#my standards r still pretty damn low and i fully expect some of it to be a mediocre experience bc It's Pokemon but

[quirkle2]

one hour until pokemon scar it and violent are released here lads how are we fuckin feeling

[a-splash-of-stucky]

Interrupted [2/3]

Pairings: Bucky x Steve || Bucky x Steve x Reader

Summary: You fall asleep during a movie night with the boys. They discover your little secret.

Warnings: Oral sex (f/r and m/r), mildly dom!Steve, sex dreams, mentions of masturbation, threesome

Notes: Yeah, so this was written a long while back and has just been sitting in my drafts folder ever since. Forgive me if the smut is shit. 

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Nearly a week has passed since you accidentally walked in on Steve and Bucky doing unspeakable acts in the bedroom. Well, their living room. The tension between the three of you is palpable — more so with you and Steve, than anything else. He avoids you wherever possible, trying his damn hardest not to make eye contact or exchange more than a few terse sentences.

You’re not offended. Steve values his dignity, and beyond that, his privacy; his reaction is what you expected it to be. Though he’s not talking to you, Bucky has assured you that Steve’s not mad, he just needs time to buildup his self-confidence again. The Cap’ll come around, at some point.

Bucky, on the other hand, is a different story. Now that you’ve seen him fully in the nude, he seems to have even more of a throwaway attitude when it comes to his body, sparring without his shirt when he’s in the gym with you, or wearing jeans that leave little to the imagination. Every now and then, he’ll flash you a knowing, cocky wink that leaves you all kinds of hot and bothered.

Truth be told, you’re hot and bothered around him — and Steve — most of the time, anyways. Since that fateful day, you’ve hardly been able to get thoughts of them out of your head — the sinful kind, especially.

It’s not like they’re not complicit in that issue, what with Steve walking around the compound in his nipple-baring, too-tight shirts, and Bucky lounging about in sweats that make it blatantly clear that he has forgone his boxers. You find yourself checking them out more, eyes straying father south than is perhaps appropriate, lingering on the bulge in their pants for a beat too long.

And nearly every night, you find yourself sprawled out in bed, one hand buried between your legs, hips grinding onto your fingers as various fantasies of you, Steve and Bucky play out in your mind.

———————

Steve corners you just as you come out of the lift.

“Y/N,” he starts, shoving both hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocking back and forth on his feet.

“‘’Sup, Steve?” you ask, leaning casually against the wall.

“I—look, things have been…kinda awkward, between us,” Steve says, running a hand through his blonde hair. “We—Bucky and I were wondering if you’d like to come over and watch a movie. Y’know, like we always do. To—to clear things up,”.

“I’d love to, Steve,”, you reply, a slow smile creeping over your lips.

He grins, bright and happy, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. “Great! Tonight? Our room?”

You snort. “As long as you promise to sanitise the couch,”.

Steve’s jaw drops open, eyes bulging out of his head and cheeks turning an alarming shade of pink. “Y/N—I—we wouldn’t—,” he sputters, aghast.

You burst out laughing, catching yourself on his shoulders as your entire body shakes. “I’m only joking, Steve,” you wheeze, “Oh my god, your face,”.

“You’ll pay for that,” he grumbles, roughly shrugging off your hands. “So. Tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah. See ya,”.

You watch him walk away with a slight spring in his step, clearly relieved to have resolved some of the lingering uneasiness between you.

———————

“You made popcorn, right?” you ask, collapsing lengthways onto Steve and Bucky’s couch with a quiet oomph, savouring the feel of sinking into marshmallow-soft cushions.

Bucky snorts indignantly. “What am I, your slave?” he gripes, even as he carries two gigantic bowls brimming with popcorn over — super-soldier metabolism requires triple the standard portion size — and sets them on the coffee table in front you. Bucky lifts your feet up, then sits himself down, draping your legs over his thighs. A freshly showered Steve appears from the bedroom, hair still a little damp. He plops himself by your head and you snuggle up to him, turning onto your side so that Steve can manoeuvre his legs around your body. You settle comfortably between his legs, pillowing your head on his — surprisingly soft — pecs.

As Steve grabs the remote and sets the TV up, your gaze flickers to Bucky, who is looking at Steve with an expression of intense longing. Something in your gut twists at the sight, and you mentally chastise yourself for being so clueless. “Oh, sorry—am I cockblocking you? If you guys wanna cuddle—,”.

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Steve reassures you, petting your hair gently, “Bucky and I cuddle all the time. He’s greedy like that,”.

“Yeah, well, Steve’s greedy for—,”

“No!” you cry, sharply poking Bucky in the thigh with your toe. “I do not want to know how that sentence ends,”.

(Actually, you kind of do, but you’re not going to admit that to either of them. They’d never let you live it down.)

Bucky shrugs indifferently. “Suit yourself,”.

“FRIDAY, could you dim the lights?” Steve calls, as the opening credits flicker across the screen.

A comfortable peace settles over the room. You’ve had a long day, so it’s no surprise that within the first ten minutes, your eyelids are already beginning to droop, your body lulled by the steady rise and fall of Steve’s chest and the soothing coolness of Bucky’s metal fingers tracing idle patterns on your calf. You press your cheek into Steve’s chest and allow yourself to drift off, knowing that you’re in safe hands.

———————

“Oh—oh my god, yes, Bucky,” you moan, as he hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you down onto his face. Your thighs are straddling either side of his head, and you resist the urge to clamp them shut, not wanting to suffocate him. His tongue darts out, lapping at your slick folds, drinking up your arousal like a man dying of thirst. You yelp, both hands fisting in the sheets to steady yourself.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky growls, swiping his tongue into your entrance, “Tastes so damn good,”. Bucky flicks his tongue across your clit, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

Steve stands in front of you, naked, his blonde hair darkened with sweat, his chest and neck flushed a deep, alluring shade of red. He’s got his large hand wrapped around his thick cock, fist running up and down the length in sure, leisurely strokes; you’re entranced by the motion. Your eyes are torn between staying open to watch him, or fluttering shut under the pleasurable assault of Bucky’s mouth.

“You wanna lick it, Y/N?” Steve asks, voice dark and raspy, just like it was on that day you saw him with Bucky. He walks closer, coming to the edge of the bed, standing until he is fisting his cock just inches from your face. If you crane your neck forward, you can probably capture the head between your lips. You refrain from doing so, though, choosing instead to focus on the entrancing beauty of Steve’s cock in his fist, noting how the head is almost purplish in hue, the slit drooling with pre-come that also coats the back of his knuckles.

Your mouth is salivating at the sight.

Steve cups your chin and tilts your head upwards, forcing you to look at him, just as Bucky sucks your clit between his lips, ripping a low moan from your throat. “You wanna lick it, baby?” Steve asks again, more insistently this time.

You wet your lips and nod your head. “Y-yes, Steve. Please, S-s-steve,” you whisper.

“Good girl,”.

He brings that glorious dick to your mouth, rubbing the sticky head back and forth over your closed lips, coating them in his earthy, musky flavour. Steve’s heady scent fills your nostrils, setting off a flare of arousal in your groin, which is then amplified by Bucky sliding two fingers into your sex. “Open up, babygirl,” Steve rasps, and you do, relaxing your jaw so that Steve can slowly feed you every inch of his cock.

You imagine that the three of you must make quite the pretty — and pornographic — picture, with you on your hands and knees, Bucky’s head between your thighs and Steve’s dick in your mouth. You don’t care how debauched it looks; you’re in heaven, and that’s all that matters.

———————

“Ste-eve,” you moan, butting your head insistently against him.

Steve glances at you. Your eyes are still closed and your face is relaxed with sleep, so his brow furrows in confusion. “Y/N? Are you—what’s up?”

“Fuck me,” you mumble softly, nuzzling into his muscled chest. The words are barely audible, but his hearing is enhanced, so of course he picks it up. Steve’s eyes widen in astonishment, mouth gaping open at what you’ve — knowingly or not — just said. His gaze flicks towards Bucky, whose expression is as equally amused, eyebrows so high up his forehead, they’ve almost disappeared into his hairline. Bucky meets Steve’s eyes and snickers quietly at Steve’s horrified expression.

“You heard that, right?” Steve whispers urgently.

Bucky replies with a firm nod.

“Yessss—mmm Bucky,” you slur, licking your lips and twisting around in your sleep. “Righ’ there, mmm,”.

It’s now Bucky’s turn to be taken aback. Movie entirely forgotten, he shifts his focus to you, roaming his eyes up and down your body. Bucky notes the almost imperceptible squirming of your hips, the slight flush on your cheeks, the way you periodically bite your lip and tip your head back, baring your neck in a most enticing manner. The visual, accompanied by the sounds spilling out of your mouth, leave him with no doubt as to what kind of dream you’re having.

“Unh—yeah, mmm, don’t stop,” you mutter, reaching one hand up to half-heartedly paw at your breast.

Steve chokes on air. “Is she—,”.

“Yup,” Bucky says quickly.

This is not the first time the boys have seen you talking in your sleep. In fact, it happens often enough that they tease you mercilessly about it. This, however, is the first time you’ve had this particular kind of dream with them around.

Steve clears his throat to get Bucky’s attention. “Should we—do we wake her up?” he whispers.

Bucky shakes his head, “No. Let’s see where this goes,”

“Bucky,”.

“Steve,”, Bucky mimics, arching one eyebrow.  

“We can’t do that to her,” Steve says firmly, “It’s not…it’s an invasion of privacy!”

Bucky scoffs. “Need I remind you that she barged in on us?”

“That was an accident!” Steve protests, cheeks flushing hot at the memory.

“Ohhhhh!” you whisper-moan, back arching off the couch a little. The motion has Steve’s gaze snapping back towards you. He’s paranoid that you’re going to wake up suddenly and be horribly embarrassed when you realise what has just transpired — he doesn’t want you to have to experience that.

Bucky sighs, reaching over your body to squeeze Steve’s hand. “Look, Steve, just let her sleep it out. We’ll have a chat with her when she wakes up,”, he soothes.

It is at this moment that you let out a particularly loud groan, spreading your legs wider as you writhe against Steve’s body. “Yeahhh,” you sigh, “Mmmm…jus—jus’ like that,”. The gentle undulations of your ass against his crotch has Steve biting his lip to hold in a moan of his own. To his abject dismay, he finds his cock responding to your movements, fattening up in his sweats.

If you were to awaken now, he’d be in a highly compromising position. Steve shoots a pleading look in Bucky’s direction.

“Aw, baby, is she getting you worked up?” Bucky teases, mouth quirking into a smug, lopsided grin.

Steve rolls his eyes impatiently. “Yes,” he huffs. “Please can we wake her up?”

“No,” Bucky repeats, “We’ll have a talk with her when she wakes up, and when it’s over, whatever the outcome is, I’lll dick you so hard you’ll forget your name,”.

Steve narrows his eyes and grinds his teeth, considering the offer and wondering if he should put up more of a fight. In the end, he sighs resignedly and slouches further into the couch, trying to move his rapidly swelling dick away from your ass. “Fine,” Steve huffs, “I’m holding you to that,”.

“Yes, baby!” you moan, hand blindly reaching out to grab something, which just happens to be Steve’s thigh.

Bucky chuckles at Steve’s long-suffering sigh. “And here I was, thinkin’ we could have a nice, uneventful movie night,” Steve grouses, like the century-old man he is.  

———————

When you come awake, your brain is groggy, the last vestiges of the all-too-realistic dream still clinging to your mind. You turn your face towards the TV, noting how the movie is almost at its end, the bright lights casting flickering shadows on the walls. You breathe deeply, and immediately regret the action because you inhale a lungful of Steve’s clean, crisp scent, which only serves to fuel the fire between your thighs.

You sigh internally. That dream has got you more worked up than you’ve been in a while. You need to make your escape soon, to ‘relieve’ yourself. Of all the times to have a dream like that, of course it had to happen when you’re sandwiched between Steve and Bucky.

Thinking about being sandwiched between two super-soldiers does not help your situation.

Bucky’s gaze falls on you and, he smiles, noticing that you’re awake. “Hey, there, sleepyhead,” he murmurs, “Missed the whole movie,”.

You hum sleepily in response, scrubbing the back of one hand over your eyes.

In a flash, Bucky has crawled over you, caging you in with his forearms, a wolfish grin on his lips. You move to back away, but there’s no where for you to go, trapped as you are between Steve’s legs and chest. You let out an undignified squeak.

“B-bucky?” you stutter, “What’re you…doing?”

“Had a nice dream, doll?”

You swallow, a sinking feeling settling low in your stomach because you have a feeling you know where this conversation is going. “Uh-huh,” you squeak.

“What was it about?” he asks innocently, eyes still trained on your face.

“N-nothing,”.

“Nothing, eh?” Bucky echoes, cocking his head to the side. He looks up at Steve, above you, “Did it look like nothin’ to you, Stevie?”

“It did not,” Steve replies, chest rumbling with the low baritone of his voice.

You groan, throwing your hands over your eyes because you can’t bear to look at Bucky whilst you say this. “Fine,” you grit out, “I was having a sex dream, okay? Forget about it,”.

“And…who was this sex dream, about, Y/N?” Bucky asks. Your body stiffens, so Steve rubs his large palm up and down your upper arm to soothe you.

“Did—did I sleep talk?” you ask quietly, peeking at Bucky from between your fingers. At his nod, you sigh frustratedly, feeling the hot, mortifying blush spread over your cheeks and down your neck. “I can’t believe this,”, you mutter.

“D’you wanna talk about it, sweetie?” Steve asks, tone concerned and tender, holding no note of playfulness in it whatsoever. You’re glad you can’t see his expression, because you don’t think your heart can cope with much more than this; you’re pretty much a nervous wreck.

You keep the heel of your palms pressed to your eyes as you speak. “Ever since—the incident that shall not be named…I…I’ve been thinking about you. Two. Together. Sometimes with me. And…yeah. It’s—I’ve—,”.

“You’ve been touchin’ yourself to it?” Bucky asks, voice low and husky, sending arousal pooling in your gut.

“Bucky,” Steve chides exasperatedly.

“No, it’s okay, Steve. Yes, Bucky. I have,”, you admit.

Steve sucks in a breath behind you, and Bucky whistles through his teeth. “That’s hot, doll,”. Bucky breathes.

You pry your fingers off your eyes and look at him hesitantly. “You’re not mad?” you ask shyly.

“Mad?” Steve echoes, “Why would we be mad?”

“Truth is,” Bucky drawls, settling himself between your thighs, “We’ve…got a thing for you too, doll,”.

“What?” you gasp, sitting bolt upright, stunned.

Steve wraps his hand around your upper arm, pulling you back to his chest. “S’alright, sweetie, it’s just—we care for you, and you happen to be…uh…blessed on the looks side of things—,”

“You’re beautiful,” Bucky interjects, rolling his eyes at Steve’s roundabout way of saying things.

“—right, and we’re…if you’d like to…that is—we’d like to..um..heh, sleep with you,”, Steve finishes.

“As in…me? A threesome with me and you two?” you say slowly, gesturing between the three of you and looking to Bucky for confirmation.

Bucky nods. “Steve’s kinda inexperienced when it comes to the female anatomy. You wanna help him out with that?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathe, body flushing hot at the thought of being able to live out the fantasies that have haunted your every hour. “Taking Captain America’s virginity would—,”.

“I am not a virgin,” Steve interrupts, vexation apparent in his tone.

“You kind of are,” Bucky points out, “Virgin when it comes to the ladies,”.

“You act like one, that’s for sure,” you add, giggling when Steve half-heartedly punches your shoulder.

“So yeah?” Bucky asks, looking at you with hope glimmering in his eyes. “Let’s do it?”

“Wait, wha—now?”

He snorts, rolling off the couch to stand over you both, hands on his hips. “What, you busy? Shall I have FRIDAY clear some time in your schedule next week?”

“Jeez, okay, okay,” you huff, lust flaring deep within your core as the reality of the situation sinks in. You turn around to look at Steve, who’s biting his lip and looking at you with a mixture of adoration and desire in his eyes. “You okay with this?” you ask him.

“I’m game if you’re game,” Steve replies, “Don’t want you to feel obligated,”.

“Do you want this?”

Steve nods confidently.

“Do you want this, Bucky?” you ask, turning to the other man.

“Hell yes,” he growls, “You’re a pretty lil’ thing, Y/N, I wanna see what you got under there,”.

“And I want this too,” you say, clapping your hands together resolutely. “Great, consent sorted out, let’s move onto the fun stuff,”.

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