Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
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When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
A/N:So the other day, this amazing video made the rounds on Tumblr. Since everyone was going ‘Who’s writing a fic?!’, I wrote a fic It’s short, silly and completely self indulgent, and I hope you enjoy
(you may be asking yourselves, minnie, are you ever going to write anything other than Steve and Bucky getting it on in front of the other Avengers ever again? and my reply would be: probably not because I just love it too goddamn much. sorry)
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Another day, another successful mission.
Bucky couldn’t say what day it is exactly, or even what time, but it’s dark outside and they’re somewhere in Texas. At least, he thinks it’s Texas. Could be Arkansas, now that he thinks about it, not that it matters. What matters is that they stopped another megalomaniac, averted another catastrophe, and none of them are seriously hurt. Everyone is in need of a drink, though.
By some unspoken agreement, they find the closest dive bar that looks mostly empty. The dimly lit place they end up in smells like stale beer and sweat and a few other things Bucky chooses not to examine too closely, but then again, he probably doesn’t smell much better right now. Avengers or not, in their current state they’d most likely be turned away anywhere else. The few other patrons in this particular bar seem too intoxicated to care, or even to recognize them, or maybe it’s that famous Southern hospitality. Whatever it is, it suits Bucky fine. He’s doing much better these days, but he’s still not overly fond of getting mobbed.
Leaning back against the bar while Steve orders them a drink, Bucky looks around, subconsciously scanning the place for danger and finding none, except maybe for a few suspicious stains on the pool table.
Bucky accepts the drink Steve hands him with a grateful smile, taking a long pull of the cold beer as he watches Steve joke around with Bruce and Sam. He’d never admit it out loud, least of all to Sam himself, but secretly, Bucky is glad to have Sam on the team. Not only is he the only one among them with a lick of common sense, he’s also a true friend to Steve. Sam had been a friend to Steve when Bucky was unable to be one himself, and for that, Bucky will always be grateful.
A commotion to his right shakes Bucky out of his reverie, making him tear his eyes away from Steve to find Tony looking what can only be described as alarmingly excited. He’s all but wringing his hands, his gleaming eyes fixed on the mechanical bull in the center of the room, which Bucky had spotted when they entered the bar and forgotten about just as quickly.
“Well, well, well,” Tony drawls, “what have we here? Is that a mechanical bull I spy? My, oh my. You ever seen one of those before, Capsicle?”
Steve turns, following Tony’s gaze. He frowns. “Can’t say that I have.”
Bucky is briefly surprised, before he remembers those things didn’t exist back in their day, and Steve has never been one for bar hopping, whether in the previous century or this one. Why Bucky himself is familiar with the contraption, he can’t say, but then it’s like that with a lot of things these days. Fortunately, the fact that he can’t connect a specific memory to the information his brain provides him with doesn’t unsettle him nearly as much as it used to.
Bucky watches with low-key amusement as Tony starts goading Steve, daring him to get up on the bull – no doubt because he’s already mentally planning a line of T-shirts with Steve’s photo and a slogan that would probably say something classy like ‘Save a horse, ride a Captain’.
Now there’s a thought, Bucky thinks – and out of the blue, his brain supplies him with a devious little plan of its own.
“Fine,” Steve is saying, squaring his shoulders. He turns to Clint. “hold my beer.”
But before Steve can go anywhere, Bucky steps forward, putting a hand on Steve’s arm to stop him. “I don’t know about this, Steve,” he says, making his brow pull together in faux-concern. “What if you get hurt?”
“Oh, come on,” Tony protests immediately. “He’s Captain America, for Christ’s sake. He’s punched a thousand Nazis, probably killed dinosaurs with his bare hands. I think he can handle a measly mechanical bull, don’t you?”
Steve gives Bucky’s hand a brief squeeze. “I’ll be fine, Buck.”
Bucky resists the urge to roll his eyes. He may be one of the most brilliant tactical minds of his generation, but sometimes Steve is still surprisingly slow on the uptake.
Natasha’s catches Bucky’s eye over Steve’s shoulder, the hint of a smirk on her lips telling him she’s onto him. It doesn’t surprise him in the slightest. Of course Natasha knows he and Steve are together, because Natasha knows everything. The same can’t be said for rest of the team, however, with the possible exception of Sam. It’s not that Steve and Bucky are keeping their relationship a secret, per se, it’s just that neither of them is big on talking about their feelings to anyone but each other. And because of the time Steve and Bucky grew up in and the years they spent in the army actively hiding their relationship, they’re used to acting like best friends in public, and nothing more. They’ve discussed it, though, considered laying it all out in the open, so Bucky knows Steve isn’t opposed to the rest of the team knowing.
“I agree with Barnes,” Natasha announces, causing Tony to throw her a surprised look. “I think he should accompany Steve. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather not have to explain to Fury why Cap ended up in the ER on our watch.” She shoots Steve a barely perceptible wink, Steve’s eyes widening infinitesimally as he catches on.
“Yes,” Bucky nods gravely, “I, too, think it would be best if I joined him. Come on, Rogers.”
With a hand at the small of Steve’s back, Bucky leads him towards the bull in the center of the room. He effortlessly hoists himself into the saddle, holding out a hand to Steve, who raises an eyebrow at him but doesn’t otherwise question it. Grabbing Bucky’s hand, Steve lets himself be pulled up onto the bull as well, humming appreciatively as Bucky immediately molds himself to his back and hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder. They’re already plastered together from hip to shoulder, and yet Bucky shuffles forward a little further, just to make sure he’s eliminated any room for Jesus. Jesus can go find some other hot guy on a mechanical bull; this one’s his.
“Barnes!” Natasha calls from across the room.
When Bucky turns to look at her, it’s just in time to catch the cowboy hat she throws his way. Lord knows where she got it, but Bucky doesn’t particularly care. He grins, placing the hat on his head and tipping it in Nat’s direction.
“Ready?” Tony asks gleefully, and before either of them can reply, the bull hums to life underneath them.
As it starts to move, Bucky let’s his lips brush the shell of Steve’s ear as he murmurs, “Just follow my lead.”
Steve gives a small nod.
It starts off slow, just rocking back and forth, not at all in time with the awful country music that’s blaring from the speakers. For something to do with their hands, Steve hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his suit, while Bucky puts his hands on Steve’s slim hips, just resting them there. He lets himself be led by the lazy, undulating rhythm of the bull, deliberately pressing closer against Steve with every roll of his hips.
Somewhere near the bar, someone whistles. Bucky suppresses a smirk. You ain’t seen nothing yet, he thinks, with no small amount of satisfaction.
When the bull speeds up a notch, Bucky reaches up to grab the rope that’s hanging over their heads. He pulls himself up, twisting himself almost sensually before landing back in the saddle, but this time facing Steve.
“Hey there, handsome,” he winks, delighted to see Steve’s cheeks go a little pink. “What’s a guy like you doin’ in a dive like this?”
“Just along for the ride, apparently,” Steve smiles, looking up at Bucky through his lashes.
Andgoddamn – Bucky knows Steve better than he knows himself, quite literally. He’s seen him in every possible state, had him in every possible way, but that coy little look that Steve is giving him through those obscenely long lashes still manages to set Bucky’s pulse racing like nothing else.
Something of which Steve is very well aware, judging by the hint of a smirk he’s got tucked away in the corner of that sinful mouth.
There’s no official rule that says they can’t hold on to the bull as far as Bucky knows, nor is there any danger of this thing throwing them off, but Bucky still grabs Steve’s waist as if to steady himself, fingers digging into flesh. His metal hand is gripping hard enough to leave bruises, but Bucky knows Steve likes it that way. Sure enough, Steve makes an appreciative sound, locking eyes with Bucky and not looking away as they keep rocking back and forth.
They’re so close that Bucky can smell Steve every time the rhythm makes him lean into him; fresh sweat and sunshine and that awful three-in-one shampoo that Bucky can’t help but have a Pavlovian response to these days. He feels the heat radiating off of Steve even through their clothes, and despite their surroundings and the fact that they’re being watched by god knows how many people, Bucky can feel himself start to harden in his tac pants. Although, if he’s being honest with himself, the fact that they’re being watched might actually be helping in this case.
Alright, so Bucky’s a little excited to finally get to show Steve off, to show the world that this beautiful man in his lap is all his, and always has been. After everything they’ve been through, Bucky thinks he deserves that much.
Smoothing his hands up Steve’s ribs, Bucky gives his arms a nudge, indicating that he wants Steve to lift them and put them around Bucky’s neck. Steve obliges instantly, which causes more wolf whistling from the sidelines. Probably Nat. Maybe Sam. Bucky spares a fleeting thought for the look that must be on Tony’s face right now, but however satisfying it would no doubt be to see it, watching the way Steve’s eyes darken as they move together to the suggestive sway of the bull is infinitely more enthralling.
Bucky wraps his own arms, metal and flesh, around Steve’s torso and pulls him closer, drawing their bodies flush together. It’s a shame they’re both wearing Kevlar; Bucky knows how much better it feels when it’s skin to skin, but alas, this will have to do for now. Moving his hands to the front of Steve’s torso, he slides them up his chest, feeling the swell of Steve’s pecs beneath the course material. He can’t help getting a little squeeze in, just the once, but it’s enough to make Steve’s breath hitch.
God, Bucky loves that sound. For as long as he can remember, Steve’s always loved getting his chest played with. It was true even when he was a just a bony slip of a thing with no chest to speak of, and ever since he went and got himself a rack that put even the chorus girls back in the war to shame, it’s just gotten worse. It gets him real hot, real fast, and as Bucky found out very quickly, anything that gets Steve hot gets Bucky hot, too. Bucky has spent literal hours worshipping Steve’s chest, kneading the firm muscle, sucking on the flesh to leave marks and scraping his teeth over those pretty pink nipples until they’re swollen and raw. Judging by the look in Steve’s eyes right now, he’s recalling the same memories.
Smirking, Bucky puts his left hand on Steve’s chest and pushes, just lightly. Steve takes the hint, leaning backwards until he’s lying flat on his back with his arms loosely at his sides, holding on by the sheer strength of his thighs and abs alone. Raising himself up, Bucky splays his hands on Steve’s chest and hovers over him. Like this, his crotch is positioned directly above Steve’s, and as he moves with the undulating movements of the bull, Bucky’s rolls his hips against Steve’s – riding him. It’s a filthy move, chock-full of innuendo and dripping with suggestion. There’s no way anyone could mistake this for anything innocent anymore, at this point, especially because Bucky can feel that below him, Steve is hard. Since Steve is not exactly small, he’s pretty sure everyone else is getting an eyeful, too. It makes Bucky want to growl, makes him feel equal parts possessive and smug.
As they keep rocking and rolling, Steve looks up at him with a heavy-lidded, dark eyes, greedily taking in Bucky’s body above him. Bucky feels it like a physical a caress, the way Steve’s appreciative gaze brushes his shoulders and chest, his waist and thighs, shivering at the weight of it when it finally lands on the bulge in his pants and lingers there.
Steve, for his part – arms above his head, back arched and tits sticking out – looks like an angel, fallen straight from heaven.
Jesus, Bucky marvels, for what’s probably the thousandth time since he remembered who they were to each other, before everything. How did I get so lucky?
Grabbing the collar of Steve’s shirt, Bucky yanks him upright so that their chests are pressed together, their faces so close that they have to go a little cross-eyed to continue looking at each other.
“Christ, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, gaze dropping to Steve’s mouth. He lifts his hand, touching questioning fingertips to Steve’s plump lips. “The things you do to me, I swear.”
“Me? What’d I do?” Steve asks innocently, blinking his pretty, blue eyes at him, right before he sucks Bucky’s fingers into his mouth.
All of Bucky’s blood rushes south in a split-second, and he curses, blowing out a harsh breath as he tries to compose himself. He has to regain some control of the situation here, or this could get embarrassing fast.
Holding on to Steve’s waist with his right hand, Bucky reaches up with his left to grab the cowboy hat off his own head, before placing it firmly on Steve’s. When he leans back to assess the effect, he’s unsurprised to find that Steve looks positively edible. He always looks good, of course – but here, like this, with his flushed cheeks and eyes that shine with the sort of exhilaration that only comes from doing something just a little bit reckless, Steve is just about the most stunning creature Bucky’s ever laid eyes on.
“Suits ya,” Bucky says gruffly, a little breathless with it.
Leaning forward, into Bucky’s space, Steve murmurs, “Howdy, partner.”
It’s objectively a terrible line, but Bucky has learned a long ago that there’s nothing Steve can do that will turn him off.
There’s a moment of charged anticipation, just a beat of terrible country music, a heavy thump of Bucky’s lovesick heart, and then Steve’s lips are on his, warm and soft and like a revelation, even after all this time.
Steve makes a small sound, almost a moan, which Bucky rewards him for by licking into his mouth. Steve moans for real at that, giving back as good as he gets. One hand fists in Bucky’s hair while the other one paws at his waist, trying to pull him impossible closer. They kiss, open-mouthed and hot and far too uninhibited for a public location like this one. But then again, Bucky thinks they may have crossed that line a while ago. Probably when they started dry humping each other.
Still, before things can get truly out of hand, Bucky makes himself pull back. “How about we get out of here, huh?” he breathes against Steve’s slick lips. “I ain’t done with you yet, but those guys over there have probably seen enough.”
Once the words filter through Steve’s lust-filled daze, his eyes flick over towards the bar for a second. Briefly, Bucky wonders if Steve regrets letting go like this in front of the others. After all, most of the team, most of the world, has only ever known Steve as the good Captain; noble and righteous and stoic, not to mention straight as an arrow. This little show they just put on is a far cry from that.
But when Steve’s eyes turn back to Bucky’s, they’re dancing with mischief. The sight takes Bucky’s breath away, transporting him back to a time long ago, to the afternoon when Steve grabbed his hand and dragged him under the boardwalk at Coney Island in broad daylight.
“Don’t care,” Steve tells him. “Let them look.”
Bucky groans, pressing his forehead to Steve’s. He kisses him again, deep and hungry, before muttering, “You say that now, but we both know you’re gonna regret it once you stop being horny. ‘Sides, we’re in a bar, remember? Pretty sure public indecency is still illegal.”
“Never stopped us before.”
Bucky snorts, shaking his head fondly. “Punk. Alright, how about a compromise? Wanna go find some dingy alley to defile, just like old times?”
“Boy, you’re a real sweet talker, aren’t you, Buck?”
“Shut up.” Bucky drops a hand to Steve’s crotch, giving him a quick squeeze. “Don’t pretend it’s not working, sweetheart.”
Steve sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh, it’s working alright.”
Bucky grins, then braces himself on Steve’s thighs and gracefully hops off of the bull. It’s full-on bucking by this point, though Bucky had been too preoccupied to notice. Steve follows soon after, steadying himself by grabbing Bucky’s metal hand as they make their way towards the others, heading for the exit.
“Thanks for the show, boys,” Natasha remarks as they pass by. Lightning fast, she plucks the hat off Steve’s head and deposits it on Clint’s.
Sam hums thoughtfully. “Not to encourage this sort of deprived behavior, but you all should seriously consider a career change. You’d make so much money if you turned to stripping, I’m telling you.”
There’s a whimpering sound from somewhere near the bar, and when Bucky glances over, it’s to see Tony thump his forehead against the countertop repeatedly. Bruce, who’s standing next to him, is patting his back, murmuring soothing words.
Bucky almost feels guilty. Almost.
“Eh, he’ll be fine,” Natasha says, flicking her wrist. “I mean, you made him question everything he ever thought he knew, but he did ask for it, so.” Shoving Bucky’s shoulder, she adds, “Now get out of here, before you poke someone’s eye out.”
Despite his earlier bravado, Steve starts spluttering, so Bucky swoops in and saves him by putting an arm around his waist, leading him towards the exit.
Over his shoulder, Bucky calls, “Enjoy your night, guys. We sure as hell will.”
“Fuck you,” Tony replies empathically, his voice breaking on the second syllable.
“Language,” Steve tuts, and just for that, Bucky has to kiss him again.
- “Whatever your past is, it doesn’t matter to me because I see the man behind it all. From the time I spent with you, I know how kind you are. How protective you can be. I’m not turning my back on you like everyone else. So, if you want me out of your life, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”
-“Marrying you was the best decision I ever made, you know? I don’t regret a damn thing.”
-“Neither do I. Look, I—I know I fall behind sometimes, trying to prove myself to you. But it feels worth it when I see you smile. Of all the wrongs in my life, you’re the one thing that’s right.”
-“Steve, you’re good enough for me. More than good. You always have been.”
“I’m overdue for a kiss.” Bucky slipped a hand around Steve’s waist. “It’s been so long.”
“I would’ve obliged if you hadn’t embarrassed me with your pranks last week.“
“I was playing around. Okay, alright, I apologize. Now would you just kiss me?”
Steve cocked his head, and without another word, he granted his wish. And damn, did he grant it well. Holding Bucky’s head in place, he mashed their lips together. He coaxed his mouth open with his tongue, licking the inside of his cheek.Then he suddenly pulled away, breathing heavily.
“That’s all you’re getting now, baby.”
“Wait, what?” Bucky said. “No, no, no. You’re not leaving me hanging. Come on, just five minutes. I can make it quick.”
Hide Your Lies - Mafia!Bucky, Mafia!Steve x Reader One Shot (Smut)
Summary:Steve and Bucky run the mafia of the town, being with them gets anyone, anything they want. You catch their eye, and they want you. However, the three of you are hiding behind lies, waiting to be told.
Pairing:soft dark mafia!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader, soft dark mafia!Steve Rogers x Plus SIze!Reader, Stucky x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI, Mafia dynamics, shameless smut, werewolves, werewolf dynamics, dub con, angst, hurt/comfort, double penetration (not anal), p with plot, slight dumbification kink, authority kink, dom-sub dynamics, soft doms, aftercare, threesomes, bucky and his knife, edging, fingering, thigh riding, canon level violence, kidnapping of the reader, feral bucky and steve, marking kink, breeding kink, lovebites, badass reader, graphic descriptions of violence (none to to the reader), hair-pulling, hand kink, nipple play, possessive behaviour, some fat shaming comments are said to the reader by secondary characters, praise kink, food used in the bedroom (strawberries, i’m staring at Bucky and you will too, menace this man is a menace, i love him)
A.N:this my submission for @boxofbonesfic ‘s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge, honestly their prompts make me run wild with what I write. I’ve used The Hills - The Weeknd from the song list that was provided, the song was on repeat every-time I worked on this fic, so I think my spotify wrapped will be changing lol. Also please let me know your feedback and if I’ve missed any warnings so i will add them, happy (smutty) reading! (Also Bucky Barnes having a knife in his hand I almost went off a tangent and lets just say I may explore that idea later). Thank you for letting me participate!
their eyes are on you. every movement tracked. every breath counted. every sip or bite of a morsel noted.
“how is she fairing?”
“limited eating.”
“we need her fed but weak enough.”
“i know.”
the conversation isn’t unknown, same sentences every damn day, as clockwork.
how long has it even been? a week? two? three?
the small window in the top corner greeted the cold room with sunshine, illuminating the flecks of dust floating freely.
a luxury in your eyes now.
the men leave, you predict their imminent return at dusk.
when darkness blooms across the window and the smell of the night blooming jasmines creep along the edges of the moonless night.
the men return, a woman in tow.
you keep your eyes on the small window, your visual gateway to the world once harboured.
the clang against the metal makes you flinch, a powdery scent cascades as the woman seats herself on a folding out chair.
“you haven’t been eating.” she states.
you lick your lips, the dryness upon them rubs against the flesh of your tongue, with hints of the metallic taste from the cut upon your bottom lip.
“nor will you answer the questions.” she states again.
“we have several ways to make you speak, if you continue this childish behaviour.” the man steps forward, a wicked smile gracing his greying features.
“we just want to know about them.” the woman asks of you again.
you sigh. eyes shifting to her. she tucks her blonde hair back, eager to see you might speak.
you stare silently instead.
the man stomps over to you clutching your hair pulling you up, tears prick at the ripping of strands.
“speak or we can get you to speak.” he spits the words, throwing you back down.
“they watch.” you murmur, giving them something.
“what and who do they watch? you must tell us, we can keep you safe.” the woman assures, you begin to laugh, the cut on your lip stings as they extend into a smile.
“they watch us all.” you keep the glee ever present as they exit heads shaking at the meagre information.
your eyes return to the window, two sets of eyes watch you, one houses a grim expression, the other stares at you in concern.
Then.
these roads were a one way ticket to success or to ruin. yet your steps echo in your ears as you traverse to the home rather mansion that resides upon the foot of the quaint hills.
a floral scent lingers in the air, getting stronger as you draw closer to the short flight of stairs.
the crescent moon watches over you, the music now louder, faintly the bass causes vibrations to the metal railing.
the door opens to smoke, liquor and cheers of strangers.
you smile at the drink offered upon entry throwing the hard liquor back, easing your nerves.
two men stand upon the table as the music lowers in volume.
“so those fuckers—,” the shorter haired brunette but built man sways as he speaks, a grin on his chiseled face.
“those stupid fuckers, tried to put Barnes and Rogers behind fucking bars and watch us fall!” the brunette watches with elation at the uproar of rage in the crowd.
the blonde haired man, having the larger chest between the two raises his hand the crowd quiets in the slightest.
“but you know us, we never let anything of worth go, nor do we let our enemies walk away. raise your glasses, for we have expanded territory.”
“to Steve” the brunette raises his glass towards the blonde man
“and to James.” the blonde raises his glass to the brunette the crowd is in cheers once more.
the uproar is louder than before, drinks sloshed, the blonde man grabs a woman and they share a kiss, she pulls away, with a heady grin. of course she just has the chance at all they promise.
you watch on, after all they are the two you know who hold power in this city.
the two disappear, your gaze searches for them, only to fail.
you swallow the remainder of your drink, moving to the centre, bodies move against you as the smoke and haze create the illusion of a memorable night.
you move with the man dancing behind you his hands on your waist, you turn, back against his chest.
Steve catches your gaze, you raise your hands encircling around your partner’s neck, but your eyes remain on Steve as he watches, a smug grin on his face.
he licks his lips, raising his right hand, two fingers curl, beckoning you closer.
you comply.
Steve has his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it when you come closer.
“we usually do not let in new faces.” he guides your hand around his neck, you shift closer standing between his legs.
you lightly tug on the strands of his soft hair. He hums. you wonder how it would sound if he was laying next to you in the quiet of the night.
“why not make an exception?” you ask, gazing up at him.
“you’re here to get ahead aren’t you? more than half of them are, what makes you so different?” Steve’s other hand, pushes your hair back, fingers curving around your jaw, slowly turning your face as though examining an artefact.
“what makes you oh so special for us?” James whispers, teasing goosebumps raise upon your neck at his warm breath. his hand on your left hip. fingers softly digging into the flesh. when did he appear you fail to realise.
“you want me to plead my case?” you question, tilting your head to gaze at him.
“something like that,” James’ nose brushes along your neck, his eyes on Steve, who nods, a smirk on his face.
you whimper and tug harder on Steves hair when James nips at the base of your neck.
“we aren’t very patient men, doll.” Steve reminds you of the impending question.
“these people are fleeting, they’ll take once and give once. i’m willing to remain.” you voice your proposition.
The music fades into background.
“is that what you want?” James has a deep baritone as trails his fingers down your thigh.
“to be bound to us?” Steve moves the hand on your jaw as his index and middle fingers trace over the neckline of your outfit, over your breasts.
He smiles appreciatively as your nipples harden.
“by flesh and flesh only.” they speak in unison, their warmth making you glow, you’re flush between them, feeling their desire against your abdomen and back.
their hands wandering over your needy skin.
“we need an answer, sweetheart.” Steve chastises, continuing to explore your flesh.
you find both of them are tracing your inner thighs.
“by flesh and flesh only.” you repeat.
“such a good girl.” Bucky praises.
their middle fingers trace over the wetness pooling, your hips move, needy.
“would you look at that Steve?” Bucky says in marvel almost.
“so responsive, Buck.” Steve hums, you preen, feeling yourself turn slicker.
the fabric of your panties tears at their mercy, Bucky’s fingers trace over your folds, while Steve circles your clit.
they glance at each other, your hand shifts around Bucky’s neck, clutching at his hair.
two fingers enter you, you tug on their hair biting back your moans.
“we prefer to hear those pretty sounds.” Steve reprimands with a tug on your clit he plunges his fingers back inside, Bucky lazily moves his finger in sync with Steve.
you let go of your bottom lip, your moans louder and needier as their pace increases. Steve circles his thumb around your clit, Bucky tugs on your nipples through the fabric of your dress.
“we’ll make you feel so good, so full, you want it all don’t you?” Steve questions pinching your clit as your hips stutter. You nod, your words turning into moans.
“you’re close aren’t you, doll?” Bucky’s fingers are thick and deep, tracing over your walls for that spot that will have you fall apart for them.
You nod, their names tumble from your lips as a prayer it only urges them on to quicken their actions,
“how do you think she will taste, Steve?”
“oh we will have a taste once we make her cum all over our hands. You would do that for us sweetheart? look at her chasing for her release.”
“good girls ask permission to cum.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you only whimper in response, the coil in your stomach tightening.
“and when good girls behave they get rewarded.” Steve adds, through the haze of their movements you find your voice.
“please, please let me cum.” your words choke as you moan when Bucky’s fingers graze over your gspot.
The brunette grins wickedly at Steve as he keeps his calloused digits brushing over your gspot.
“Should we let her cum, Buck?”
“I don’t know,” Bucky’s tone is teasing as his fingers relentlessly keep hitting the spot, “I think we should.”
At his agreement, the coil snaps within you as you gush all over their fingers with a loud moan, their fingers continue to pump in and out of you riding out your orgasm.
“so fucking pretty falling apart for us.”
“such a good little girl.”
your eyes squeeze shut, breathless and all at once the music around you returns to full volume.
The two of them hum in delight, curiously you open your eyes watching them lick their fingers clean. You feel your clit pulsate.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.” Steve promises.
From that night what bloomed and bound you to Steve and Bucky only had them even more so addicted to you.
Everything you point at you were given and what you did not point to also kept within palm’s reach.
The nights belonged to them, as they pleased. Either the night would never end or the bed would be cold by daylight.
Leaving you only with reminders of where they’re hands were upon your skin. Marking you. Claiming you.
By flesh and flesh only.
You find yourself laying on your stomach the moon lazily gleams above from the window. The clock reads an early hour. The book you once held forgotten in favour of Steve’s hands moving over you.
Bucky watches, eating the remaining strawberries that he was feeding you just moments before.
“Oh don’t give me that look, poppet.” Bucky chides, your mouth parts as Steve’s tongue laps at the mess you’ve made dripping down your thighs.
“She tastes sweeter than those strawberries, Buck.” Steve hums against your clit, your body arches, fingers gripping the sheets harder.
“She looks something right out of a fantasy, full moon’s light falling on her, spread out between the two of us.” Bucky traces every curve of you and then Steve flips you over, slowly easing into you and Bucky begins his trace with the apex of the strawberry, circling it around your clit.
You watch as the small fruit glistens, a moan leaving your mouth as Bucky bites into it. The juice of the strawberry coating his beard.
“Fuck, petal.” Steve groans as he feels you clench around him.
“Oh did you enjoy that, poppet? Making Stevie feel so good, you’re so good for us.” Bucky repeats the action with the next strawberry, bringing it towards your lips.
“So fucking good.” Steve praises as he gives a particular thrust that has his cock brush against the spot you need him in, your lips part and you taste yourself mixed with strawberries and then Bucky’s lips meet yours, in a messy kiss as Steve picks up the pace of his movements.
You cry out, falling apart for them over and over, even as they soothingly rub their warm palms over you. Your body jolts overstimulated.
“Can you give me one more?” Bucky pleads, hands ghosting along your inner thigh.
“Bucky.” Steve chides, then their eyes meet when you part your legs for him.
Bucky’s fingers brush over your clit, his lips at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Steve’s beard brushes over the skin on the opposite side, they sit you up.
The three of you kneeling on the bed, you between them and their fingers inside you, the tightness in your bell returning quicker, you won’t last long, your hand grips Steve’s shoulder while the other is on Bucky’s forearm.
“Fuck, fuck,” You preen, grinding down on their fingers chasing the orgasm that will have you come undone for them. As the last of the night’s moonlight hits you three, just as you fall apart between the two larger men, they bite down on the skin of your neck, as you arch against them.
Spent from them drawing out five orgasms from you.
Your body slumps against theirs, Steve hushes you with soft kisses as Bucky retrieves a warm washcloth to clean you up, that night they don’t leave.
Keeping you warm till you wake, eager to sink down onto their hard cocks waiting for your sweet cunt to milk them.
you see them smiling and surrounded by everyone important. your friend and her acquaintance sits next to you, her eyes don’t leave the bite marks that frequent your skin.
“Come on, just tell me.” The acquaintance insists upon knowing.
“Why are you so intrigued?” Your friend asks for you.
“Because she was all goody two shoes in college and now…” The acquaintance gestures to the visible markings with her hand, her blonde hair glimmers in the lights that change.
James has his eyes on you, not enough to draw attention that you’re someone who means something to them. The whiskey burns his throat. He tries to satiate the burn he has to have you close.
“Barnes.” Sam’s voice brings him back into reality.
“Wilson.” He smiles.
“You know I’ve never seen you this lost. Whose caught your eye?” Natasha enquires from her spot at the table.
Steve gazes around the table as everyone’s eyes are on Bucky, he gives him a warning look. Bucky’s eyes shift to where you are, but they settle on the blonde instead as she stands in front of you.
Then waves as she sees he has her in his view.
Your best friend apologises with her gaze, as the acquaintance, whose name you don’t recall. Who probably did go to college with you.
You know their little entourage stays through the night. Watching who they are with, who James and Steve share. How often.
They hardly trust anyone.
Maybe they don’t even trust you.
You shrug in response to her apology.
“Where are you going, Shaina?” Your best-friend enquires as the blonde sashayed up the three steps to the higher booth.
“Just caught someone’s handsome eye.” She calls out; making her way to the table.
“Uh, you may want to not look there.” Your friend bites her lip nervously as you turn to watch her flirt shamelessly with James.
Your jaw tightens.
Your eyes flash to Steve, he doesn’t look your way. Always avoiding calling attention in public.
A server comes to your table,
“Yes?” You turn away from the scene Shaina is acting out. Bucky doesn’t like his arm touched without consent. He doesn’t prefer his collar fiddled with because he prefers the intimacy of undressing, exploring skin as it becomes visible, teasing the flesh.
You keep your opinions to yourself.
Squashing the jealously that dares to flare into an inferno.
Flesh and flesh only.
But was the heart not a piece of flesh too?
“The gentleman, seated there has sent this for you.” The server points to a newer man sitting at the table Steve and James head.
The blue eyed blonde man smiles, giving you a wave.
Steve’s blue eyes finally fall onto you at seeing John Walker wave to your table.
Steve’s lips press into a thin line, as you accept the drink from the server, raising it towards John and then sipping upon it.
John smirks at you, the hand that rests on his thigh raised beckoning you closer. You exhale, almost rolling your eyes.
“Is that a good idea?” Your friend’s tone is laced with worry.
“I’m just going to say, thank you.” You tell her, smoothening your dress the one that was waiting for you on your bed. The deep colour bringing out your skin, the shape enhancing the curves you already have, you walk over to the table.
“What a vision and all for me John Walker.” John gleams, his loud voice brings everyone’s attention.
Bucky’s nostrils flare, he grabs Shaina’s hand stopping it from inching higher up his arm.
The blonde woman frowns, then rolls her eyes when she sees you.
“Thank you for the drink.” You smile at John, his grin only grows tenfold. As his eyes rake over you, pausing over your hips and breasts you realise this drink has an ulterior motive.
“I believe there are ways to say thank you.” John says as though trying to teach you manners, “I would appreciate those.”
“Thanks as those warrant much different actions.” You smoothly reply, Natasha chuckles.
Johns smile drops but quickly returns not wanting to lose face.
“Come on, you’re here staying till late, you and I both know you’re looking for a fuck.” John barks out a laugh.
“Damn, girl. You’re a whole whore.” Shaina laughs as well.
You raise an eyebrow, “What did you just say?”
“Well you clearly are hooking up and yet you want more dick? You really have changed from that meek little romance novel reading thing.” Shaina chuckles.
Your hands grip your glass harder.
“I can treat you like a whore too.” John grabs your wrist. Turning you toward him. You wince as his grip tightens.
You can see Steve’s chest rising in anger, Bucky grows quiet. His eyes narrowed at John. The table silent.
You try pulling you arm away but John relents. Then pouring the remaining drink on John’s head, you begin walking away.
“Fucking bitch. Was doing her a favour by wanting to fuck her fat ass.” John hisses out loudly so you can hear.
Your friend grabs your purse handing it to you as you both walk out of the club. Not a glance spared to either of the men who said nothing. Did nothing.
“I don’t even understand who could enjoy fucking her?” Shaina looks at John, he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Must be really needing to prove his manhood by wanting to fuck her.” John rolls his eyes.
“Agreed. Now James where were we ah yes—,”
“Get out.” Bucky grits through his teeth.
“What, what do you mean?” Shaina seems dumbfounded.
“I said get out of my club and do not bother coming back.” Bucky pushes her hand away that was reaching for him again.
“Are you serious? Because of that fat bitch—,” Shaina yelps shifting several steps back as Bucky stands to his full height, he raises his hand to the side gesturing the security to come forth.
“Take the trash out, please.” He sits back down as the female security escorts Shaina out of the building.
“Now where were we with my percentage discussion?” John talks once they settle back down.
“Barnes, I think security forgot this is a piece of trash as well.” Steve says instead and John glares.
“The fuck?” John slams a hand on the table, questioningly looking between the four.
“Oh, we don’t deal with fuckers like you.” Bucky informs, “Assholes who have fragile egos and are disrespectful.”
“All for a stranger?” John scoffs, “Big mistake.”
“We’ll be the judge of that, now I know you know the exit.” Steve waves the man off dismissively.
John walks out flipping them off.
“Make sure no one buys from him.” Steve orders Natasha.
“On it.” She retrieves her phone.
“Are we going to address what happened?” Sam looks between his two bosses.
“She’s a regular patron.” Bucky shrugs, “Helped Becca out a few times, she needed help with my nieces.”
Sam nods, familial ties, explains the response. He shares a look with Natasha both are sure there is something further ongoing but they don’t say a word.
You sit on the bed, their looks of indifference burn at the forefront of your mind. Steve may have looked angry but stayed silent and Bucky was probably too busy with Shaina. You hold back the hurt.
Flesh and flesh only.
You chastise yourself. You asked for it to be this way. Not wanting more nor wanting to ask for more from Steve or James.
Your best friend returns with two mugs of coffee. You nurse the warm glass as it distracts your mind.
“How are you feeling?” She asks after taking a sip.
You shrug, “Fine I guess?”
She takes your name as if in disbelief.
You shrug again, relishing the warmth the beverage brings.
Your phone buzzes. You exhale as you read the text, “You need to leave, they’re coming over.” You tell your best friend.
“What? After they ignored you now they want sex? Why not do something? Why even allow Shaina to flirt when they have you? Or was it some second rate tactic to get you jealous.” She says narrowing her eyes.
“You, you know what I’ve agreed to, I shouldn’t care about what has to be said in my defence. They don’t owe having to defend my honour or anything. They aren’t in love with me.” You defend them again.
“But you are. With both of them.” She states, and you press your lips into a thin line.
“It doesn’t matter.” You say.
“You matter.” She insists.
“Just, let me deal with it if I don’t feel right when they come I’ll tell them off.” You offer in consolation, she reluctantly agrees.
You watch from your window as your best-friend slides into her cab with her location turned on and shared with you, the headlights of the familiar car illuminate the pathway to your apartment complex.
You sigh, heading towards the door. Internal conflict increases as you can almost feel them approach. How is this supposed to work when it gets fucked up?
The knocks are soft but an urgency in them carries through the door.
They stand in the small corridor, suit jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Bucky’s eyes greet you first, going over you, cataloging everything in your appearance.
His own way of making sure you’re fine. His eyes linger on your wrist, the two scrunchies you placed catching his eye.
Steve’s hand twitches by his side, waiting for you to allow them inside. Needing to touch you to make sure, to affirm to Bucky that you’re indeed okay.
They share a look before you open the door wider to allow them inside, Steve pulls you into his embrace.
Your palms settle against his chest, Bucky shuts the door.
Steve traces his hands over you, seeing if you were hiding anything from them, at last he allows you to step away. Then gently takes the hand that harbours the scrunchies.
Bucky stands behind you, the heat of his chest seeping onto your back, his hands on your waist.
You wince when Steve takes off the scrunchies exposing the bruising left by John. You had tried to ice it to lessen the appearance of the stained skin. Bucky’s grip tightens on your waist. Not enough to hurt but enough to convey his anger.
Steve’s thumbs wipe your tears. You look up at him not realising that you had begun to silently weep.
“We’re so sorry, Poppet.” The longer haired man whispers against your skin.
“Should have him six feet under.” Steve says as his fingers delicately trace your skin.
You bite back what you want to say, the gleaming darkness enjoying the prospect of them being protective over you.
“Let us take it all away.” Steve hand his index finger under your chin, directing your gaze upwards to his, worried blue ones.
“We’ll make you forget all about him.” Bucky adds, hands inching from your waist over your hips to the hem of the dress you wanted them to take off of your skin.
Your best friend’s words echo in your mind.
“Will you forget her then?” You ask, as you’re turned to face Bucky, just moments before his lips brush against yours.
He pauses,
“Poppet, you know our arrangement.” He reminds you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.
Blue eyes hold sincerity.
“But will you forget her?” The darker side demands to know, was she enough to erase anyone else?
“Petal, we don’t want to take our eyes off of you.” Steve’s hand begins to unzip the dress.
“Do you know why I even looked at her?” Bucky’s fingers cup your jaw, making you look at him. Steve softly kisses the flesh exposed by the undone zipper.
Your eyes close as he moves towards your lower back.
“Look at me, Poppet.” Bucky commands and you comply, his gaze darkening.
“Why?” You ask, wetness pooling at your core when you feel Steve’s stubble brush along your inner thighs, then his fingers tracing delicate promises onto the heated flesh.
“Because I was looking at you all night, Steve told me off as well.” Bucky admits, turning you around, your back against his chest.
“Let us make it up to you.” Steve whispers, his hands grabbing the fabric of your panties and pulling them down your legs.
He places a kiss to each calf as he takes the material off of your skin, Bucky grabs the hem of the dress, pushing it upwards, to allow Steve to see you.
“Look at that Bucky, our girl is all wet for us.” Steve praises as his fingers gather your slick, as he moves them over your folds and circles them around your clit.
You preen, at his movements or his words you don’t know. Bucky takes the straps off the dress down your shoulders, exposing your breasts. He massages the flesh as your nipples begin to harden for him.
“Our girl really is so good to us isn’t she? So fucking beautiful.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you jolt between them, Steve keeps a steady hand on your hips.
“She is, aren’t you Petal?” He asks, before his tongue laps at your folds.
You nod, meekly, between Bucky’s calloused fingers on your nipples and Steve tongue circling your clit. You grasp at his hair, tugging hard as he sucks on your clit. Steve’s fingers circle at your entrance, he eases them in moaning against your folds as he feels your cunt clench around them.
Bucky’s lips latch onto yours, his hand grabbing your hair, tilting your head back to devour your mouth swallowing all the moans and sounds you make upon his tongue.
“Won’t you cum for us?”
You wither between them, Steve watches as Bucky controls your pace as you make a mess of his thigh, Bucky contracts the muscle every so often while he has you grind down harder.
“Our beautiful, beautiful girl.”
Bucky runs a hand through your hair, as your lips stretch around Steve’s cock. Spit and cum dribble down your chin. Steve’s moans has your cunt clenching around nothing begging to be filled by them.
“So fucking sweet, all for us. Going to fill you up.”
“Both of our seeds inside you, claiming you for ourselves.”
You’re eased down onto Bucky’s cock, both of you moan as you feel him fill you to the hilt. Steve pumps his cock you watch it glisten with your cum and slick. You clench around Bucky.
Steve moves closer, rubbing his tip in circles on your clit, you know you’re dripping and this only adds to it.
He uses the lube, on his fingers two sinking inside you above Bucky’s cock. You had done this before with them but every time they’d make sure to prep you.
The stretch stings a little, Bucky’s lips on your skin and his fingers twisting your nipples aid in distraction. They whisper praises as Steve begins to ease his cock into you, tears spring to your eyes at the stretch and the moan that leaves your lips makes both of their cocks twitch in anticipation of the feeling.
“Ours, ours, ours,”
Their words ring akin to a hymn upon your skin. Waking up something far more primal, even if their claims upon you remained within these four walls.
Slumber finds you quicker than most nights, you fight it off till they are done caring for you. Easing out of you carefully, running a bath of warm water and then showering with you.
Their hands soft, warm, protective. Possessive.
Bucky and Steve kiss their claimed spots on the based of your neck, you sigh in content at the love-bites they’ve left upon you. A silent remind of being theirs and them being yours as you do the same to their skin.
Steve stares at your sleeping form, his jaw tightening when he still sees where John hurt you.
“Careful Steve someone might know you care about her.” Bucky warns in an impersonation of the blonde man.
“Buck,” He groans, they stay quiet as you shift between them, your breathing evening out.
“No, what we did, not standing up for her. Was wrong. Fucking wrong.” Bucky almost yells at him.
“We can’t get in too deep.” Steve reminds him.
“As if we aren’t already.” Bucky scoffs.
Steve is about to say something when Bucky holds up a hand,
“Tell me, when was the last time you were ever truly happy?” Bucky questions.
Steve sighs, looking at you. Knowing Bucky’s answer to the question would involve your name as well.
“The night she decided she wants to watch a movie and cuddle. Then the day we decided to make it a weekly occurrence.” He admits.
Bucky traces a pattern over your cheek. He hates knowing what has to come next, their time with you limited.
Their time to call you theres approaching an end. Today he saw how you responded to being called theirs, he knows you might want more.
Steve sadly gazes at Bucky gazing at you. It’s on the tip of their tongue but they can’t say it. It would only have you be driven away.
The past eight months with you? A miracle no one found out what do you mean to them.
So they would hide behind the lie that they feel nothing for you. That the only time you invoke something within their hearts and minds is when you’re touching them.
Even when you’re the only person they could trust wholeheartedly.
Now.
Bucky howls seeing you staring right at them. The small window their only access to you.
Steve stares at Bucky, the dark chestnut brown fur gleaming under the moonlight.
Bucky looks back to the sandy blonde furred wolf. The two men ran the town with an iron fist and a bite. Their wolf form only known by foes who never lived to tell the story.
They had tracked you down, knowing something was amiss when your scent was lighter at your apartment and you left without saying anything. The whole thing reeked of what they always feared. Someone using you to get to them.
‘Can you see her plate?’ Bucky says a snarl building up in his throat.
‘She hasn’t touched her food.’ Steve recounts, gazing back at you worriedly.
You know they are watching, always knowing that there was probably something they never told you but as if it was said unspoken. You stare at the gleaming blue eyes. They pace the forest restless.
Maybe you are imagining things, your Steve and Bucky could not be, no. You groan for a fifth time. Clutching your stomach, three days without food, you know what is coming.
The blonde woman returns,
“We know you shared your bed with them on multiple occasions, we just would like to know about their business.”
“I do not have the answers for your questions.” You hiss as another sting of pain burns through you.
“I can get you antibiotics for the infection, when did you meet them?” She attempts again.
‘Steve, we need to move in.’ Bucky calls out as he rounds the perimeter.
‘They’re still asking questions and offering medical aid in exchange.’ Steve glowers, he pauses as a car enters the driveway to the manor.
‘Fuckers, this is why we attack.’ Bucky presses his paws deeper into into the mud.
John Walker enters your cell twenty minutes after the blonde woman leaves, time a luxury they offered to you. So you know how long it has been since your men have not brought the sun and moon together to save you.
Nine days and counting.
“Ah, sweetheart, look at you. If you would have come along with me you would not be sick today.” John runs a hand down the back of your hair stopping you from flinching away. He tugs harshly.
“What no sound? They told me you were being quiet. Well but your best friend she, she is very chatty when drunk, spilled all about your little hook ups with Barnes and Rogers. What they even see in you I do not know. Although leaving you in pieces for them to find will be worth the fucking you receive.” His thumb brushes harshly across your mouth, your arms ache at the restraints.
“Then they’ll understand not to fucking mess up my deals and my work, consider yourself more worthy of a status than a fuck toy.”
John forces his thumb into your mouth, you bite down on it tasting blood. He screams pulling away, when he moves to bring down his hand against your cheek; you spit at him.
“You fucking whore.”
‘Steve.’ Bucky warns, not for himself but for the fact that he will not wait to act.
“I’m calling Nat and Sam for back up.” Steve shoots of the messages phasing back into his wolf form.
They charge at the guards on the west end, the doorway closest to get to you.
Phasing in and out to access the doors and take out John’s men.
The clouds clear illuminating your holding cell. You gaze up at the moon as she looks down upon you in blessing. John has you pinned down, his hands trying to pry your legs apart.
“Fuck you.” You spit at him, John looks up as you blink. Your eyes changing shape.
“The fuck?” John gapes, as you convulse the restraints breaking as you phase into your wolf form, towering over his now covering form.
You grin at him, teeth bared. He clambers on his hands and knees towards the door you sink your teeth into his limb dragging him backwards.
He drags his gun out of the holster, holding it up at your snout. You growl as he drops it down. Your paw sinks into his arm marring his flesh.
Ripping off his limbs as his pained screams echo through the cell.
Your wolf takes over, the primal darkness you kept suppressed with herbs and holistic remedies finally freed from shackles and it want to run wild.
The door bursts open two other wolves come snarling in, you pant dropping John’s head from your mouth it rolls down and settles near the dark chestnut wolf’s paw.
Bucky and Steve search for you as they stumble in, pausing when your scent hits them. They stare blankly at your wolf form.
You gape at them, backing away paces then you realise why are their scents so familiar.
They both phase out together,
“Petal.” “Poppet.”
You see their skin littered with pink jags and healing wounds, they came for you?
“You’re a wolf?” Bucky keeps his hands raised so as to not startle you. He understood you may have phased in after a long time.
“I think clearly she is, Bucky.” Steve rolls his eyes.
“i’m trying to be gentle.” He says, you then want to joke that nothing about him is gentle. A sort of snort leaves you indicating your laughter.
“I think she knows you aren’t gentle.” Steve interprets.
“We’ll lead you out, there is a cabin nearby, you may take time to calm down before you can phase out and we have our clothes there so the scents should be comfortable to tolerate.” Bucky comes closer and his hand gently touches your nose, you press lightly against it.
They phase back, flanking your sides, as they lead you to their cabin, rightly so their scents are amplified and the comfort brought forth by it, almost moves you to tears.
Steve enters first, his nose pushes the revolving glass door as it opens wide enough to accommodate wolves, the wooden flooring is warm to the touch and ceilings are high. As if they designed it specifically.
‘Look here if you can hear me.’ Bucky’s voice calls to you.
‘Bucky why do you have to check—,’
‘I can hear you both…’ You cut Steve off.
‘Interesting.’ Bucky says,
‘No shit, but when were we having this discussion? or was it benched due to ‘by flesh and flesh only’?’ You don’t mean to sound rude but you’ve had a pathetic nine days.
‘It, well…’ Steve looks at Bucky, his eyes widen.
‘Oh so now I should lead difficult conversations?’ Bucky glares at Steve and you catch on.
‘That night at the dinner? You were going to break up with me.’ You accuse, both of them look away.
‘It was because, look it had been ten months if it goes on beyond a year we could have turned you on accident. We were already making slip ups by over staying on full moons.’ Steve tries to reason.
‘You, you would not have wanted us had you known.’ Bucky says, padding towards you.
‘Bullshit.’ You bare your teeth at him.
‘Cute.’ Bucky pokes your ear with his nose.
‘Is that not for me to decide?’ You attempt again, ‘I know you both don’t have feelings for me but you could have trusted me with this.’ You look between them, a whine slips past Steve.
‘Don’t have feelings for you? Please Petal tell me you don’t believe that lie.’ Steve implores you to answer.
‘Fuck, Poppet are, you thought we don’t love you? Every waking hour is for you.’ Bucky moves closer you back away.
Steve tries the same and you shift back more touching the wall sideways.
‘Why tell me now? Is it because I am a wolf too. Nine days ago you were going to leave me. Without ever letting me know the truth, maybe you should follow through with that, not because staying is now convenient to the two of you.’ You settle onto the floor, not looking at the two towering wolves who are silent.
‘Why did you not say anything either?’ Steve questions, demanding to know the reason for your silence.
‘I wanted to, I was at that dinner it had been a year almost close enough, but then that blonde woman laced the iPad in front of me, you both were preoccupied and wearing the ties I got you both. So I thought well, what good is any of it, if the two of you are fucking around so I’m just a fuck toy to you right? You were going to discard me for the next one so I’m making your job easier.’ You glance at both of them, Bucky looks at you as if he’s been wounded by your words.
‘Poppet…’Bucky begs, ‘Please don’t, we can, we can think about this… Talk about this.’
‘I don’t want to, not anymore.’ You say, resting your head back onto your paws.
‘Alright then. We’ll check back up on you in a few hours, when you’re calm enough we can try phasing out.’ Steve moves away phasing into his human form and going up the stairs.
Bucky stays for moment before following suit.
You wake up panting, the feeling of unwanted hands on you pushing you into wakefulness. You gaze down, still in your wolf form.
The click of a door perks your ears as you follow the sound of footsteps on the upper floor.
“Nightmares, Steve, you know how horrible those are.” Bucky’s voice is muffled as though something dampening it.
“Talk softer.” Steve huffs, and their voices are further diluted.
You lay back down, hoping the next bout of sleep is dreamless.
When you wake up next, you’re laying upon soft sheets. You let out a contented sigh, then jolt awake.
“Welcome back to the human side of things, Poppet.” Bucky’s smooth voice washes over you calming your nerves.
At his words you touch your skin, your fur replaced by skin and bone.
“I am very upset with you, Poppet.” He adds, cutting an apple into thin slices. The black knife gleams in the light as he feeds himself the slice.
When he licks his pink lips, your tongue mimics the motion on your own.
“Why?” You look around for Steve, Bucky chuckles.
“Look at you pretending you don’t know why am I upset with you and here I thought, you know me like the back of your hand.” Bucky tuts, the knife cuts into the apple further, he gets up from the chair.
Bucky walks towards you, the slice supported between his thumb and knife. He places the slice against your lips. You lock eyes with him as you eat the slice, the blade feels cold against your lips.
He places the tip of the knife under your chin,
“Can smell your sweet cunt getting hungry for me, Poppet.”
“Bucky—,” He places the flat side of the blade to your lips.
“Shh. Did I allow you to speak? I think you spoke enough earlier.” The blade now trails from your temple to jaw and back to your chin.
The knife is retracted, now being used for its original purpose; the apple. You swallow thickly before eating the second slice offered to you.
He now sits next to you, a determined expression takes over his features.
The apple eaten and discarded.
You move the comforter to make more space for him. Your legs exposed and some how the shirt you were wearing smelled of both of them; cedar, patchouli, amber and oud.
Bucky places his warm hand on your thigh.
“Did you mean it?” He softly massages the flesh that has borne his marks award in pleasure.
“Wha-what?” You look up from where his hand is, his gaze darkens.
“You know, the part where you said you don’t want to be with us anymore.” Bucky continues upward movements, pleased when on instinct your legs part further for him as he inches closer to your cunt.
“I—,” The words caught in your throat when he traces your folds, gathering your slick, and then pinching your clit. You gasp, biting your lip.
“Did you mean it, Poppet?” Bucky questions again, you can’t focus on answering him not when his finger eases by one knuckle into your cunt.
“Bucky,” Your hand grasps his the other stays fisted with the sheet.
“Answer me. Did you mean those words you spat at us? At me?” Bucky takes your hand, you’re on your back both your hands in one of his, pinned down.
His fingers pumping in and out of you squelching sounds filling the room.
As his fingers brush over the spot as they curve inside you, you arch up against him.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You chant as you feel the build of your orgasm. Your cunt clenching around his fingers every time he retracts them.
Bucky smirks, watching you, your eyes closed head thrown back and hips meeting each thrust of his fingers.
Just when you can feel the tendrils of your orgasm he stops, the squelch of his fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt have your eyes snap open.
“Just making your job easy.” He teases.
“Bucky please,” You beg.
“Oh Poppet you think I can leave that cunt without cumming?” He pinches your clit again, his jeans undone and cock leaking with pre-cum.
“Stand up, hands against the wall. Shirt off.” He orders, as you comply, he shifts your legs to not be apart, only a small distance.
Bucky stands behind you, easing his cock from between your thighs over your folds, the mirror on the wall showing you how your slick coats his cock.
You only seldom feel the veiny ridges move over your clit as he fucks your thighs. Hands gripping your waist and he watches your tits bounce with each thrust.
“Every inch of your skin, so fucking beautiful, so fuckable, clench your thighs for me, Poppet.” Bucky moans in response as your thighs tighten, your slick creating enough lubrication for him to continue his movements, Bucky’s arm comes down against your ass, a hard spank, you yelp, bending forward and the vein on his cock moves against your clit.
“Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good little girl? Hmm? Want me to fuck every inch of you right? Look at you wanting to be filled to the hilt be split apart on my cock.” Bucky whispers in your ear.
On the next spank you feel the same ridge, your body complying as pleasure begins to course through you, his hands grab your breasts, tugging and pulling the flesh, watching as your face begins to contort into pleasure.
Bucky knows you won’t last long so he stops and you whimper at the loss of contact he turns you around. Your back against the wall. His hand circles around your throat.
Your eyes sting with tears, as he squeezes just enough.
“Making your job easy aren’t I? Just use your fucking fingers.” Bucky glowers, his cock tucked back into his boxers and he zips his jeans.
His chest gleams with sweat, you want to have your mouth on him. Worshipping him.
Bucky leaves closing the door before you can follow him out. You wait by the door for a few minutes, trying to open it but find that it is locked.
“Bucky? Why is the door locked?” You bang on the door.
“James? What is going on? Can we please talk?” You tug on the doorknobs, it only rattles in its frame.
The sudden coldness of the room gets to you, you scramble to find your shirt but return to stand near the door, trying to pry it open.
“Steve?” You call out, but are greeted with silence. You slide down your back against the door, the slick feels uncomfortable, you pull your knees to your chest.
Did you really hurt them that much? You were hurt as well, if you weren’t who you were nor if the kidnapping happened the dinner would have resulted in your heart being broken.
You rest your head on your knees, closing your eyes as a few tears brim over. They would have just left you, even if they held love for you.
After how long you don’t know, the door clicks open. You look up at the figure entering—Steve.
You stand up quickly wrapping your arms around him, he too was without a shirt and low waisted jeans graced his hips. Steve wraps his arms around you.
“Whats wrong, Petal?” Steve softly questions pulling away to look at you.
“Bucky, he,” you gaze at the door, finding it shut.
“What did he do, Petal?” Steve cups your cheeks,
“He said he’s upset with me, for saying what I did…” You trail off, fingers tugging on the white shirt’s sleeve nervously.
“Well that was upsetting.” Steve lets go of your face, sitting on the arm chair.
“You both were going to leave me.” You say,
“Things changed that night did they not?” Steve counter questions.
You fumble for an answer.
Steve pats his thigh, your limbs carry you to him, “What did Bucky do hmm?”
“He—,” “Ah, ah, show me.”
“But he used his—,” “Use me to show what he did to you.” Steve orders, you frown as his command washes over you.
You grab his hand, his index and middle fingers extended as you lead them to your eager cunt.
Steve taps your clit, “Is this what Bucky did?” You shake your head no.
“Pinched it—ah.” Your thighs shake as Steve pinches your clit, somehow repeating the movements Bucky did on you, you find yourself fucking onto his fingers.
Steve’s eyes darken. “Petal, don’t you want me to taste you?” He asks, you look at him,
“But Steve—,”
“Do you not want to apologise?” Steve chides.
You move back, thinking he wants to kneel.
“Oh no, gather it on your fingers and feed me. Till I tell you to stop.” Steve, watches your hand twitch.
You slowly bring your fingers over your folds, wincing at the puffiness from what Bucky did, the wetness that pooled you gather onto your fingers, bringing them toward’s Steve’s lips.
His warm mouth covers your fingers, sucking on them and his tongue almost mimicking the patterns he makes on your clit against your fingers, his mouth pulls away with a wet plop.
“More.”
Your clit pulses, you circle your clit and tug on your nipples to get yourself wetter, repeating the action from earlier.
Three times you’ve fed him your slick, Steve hums, then clicks his tongue, “I want more, make yourself cum and then feed me, will you Petal? You can do that right? Since you can make informed decisions.” Steves tone is slightly mocking, but the prospect of being able to orgasm too delicious to deny, you rest one hand on his shoulder, the other circles your clit and you sink two fingers inside of you, frustration clouds you.
Your fingers no where close to Steve of Bucky’s thick and long ones.
“Whats wrong Petal?” Steve looks up in concern.
“Doesn’t feel as good…” You admit.
“Do you want Bucky to come help?” Steve brushes his thumb just over your pubic bone watching your stomach clench at the contact.
“Will he?” You ask, wondering if he wanted anything to do with you.
“Why won’t you use your fingers?” You add.
Steve smiles, “I want to be fed, I’m tired, Petal.”
You bite your lip, “Where, where is Bucky?”
“I think if you call out to him, he’d come.”
“He ignored me earlier.” You huff.
“He was just upset, sweetheart.” Steve tells you as if your a child needing to be explained.
“Bucky?” You say, then move closer to the door,
“Petal, keep getting yourself wet.” Steve calls out an afterthought.
You place two fingers against your clit as your other hand opens the door.
“B-bucky?” Your voice shakes as your clit sends waves of ebbing pleasure through you.
“What?” He calls out from the door opposite to your room, his eyes paise on your hand.
“Steve he,” You bite down on your lip as you notices the tent in his jeans.
“I don’t have all night, Poppet.” Bucky rolls his eyes.
“He-he wants to be fed after I cum and, and my fingers—,”
“Don’t feel as good?” Bucky completes, uncrossing the arms across his chest, walking towards you, you moan as he grabs your pussy. Digits guiding yours on how to move.
He wants you back as the steps make you grind over the callous on his index finger.
Steve watches a smirk on his face, they find it so endearing how you fail to realise this is punishment for misbehaving and lying to them.
A cacophony of moans of their names begin to slip past your lips. Your orgasm builds.
Bucky looks at Steve, they both know they’ve edged you enough that you will cum, but they can’t have that.
“Stop, I’m not that hungry,” Steve’s words are like cold water to your fiery veins.
Bucky stops fucking you with his fingers, holding them up for you.
You have a whine caught in your throat.
“Can’t have any of this wasted right?” Bucky chides, “Go on Poppet feed him.”
You whimper as he pushes you forwards.
Steve places a steady hand on your hips, as he waits for you to do what you’re told; he spreads his large hand over your hip, trailing it upwards, over the soft flesh of your stomach, moving upwards then cupping your breast, Bucky does the same to your left.
“I’m waiting, Petal.” Steve reminds you, breaking out of the heady trance they have you in, you rub your fingers over your folds, a needy whimper reaches the pleased ears of Steve and Bucky.
You offer your fingers to Steve, he hums before sucking on each digit and swirling his tongue around them.
He releases your fingers and they release your breasts in tandem. Standing up, walking towards the door leaving you in the room.
You follow them quicker than previous attempts.
“Why are you—,”
“No, Petal, why are you saying no? Over a conversation that could have gone so many different ways?” Steve cuts you off.
“She was making our job easier.” Bucky sneers.
“You both were going to anyways, and those videos and pictures…” You recount.
“Were old, Poppet, we haven’t been with anyone other than you. We don’t want to either.” Bucky cups your cheek.
“But you want to leave us… So maybe you should.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly.
Bucky drops his hand,
“Too bad we couldn’t give you what you want, maybe someone else will. You know best correct?”
Your clit pulses, you know no one will compare to the two of them, no two people could hold a semblance to their beings.
But they were right, if you wanted to leave you should.
Maybe they don’t want to fight harder to have you stay… you nod meekly.
“I’ll leave then…” You mutter.
“Fucks sake.” Bucky mutters as Steve, has you pinned down on the bed.
“Know what Petal,” Steve undoes his jeans, his cock slapping against his abdomen, and lining up with your aching cunt,
“I really do not think you know what is best for you.” He moves his cock over your folds.
“Steve,” You whine, needing more.
“Oh you want my cock? Well, only good girls who want to stay will get it.” His eyes are wild, your breath caught in your throat, he adds more pressure to the grip he hands on your hands.
You gasp, as his tip teases your entrance.
“Steve, please,” You beg, needy, tears brim over at how badly you need them.
“What do you want?” He questions, repeating his teasing movements.
Bucky stands at the edge of the bed, you stare at his cock, lips parting for it.
“Answer him, Poppet, or have you forgotten the manners we taught you?” A sting resounds in the room and pleasured pain courses through you from where Bucky slapped your puffy, aching cunt.
“Would you look at that? She wants us Bucky.”
“She will have to say it though, has to vocalise what she wants and needs.” Bucky grasps your jaw, “The question is will she?”
You stare into Bucky’s eyes, he delivers another slap to your pussy, you clench around Steve’s tip. A moan slips past your lips, you can’t think, can’t speak just need them, why could they not see that?
“Answer us, Poppet, or we can leave again.” He warns.
“Want, want you both, together.” You gasp the words out as Steve bottoms out inside you, hissing as he feels you tight around him.
“Fuck,” He breathes.
“Together Steve,” Bucky reminds, pulling you up as you and Steve kneel on the bed, with him curving inside you the tip of him pushing ever so often over your gspot.
Bucky moves behind you, kneeling as well, his fingers inserted next to Steve’s cock prepping you to take them both. You can’t help the sob of pleasure that breaks from you as Bucky begins to enter you as well, the stretch burns but feels so good.
“Oh, you can take us can’t you, Petal?” Steve’s words have you preen, “Our good girl aren’t you?”
“Feel at her clench, really, our girl, only ours.” Bucky whispers over the shell of your ear.
You moan at their words, they pause allowing you time to adjust to both of them, but you don’t have it in you to be patient, you need them to fuck you, claim you.
You begin to move over their cocks, the amount of wetness helping you. Bucky and Steve glance at each other, moaning as you feel so good around their cocks, using them for your pleasure.
Both men let you set the pace, then one hand each grasps your waist. They both begin to move in tandem, filling you up then moving outward. Moans and whimpers slip out of you, Steve swallows them all down against his lips, Bucky’s lips leave bites and marks over your shoulder and neck.
You begin to meet them with each thrust, knowing all of you are close.
“Fill me up, please, mark, mark and cl-claim,” You gasp as they both some how coordinate their thrusts to keep hitting the spot that has you seeing stars and the waves of pleasure begin to climb across you, waiting to meet the brink to tip you over.
“Going to mark you and keep you as ours, Poppet.” Bucky grunts.
“You belong to us.”
“Bound to us.”
Your orgasm drawing close.
“You’re going to cum for us and take our seed, milk our cocks and stay filled.”
You fall apart at their words, pleasure coursing through you, head to toe and you cum with a silent cry. You feel their cum coating your spasming walls, their movements now sloppier as they ride out their orgasms.
“Because you’re bound to us, little wolf, flesh and flesh only.” Steves voice echos over the ringing in your ears.
“And that heart of yours?” Bucky’s chuckle resounds,
“That flesh belongs to us as well.”
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A.N: images in the banner are taken from pintrest all credits are to the makers of the edits and image owners.
Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader
warning: fluff, bit more domestics, language, smut [ oral {male & female receiving}, penetration, fingering, shower sex, sex with food, mxm, mxf, mxfxm, somnophilia]
The First kiss | The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know | Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames|The Mother and The father|The Boy|The Name Game|Talking|Not Ready|No Boy|Returning lust|
Day 1
(Y/n) woke up to the light sound of the shower running which wasn’t new she often woke up to one or both her husbands showering after their ‘way-to-fucking- early- not-even-the-sun-is-up’ run. But she was delight to find this was not one of her usual mornings as she rolled over and hit something/ someone. Opening her eyes she was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bucky, meaning Steve was in the shower sounds about right.
Taking the hand she wasn’t leaning on (Y/n) finger trailed down his chest and under the covers to his hidden friend. Wrapping her fingers around the base she gave it a few squeezes before she began light stroking him.
Rolling over on her side she leaned up on her elbow and just started down at him as he slept. His lips slightly parted, hair splayed on his pillow in a halo, slight stubble on his chin. He was beautiful. He always was. Eyes leaving his face and trailing now the rest of his sculptured body which was hazardously covering by a thins sheet. (y/n) found a piece of his body quite hard and standing a bit more alert than the rest of his body.
This was something they had actually discussed once upon a time waking from a deep sleep by receiving pleasure. Both of them had agreed to be pleasure unexpectedly in their sleep when the other decided. And that is why (Y/n) didn’t feel and guilt, or shame when she pulled back the cover or when She moved to take Him in her mouth. Gently sucking on just the tip of him just closing her eyes enjoying the feeling him her mouth.
It had been somewhat over a year since she had this really, more if she remembered correctly they didn’t really allow her to suck them off often when they were trying for a baby ,she was just savoring the feeling and taste gently sucking and licks as if it was a lollipop.
Bucky started to squirm a bit as she took more of him in her mouth but she didn’t really pay attention to him more so what he felt and tasted like on her tongue. She was so busy indulging herself with him she didn’t hear when the shower turned off or Steve coming out. So she was a bit startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder seeing as Bucky’s had his metal arm under his pillow and the other on his stomach. Popping off she looked up at Steve who gave her s kiss.
“Sorry, I interrupted you. Keep going” He said as he moved to sit by the headboard and next to Bucky, who was still sleeping. And she did, Getting herself in a better position in between his legs she took him back in her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head as Steve ran his hand through Bucky’s hair.
Bucky started letting out some whines and moans and (y/n) started taking this as encouragement to go faster. She wanted to hear more from him she was eager to hear more from him. She could taste the precum already spilling on her tongue and feel him twitching in her mouth as she bobbed her head faster trying to pull more sounds from him. Suddenly without warning , not like he could have, he spilled into her mouth jets of his cum hitting the back of her throat. She took it all with no hesitation swallowing it all.
Finished with Bucky (Y/n) looked up and found Steve on the edge of his own climax in his hand. Seeing this as a moment of opportunity (y/n) crawled over Bucky and to Steve taking his cock in her mouth and within seconds he was cumming in her mouth. Steve groaned as he watched her swallow everything he spilled into her.
“I missed this” (y/n) said as she wiped her chin and licking her fingers.
“It been a little under a year since we last had sex like this” Steve said nodding in agreement.
“Over a year since I sucked your dicks”
“nah” Bucky spoke in a raspy voice they didn’t even realize when he had woken up, it was when he came.
“Yep… well maybe I have sucked you dicks but I haven’t tasted your cum in so long” and it was true as at the time it was all being saved and going into one specific place. “Is it weird that I miss it?”
“no, we missed the taste of you” Bucky said as he sits up.
“I’m going to need to take another shower” Steve says as he get out of bed leaving his towel behind.
“Can we join you?” (y/n) asked
“no one’s stopping you” He says without looking back. (Y/n) gets up and rushes after him.
“If only I could wake up like this everyday” Bucky says as he get up and follows them as well.
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“Oh fuck” Steve curses as he leans against the shower wall. Infront of him on their knees was Bucky and (y/n) both taking turns sucking his cock and fondling his balls. “fuck, so fucking good, beautiful”
“He is isn’t he” (y/n) says as she places her hand on the back of Bucky’s head pushing him to deep throat him further she moans and Steve’s groans as they hear him gag.
“oh shit, oh shit” Steve groans pushing Bucky way he begins to stroke himself (y/n) and Bucky Kneeling Infront of his mouths open and tongues out “cumming, Cumming, Cumming” he announces as he finishes covering their faces and chest, honestly barely getting anything in their mouths.
Wiping the cum off his face and bringing it to his mouth “ and this is why I’m the sniper between the three of us.” (y/n) wipes some of his chest “ You’ve got no aim.” Steve scoffs as he helps the both of them up off their knees. Lucky they were still in the shower so the clean up was easy.
“It’s pretty late want to go out for brunch?” Steve asked as he watched (Y/n) kiss Bucky.
“I can go for some waffles”
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“is this what we’re going to do for the rest of the week suck each other off and fuck” Bucky asked as he drizzled his pancakes in syrup. They found a cute little dinner not to far from the tower that still served breakfast at noon. The three of the cuddled up in a booth in the back corner.
“No, while the sex is amazing and we’ll definetly be continuing when we get back I did want to talk to you guys about other stuff.”
“Such as”
“I’d like for us to start looking at houses again.” Both men stopped what they were doing. “ I know I stopped us last time but I’m ready this time. Plus, Tony is just about down with the compound, now it’s just the superficial stuff and what ever gadgets he’s trying to add, so we only have a few more months before everyone else moves to the compound. I think we should try and find something before that time comes.”
“That only leaves us with a few months to look, love.” Bucky says reaching for her hand.
“I know but we can just call up Sarah again and we kind of already know what were looking for so it should take that long or be that hard, right?”
“You’re right.” Steve says “ But I do think we have to take in account something new that wasn’t here before.” They both looked at him confused “Ash we didn’t have her with us before I’m sure she’d like certain or specific things in the new house” (Y/n) was a shamed to admit but she wasn’t really thinking of her daughter in the moment. Well she was as a family moving into together but not really adding her into the conversation and asking for her opinions on such matters. They usually did thinks and told about her later more so because those decision didn’t really need to involve her or impacted her in any serious or long lasting ways. Maybe they should ask her opinion on more things, she was becoming more vocal after all.
“Right, so we’ll call up Sarah again see when she’s available have her met Ash and go from there” (Y/n) making so sort of plan for the moment.
She didn’t notice how Steve and Bucky looked at each other as if making their own plans.
Day 2
This time instead of waking up with a mouth around his cock he woke up to the sight of his husband fucking his wife into the mattress as she buried her face in and bite her pillow trying to quiet her moans. Once she realized he was awake she her oath to silence went out the window and he eventually joined them. It was an all around good morning if you asked him.
“Another day of brunch” Steve said as (y/n) but bacon on his plate. He pulled her in by her hip and gave her a kiss before turning his attention back to his newspaper.
“who’s fault is that kept us in bed all morning.” (Y/n) scolded him.
“Maybe next time we can wait until after breakfast… or…. do it during breakfast.” Bucky said a bit hesitant Coming around the table (Y/n) foregoes her chair to straddle Bucky’s lap.
“we’re having Breakfast now”
“…bacon and eggs aren’t sexy though. I mean sexy to eat, food porn definetly but ….”
“ Yeah, point taken” she says getting up and taking her own seat at the end of the able “ what are sexy breakfast food?”
“Fruits pretty sexy. But I’m pretty sure we only have grapes right now.” Steve said not looking up from his newspaper.
“ I guess we’ll be going grocery shopping to day. I will make a shopping list, Bucky will google sexy foods, and Steve-”
“I’ll drive I don’t really want to look up sexy foods I’ll just question why they’re sexy.” He confessed “ Some foods I get but other I think will just confuse me.”
“People say oysters are sexy. I don’t believe that.” Bucky said in agreement.
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“Ah” Bucky said as he help up a bottle of chocolate syrup and a case of strawberries. (Y/n) laughed flicking his baseball cap, his disguise of choice.
“In the cart Pal. How about you go find us some champagne.”
“Anything specific you want?”
“Surprise us” Steve watched as Bucky went and disappeared in a aisle further down.
“Is everything okay?” he asked (Y/n) he noticed how she had not only been quiet since entering the store but also eyeing the baby section or items that had picture of babies on them. “ Talk to me.”
“Have…Have you thought about talking to doctor Tsunade? About the possibility?”
“Yeah, I have thought about it. But Honest answer… I don’t think we’re ready yet. Or at least I’m not. I’d like us to be out of the tower, I’d like us to dedicate more time this. I know that we now have you guys… you know, but there is still risks. I- I think we should talk about this with Bucky.”
“Of course, Or course I know and you’re right about everything. I was just- I was just thinking on it. I don’t know if I’m ready to try again but I do want to look in the possibilities and procedures. I just incase or -”
“I understand” Steve said “ So we call up Sarah for the house and Dr. Tsunade for … that. It’s okay we’ll do it. We’re making plans” Steve says cupping her face “we’ll do this”
“we’ll do what?” Bucky question as he approached the two, with their favorite champagnes in hand.
“Just planning somethings” Steve says giving (y/n) a quick peck then turning to Bucky.
“Should I be involved or is this for, is this a surprise or something? You know how I feel about surprised parties.” (Y/n) giggled as Bucky playfully glared at the two.
“You should most definelty be involved, you and Ash. And it’s not a surprise of any sort at least I hope not. We talk about it another time.”
“I’m okay with remaining ignorant for the moment. We’re going to need more toppings for our sundae so we should get those.”
“we don’t have ice cream either.” (Y/n) said
“Oh, Honey. You’re the sundae.”
Steve choose to ignore the wide eye woman that was laughing behind her hand and had most definetly heard what Bucky had said and instead headed straight for the check out. Even if she didn’t recognize them this was definetly going to be on twitter by tomorrow.
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“Take a picture”
“I’m not taking a picture” Steve said as (Y/n) began pouting all while on her knees holding Bucky’s whipped cream, chocolate, cherry cover penis in hand. Her little sundae model was just sitting on the couch and shrugged“ Fine, what if anyone sees this you have no one but yourselves to blame” that’s what he said but Steve would be sure to not let that happen.
“This is not what I imagine when I was talking about making sundaes” Bucky said watching as she licked off the sweet cream. After several good pictures Steve joined (Y/n) in licking him clean. They both moaned as licked and sucked him clean
“Doesn’t he taste good” Steve said as he helped (Y/n) take more into her mouth. She nodded her head as she pulled off with a pop.
“He’s really tasty”
Together they liked and sucked his cock clean.
“Oh, oh shit” Bucky whined as he watched Steve and (y/n) share his cock taking him in between their lips. (Y/n) giggled as he twitched in between their lips he was so close his release was dripping. He looked between the two of them trying to make a decision, which the both saw and ended up making for him as Steve wrapped his lips around his tip.
“Fuck it” taking the back of his head Bucky began to fuck Steve’s mouth. The sound of him gagging and moaning just egged him on. “oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he cursed and whined as he began to cum down his throat holding his head still as he finished spilling.
Once he was finished and realized what he was doing he quickly let Steve go letting him up as he coughed and choked rubbing his throat.
“I’m- I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” instead of answering him Steve looked down Bucky followed his gaze to find his dick out of his boxers soft and his hand covered in cum. It appeared that also found pleasure it Bucky’s actions.
“You know, I always forget how dirty you are and then you go and do stuff like this” Bucky said as he kissed him gently.
The two men heard a light moan looking up they saw (Y/n) on her knees just like Steve but with her hand in her panties. They watched her as she came on her fingers. It took (Y/n) some time to come back to her senses and realize she was being watched she removed her hand and shyly looked away.
“don’t get shy on us now babe you were just sucking whip cream off my dick “. Bucky said as he got on his knees in front of her he snapped off her blue laced bra and tossed it on to the couch pushing her to lay down on the floor he took off her panties as well and threw those over the couch. Steve handed him and glass of champagne and began recording as Bucky poured the champagne onto her breast and stomach she moaned and squirmed at the cold sensation. “Stay still” he said as he licked up what he poured his tongue following the trail of liquid, drinking up what pulled around her navel. The entire time Steve recording. Bucky did it again and again until his glass was empty and he had drank all of her. It was only then that Steve stopped recording. But Bucky didn’t stop.
He instead went lower putting her legs on to his shoulders he kissed her lips. Steve reached for his own glass champagne (Y/n) not really paying attention to him in the moment and Bucky closing his eyes in pleasure neither of them noticed as Steve began to pour his glass on her. (Y/n) felt it as he felt the cold liquid hit her clit and Bucky tasted it as it hit his tongue just as he started spreading her folds. It just egged him on to lick fold and suck her clit.
“Oh god” (Y/n) moaned as she bucked up into Bucky’s mouth grinding into his face as she pulled him closer back arching off the floor. Bucky wrapped his lips around her clit and thrusting and curling two fingers into her. Her legs began to shake as she came closer to her climax.
“Daddy” she moaned out as she came on his tongue. Bucky groaned as he pulled away.
“It’s been awhile since I heard that” Bucky said as he made a trail of kisses up her body. She moaned as he made it to her lips. “are you okay?” he whispered against her lips she nodded “ I need to hear you”
“I’m okay. Promise”
“m’kay, I’m going to go take care of Steve now. His dick is pretty hard and he looks like he’s about to bust.”
“I’ll watch”
Bucky chuckled but gave her one more final kiss before moving towards Steve. (Y/n) moved to lay on the couch watching them on the floor.
Steve sat up on his knees as Bucky approached him, also on his knees. Wrapping one arm around his waist their lips grazing each other as his other arm reached around him and snatched up the last glass of champagne. He smirked downing the drink as Steve pouted.
“Oh I’m sorry.” Bucky says as he puts the glass down and started kissing Steve’s shoulder and up his neck “I’m just teasing.”
“No more teasing” Steve moaned as he leaned back exposing more of his neck. Bucky’s hands lightly clawed down his back before groping his ass.
“but you take is so …” he trailed off as he pulled back a little looking at Steve who blushed and looked down. “You dirty boy” Bucky said before pushing Steve on to his back and ripping of his boxers, literally.
“You just love man handling people don’t you” Steve said as he glared at Bucky there was no malice behind it.
“I like it rough. And this tells me you do too.” he says as he takes his cock giving him a few strokes before letting go. “ But I’m more interested in this” he said as he spread Steve’s legs revealing the plug that was nuzzled in between his ass cheeks.
“I-I…”Steve sighed and closed his eyes he didn’t really known what to say but honestly he didn’t need too. Bucky knew what he wanted and knew what he meant.
“it’s okay, I got you” Kissing him tongue tracing his lips before slipping past. he swallowed his moans as he gently tugged on the plug. Steve pulled back, “ I thought you said you’d stop teasing”
Bucky scoffed as he looked down at him “ One I never said I would stop teasing and two I was trying to be slow and gentle but if you don’t want that.” Steve yelped as Bucky suddenly yanked out the plug fast but still gentle. “Would you look at that You’re already lubed up for me. That means I don’t have to wait.”
“Fuck” Steve cursed as Bucky swiftly thrusted into him. He did still to give him a moment to adjust. Only a moment before he starts thrusting “Oh… holy fuck” Steve cursed as he tried to move his hips with him but he pinned his hips downs which only allowed him to thrust into him deeper.
Due to his eyes being closed Steve didn’t see when (Y/n) crawled over him hovering over his dick with the help of Bucky. Then without warning and with more help from Bucky she lowered herself on Steve’s cock. Steve’s eyes popped open and groaned out loud as he felt her walls suck him in this in turn had Bucky groaning and biting down on (y/n)’s shoulder as Steve’s body reacted and clenched around him.
“Jesus fuck, holy shit, oh fuck” Steve cursed as he grabbed on to(Y/n)’s thighs nails gripping her skin.
“I… I was feeling… left out” (Y/n) confessed as she started bounce up and down on Steve’s cock slowly working up to match Bucky pace.
Steve moaned out as he sudden came with no warning cumming inside of (Y/n) and clenching around Bucky. Neither of them stopped which pushed them into another orgasm.
Becoming overstimulated Steve tried to push (Y/n) off but she wasn’t letting that happen. Taking his hands off of her she pins them to his side as she continued to ride him. He let out unintelligible whines and cries.
“Shit, I’m close” Bucky said as he kissed her jaw. (Y/n) whined and shook her head. Seeing that she wasn’t there yet Bucky reached forward and began to rub her clit pushing her to reach her end.
“I-I’m cumming” she whine as Steve let out a silent scream and Bucky pulled out cumming on (Y/n)’s back. She collapsed on Steve’s chest Bucky laid down next to them.
-
“Haven’t done that in a while” Bucky said after sometime
“should do it more often” (Y/n) said
Steve groaned “ not right now, I can’t do it again” he whimpered as (y/n) removed him from herself. she mouthed an apologize as she rolled over off of him.
“It’s only day two, we got five more days to tear that ass up” Bucky said chuckling as he turned and kissed his shoulder.
Both men turned and watched as (Y/n) got up limping to the bathroom. As she round the corner they looked at each. Steve said with all seriousness “ You’re going to have to carry me.”
Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader
warning: fluff, smut[
The First kiss | The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know | Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames|The Mother and The father|The Boy|The Name Game|Talking|Not Ready|No Boy|
Months had gone by, Ash was fitting into the family nicely becoming more open and talking more, being bestfriends with Peter, and currently Studying for her GED. Of course she had moments where she with draw into herself but they all did, she was still doing well for the most part.
As for Steve, Bucky, and (Y/n) their marriage was going well still healing from their past problems but doing much better. There was only one glaring and current problem in their marriage, or at least from (y/n)’s point of view, and that was they hadn’t had sex in months. And by ‘they’ she meant ‘she’ she hadn’t had sex in almost a year. They were still intimate but not in that sexual form. It wasn’t like the boys stopped having sex they continued to have sex with each other just… without (y/n) but she was wanting to change that she just didn’t know how to approach it. So she went looking for help.
And that how she found herself in the back corner of a coffee shop with Pepper. Look very suspicious in her all black attire and glasses looking around.
“You look like you’ve committed a crime”
“Not recently” Pepper did a double take there.
“(Y/n) why are we here?”
“Talking without ears. Privacy.”
“…okay… what are we talking about?” Pepper watched as (Y/n) fidgeted with her fingers and looked around as the blush on her cheeks slowly became visible.
(Y/n) was very nervous and almost ashamed to admit this but she had already tried on her own and failed so now she was looking for assistants or least someone to push her to be more confident. And who better to ask than another married woman or at least someone who was more aware some of her situation and helped through it.
“Being intimate”
“Okay…?”
“I… Ever since… what happened -the thing where we couldn’t… that um we haven’t been intimate or they haven’t been intimate with me and I want to change that. I tried on my own but it didn’t work out so I’m asking you another woman in a committed relationship, can you please help me?”.
Pepper reached across the table grabbing both of (y/n)’s hand gently rubbing the back of her hands trying to bring her some form of comfort. She smiled.
“Happy to help. so what have we done so far?”
-
After spending the day with Pepper, a plan was made and set in stone. With the help of Tony, the guys were given some time off and Ash sent over to Wanda’s for the week as she was the closest person in age with her, those two seemed to get along well. (Wanda was also allowing her to sneak Peter over for a sleepover but no one was going to tell Steve and Bucky that.) The three were all alone for the week to do what they pleased. And (y/n) was definitely going to do so.
“I’m being completely obvious now” (Y/n) said as she looked at herself in the mirror she looked away before she could talk herself out of it quickly grabbing a long silk robe to cover herself. “ Lets do this”
Walking out of the bathroom she found that her husbands were no longer in the bedroom but that was okay they could take this elsewhere they had to whole place to themselves. She found them in the living room setting up for a movie.
“Okay, so, we’ve narrowed it down Legally Blonde, and How High, what do you want to watch?” Bucky asked as he looked up at her with a small smile Steve also looked up giving her a smile.
“How about …50 shades of grey” she said as she opened her robe to reveal a little pink transparent dress, it had a bow that cover each breast and it tried around her neck, and a pink thong. It was pretty simple, but they alway liked simple.
Her husbands just looked at her eyes wide and jaws dropped, just speechless.
“Or we could watch How high” (Y/n) said closing her robe Bucky was quick to come to her opening her robe back up and pushing it off her shoulder.
“No…this …this is much better” Bucky says
“You think” (y/n) said as she allowed her robe to fall off and pool at a feet.
Bucky leaned down kissing her shoulder as pulled her body closely towards him. He groaned as he felt her breast against his chest. “God, I’ve missed this”
“OH really, I didn’t notice” she stated sarcastically as Bucky picked her up and carried her to the couch where Steve was putting her down right next to him.
“What’s that’s suppose mean?” Steve asked as he turned towards her kissing her.
“I’ve been dropping hints for weeks. You didn’t notice”
“Such as?” Bucky asked kissing her jawline.
“Short shorts, tight tights” she grabs a fist of Steve’s hair “tight dresses, bending over…” pulling back ahe whispers in his ear “No panties. But neither of you seem to notice”
Both Bucky and Steve pulled away looking at her as if she was stupid before they both started laught. “What’s so funny why are we laughing? I thought we were having sexy time”
“OH honey” Steve said “you’re always wearing tight tights and short shorts to the gym”
“ and tight dresses to dinner parties”
“You been over and show that fine ass at least twice a day”
“And you don’t wear panties 75% of the time. We noticed doll” Bucky said “you always look sexy doll, we were just waiting for you to say something”
“I remember a while back Bucky that you were instigating something when really you were just licking a popsicle very suggestively but obviously. I had to handle it” Bucky groan burying his face into her shoulder. He remembered that day he thought she was starting something but she was just really into that popsicle And whatever the fuck documentary she was watching. He had to go find Steve to solve his problem right before a meeting. Embarrassing. “After that incident we decide to wait for verbal confirmation.”
“Oh well…please fuck me?…fuck me”
Steve smiled picking her up he carried her to the bedroom Bucky trailing behind them. Steve tosses her on to the bed she giggles as she sits up. For a moment he has a teasing smile on his face before it turns serious. “ Are you sure you’re okay with this? we can still wait sweetheart. No rush.”
“Remember” Bucky says “ our relationship isn’t built on sex”
“Yeah, but is does make it fun.” she says as she scoots to the edge and tugs at Steve’s waistband. He chuckles as he leans down to kiss Bucky seats down next to her and begins to unbutton Steve’s pants as they make-out. Steve moans into the kiss as Bucky pulls out his cock and lightly strokes it. He Bites (y/n) lips when her hand joins Bucky’s.
“So needy” Bucky says as Steve pulls away from (Y/n) and turns to kiss him. Pushing (y/n)’s hand away he stands up and pushes Steve back. “You know what I miss?”
“no” Steve all but whispers against his lips
“I miss how our doll tastes it’s been months since we’ve last tasted her. You know what I think we should do?”
“What?” Steve asked as he pulled Bucky close basically grinding on his legs looking for friction.
“I think we just snatch off those sexy little panties-”
“Barely” Steve snorted as he dropped his head into Bucky’s shoulder
“-ha spread her as far as she can go and just devour that pussy” Bucky took Steve groan and quick nod of his head as a yes. “ How about you?” Bucky turned to (Y/n).
“ Yes please” she eagerly nodded and moved back on to the center of the bed.
“look at you. You’re as needy as him.” Bucky says Crawling on the bed taking her foot he trails kisses all the way up to her thigh he encourages Steve to do the same. Once he reaches her hips, again with Steve’s help, he pull her panties off. He groans as he sees the wetness hidden by her panties. Steve did the same. (Y/n) moaned as she felt the stretch.
“I’ve missed this” Steve said as he kissed her thigh “I’ve missed you”
“I’ve missed you too” (Y/n) said as she reached forward tugging on his hair.
(Y/n)’s attention was pulled away from Steve as Bucky kissed her clit. As Bucky Kissed, Licked, and sucked on her clit and Steve thrusted two fingers into her she moans out. It didn’t take long, (Y/n) was very quickly coming.
“oh honey, you didn’t last very long” Bucky teased.
She groaned covering her face with her hands “ it’s been a while” she excuses.
“it’s okay” Steve says as he leans removing her hands and giving her a kiss. Bucky follows suits.
“If it makes you feel any better you still lasted longer than Steve” and this earned him a pillow to the face he laughed as he fell to the bed next to (Y/n) and some more as Steve took off his shirt and threw it at him. “oh” he says as he watches him take off his pants. Steve looks up to see (y/n) and Bucky looking him up and down.
“you both are pervs” and they both say “ Thank you”.
Climbing back into bed Steve climbs in between (Y/n)’s legs placing them on his hips ” are you ready?“ Steve asked
"You know-”
“Just because I’m naked doesn’t mean I can’t say no” she looks to Bucky “ I know, I remember”.
She leans over to kiss Bucky she moans into the kiss as she feels Steve’s tips brush against her clits. (Y/n) pushes her hips up grinding on to Steve encouraging him to move forward as she continues to kiss Bucky. She moaned into Bucky’s kiss as Steve thrusted into her nails digging into both their shoulders. She pulled away from the kiss for the moment.
“are you okay?” Bucky asked. ( Steve was a bit to preoccupied trying not to cum already)
“Sorry, it’s been a while. Tight fit is all.” (y/n) leaned forward kissing Steve’s jaw he moaned “ I’ve missed this feeling. I’ve missed you”.
“Fuck” Steve swore as he buried his head into her neck kissing her shoulder pulling the strap of her baby doll down “I’ve missed this Pussy” he whispered as he slowly began to thrust into her. Steve leaned back Taking her left leg he pushed it up to her chest and made her hold it giving both him and Bucky and excellent view of her pussy. He groaned as he thrusts spend up.
“Fuck. This pussy. Look at this pussy taking me so well. Perfect pussy. Taking all of me like the good girl you are.” Steve moaned as his thrust sped up. (Y/n) moans out as she arched her back pushing herself into his thrust.
“ah Steve, please Steve”
“That right baby say my name. Bucky. Bucky look at our pretty pussy. So fucking perfect" Steve looked over at his husband to see his cock out him stroking himself to their pace. He moaned at the sight “Both so fucking perfect”.
“Fuck” Bucky whined as he pleasured himself watching them “make her cum,please make her cum”.
Steve slowed down his thrust and watched as Bucky slowed down his hand Both he and (Y/n) whined as he did so. “You’re both so needy. I know know why you’re so needy sweetheart, so desperate. What’s your excuse Bucky?”
“I fucking love you”
“Good enough” Steve said as he picked up speed thrusting hard and fast. Swearing and praising them both as he went.
“Oh, oh fuck Steve,i-” she couldn’t say anymore as she started to cum. Gripping the sheets and turning her head into the pillows.
Feeling her tightening around him it took Steve three more thrust before he spilled inside of her she moaned as she felt his cum paint her walls.
“Fuck” Steve groaned as he collapsed on top of (Y/n) for a moment. Only a moment, before he sat up and looked at Bucky “ You didn’t cum” he said looking at his cock precum dripping and all.
Bucky hissed as (Y/n) light touched his cock he pulled her hand away. “No, no, no. I want -I want to cum inside you.”
“I want you to cum inside me too” Bucky groaned if she kept talking like that he wasn’t going to last long. And the sight of Steve pulling out definitely wasn’t helping nor the view of his cum leaking out of her nor was her taking off her baby doll suddenly, and he knows Steve and (y/n) knows that.
Steve moved and Bucky stripped and took his place. “Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m going to last long” he said as he positioned himself
“It’s okay I just want you inside me”. Another blow. Yeah he wasn’t going to last long. Taking a deep breath. He moaned as he slowly pushed inside of her she moaned with him as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He took a shaky breath as he fully penatrated. He thought he had made it but once she clenched around him all hope was lost. Bucky let out a high pitch moan type whine as he spilt out into and fell on top of her.
“I’m sorry” Bucky spoke after a moment.
“It’s okay” she rubbed his back and kissed him.
“You didn’t cum” he pouted. She giggled before thinking for a moment. Gently pushing on Bucky’s shoulder he got the hint and rolled over (Y/n) rolled with him making sure they didn’t disconnect.
“But you’ll help me cum, won’t you?”
“He will” Steve said as he kissed Bucky’s forehead running his hand through his hair. He nods agreeing.
“Oh” Bucky whined as (Y/n) started moving bouncing slowly. Bucky gripped onto her hips trying to keep her slow as he was sensitive from just Cumming and edging himself earlier. Taking both his hands off her hips and pins them to the bed as she starts to bounce faster.
“Oh, oh God. Fuck” Bucky moaned as he twitched and bucked underneath her. “ Oh, oh fuck. Your pussy is amazing. Your so fucking amazing. Taking me so well. Yes! Take me, take me just take me. So good.” The dominate praise he gave did not match the whine voice it came from. Watching him toss his head back and choke on his own words.
“Fuck” (y/n) moaned against his lips her hands sliding from his hands to his chest as she tried to bounce faster and harder.
“I’m cumming, cumming ” Bucky groaned
“Yes, yes” (y/n) said too. They both moaned out as they came together finishing and collapsing once done. After a moment (y/n) sits up and looks down where they were still connected seeing some cum spill out she slowly began to bounce again. Bucky hissed grabbing her hips trying to stop her but she didn’t pushing his hands away.
Fortunately Steve came to his rescue grabbing her hips “ I think he’s had enough, sweetheart"and slowly pulling off her off. Bucky sits up a bit watching Steve as he seat (y/n) in his lap pulling her legs up they watch as their cum leaked out of her. Reaching down Steve scoops up what leaked out with two fingers and pushed it all back in. He then takes his two fingers and brings them to his mouth licking and sucking them clean moaning as he went, like it was delicious meal.
"I thought you wanted me to slow down. Over here trying to turn me on again”
“I think it’s just your appetite” Steve says as he kisses along her neck “ you’ve gone without for a long time. Now you’re starving”
“Are you going to feed me?” Steve smiles but shakes his head.
“I think you’ve had enough for now. Maybe tomorrow.”
“But I’ve missed you.” She say turning in his lap straddling him" I want more"
“Sweetheart,” Steve whisper against her lips “we’ve got all week.” He kisses her “Plus I think Bucky’s taped out”. Looking over her shoulder she see that Bucky has indeed taped out ,sleeping.
“I guess we do have all week. And I do have a few more …outfits to show off.”
“Rest now play tomorrow”
“Yeah”
“Now sleep. Both of you” Bucky says still spiraled out on the bed. Rolling his eyes Steve and (y/n) both cleaned up and d as told going to bed.
