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outtathisworld-imagines · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Here we go againnnnnnn! Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth. Unprotected sex, Oral (M&F rec), threesome (MMF), cum-swapping, Bob is a lil slutty submissive mess, and of course he has a praise kink, dirty talk, double penetration, teasing, eating out, swearing, overstimulation. You name it, it’s probably got it. Not proofread!

A.N: A continuation of this fic! Two of our faves again, just as filthy as the first part 🥲 Happy reading!

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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Bob almost came in front of everyone in the living room when you and Bucky walked past.

Dressed in tight tactical gear, the two of you in deep conversation meant you didn’t notice. Bob swallowed hard seeing the outfits perfectly cling to all the curves of your bodies that he practically begged over a week ago. How the zippers came up to your necks that he kissed, and how tight the material was over your breasts that he moaned into.

The pair of you looking like goddamn models who could kill more with their looks than their knives and guns.

“We’re going to practice in the training room guys,” Bucky spoke up.

“Thanks for warning in advance!” Yelena called out. Everyone knew what training meant for the two of you.

“Yeah, and remember to clean up after yourselves after your ‘training’.” John chuckled, using his fingers as quotation marks. You rolled your eyes at his sly dig of a comment.

“Can’t help it if training gets us all hot and bothered, Walker.” You shot back at him but your eyes were locked onto Bob who was practically drooling at this point. “Knock before you enter next time.” You smirked and his face contorted before a shudder took over his body remembering the sight he saw the first time he accidently walked in.

Bob’s nostrils flared in jealously that John got to witness that.

He watched as the two of you walked away, perfectly synchronised with the most perfect view of that tight suit showing off the curve of your asses as you disappeared down the hall.

“You got that boy wrapped around your little finger, baby.” Bucky squeezed your hip, pulling you close. “Goddamn world, if we weren’t so busy with being sent out onto the field-“

You cupped his cheek “Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll have him again soon. We’ve got a few break days, and the party too.” You kissed him gently “We’ll have our fun with him again.” Bucky held onto the hope you had as the two of you reached the training room.

You grabbed a couple of pieces from the training equipment cabinet, your back facing Bucky. He mischievously smirked, twisting his fingers over the handle of his mock training knife and threw it at you. You quickly turned and caught it, surprising him. “You shouldn’t have turned your back,” he finally said in a teasing tone.

You walked towards him with a small frown on your face, reaching it out to hand him it back. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Your eyes were sad but the rest of you was begging for trouble. Bucky took the knife from you and as soon as he did, your calf met his neck and he fell to the floor with a groan. You lowly chuckled and walked away, not before he grabbed both your ankles and you hit the ground. “So this is how it’s gonna be today…” you huffed out and wound the rope you grabbed over your hand and between your fingers. “Game on, Barnes.”

Bob played his cool for at least 30 minutes.

Even then it was 30 minutes too long for him.

He made an excuse of going for an afternoon nap to get him out of the shared living space and then made his way to the training room. He watched from the door the two of you throw each other about, flipping the other to the ground, how one of you sat on top before being expertly pushed off and then pinned down. It was like he was watching foreplay but with more fly kicks.

“Hey cutie,” his ears pricked up at the mention of his nickname you had given him. He peered in a little more and saw you on one side of the room with Bucky on the other, both of you panting laboured breaths and stars of sweat droplets scattered over your foreheads. “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat, his fingers twitching against each other, something he always did when he was nervous. “Can I train with you guys?”

You and Bucky shared a glance. “Train or watch?” Bucky asked licking is his lips as if Bob was his next meal, slowly approaching him.

“Watch…” he lowly breathed out with a nervy smile.

Bucky pulled him into the room and shut the door. “You hear that, Y/N. He wants to watch.” Bucky’s hands found Bob’s shoulders and rubbed them “You like watching us?” He nodded with a gulp “I know how much you love it when we give you a show.” He kissed his cheek and you approached the two men twirling a mock-knife which somehow turned Bob on even more watching your slender fingers in action. “We’ve missed you.”

“So much,” you added. “Missed having my boys,” you squeezed yourself in the middle between them both, your free hand moving up and down Bob’s side whereas your other pressed the fake knife to Bucky’s neck, reminding him your little session wasn’t over until someone won. The two men gasped seeing you remain so composed but so willing at the same time. “Excuse us, Bob. We have a show to perform.” Bucky grabbed your arm and flung you to the middle of the training mat, remarkably landing on your feet. “Now he’s just showboating!” You told Bob, teasing Bucky who playfully growled.

He ran towards you and you leaped into the air, your legs wrapping around his torso as you spun and flipped him to the floor. You let out a laugh and Bob didn’t know what to do so clapped instead of what he wanted to do which was whipping off his sweats and touching himself at the scene unfolding before him. “Fuck!” Bucky groaned and tried standing back up but you turned him over and grabbed your rope. He knew he had lost now. You placed his hands behind his back and Bob watched in awe effortlessly you bound Bucky.

And just how much he would have loved that.

“I win,” you rolled Bucky back over and stuck your tongue out at him, your legs strangling his waist.

However, Bucky wasn’t backing down quite yet and thrusted his hips up making you moan in surprise and suddenly you were now on your back with him on top. He smirked, shooting a wink to Bob before taking your zipper that was near your neck between his teeth and slowly dragging it down beyond your cleavage and to your bellybutton. Showing enough skin to really rile both them up.

Bob thought the show in the kitchen you gave him was hot, but this was like he was thrown into a pool of lava.

You darkly laughed at the two of them and then used your strength in your legs to flip him back over. You left your suit unopened “Nuh uh, I always come out on top.” You were now straddling his chest. “You hear that Bob. Always on top.”

“Sometimes you cum on the bottom,” Bucky added and you smirked knowing that could be one of two options.

“Or in between…” Bob said which caught you both off guard.

You looked up to Bob “Well, since I’ve won, how do you think I should celebrate, Cutie?”

Bob looked between you and Bucky, a newfound, almost authoritative confidence surging through his veins.

“I think you should sit on his face.”

His straight to the point answer made both you and Bucky gawk.

“You heard me. Take off that hot as fuck suit and sit that pussy on his face.” He practically commanded. You quickly and wobbly stood up and removed your suit and underwear, both men groaning in pleasure at the sight. You felt very exposed especially with the two of them still fully dressed but a wave of excitement crashed over you.

You did as Bob asked as sat your pussy over Bucky’s eagerly awaiting opened mouth. You moaned feeling his hot tongue explore every inch of your wet folds. Your hands found his hair as you gripped onto him, he tried to free his own hands but with no luck from your tightly wound bound. “Oh fuck,” you groaned.

“That’s it, Bucky. Eat her out.” Bob stepped forward a little. “Ride his face, Y/N, rub that pussy all over his face. Get it nice and wet for me.” You were on the verge of cumming already from Bob’s words and Bucky’s talent.

You moved a little, doing a 180 turn to hold onto Bucky’s sides. Bucky’s mouth gasping for air at the opportunity. “Are you joining us or not?” He asked before you sat on him once more.

“Sor-sorry for watching. Again.” He near enough skipped forward, his palms sweating and being reminded that he always ran warm, even more so now.

“You like watching us, Bob?” You asked, toying with your breasts for him.

He let out a choke disguised as a laugh. “Can’t you tell…? Got a fucking boner from you guys just fighting. Anything you both do is hot as fuck.”

You giggled, his authoritative mask slipping a little to reveal the slutty little mess you both got to enjoy the week before. “Well you wanna practice fighting still or you wanna fuck? Although I think your dick has spoken for you.” You nodded towards his crotch with a smile.

He came over and kissed you, his hands roaming all over your body, his fingertips gently pinching your nipples and making you moan into his mouth. His lips trailed down your chest, his tongue now replacing his fingertips as it swirled over your nipples, leaving sloppy kisses in his path. You felt Bucky struggle under you, how much he wanted his arms to be free to embrace the pair of you. You saw the struggle his cock had too against the tight material. When your eyes locked onto it, Bob’s gaze then followed.

“You should give him a hand…or a mouth.” You grinned between moans.

Bob gulped and nodded, moving down Bucky’s body, his shaky hands undid his belt and with a deep breath, pulled down his tactical gear to his knees. “Fuck…” he breathed out. No matter how many times he saw you both, you were as fucking gorgeous as the last.

You saw him hesitating. “Cutie?” You called out for him. “Everything alright?” You and Bucky both slowed too, wanting to make sure he was okay.

He lowly laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s just…I’ve never sucked anyone off before.” He shrugged.

His innocent inexperience made your heart burst. “Aww,” you cupped his cheek and stroked your thumb over his skin. “That’s alright! Bucky loves a first timer, don’t you sweetie?”

“I sure fucking do, honey.” He said once you moved allowing him to answer and catch his breath. “Don’t worry Bob, she’ll tell you everything I love. There’s no wrong, just wanna feel your mouth on me.”

Bob felt the nerves ease, something he now realised the two of you always effortlessly did. You moved from Bucky’s mouth and Bob watched as you hovered over him. “Don’t worry, Bob, I’ll get him warmed him up for you.” Your lips met his as you sat yourself on Bucky’s cock. The two of you moaning at the sensation. You didn’t move, you kissed Bob as Bucky’s cock twitched inside you. “Oh he’s so excited for you,” you moaned against his lips and then moved off him, taking your rightful place on a throne otherwise known as Bucky’s mouth.

Bob bent down, his lips meeting Bucky’s head before biting the bullet and almost swallowing him whole. He moaned tasting the remains of you on him mixed with his salty pre-cum. “Fuck! Fucking fuck!” Bucky roared into your folds which made you cry out in pleasure.

“Just like that Bob, use your tongue to lick him too, he loves that so much.” He responded to your guidance, moaning against Bucky’s cock and feeling it hit the back of his throat when it twitched with pleasure. Bob gagged and you both let out a gruff at the gorgeous noise, you could feel yourself about to cum on Bucky’s face, that tightening coil in your stomach only wound more from the sight of Bob pleasuring Bucky with his mouth and continuing to gag on his cock. Bob looked up to you through his eyelashes and that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with an almighty scream, Bucky frantically eating you to the point where you had to roll off from sheer overstimulation. You lay on the floor catching your breath before finding enough strength to crawl to Bob.

Bucky’s head fell back, his jaw tight and his eyes closed, Bob’s pace quickened, eager to please him all while mentally wishing he had done this sooner. Your trembling fingers reached to the waistband of his sweats and you reached in, pulling them down as you did before finding his hardened cock and stroking it. Bob moaned against Bucky and the vibration that ran through his body made him groan loudly, cumming in Bob’s mouth. “Sh-shit! Oh god, yes! Fucking yes!” He yelled as he came.

“Swallow, as much as you can, Bob” you practically begged on Bucky’s behalf. “He loves it. He’ll always give you such a big load.” You watched as Bob’s Adams apple moved as he did as you asked, moaning loudly at the taste of Bucky and the fact you were touching him. “Good boy,” you praised and he let out a whimper from his lungs. “Such a good boy for us. You wanna cum on Bucky’s cock? Huh?” You asked batting your eyelashes. “When do we can both lick it all up and let him taste.” Bob struggled to nod.

“Y-y-yeah. Want that so much,” he struggled to speak even more than nodding.

You smiled watching him become undone by your hand, white ribbons of his cum decorated Bucky’s cock. The winter soldier found enough strength to moan again at the feeling. When Bob finished you both licked Bucky clean with your tongues before both going to his mouth and decanting a mixture of spit and Bob’s cum into his open mouth.

The three of you lay panting and catching your breaths on the floor, the boys keeping your naked frame warm with their bodies wrapped around it.

“You sure you never done that before?” Bucky tiredly chuckled asking Bob.

He breathlessly laughed. “Never. But fuck, I can’t wait to do it to you again.” He groaned.

You stood with a smile, pulling on your tactical gear again and helping Bob up when he reached out his hand. “Well after all that fun and excitement, I’m starved and in dire need of a shower.” You turned to Bob “You should join the team soon so they don’t get too suspicious,” you pecked his cheek.

“Uh what about-“ Bob looked to Bucky, still tied up on the floor with his pants to his knees.

“Nope!” You cut him off. “I won so he needs to figure his own way out of this very big, sweaty, cum soaked mess before anyone else comes in here…” you laughed walking away, leaving him struggling. Bucky looked at Bob pleadingly and he went to bend down to help, just having the chance to pull up his tactical gear and cover him more modestly before you came back, grabbed him by the neck of his sweatshirt and pulling him away. “I told you I won.”

Bucky groaned “I yield Y/N! I yield!”

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“I hate these things.” You complained, trying to fasten your necklace.

“The necklace or the party…?” Bucky laughed and helped your struggling hands, his own brushing against the back of your neck. “There you go,” he kissed the spot above the clasp.

“The party, so pointless, just a bunch of people flaunting about how influential they are- pisses me off.” You huffed, now organising your clutch.

Bucky breathily chuckled “You’re so hot when you’re pissed.” You swatted away his flirty tone, he came up and hugged you from behind, kissing your exposed shoulder and melting away the stresses inside you. “I don’t like them either but seeing you like this always makes them better, doll.”

Bucky walked away to grab his suit jacket, you had stopped fidgeting with your bag and blinked at the nickname. It was one you hadn’t heard in years.

“What?” You quietly said.

“What do you mean what?”

“You called me doll again.”

The room fell silent, a ghost of a smile appearing and then vanishing over his face. “Huh, guess I did.” He left the room before you could further question it, both of you unsure of what just happened.

You made your way to meet up with the rest of the team who were all gawking and gushing over outfits. Then all eyes fell to you and soft gasps filled the room, Bucky looked at you with a proud smile, Bob’s jaw dropped to the floor and your lover subtly nudged him to ensure he kept his cool around your other teammates. You looked him up and down, his crooked bow tie and his converse peeking out under the hem of his suit pants. He was a far cry from Bucky, but that’s what you liked.

“Hoo boy!” Alexei yelled whilst clapping. “Our lineup is beautifully complete with stunning Y/N!” You playfully rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his arm before twirling in your black, one shoulder dress with a cut exposing your leg to the world. “Let’s go! The red chariot awaits!”

You raised a brow “Will we all fit in the limo?” Alexei looked at you as if to say of course. “I mean between the half bottle of vodka and the Cheeto packets I’m sure we will all be as snug as bugs.” Bucky chuckled.

“There will be plenty of room!” He insisted.

“There will be if we all sat on top of each other,” Bucky quickly added. You and the two men you had your way with the day before sent each other a glance, holding back a smile.

“What else do you suggest we do? We all ride Bob?” John joked.

“Hmm could you imagine riding Bob? What a funny thought...” Bucky said in a dry tone looking at you and causing your face to become stoic.

Alexei waved his arms dramatically, not noticing the bubbling tension. “Ah she is robust enough to handle all of us!”

You laughed “As much as I’d love the limo, I’ll drive some of us in my car.”

Bobs hand flew up “I’ll go with Y/N.”

Bucky smirked “Going to have to change your shoes first, bud. Pretty sure they won’t let you in with converse on. He can ride with us, guys. You can go ahead, we will meet you there.”

Bob lightly jogged to fetch his smarter shoes, Alexei pleading with him. He turned around, still keeping his pace and using his hands to weigh up options. “Hmm….Sexy sports car versus a red limo with bullet holes in it…yeah. Sports car it is. Sorry Alexei! Besides my nights are never boring.” He winked to the group and everyone looked at him shocked. You and Bucky sent a side-eye glance to one another wondering just what you had unlocked within him.

You met with Bob in the garage, you and Bucky greeting him with a smile. You fixed his tie, straightening it out for him. “Ready?” You asked and he nodded, jumping in the back of the car as Bucky opened your door and then made his way to the passenger side.

“GPS says seven minutes away,” you started pulling out from the basement of the watchtower.

“Seven minutes in heaven…?” Bucky suggestively said while feeling up your exposed leg, Bob watching the two of you interact from the back seat, his palms already becoming clammy at the sight.

“You wish,” you mumbled under your breath, concentrating on the road. You looked to Bob in your rearview mirror, noticing he now had a book in his hand which he was engrossed in. “Whatcha reading, cutie?”

“Kama Sutra.”

You almost crashed the car at his nonchalant tone combined with his admission. Bucky choked on thin air.

Bob laughed “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you guys.” He mischievously giggled. “It’s just a booklet about the gala party we are going to tonight.” You tried to catch your breath and haphazardly laughed along with Bucky at his little prank. “Although I should probably read it. Might come in handy with the two of you.” His voice suddenly turned dark.

Your hands tightened around the steering wheel, trying to focus and concentrate on the streets of New York.

“We did it right where you’re sitting.” Bucky’s voice broke the silence.

Bob groaned, his hands feeling the soft leather that surrounded him, picturing your softer bodies there. “Fuck. That’s fucking hot. Can the two of you do me back here?”

You and Bucky both smirked “Anything you want, Bobby.” He replied.

When you arrived to the party Bucky helped you out of the car, supporting you by linking your arm in his. Bob walked behind you both intently watching as your hips perfectly swayed up the stairs. You glanced behind your shoulder noticing Bob’s eyes fixated on you both and whispered to Bucky who then looked too, smiling to himself noticing Bob’s entranced stare.

The team mingled with others throughout the evening, you found yourself on your own at one point looking at all the information plates that were tied to your past. You walked up to one, Steve’s original suit and sighed, your fingers discreetly touching the glass. “I still miss him too.” Bucky’s voice snapped you back to reality. “We can’t change the past.”

“Why’d you call me ‘doll’ again?” You quietly asked. “It’s been so long I almost forgot it,” you dryly laughed, not an ounce of humour in it. The nickname still played on your mind, one that he only dedicated to using around you with Steve all those years ago.

You watched as he tried to search for the right answer, his mouth gaping and then shutting. “I suppose I’m just really happy again.” He said reaching for your hand “I was always really happy before, with you, I always am. But having someone like Bob for us…I dunno feels like those old times that I didn’t know how much I missed until it happened.” His soft confessions in the quiet corner of the room made your heart swell.

“Bob reminds me of Steve in lots of ways.” You said, looking at the suit again.

“Hmm, me too.” He smiled to himself. “You okay?” He asked, always wanting to check in with you. You nodded your head and he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You wanna go home?” You nodded again. Bucky looked up, seeing Bob there. “Think someone wants to go home with us too…” you turned and saw him, you could see him mentally picturing you both with him again already.

“I think we should try something on him tonight. I noticed him get very excited when I used the ropes.” Bucky raised a brow at what you had said. “Maybe since he likes watching so much we tease him with that too…” your plan was vocally coming alive. “You up for that sweetie?” You asked Bucky in an angelic voice. He responded by practically dragging you and Bob back to the car.

The second the three of you arrived back to the tower and into your room your mouths were latched onto one another. Arms everywhere as you all tried to remove your clothing as quickly as possible.

“You both looked so fucking sexy tonight,” Bob moaned against Bucky’s lips.

“So did you, cutie. We just couldn’t wait to get you home.” You said with a smile, slipping out of your dress. “Fuck you senseless.” He loudly moaned into the air at your words. “We wanna play a little game with you tonight if you’re up for it?”

He nodded, willing to agree to anything, he just wanted to have you both again. Not even meth got him this high. “Everything, told you guys I wanted to do everything.”

You climbed off the bed and fished around in the drawer while the two men kissed and groped one another on the bed, shedding their clothes with each kiss until they were just in their underwear like you. You faced the bed, Bucky directing Bob’s attention to you. He saw you twisting a rope in your hand “I saw how much it got you excited. We wanna tie you up and have some fun with you.”

Bob was fairly certain he already came at your words with the noise he made. He usually ran warm, but he felt like he was on fire. “You done this before?” Bucky asked and he shook his head no. You and Bucky shared a look one of excited arousal and concern. “Let’s make a safe word, just incase.” He pecked his lips. You and Bob both agreed and pondered until he came up with one.

“Cucumber?” He said and you and Bucky chuckled.

“Cucumber it is,” you said wrapping the rope even tighter around your hand and throwing yourself on the bed. Bucky brought Bob’s arms to the bed frame and you wrapped the rope around his hands and wrists, tying him to the bed.

“Fuck…” he groaned as Bucky removed his underwear and then his own along with yours. You and Bucky lay either side of him and kissed every inch of his body before meeting at his cock. The two of you dragged your tongues across either side of his shaft, his hips involuntary jolting and rising up at the sensation. Bucky smirked and held them back down again, his tongue brushing against your own every so often as Bob’s moans reached the walls of your room. Bucky’s mouth surrounded his cock as you moved to Bob’s face.

“Open wide, cutie,” you demanded and his tongue eagerly awaited your dripping pussy. His arms shook, almost forgetting what state he was in. He just wanted to grab you both, hold you both, but the denial you had bestowed upon him was settling in. “Oh, oh fuck, Bob.” You moaned, Bucky’s eyes looking up and catching you sitting on Bob’s face.

“So fucking hot,” he moaned against Bob’s cock, now using his hand along with his mouth.

“He takes it like such a good boy doesn’t he, Buck?” You whined, jutting your hips against his head. “Such a good boy, Bob.” He moaned against you, always being so willing and eager to please. His throat became hoarse as he felt a rush through his body. “Shit, Buck he’s gonna cum already.”

Bucky pulled back with a gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while Bob practically screamed into your pussy as the sensation was suddenly taken away from him. You and Bucky laughed “Not that quick, Bobby.” Bucky warned “We want to play with you more.”

Bucky pulled you from his mouth and kissed you, Bob struggled against the rope. “You guys,” he whined “Please, please! Fuck!” He cried out as you and Bucky made out in front of him, your hands roaming all over each other suddenly making him feel a little left out. “Fuck me, god, please!” He begged.

“So needy,” you teased “So desperate to cum for us are you?” You and Bucky moved to either side of him and peppered kisses all over his face. Bob tried his best not to burst into tears from the fact he was about to burst in another way any moment now. “Hey Bucky?”

“Yes honey?”

Bob didn’t like the sound of this.

It was the sound of your plotting coming to its crescendo. “Since Bob loves watching us so much, let’s make him watch us fuck. Leave him on the bed, we’ll fuck over the top of him.”

Bucky wickedly smirked “Sure thing, doll.” He winked and your heart skipped a beat at the nickname again.

“Y/N please don’t do this! I’ve been so good! Do whatever you want but just do me right now too!” He pleaded, fully submitting himself to you both. You ignored him as you got on all fours above him. “Bucky! I’ll let you give me a facial or whatever you want! Just don’t listen to her! Just fucking touch me!”

Bucky barked out a laugh. “What makes you think I won’t do that anyway?” He said “Gonna fuck my Y/N and then coat you in my cum, let her clean it up.”

You pressed a kiss to Bobs lips as Bucky brought his hips forward, fucking you from behind. “Oh god! Fuck! So good. So. Fucking. Good!” You moaned, Bob struggled under you both. “You love watching us don’t you, cutie? Bet you wish it was you doing or getting this.” He frantically nodded “Bucky might even fuck you soon if you’re a good boy and if that’s what you want. You gotta prove that to him though. Takes him a little while to warm up to someone,” he forcefully spanked your ass. “FUCK!” The slapping of your two bodies almost made a tear slip from Bob’s eye. He wanted to break free from your bounds and reach you both. His hips levitated off the bed and you giggled at the sight of him being so desperate.

“Gonna cum so- shit! So fucking soon!” Bucky panted out, hands firmly gripping your hips. “Love having you on all fours for me, baby, so fucking hot! Ain’t she Bobby?”

“Fuck!” He let out a gritty scream “I’m gonna cum just like this,” he was on the verge of imploding, especially watching you cum above him, your eyes shutting, swears dripping from your lips and then your mouth forming the most perfect smile after you did.

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking cum too.” Bucky gently pushed you to the side, you placed your face with your tongue out beside Bob’s desperately wincing one as Bucky came over the two of you. “God, so fucking stunning with my cum on your faces. Clean him up Y/N.” You dragged your tongue over Bob’s features, licking up and savouring every last drop. Bob watched as Bucky licked yours, then hovering over him commanding that he opened his mouth which allowed him to spit his cum down Bobs throat. “Let’s finish him off together, Y/N. He’s gonna cum before we even touch him again.” You both chuckled at the sight of him wriggling and writhing with his arms above his head.

You and Bucky both brought your hands around his cock and watched him bathe in relieved pleasure. “Thank you so, so much,” he cried out “Oh god I’m gonna cum so fucking fast because of you guys.”

“Then be a good boy and cum,” your sultry tone made him release a feral moan.

“And then when you do, we won’t stop until we make you cum again. Gonna milk you dry, Bob.” Bucky darkly laughed as he watched the man on the bed let out a loud roar, his body almost fully lifted off the bed as he finally came over your hands. His cum lubricated your hands more, making a slick noise that filled the room between his moans.

His chest pulsating as you both kept pumping, his hands frantically trying to untie the rope. “Guys, I don’t know if I can again!” His voice was starting to pitch.

“Not with that attitude you won’t,” Bucky said, intently watching Bob’s twitching cock.

“Yeah, cutie, thought you wanted to cum for us so badly…” your sweet voice sent Bob over the edge again, his cock suddenly spilling out again as tears of pure pleasure slipped from his eyes. “Good boy!” You praised “Let’s get him all cleaned up, Buck.”

You unraveled his hands, his arms having no strength to move as he desperately caught his breath again. Bucky brought a wet flannel to cool him down. Bob was shaking as shockwaves of pleasure continued pulsating throughout his body. “The two of you…something else. Something…so fucking perfect.” He said with each breath.

You gently placed back on his underwear before you grabbed yours and Bucky’s, crawling into the bed together with Bob. “You okay, doll?” He asked you and you nodded with a smile, asking him the same and getting a nod and wink in response.

The three of you closed your eyes, limbs lazily draped over each other as Bob enjoyed being sandwiched between you both as the three of you caught your composure again. “What are we?” Bob suddenly asked you and Bucky.

Your eyes met with Bucky’s and you blinked, not ever being asked that question before. “What do you mean?” Bucky asked.

“The three of us.” Bob replied.

You turned, looking up to him and resting your chin on his shoulder. “What would you like us to be?”

“I like this. I like all of us. I like you both.” He softly admitted.

Bucky mirrored your actions. “Then that’s what we’ll be.” He said “It will be us three.”

—•—

It was raining in New York, a dreary wet day with no sign of clearing up.

Everyone was lazing about in the living room, you were reading with a cover tossed over you, Yelena was on her phone, Bucky and John were arguing about something, Ava and Bob engrossed in a conversation about New York’s best pizza and Alexei was on his tablet, trying to get bookings for his limo service.

“Maybe we should all go on vacation?” Yelena suggested out of the blue. Your ears all perked up and smiles dashed across your faces.

“That sounds good!” You sat up a little more “Somewhere warm.”

“With a pool!” Ava requested.

“All you can eat buffet!” Alexei added. You all looked at him with a raised brow.

“Vacation sounds nice.” Bob spoke up, his fingers twiddling together, it made you and Bucky smile. He was wearing one of Bucky’s tight black tops which you were on the verge of ripping off, seeing the two boys matching. You had a feeling they planned that just for you.

“Is anyone bringing anyone along?” John asked “I could maybe ask Olivia and she can bring the baby. Could be my chance to reconnect and get another opportunity with them again.”

“Sure, why not?” Alexei said before smiling to himself. “Maybe I can bring one of my many fancy lady friends…”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk “Any number times zero is still zero…” you playfully jibed and Alexei sent you a deadpanned glare before standing up and rushing towards you, throwing you over his shoulder causing you to scream and laugh in response. “Put me down!” You giggled and he tossed your back on the sofa as the others laughed with you both.

Ava turned to Bob again. “Who would you take Bob?” She asked and he shrugged a shoulder. “Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Any friend?”

He nervously smiled and played with the hem of his gifted top. “You guys are my friends. I’ll go with you guys, wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.” He said, eyes darting between you and Bucky. The team felt a rush of content at his kind words.

You and Bucky felt something different entirely.

Bucky bit down on his lip and suddenly stood up, looking at both you and Bob. “Well, I’ll start looking out my speedos.”

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PART 3- ‘cumming’ soon 😉

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BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED (pt. 2)

pairing jason todd x gender neutral reader

the red hood is all sharp edges and violence—but with you? he's just jason. aching. tender. hands that break bones cradling your face like you’re something sacred. and tonight, he doesn’t want worship. he wants to be ruined by it.

jason was everywhere.

he was beneath you, squirming—hips twitching, breath ragged, fingers digging into the couch cushions like he’s clinging to the last shred of his self-control. his face is flushed, lips parted around broken little noises, eyes glassy with desperation as he stares up at you. yours. all yours.

you’d told him to stay still, to be good, and fuck if he isn’t trying. his thighs tremble under your touch, muscles taut as you drag your nails down them, slow and teasing, before circling back to his cock. it’s thick and heavy in your hand, leaking against your palm, the tip flushed an angry red. you swipe your thumb over it, smearing precum, and he chokes, hips jerking off the couch before he forces them back down.

“fuck—fuck,” he grits out, head tipping back, throat working around a swallow. his chest heaves, sweat-slick in the dim light, and you can’t resist leaning down to lick a stripe up his length, slow and filthy. his groan is wrecked, hands fisting the cushions so hard the fabric threatens to tear.

“look at you,” you murmur, lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath the head. “so pretty like this. all mine.”

he whimpers, high and desperate, and you can see the way his resolve cracks—the way his fingers twitch like he wants to grab you, to shove you down and take what he needs. but he doesn’t. he just takes it, lets you tease him until his legs shake and his breath comes in short, punched-out gasps.

you don’t let up. you swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting salt and heat, before sinking down, down, until his cock hits the back of your throat. his hips jerk, a strangled “shit—!” tearing from his lips, and you pull off just to watch him unravel a little more.

“please,” he begs, voice ragged, fingers twitching like he’s aching to touch. “c’mon, baby, i’ve been good—fuck, i’ve been so good—”

you hum, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, stroking slow. “yeah? you wanna come?”

he nods frantically, lashes fluttering, and you can feel how close he is—the way his thighs tense, the way his stomach clenches. but you don’t give it to him. not yet.

instead, you lean in, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, and whisper, “then beg for it.”

“please,” he whines, hips jerking up into your touch, but you tighten your grip just enough to still him. his breath comes in short, sharp gasps, fingers twisting in the fabric of the couch like he’s holding himself back from grabbing you. “fuck—please, sweetheart, i need it—need you—”

you drag your tongue over the head of his cock, slow, teasing, and he chokes, back arching off the couch. “god, please—i can’t—please let me come,” he sobs, voice cracking, and you can see the way his chest heaves, the way his abs tremble with the effort of holding back.

“such a pretty mess for me,” you murmur, kissing the tip before pulling away entirely, watching the way his face crumples in desperation. “c’mon, jay. one more time.”

he sobs out a laugh, ragged and wrecked, but his voice is nothing but raw need when he whispers, “please, baby—i’ll do anything, anything, just—fuck—let me come—”

and who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?

you finally take pity on him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock and sinking down in one smooth motion, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. his back arches off the couch, a broken cry tearing from his throat as his hands fly to your hair—not pushing, not forcing, just holding, like he’s scared you’ll disappear and leave him in such a state. his thighs tremble under your palms, muscles taut as bowstrings, and you can feel the way his stomach clenches, the way his breath comes in ragged, punched-out gasps.

“gonna—fuck—” his warning is slurred, voice thick with pleasure, but you don’t pull away. you hum around him instead, the vibration wringing a choked-off sob from his chest, and swallow him down until his thighs shake and his grip turns desperate, fingers twisting in your hair. his hips jerk up involuntarily, seeking more, always more, but you press him down with a hand on his stomach, keeping him pinned to the couch as you work him over with slow, filthy drags of your tongue.

he’s babbling now, curses and pleas spilling from his lips in a wrecked stream—“please, please, oh god, fuck—”—and you can taste the salt-bitter precum on your tongue, feel the way his cock twitches against it, so close. his abs flex under your palm, his whole body coiled tight like a spring, and when you hollow your cheeks and suck just right, his fingers tighten almost painfully in your hair, his voice cracking around your name as he spills down your throat with a shuddering groan.

you milk him through it, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock, swallowing every last drop until he’s whimpering, oversensitive and boneless against the cushions, his chest heaving like he’s just run a mile. you don’t stop until he’s tugging weakly at your hair, until his breath is coming in ragged gasps and his legs are twitching with the aftershocks. and when you finally pull off with a soft pop, his dazed, half-lidded gaze meets yours—full of something awed and reverent, like you were the one who had hung up the stars in the night sky. his hand reaches for you, clumsy and shaking, thumb brushing your swollen lips like he can’t believe you’re real.

“c’mere,” he mumbles, voice wrecked, tugging you up his body until you’re straddling his waist. his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck with a shuddering sigh. his lips are warm where they press against your skin, lazy and open-mouthed, like he’s trying to kiss you without moving an inch.

“love you,” he slurs, half-delirious, fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. “fuck, love you so much.”

you laugh, soft and fond, carding your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. “i know, jay.”

he nips at your collarbone in retaliation, but there’s no heat behind it—just the quiet, contented rumble of a man who’s been thoroughly ruined. and when you shift to kiss him, slow and sweet, he melts into it like he’s got no bones left, like you’ve unraveled him down to his very core.

his breath is warm against your lips when he murmurs, “you’re never lettin’ me live this down, are you?”

you grin, biting his bottom lip just to hear him whine. “not a chance, my love.” jason swore he was in heaven for a second.

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jason was everywhere.

big, warm palms sliding up your thighs, calloused fingers tracing the dip of your waist, his touch burning through the thin fabric of your clothes. he’s relentless in the best way—mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver.

it hadn’t even been an hour since your little rendezvous on the couch, but now the two of you were tangled in bed, limbs woven together like you’d never known how to exist apart. his knee nudged between yours, his hips pressing down just enough to draw a whine from your throat.

"you took care of me earlier," he murmurs, forehead resting against yours, breath warm and uneven. "let me take care of you now."

his mouth finds your throat again, tongue dragging slow and wet over your pulse. you gasp, fingers twisting in his hair, tugging just to hear the way his breath hitches.

“jason—”

“yeah, sweetheart?” his voice is rough, wrecked already, lips brushing over your skin like he’s savoring the way you tremble for him. “tell me what you want.”

you don’t even know where to start. not when he’s looking at you like that—eyes dark, lashes fluttering, lips parted and glistening. not when his hands are so careful, so reverent, like you’re something fragile. something holy. the same hands that break bones and pull triggers, the same hands that caught you when you stumbled into his life years ago, the same hands that learned you like a scripture—each touch a whispered prayer, each scar a verse only they could trace.

“you,” you whisper, arching into him. “just you.”

he lets out a shaky breath, nose brushing against yours. “you got me. always.”

and then his mouth is on yours again, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. his hands slip under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your ribs, and you can feel the way his fingers tremble—like he’s holding back, like he’s afraid he’ll ruin you.

“jason,” you murmur against his lips, hands sliding down to grip his wrists. “i’m not gonna shatter.”

he huffs a laugh, but it’s breathless, uneven. “could’ve fooled me.”

you roll your eyes, but your heart stutters when he leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. then your jaw. then your throat. each one lingering, tender, like he’s trying to map out every inch of you with just his lips. his. all his.

“seems like i'm not doing enough,” he mutters, playful, teeth grazing your collarbone. “what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

“just wonderin’ how the red hood got so good with his mouth,” you tease, gasping when he bites down in retaliation, his teeth sharp against your skin.

he pulls back just enough to smirk at you, all sharp edges and boyish arrogance. “years of practice, darlin’. (liar. it's only been a year.) and you—” his hand slides down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants, “—you’re my favorite subject.”

your breath catches. “flatterer.”

“nah,” he murmurs, kissing you again, slow and filthy. “just honest.”

his touch is deliberate, unhurried, like he’s got all the time in the world to learn you. to worship you. his hands are gentle when they push your shirt up, when his palms slide over your bare skin, warm and rough and perfect. you shiver, biting your lip when his thumb brushes over your nipple, the touch feather-light, teasing.

“so pretty,” he murmurs, voice low, worshipful. “fuck, look at you.”

you flush under his gaze, under the way his eyes drag over you like he’s starving. like he’s trying to memorize every beauty mark, every curve, every hitch of your breath. his mouth follows the path of his hands—lips pressing against your sternum, your ribs, the soft swell of your stomach. each kiss feels like a brand, like a promise.

“jason,” you whine, hips lifting off the bed when his teeth graze your hip bone.

“i got you,” he soothes, hands sliding under your thighs, pushing them apart just enough to settle between them. his breath is hot against your inner thigh. “just let me take care of you, yeah?”

you nod, fingers tightening in his hair, and then—

his mouth is on you, hot and wet and perfect, and you swear you see stars. he’s relentless, tongue working slow, then fast, like he’s savoring every sound you make. his hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you glance down, his eyes are locked on yours—dark, desperate, like he’s drowning in you.

“fuck,” you gasp, back arching off the bed. “jason, please—”

he hums, the vibration making you whimper, and then his fingers are there, pressing inside you, curling just right. your hips jerk, a broken moan tearing from your throat, and he groans against you like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, lips brushing over you before sucking gently. “let go for me, baby. wanna feel you.”

you do.

your thighs tremble, your back bowing off the bed as you come, his name a prayer on your lips. he doesn’t stop—not until you’re squirming, oversensitive, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders.

when he finally pulls back, his lips are slick, his chin glistening with spit and you, and he looks so fucking proud of himself that you can’t help but laugh, breathless and giddy, your thighs still trembling where they bracket his hips.

“shut up,” he grumbles, but he’s grinning as he crawls up your body, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it should be gross, but it’s just—jason. yours.

his hands slide under your thighs, hitching them higher around his waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight. the first brush of his cock against you has you both gasping—him in a sharp, punched-out exhale, you in a shuddering whimper that dissolves into his mouth. he’s hot, almost feverish where he nudges against you, and the drag of him is just shy of too much, too soon.

“fuck,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours, his voice ragged with something like reverence. “you’re—shit, you’re really—”

you know what he means. you’re stretched, prepped, dripping for him, but the second he starts pushing in, it’s like lightning up your spine, white-hot and dizzying. his hips stutter, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, and the stretch burns just right, just enough to make your toes curl. when he bottoms out, his entire body shudders, a broken noise catching in his throat like he’s the one being ruined. you both groan in unison, your nails scraping down his back as he presses in deeper, like he’s trying to carve out a space inside you and stay there forever.

“jesus,” he chokes, hips twitching like he’s already close. his lashes flutter, his mouth falling open, and you can feel him—thick, hot, right there—and it’s too much and not enough all at once.

you claw at his back, arching. “move, c’mon—please,”

he does, slow at first, dragging himself almost all the way out before sinking back in with a broken sigh. his kisses are messy, uncoordinated, lips dragging over your jaw, your throat, like he’s trying to map you by touch alone. “so good,” he mumbles against your skin, “fuck, you feel—fuuuck—”

but then his rhythm starts to falter, his thrusts turning uneven, and you can tell he’s holding back, his muscles coiled tight. you dig your heels into his ass, urging him deeper. “jason. please.”

something snaps.

one moment he’s gentle, almost sweet, and the next his hand is pinning your wrists to the bed, his hips slamming into yours with a force that punches the air from your lungs. you cry out, but he swallows the sound with a kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips as he fucks you into the mattress.

“that’s it,” he growls, his voice rough, wrecked. “take it, c’mon—taking me so well, wanted you like this, wanted to ruin you—”

you’re so close you can’t think, can’t breathe, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra. his pace is brutal now, the bed creaking, his sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. and when his hand tangles in your hair, giving it a firm tug, it’s over—you’re coming with a sob, your body clamping down around him, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.

for a second, all you hear is his ragged breathing, the way his heartbeat thunders against your chest. then he collapses on top of you, boneless, his lips brushing your shoulder. his weight is warm, grounding, and you wrap your arms around him, fingers tracing idle patterns down his spine. he shivers, pressing closer, his breath slow and uneven against your skin.

“...holy shit,” he mutters, voice rough and wrecked.

you laugh, weak and dazed, and he huffs against your skin, pressing one last kiss there. like a promise. like a secret. his fingers skim your side, tender now where they were desperate before, and you melt into him, sighing as his thumb brushes over your hipbone.

“stay,” you murmur, barely a whisper.

he doesn’t answer—just nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his exhale warm and steady. and really, he doesn’t need to. you already know.

2.7k words!!! let's go!!! my first smut ever, so i hope you guys don't judge too much. i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, sooo... i definitely did not do my research here and just binge read a bunch of smut on here. definitely not...

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