Pairings: Shuri x Bucky Barnes, Shuri x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Shuri x Steve Rogers
Word Count:~6.8k
Warnings: 18+!!, NSFW, smut, m/m, oral, anal
Additional Tags: Bucky is a brat, he and Steve are both simps (what else is new )
Chapter Summary: It’s almost party time
A/N: It has been… quite a past couple of months for me, and truthfully a rough last couple of weeks. I meant to have this up muuuuch sooner. Please forgive me for the incredibly long wait. Hopefully the *ahem* content makes up for it. Thank you so so SO much for sticking with me. Next chapter is the party for real, I promise lol. Please like, reblog, kudos, comment, share if you enjoy! It means the world to me and you all are amazing
Steve shifts on the couch, stretching his legs out so that his feet rest on Bucky’s thighs. His eyes drop to Bucky’s lap and back up, and he tilts his head. “Don’t talk a big game if you’re not gonna back it up.”
Mouth falling open in surprise, Bucky turns in his seat to face Steve fully. “Now when have I ever done that with you?”
“There’s a first time for everything, right?” Steve is full on grinning now, an enticing shade of red creeping up his neck.
“Don’t mouth off if you can’t handle the consequences.”
Steve lets out a snort. “What makes you think I can’t?”
“Please,” Bucky says with a roll of his eyes. “With the way you caved after our little panty prank? I knew you were gonna sing like a canary the second Shuri put her pussy in your face.”
“Hey! That is… okay that’s fair, but-“
“Exactly.”
“Wait, but youalmost caved, too.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t.”
“Only because she taped your mouth shut.”
“Semantics.”
Steve chuckles. “Whatever. I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me.” He lifts his chin in defiance.
Bucky’s pulse speeds up, and he drops his voice a level. “Are you, now?” He slowly removes Steve’s feet from his lap, then crawls over him until he’s caging him in on his end of the couch. “Don’t act cocky, pretty boy.”
Steve’s nostrils flare as his eyes drop to Bucky’s mouth. “Not an act.”
“That so?”
“Hm.”
Holding Steve’s gaze in challenge, Bucky tilts his head. “You know what I think?”
“What’s that?”
Placing his hands on the armrest behind Steve, Bucky leans in a little more. “I think you’reall talk. I think you’re just a sweet little puppy who thinks he’s too big for his leash.”
The intoxicating, clean scent of Steve’s body wash fills Bucky’s nostrils as he takes a deep inhale. When Steve nips at his lips, Bucky just barely holds in a gasp. Steve’s pupils are dilated, and the mischievous little grin on his face is way too smug.
