aware to continue and not float in that sub-cloud. They couldn’t bear to live with themselves if something happened…
“Fuck please.”
It’s all Bucky needs to continue, slowly rocking his hips as Steve encourages you to sit up, his chest firmly against your back as he places his legs either side of you.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Peggy praises you lovingly and softly, the toy seated deep in her pussy as she toys with her clit. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”
You come alive under her adulation, suddenly gripping onto Steve’s biceps as he teases your sensitive clit with his fingers without warning. The flurry of obscenities that rush from your lips makes the trio chuckle, your walls instinctively clamping around the thick cock buried deep inside you.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Peggy hums, her eyes fixated on the slick cock driving through your folds, “show Bucky how much you appreciate him fucking you.”
It’s like she switched the lights on and the room has gone from pitch black to the brightest light. The orgasm takes you by surprise, Steve having to once again wrap his arms around you to hold you in place as you come with such intensity you swear to god you nearly lose consciousness. You’re pulled in tight between the two scorching bodies, both whispering sweet praises as you clamp tightly onto the thick cock and quake.
Neither moves as your mind buzzes in the high, your fingers nearly breaking Steve’s skin as you hold on for dear life.
You become more self-aware as you feel a thumb softly wipe a stray tear from your cheek and you’re met with the passionate grey gaze of the man before you.
“Welcome back, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckles, the crinkles of his eyes warming you instantly. “You are incredible.” His kiss is tender as he caresses your cheek, still buried deep inside you. “Are you ready for more or should we stop?”
Your kiss takes him by surprise as you lean forward and cup his face. “Please don’t stop.”
The warm, fuzzy smile on his face turns lewd, and suddenly his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you are pulled up onto his lap, his cock jutting against your g-spot.
Behind you, Steve chuckles and you can just make out the sound of his hand wrapped around his slick cock as he kneels.
“Are you ready to take both, my love?” You turn your attention to the seductive voice to see Peggy rising up and down a thicker dildo, sitting rigid on the seat beneath her. “I know you’ve been dying to be stuffed full this holiday.”
A shuddery breath cascades from your lips, quickly met with plump cherry lips as you feel the head of Steve’s cock tease your puckered hole. Yes, fuck yes you have. Ever since that night you had watched both Steve and Bucky take poor Darcy apart on the pool table you had not been able to get the beautiful sight out of your mind. Her beautiful pussy clenching their cocks, she had come five times before they finally put her out of her misery and filled her up with their come.
You beg and plead for Steve to enter you, still pleasantly stretched from your lunchtime tryst in the jacuzzi with your blonde and brunette lovers. Glancing at tonight’s director, Peggy offers the thick blonde a smirk, the only permission he needed.
With care, he slowly enters you, his cock brushing alongside Bucky’s as you wail in delight, both men singing your praises as you stretch to accommodate the thick girth. This is fucking heaven on earth, their heat calming your languishing nerves as the slight sting recedes. Pillowy lips paint your skin before thick hands encourage you to move.
This is the first time you have been with two men at once and by god you want this to happen again. And again.
The room is alive with the sound of your thoroughly wet pussy gliding over the two cocks, Peggy raucously fucking her toy and directing your every move, mixed with a symphony of debauched cries and whimpers. Gripping onto Bucky’s voluminous locks, you ride both men, sharing heated kisses with each. They shower you with praise and feverish touches, taking turns to caress and tease your breasts.
Steve is the first to come, his hands gripping you down onto his pulsating cock as he fills you, his lips claiming yours. For a moment, everything is still. You enjoy the full sensation of both cocks deep inside you and the faint trickle of come as both men watch you closely. The calm is short-lived, for as soon as Steve has pulled out, Peggy has encouraged Bucky to fuck you hard and you find yourself once again on your back and being railed vigorously.
The brunette goddess, who has now come for the seventh and final time, orders you to sit up and watch Bucky fill you up. You come hard, the light blinding as the brunette hits all the right spots, his hands bracing your hips tightly. You feel him come, warm and heavy inside you, as his breath stutters but his cock never lets up. Fucking you through your orgasms, his lips furiously claim yours, swallowing your wanton cries.
It takes some time to return back to the now, your mind fuzzy and satiated as both men lower you to the bed and draw you into their embrace. Peggy saunters over to the bed, situating herself over your well-fucked body, gifting each man a hungry kiss before pressing heady ones to your lips.
When you do come to, Peggy’s head is resting on your stomach, Steve languidly playing with her hair as Bucky caresses your cheek. It’s just so serene and perfect.
Your voice breaks the comfortable silence. “So when are we doing that again and can you join in this time, Peg?”
