#sam wilson smut

[emmabannerrr]

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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sam wilson

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what i read in october

what i read in november/december - coming soon !

[ditsidoe]

say so

pairing: college football player!sam wilson x fem!reader

summary: you know athletes know how to get a girl in their bed and what to do with her in it...

wc: 2.6k

warnings: smut! unprotected p in v sex, cocky!sam tbh, def a little ooc, oral (f and m receiving), some misogynist thoughts and actions, thigh riding/grinding, spanking, slight spit play, nipple play, upside down activities for a split second, pet names, strong overuse of the word "baby," dirty talk, reader is able-bodied, if i missed anything please lmk!

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notes: this is based on a video i saw a bit ago that is stuck in my brain that i cannot find again... but i had no idea who to write for this i was trying to decide between like. 4 people LMAOOO.

The college football atmosphere was a thing of beauty. And the beauty only grew stronger when you had a winning team and stars to ogle.

Standing with your girlfriends in the student section, you jump up whenever someone makes a good play and leer over at the sidelines whenever there’s nothing really going on. Sure, football was a thing of beauty, but the players were even better. You weren’t quite sure who your friends were looking at, but you knew you were looking at star defensive back Sam Wilson. He smirked at another player before pushing his shoulder playfully.

“He is fine as hell,” one of your friends spoke mindlessly, dragging out the ‘l.’ The group must have had a mutual understanding of who she was talking about as all the other girls groaned out, “mhm.” As the offense was held to a 3 and out and the other team received the ball, you all watched as he jogged out onto the field. It was already fun to watch the team play, but he made it even better.

Sundays after games made the campus fun. With wins, it was like the campus was brand new. Smiles on everyone's face, the Sun shining bright (normally), and laughter ringing through cafes and plazas. You and your friends contributed to that laughter in the plaza as you sat on a blanket together laughing about something your friend Eva’s ex had posted on Instagram.

“Stop, stop, I’m actually gonna piss myself,” you laughed out. The laughter slowly dies down with a couple chuckles here and there before you excuse yourself to the restroom. You didn’t normally opt to go without a friend accompanying you, but the laughter had left you feeling slightly dazed and simply needy.

You admired the fresh air and greenery of the plaza on your walk from the nearest library, scratching an itch just behind your ear as you quickly checked the time while on the way back to your friends. On your brisk walk back, you were interrupted by a low whistle in your direction. These frat boys had no idea how to approach a woman. It was sick.

As you whipped your head around to see who this man thought he was, you felt your voice box shrivel up and die inside of you and your lungs expel all of the air inside of them. The man was Sam Wilson. While you knew cat-calling was gross and you’d probably slap any man who thought it was a compliment, this man was far from any man. This man was a celebrity crush of yours. It made your stomach twist to immediately write off his whistle after seeing his sculpted muscles up close and personal, but, man, were those muscles saying a whole lot more than any whistle could. 

“Damn, I see the face matches the body,” he smirked at you much more flirtatiously than you saw from the other day. That smirk lit a fire inside of you, heating up your whole body. You were genuinely speechless. What does one say when the guy they’ve been lusting over hits on them?

“Oh? Like what you see,” you question as you turn around fully. It sounded a little stupid in your head, but maybe stupid was what football players liked.

“Definitely, definitely,” he dragged out his words before biting into his lower lip and letting it slip from under his teeth. “How ‘bout you? You like what you see, baby?” He flexed his muscles and your brain short circuited.

“Oh, yeah. I’m doing more than just liking.” You feel your insides turn inside out as you scowl at your words internally. Sam gets a little closer, rubbing his hand on your arm. 

“Well, if you like it so much, why don’t you hand me that phone real quick then.” You think it over for a moment, being skeptical of handing anyone your phone, but what’s the worst that could happen. You unlock it before handing it over to the man in front of you. You watch nervously as he opens an app and types something in quickly. “Meet me at this address at 9, baby.” He winks before walking off, leaving you standing wide-eyed and stunned in the middle of the surprisingly empty sidewalk.

Gaining your bearings, you walk back to your friends slowly, eyes still widened and now glued to the ground. You reach the blanket and settle back down with you friends, surprise still evident on your face.

“Finally, we were starting to get worried about you,” Eva started, “wait, what happened? You look — like — really shocked.”

“Oh, I — um — well,” you struggled to find the words to explain what just happened to you, hardly understanding it yourself. “I think I’m going to Sam Wilson’s house tonight.” You stare off in the distance as your friends begin to squeal and ask for all of the gritty details of your adventure from the restroom. You swirl your tongue inside of your mouth as you listen to all of their questions, thinking forward to later that night.

“Ooh, you should wear this!” One of your friends holds up what is probably the shortest dress you own.

“Like it’s even gonna matter what she’s wearing. It’s all gonna end up on Sam’s floor anyways,” another friend chimes in from your bed. You drop your head down at her statement.

“Someone just hand me something that isn’t extremely short.” A random item of clothing gets sent flying into your head. “Perfect.”

You change into what was thrown at you before showing your friends, “How do I look?” You spin around to let them get a full view of your outfit.

“Oh my…”

“Come back to my place instead!”

“Ok, baddie!”

You smile brightly at your friends’ compliments, letting them drag you around your room touching up your hair and makeup, taking pictures along the way. You honestly think that they were more excited for this than you were with all the squealing and your racing heart. “Oh, it’s close to 9, let’s get you out that door, girl!”

Your friends practically shove you out of your dorm room with your belongings, leaving you to venture out on your own. As you stumble about from the nerves, you can’t help but feel like a giraffe first learning to walk in all of your awkwardness. You could only hope that the spark of confidence you had earlier ignites back the second you see him again. Hopefully, his cologne was some kind of confidence drug and aphrodisiac.

You knock on the door, impatiently waiting and picking at your nails. As you hear the creak of the door open, you pop your head up and straighten your posture, greeted by a shirtless man in black sweatpants. Sam Wilson. His physique was statuesque, sculpted by Michaelangelo. He must have noticed this, as he took your hand and ran it across his torso. You couldn’t believe what, or who, you were touching right now, but you knew you were in for a long, wonderful night.

He kept his hand on your wrist as he pulled you inside, closing the door with his free hand. He pushed you back up against the door just closed, leaning into your neck, kissing up from your collarbone to your ear. “I’m about to give you the best night of your life, baby,” he whispered, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you with ease. You silently praise the football weight training staff.

He carries you up some stairs into a bedroom, throwing you onto a bed as soft as a lover’s touch. He leans down, connecting your lips together harshly like a blizzard, yet the kiss was soft like snow. He disconnected your lips and kissed the corner of your lips, his own travelling down your neck. His hands then went to work. His strong hands pulled down your top before his lips could reach your nipples. His tongue circled your right nipple as his fingers toyed with the other. As he let his tongue lay flat against your nipple, you let out soft moans.

He stands straight from his position, rubbing his hand on your hip. “Take these off for me.” He lays a light slap on your hip. He takes a couple steps back and watches as you slip out of your clothes.

After you slip out of your own clothes, Sam slips out of his sweatpants and underwear before sitting on the bed against the headboard. You watch as he taps his inner thigh before motioning for you to get close to him. “You know what I want, sweetheart.”

You crawl towards him on the bed, stopping just as your mouth reaches his dick and looking up at him sensually before letting a glob of spit fall onto him. You use your tongue to wet the rest of his dick, swirling around the tip eliciting a groan from Sam. You take his tip in your mouth, bobbing up and down slightly to avoid gagging around him. “You like this dick, baby?” He asks, to which you let out a, “mhm,” around him, letting the vibrations move down him. “That’s what I thought,” he groaned out.

He pulled you off of him and laid you across the bed, climbing on top of you and lining his thigh up against you. He grinded his thigh up against you, occasionally rubbing your clit just right to elicit louder and louder moans from you that Sam used as a trophy of his own aptitude. And he wanted more. He grinded at a faster pace, feeling your slick allow him to move more languidly against you. You grew louder and louder quicker and quicker and just before you were borderline screaming he pulled back with a giant smirk on his face. “What? Feel good?” He chuckled.

He leaned forward to lick a stripe up to your belly button, looking up at you while he did so. He pulls you closer to him at the edge of the bed before licking another stripe along your cunt. He flips you around with ease, using his tongue on you while he rubs your clit. You let out a soft moan at the sensation before being pulled up. You let out a loud squeal as you feel yourself being pulled up into the air, your head dangling as Sam makes out with your cunt. “Holy shit,” you scream as the blood in your body rushes to your brain. You pump his cock a couple times before running your tongue along the top of it, your upside down position allowing you the perfect access to his dick. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations running straight to your clit. Sam bounces you up and down along his tongue as he holds you upside down, leaving you a moaning mess by his dick.

You begin to feel slightly lightheaded with all the blood rushing to your brain, tapping lightly on Sam’s thigh and hoping he takes the hint. Obviously, he does as he sets you on the bed gently, the softest he’s been of the night. You sit up on your elbows, bringing one arm out to stroke Sam softly. “You need this dick bad,” he questions.

“Give it to me, baby,” you seduced.

“Lost your manners?” You roll your eyes, whining quietly as you attempt to guide his dick to your entrance. In response, he tsks and slaps your hand away.

“Please,” you whine out impatiently.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He smirks with his statement before flipping you on your stomach. He slaps your ass harshly, leaving his hand to grope you and spread you apart. He lays another slap down before spitting into his hand and rubbing your pussy to wetten it further than it already was. “Get ready now,” you hear from behind you as you feel Sam’s tip slip inside of you teasingly slow. He teases, moving back and forth with just the tip in.

“Stop playing,” you moan out, wishing for him to go deeper already. He values your command, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Eventually, you feel his pelvis against your ass, but Sam stops all his movement.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this, babe,” he chuckles, leaving his hips halted. He slaps your ass harsher than before, eliciting a wince from you.

“Please,” you groan, “I’m ready.�� You attempt to roll your hips against him. You felt the primal need run through your body as he kept still, the need growing stronger.

“You think so,” he sounded as if he spoke through a smirk. Finally, he moved his hips. He started agonizingly slow as if he was some old man trying not to break a hip. You groaned once more, arching your back into him for some extra motion. He grabs your hips, his slow movement taking a drastic turn as he rams his hips into yours. He leaves one hand to pull your hips back against his own at a rough pace while the other exits your body to reel back before laying harsh spanks across your ass. His hasty pace of his thrusts matched that of his slaps, his rhythm leaving you moaning at each rough thrust. 

After a few more thrusts and slaps, the hand across your ass slides in between your ass and to your clit. He rubs it softly in opposition from the pace of his hip movement. You grind against him for better friction on your clit and your moans begin to fill the room. “You like that?” He laughs as his fingers dance across your clit like a couple of ballroom dancers across a floor. You feel the pressure in your lower stomach and he increases his pace.

“Yeah, baby. I’m so close,” you moan out and bring your hand down to join his at your clit. He quickened the pace of his hips even though it already seemed as though he was moving as fast as humanly possible. His strength pushed you along the bed with each thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on, babe. Come for me, you know you need it,” he panted out as his hand mingled with your own at your clit. With one extra thrust, you spasmed around him with your release while he continued on with his thrust, the hand at your clit returning to grope your ass. 

“Fuck!” You scream as Sam thrusts a final forceful time before pulling out abruptly, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your leg and flipping you over. You watch as he strokes his dick slowly before getting on your knees in front of him. You take over his strokes and open your mouth just around his tip in need of his taste. Within a couple minutes, his come was flowing into your mouth. You backed your head away from his dick before swallowing. You rolled your tongue out of your mouth to show Sam your empty mouth and he threw his head back with a groan in response.

Leaving the next morning, you check your phone for the first time since you left your dorm room since you fell asleep without even checking last night. You are greeted with a flurry of messages from friends begging you to share every intimate detail of your night. You open a group chat that has been spammed with messages and type in a simple, “losing my mind,” before clicking send and exiting out of the chat while noticing an unfamiliar number in your contacts.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Dividers are by @/dollywons

[lovelybucky1]

Go Greek! Go ΣΑΕ!

Looking to get involved this semester? Sigma Alpha Epsilon (ΣΑΕ) is looking for a sweetheart to organize events, run our social media, and help with philanthropy. You must be a student of Stark University and in good academic standing. If you're interested in this position, contact us through our Instagram.

this is a new au i’m trying out and i think it’ll be a lot of fun! feel free to send asks/requests about any of the brothers and this will act as the masterlist for fics/drabbles about each character, as well as each chapter of the series

all posts can be found under #go greek

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Meet the E-Board:

Steve Rogers- President, Senior, Art History major, Co-Captain of the Men's Lacrosse team, member of the Young Democrats Club, member of the Weightlifting Club

Sam Wilson- Vice-President, Junior, Non-Profit Management major, member of the Men's Track and Field team, member of the A Capella Club, member of the EMS Squad

James Barnes- Treasurer, Senior, Biomedical Engineering major, Co-Captain of the Men's Lacrosse team, member of Tau Beta Pi honors society

Matthew Murdock- Secretary, Junior, Pre-Law, Vice-President of the Student Government, member of the Model UN Club, member of the MMA Club

Joaquin Torres- Recruitment, Sophomore, Exercise Science major, member of the Men's Tennis Team, member of the Improv Comedy Club

Frank Castle- Philanthropy, Senior, Business major, Captain of the Football team, member of the Beta Gamma Sigma honors society, Captain of the EMS Squad

Logan Howlett- Brotherhood, Junior, Civil Engineering Major, member of the Football team, member of the Weightlifting Club

Wade Wilson- New Member Education, Junior, Film Major, President of the Stand-Up Comedy Club, member of the Badminton Club, member of the MMA Club, member of the Film Club

Sweetheart!Reader- Sophomore, English Major, Co-editor of the newspaper, Secretary of the Environmental Action Club, English Honors Society, Treasurer of the Feminism Collective, member of the Film Club

Side Characters p1

Side Characters p2

Storyline:

The Interview

Chapter Meeting

The Party

The Hangover

The Plan

Non-Canon drabbles/headcanons:

Getting back with your ex (Steve, Bucky, Joaquin)

Supply Closet (Logan)

First Orgasm (Joaquin and Sam)

Getting hit on (Steve, Bucky, Frank)

Bisexual Awakening (Wade)

Wrestling (Matt)

[bjwmastermind-writes]

busy woman series - sam wilson x f!reader

Between back-to-back meetings, business trips, and a Google Calendar that barely leaves room for sleep, you have no time for distractions—especially not dating. Work has always come first, and you’re convinced no man could ever keep up with you.

Then he appears—Sam Wilson—charming, confident, and maddeningly elusive. He doesn’t flood your messages, doesn’t ask stupid questions, and doesn’t seem fazed by your relentless schedule. He matches you stride for stride, teasing but never pushy, distant yet intriguing. He claims to understand your world, but he won’t say exactly what he does. Just that he’s busy.

Chapters

- chapter one (03/04) - chapter two (03/06) -chapter three (03/15) -chapter four (03/18)

🎼 Sam & Reader’s Playlist 🎼

Hope you enjoy this series as much as I enjoy writing it!!

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[dance-is-life27]

Stress Relief

Sam Wilson x Reader x Joaquin Torres

Summary: After a mission you and Sam decide to de-stress together, only to be interrupted by Joaquin.

Warnings: 18+, gender neutral reader, smut, penetration, accidental voyeurism, getting caught, implied threesome, no plot just porn, no descriptive body parts or image of reader

A/n: let's hope and pray I don't soak the theater seats when I finally watch Brave New World.

No spoilers!!

Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!

“Shh,” Sam whispers in your ear, his thrusts slowing in order to prevent more moans from leaving your mouth, “Can’t have Torres knowing what we’re getting up to, now can we?”

You shake your head as it falls back to lean against Sam’s shoulder, you clench around Sam as his grip on you tightens around your waist. With your back to his chest you find yourself squirming in his grasp, the tension building up in your body as you try to nonverbally ask for more.

“Sam, can’t-” You gasp, your mind in a haze as you try to speak, “-need more. Need to cum, please.”

Sam coos at your pleading, before giving you a gentle kiss to your jawline, “Yeah? You gonna cum for me baby?”

You whine against him as you try to buck you hips up to entice Sam to fuck you faster. Unfortunately his hold on your waist prevents you from being very effective, and in your struggle you also fail to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer towards the bedroom.

“Hey guys, I found some-” Joaquin’s sentence trails off as he looks up from the tablet in his hands and spots the two of you. Both you and Sam freeze under his shocked gaze. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest as the seconds stretch on in uncomfortable silence. “I didn’t-, I didn’t see anything. I’m sorry, I’ll go, uh yeah.” Joaquin stammers, already halfway out the door and into the hallway when you call out his name.

“Joaquin!” Sam tenses beneath you, and you turn your head towards him, “Can he stay?” You ask. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on the other man, I mean, how could you not? Joaquin is kind and funny, and so sweet in a way that your teeth start to hurt everytime he smiles. It’s so easy to just be a little bit in love with the new superhero, but the issue here isn’t Joaquin, its the man that’s currently underneath you. Because while you and Sam have talked about potentially trying something new with someone else, you’ve never settled on who just that person was.

“Are you sure?” Sam asks as he looks at you, his eyes scanning your face for any doubts that you may have. You have none.

You nod, “I’m sure.” The kiss that Sam gives you leaves you dizzy as his hips begin to slowly roll into yours once again, a quiet ‘okay, baby’ falls onto your lips and a whine escapes your mouth when Sam uses his other hand to grip at your thigh and spread your legs apart.

When you and Sam finally separate at the mouth, you turn your head back to look at Joaquin who’s still frozen in the door, but you’re quick to spot the notable tent in his pants. Your tongue runs over your lips subconsciously as Joaquin flushes under your gaze, his cheeks turning redder and redder by the second. You hum as Sam starts to leave a trail of kisses down the side of your neck.

“You joining us?” You sigh and even with the distance you can swear that you hear Joaquin audibly whine before he nods his head, his eyes never leaving your body as he joins you both into the room and shuts the door behind him.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Marvel Masterlist

Wolverine

Y/N being obsessed with Wolverine (Dirty)

Sex in the suit (Smut)

FWB to Lovers with Logan (Dirty)

Like You Deserve (Smut)

In The Woods (Smut)

Toy (Smut)

Professor (Smutty)

Enemies to Lovers

One Night Stand (Smutty)

Admit You Don’t Hate Me (Smutty)

Feelings and Faults

Naked (1/3) (Dirty)

Logan with a Dom! Woman (Smut)

Deadpool and Wolverine

Tag Team (Smut)

Playing UNO

Strip Poker (Smutty)

Logan being jealous of Wade while being in a throuple

Uncle Wade

Safe Word (Smutty)

Halloween Party (Smut)

Spoiling Wade and Logan

The Proposal

Deadpool

In the back of the Honda (Smut)

Naked (Dirty) (2/3)

Sam Wilson

A Deal (Smut)

Bucky Barnes

An Old Friend

Quicksilver

Careful

[buckyownsmylife]

let him know - sam wilson smut

The one where you don't care if people tell Samuel what you've been up to.

Warnings: smut, mob boss au, exhibitionism, public sex, angsty open ending.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Please, sweetheart.” Refraining from rolling my eyes, I decided to give Steve a little bit of acknowledgment by throwing him a look over my shoulder. The club was so packed, he had to stay close to make sure no harm would come my way - but not as close as I’d like him to be. “We can come back here another day. I’m sure Sam would even enjoy bringing you here, himself.”

Oh, yes. I was sure he would.

“Well, go on then,” I nodded and then turned my back to him again, focusing all of my attention on the bartender. “Call him up, let him know we’re here. I only plan on leaving the dancefloor tomorrow, anyway.”

I almost laughed at the pained groan my bodyguard released. I knew I was being difficult. I was also aware that he wasn’t the one who deserved my attitude, but as he was the one acting on my “boyfriend’s” orders, he’d have to suffer.

Just like I was suffering.

“A bottle of champagne, please.” The man behind the bar didn’t even ask for any of my information - a single glance at the blond towering behind me was enough. I was the owner’s property, after all. The very least they could give me was everything that I ordered, and that, they did.

With a complimentary caviar platter, apparently. Whatever.

Picking up my stuff, Steve was forced to give me some space so I could move from the crowded bar towards the VIP area, but I didn’t plan to stay long there. Scanning the room, I locked eyes with one of those trust fund playboys, and then it was just a matter of smirking and winking.

Hook, line and sinker. What a loser. But he’d do it for what I had in mind, even if it wasn’t the same sort of activities he might be hoping he could score later in the evening.

Unfortunately for me, Steve knew exactly what it was that I intended to do.

“Don’t,” he tried to warn me, pulling me by the elbow right when pretty eyes seemed to find the courage to come talk to me. One look at the giant hovering over me and that courage all but disappeared - he still sent me a sweet smile, one that said he’d try his luck if I was able to make my bodyguard for the evening go away.

“Why are you like this?” I sighed, turning away from the bar and moving towards the dancefloor, not needing to look over my shoulder to know Steve was following me closely behind. The way people parted as we walked through the crowd was indication enough, and I would have thought it was pretty cool if I wasn’t so damn pissed.

“What do you mean? Good at my job?” He looked satisfied with himself, having thought of a comeback, but all he got from me was a roll of my eyes.

“A pain in my ass.” I didn’t need to hear his laugh to know that was his reaction. Ever since Samuel Wilson had come into my life, I’d been making his men laugh and cackle at my antics, but it didn’t faze me.

“I’m gonna find a way to dance with someone tonight, Rogers. Or I will have to change my last name.” The man behind me shrugged.

“The boss has been trying to get you to marry him for ages.” I shivered, not wanting to be reminded of that. What Samuel Wilson wanted, he usually got, and for the last few months all he seemed to want was related to me, somehow.

“Hey, Rogers!” Someone called from a distance and both Steve and I turned to look, recognizing another of Sam’s men from a distance. “Need a little help here.”

Steve grimaced, already knowing what was going to happen. “Seems like I’ll get my dance, after all.”

“Is there anything I can do to get you not to do that?” He asked, much to my amusement.

“You could dance with me yourself,” I offered, only to receive another grimace in response.

“Hard pass. I like being alive and all.” It was the last thing he said before he left me, and not even five minutes later, the boy from before was back, asking me to dance with him.

“Told you I’d get what I wanted,” I whispered underneath my breath so the guy wouldn’t hear me, and followed him to the dancefloor, where people were busy grinding and moving all around us.

I started to follow their motions, turning around so that my back was to the stranger, and grinded against his boner for a little while until a much too familiar voice interrupted my plans for the evening.

“Step away from the lady.” I froze, not having expected him here so soon. Turning around, I found Sam looking down at the guy with death in his eyes, but the man didn’t seem to be all that brilliant, because he tried to make a move at Sam.

“Let me rephrase it.” Sam warned, having easily intercepted the punch the guy tried sending his way. “Step away from the lady and I’ll let you get out of this bar alive.”

That was enough to send the guy running, and really, who could blame him? That was much more trouble than a dance was supposed to bring him, and I was aware of that as I stepped into Sam’s embrace.

“I thought you were too busy trying to stop the police from figuring out your deal. Didn’t think you’d find the time in your busy schedule to be jealous about your favorite toy’s dance partners.”

Sam smiled that dangerous smile of his. “I’m not jealous, honey… For me to be jealous, I’d have to be scared to lose you. But I’m not.”

And just like that, two fingers penetrated me, right there in the middle of the dancefloor, with people still surrounding us despite the scene that had taken place only seconds before.

“You said it yourself…” He whispered in my ear, eliciting goosebumps up my neck. “You’re my favorite toy.”

And there it was - the simmering on the bottom of my stomach, that didn’t tell me if it was fear or arousal that was sparking up my adrenaline, raising goosebumps up my arms.

“Why don’t you ever kiss me?” The question escaped my lips right as my pussy contracted around his fingers, a sigh leaving me afterwards as he pulled the digits from me and wrapped his own lips around them.

The smile he sent me was dangerous, and I felt my stomach plummeting at the prospect of his answer. “Because you are still a toy.”

And wasn’t it sad, that after everything, the second he turned around to leave me there on the dancefloor, all I wanted was to beg him not to go?

[steves-sub]

Time for Action

Dark!Team Cap (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Wanda) x innocent!female reader

Summary: The team's plan is finally going into action.

warning: Non-con drugging, hypnosis, deceiving people

A/N: I couldn't leave you hanging, so I'm back to finish the series. A lot has changed for me since I started this journey. I'm in a much better place now – happier, healthier, and pursuing my passion for special education. I also found love, which has greatly impacted my life. I may not be writing again anytime soon, but I'll always be grateful for the support of this community. These stories kept me going when things were tough, and I hope they bring you as much joy as you've brought me.

tags: @rihannabale @sideeve @apollosouls-blog @luvfromdixiedoll @chemtrails-club

The long-awaited day had finally come. After carefully applying your makeup and smoothing out your dress, you couldn't contain your excitement about spending time with Steve and his friends. To mark the occasion, you even wore a new dress - a lovely white sundress adorned with sunflowers, a charming nod to Steve's nickname.

As I heard a "ding" from my cell phone, I walked over to check it. To my surprise, it was a message from Steve saying, "Be there in 5 minutes." Despite my insistence on biking, Steve was determined to drive me. "You are a princess; you should be treated like one," he said with a smile. This level of care and consideration from a friend was something I had never experienced before.

As the sound of the car pulling up reached your ears, you gracefully descended the stairs, your luscious curls bouncing with each step. The scent of Steve's potent cologne wafted through the air as you closed the door behind you. Glancing back, you caught sight of him emerging from his car, clad in a crisp white button-down and navy pants. It seemed impossible, but your attraction to him intensified in that moment. As Steve made his way towards you, you could have sworn you heard a low growl escape him. "Wow, y/n, you truly are a sunflower. You look absolutely stunning, my darling," his words caused a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks."

“Thank you, Steve! I chose this dress specifically for this occasion. I hoped to leave a lasting impression on your friends." Steve enveloped you in a warm embrace, and as he did, you thought you felt his hand subtly moving towards your lower back, but before you could dwell on it, he gently pulled away. "Don't worry too much; I'm sure they will adore you, just like I do," he assured you with a playful touch on your nose, causing you to let out a spontaneous giggle. Steve gracefully circled around you and gallantly opened the door of his sleek black car, a vehicle worth more than your annual salary. "Step in, my princess. Your carriage awaits," he declared as he entered the vehicle himself and closed the door behind you.

As he settled into the driver's seat, he reached behind him and retrieved a water bottle. "The drive might take a while, so I brought you a water bottle," he said with a warm smile. You accepted the bottle, returning his smile, and twisted off the cap. The water had an unusual taste, but you didn't want to cause any inconvenience. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you continued on your journey.

After half an hour of casual conversation with Steve, he steered onto a narrow dirt road. "It's just a short drive down this road, and then we'll be there," he reassured, gently taking your hand. "Don't worry, sunflower. I promise they will adore you," he repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. Throughout the journey, Steve did his best to ease your nerves, chatting with you and offering you sips of that peculiar water. While you did start to feel more at ease, the anticipation still made you jittery. Finally, he pulled up to an exquisite house. "Wow," you marveled as you gazed out the window, "you guys live here?" You had little knowledge about Steve and never would have guessed that he was well-off. "Yeah," he chuckled, "my friends and I have been renovating this house for a while. It's our retirement plan." 

I turned to look at Steve, my face twisted in confusion. "Retirement plan? You're not even 40!" Steve chuckled once again at my comment. "Well, we all needed a break, so we decided to come up here for a bit," he spoke as he expertly parked the car in the circle driveway. "Are you ready?" he asked, extending his hand towards me. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, replying, "Ready." He smiled back at me as he exited the car to open the door for me.

As the two of you approached the door, Steve reached out and turned the handle, allowing the door to swing open. "Hey guys, we're here!" he called out, his voice echoing through the seemingly empty house. Suddenly, the distinct sound of clicking heels filled the air, and a young redhead in a vibrant red coat appeared before you. "Oh my gosh, you're here!" she exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm, enthusiastic hug. "Steve has not stopped talking about you. You’re Y/n, right? I'm Wanda," she said with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you too! I wish I could say the same about you," you teased, playfully nudging Steve's arm. "Oh, that's just Steve. He's a pretty reserved person. Come in, come in, everyone’s in the kitchen," Wanda said, taking the lead as she ushered you inside. Following her lead, you kicked off your sandals and made your way into the inviting warmth of the kitchen. "See, not so bad," Steve remarked quietly. "Yeah, Wanda seems super nice," you agreed. "And we're only just getting started," Steve added, gently holding your hand as you both stepped into the bustling kitchen. 

The two of us walked into the kitchen and spotted the rest of the group. A striking redhead in a sleek black dress perched on the counter, enjoying a glass of wine. A confident black man was busy setting up the table, while another man with a metallic arm was hard at work in the kitchen. Wanda caught their attention and introduced me with a warm smile, prompting the others to follow suit. The redhead, Natasha, strolled over to me and greeted me affectionately. "I'm Natasha. Your dress is stunning; I can see why Steve calls you sunflower," she remarked with a smirk, casting a glance at Steve as she embraced me. "Thank you, yours is gorgeous as well," I replied.

The man who was setting the table made his way over to us. "So, this is the famous Y/N Steve can't stop talking about? I can see why," he said with a warm smile as he confidently walked over. "Sam Wilson, nice to meet you," he said as he extended his hand. I couldn't help but giggle as I looked at his hand. "Thank you; you are all super kind to me," I replied with a smile. "Well, Steve said you were a special friend, so you deserve to feel special," the last man said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Bucky Barnes, we are so happy you are here," he said warmly. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of these people and how lucky Steve must be to have such thoughtful friends. "Told you they would love you, sunflower," Steve said as he brought me in for a side hug.

As I made my way towards the counter where Natasha was, Bucky informed me that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. He listed the menu as salad, pasta, chicken, brussels sprouts, and homemade mini cakes courtesy of Wanda. Natasha then offered me a glass of wine. I accepted and requested a Pinot Grigio, and as she went to the fridge, she discreetly took a small vial of clear liquid from the refrigerator before leaving the kitchen with Steve following her.

Once they reached the wine cellar, Natasha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she deftly grabbed the bottle she sought. "Everything ready?" Steve inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their relationship had evolved into one of friends with benefits since they had been on the run, but now they no longer needed to rely on such arrangements. "As long as she drank the water you gave her, then we will be set," Natasha confirmed, setting the wine glass on the counter and retrieving the vial. "She doesn't feel anything right now; she's just relaxed. This, however, will make her more open to our suggestions and make her easier to seduce. We will have her in our hands in no time." Natasha finished pouring the wine and closed the bottle with a sense of determination. "I wanted to have her right then and there when I saw her in that sundress. She has no idea what she is doing to me," Steve confessed. "Soon, Steve, soon," Natasha called out to Steve as she returned to the party, him following closely behind.

Natasha and Steve glided into the room, Natasha holding a delicate glass of wine. "Here you go, angel," Natasha said as she gracefully handed the glass to the recipient. "Perfect timing, the food is ready," Bucky exclaimed. "Do you need help with anything?" you kindly asked the cooks. "Nonsense, you are our guest. Go have a seat; we will be over shortly," Wanda said as she expertly opened the oven. The rest of the group approached the table, which Sam meticulously set. You found yourself seated between Steve and Natasha, with Sam, Bucky, and Wanda on the other side.

Steve rose from his chair with a beer in hand as the delicious food was placed on the table, and everyone took their seats. "I would like to propose a toast to Y/N," he announced, causing a flutter in your stomach as everyone smiled at you. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. I feel that this evening will be etched in our memories forever. Cheers!" he exclaimed, raising his glass as everyone followed suit. It was clear that tonight was going to be truly extraordinary.  

After an hour had passed, not a morsel of food remained, and the plates sparkled clean. It had been quite some time since you felt so carefree and relaxed, and the feeling was beautiful. As Wanda and Bucky shared a hilarious story, you found yourself laughing along with them while the others tidied up after dinner. Natasha approached you with another glass of wine, but you declined, explaining to her with a tinge of sadness that you and Steve would have to leave soon. The evening had been so enjoyable that you wished it wouldn't end. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're more than welcome to spend the night if you'd like," Steve called out from the kitchen. "But I don't have anything with me for an overnight stay," you quickly pointed out.

"We have a spare bedroom, and you can borrow some sweats. Seriously, don't sweat about it," Wanda said with a warm smile. "Are you sure about that?" you questioned Wanda, feeling grateful for her hospitality. "We are positive," Natasha responded reassuringly as she once again handed the glass to you, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Okay, okay. But this is the last glass; I'm starting to feel the effects of drinking," you commented, letting out a light-hearted laugh. Unbeknownst to you, the group exchanged knowing glances, anticipation for their plan evident in their eyes. 

As Steve suggested heading to the living room to wrap up the evening, he approached you and gently massaged your shoulders. You yawned, feeling the wine's effects, and quickly apologized for your drowsiness. "Sorry, I just got sleepy. This wine might be stronger than I thought," you chuckled. As you stood up and headed to the living room, you noticed your vision becoming blurry, causing you to lose your balance.

"Are you feeling okay, honey?" Bucky asked, his concerned gaze fixed on you. "I just feel a bit dizzy. Do you mind if I go to bed early?" you inquired, steadying yourself against the back of the couch. "Why don't you lie down next to me? It might help," suggested Steve as he came over to you. You hoped that his suggestion would bring some relief as Steve gently guided you to the plush couch. He positioned you in the center, and everyone respectfully kept their distance, allowing you some space.

You heard a gentle buzzing sound beginning and looked around to locate its source. "What's that noise?" you asked as you attempted to sit up, but the throbbing in your head persisted. "Oh, it's just some soft music. It's meant to help you relax," Wanda reassured you as you felt Steve gently guide your head back onto his shoulder where it had been resting. In front of you, the TV displayed a captivating screen saver. It consisted of black and white squares merging into each other. Strangely, it was pretty soothing and difficult to look away from.

As you commented on the intriguing screen, you noticed your speech slowing down unintentionally. In response, Sam softly remarked, "Yeah, I know. It came with the TV. We tried to change it but couldn't figure it out." Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had silently approached from behind. Her hand emitted a crimson magical energy that flowed into your head, inducing a sudden and profound relaxation.

"It's not too bad; it can be quite relaxing to look at. Don't you think it's relaxing?" Wanda asked, her words echoing in your mind whenever she mentioned "relaxing." "Relaxing?" you mumbled sleepily. "Yes, darling, relaxing," Steve whispered into your ear as he gently brushed some hair away from your face, ensuring your gaze remained fixed on the screen before you. Despite your efforts to look away, it was difficult to resist.

As your eyelids grew heavier, it became increasingly difficult to keep them open. "Are you getting sleepy over there, my lovely sunflower?" Steve softly chuckled. You attempted to shake your head, but the effort was futile. "It's okay to relax and sleep, darling. Just close your eyes and let go," Bucky's voice whispered. "I don't want to," you replied in the faintest of whispers.

Natasha's soothing voice filled the room as she said, "Why not? It's okay to relax and sleep. To close those heavy eyes and sleep." Her gentle hand massaged my shoulders, lulling me into an even deeper state of relaxation. "Sleep?" I questioned. Steve let out a chuckle and reassured me, "That's right, honey, just sleep for me. I'll keep you safe. Just close those heavy, heavy eyes and sleep for me." Each word from Steve felt like a gentle command, and I found myself unable to resist as I followed his instructions, succumbing to the irresistible urge to close my heavy eyelids.

[ilovebrianquinnsm]

me to sam bc NO ONE GIVES HIM ENOUGH LOVE. should i write a fic about him?

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Father?

Priest!sam Wilson x priest!Steve rogers x priest!Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Kinktober/warnings: religious corruption, pussy eating, blackmail

A/n: bad writing! I’m gonna try to do a weekly kinktober post! Enjoy this shit show!

Guilt wound up inside you as you sat still as a mouse, your head bowed and hands clasped together. You were ashamed, there were no other words for it. Tears welled up in your eyes, you looked almost pitiful to anyone else who was in the church but you didn't care, you needed to repent for these thoughts running rampant through you mind.

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave your dirty thoughts behind, praying daily did nothing to ease your mind.

All three men come up beside you, looking up you’re met with their gaze burning into your body, I look back down. Face resting back onto your folded hands

"Let us help you angel" Sam said, lifting your chin so your eyes met his.

"The only way to flush out these thoughts is to confront them head on" james added on, you hadn't noticed until now he had crouched down in front of you, his big blue eyes enticed you even more

"We really just want to set you on the right path" Steve whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel his fingers ghosting over your panties.

All their voices swirled around in your head making you dizzy. Your whole body burned, evidence of that was on your cheeks.

"Why don't we all go somewhere a little more private so we can discuss this" sam suggested, putting out his palm.

You muttered a small thank you and gratefully took it. Now with Steve's hand gently on your waist, Sam's hand in yours and Bucky trailing behind you let them guide you from the pew to god knows where.

There the three of you stood, in the small office like area where the priests would work when they weren’t doing their services.

Steve’s face was nuzzled into your neck, sucking on the delicate skin. Sam’s fingers played with the hem of your dress and James sunk to his knees, hands running up your dress, hooking onto your panties

“Father-“

Sam shushes you, Steve pulls back, grabbing your face he locks in your gaze.

“We’re going to help you, let us”

Next thing you know your underwear strewn across the room, James face buried deep in your cunt lapping over your folds, Sam holding you in place, Steve holding up a camera, snapping pictures.

You couldn’t help but writhe and gasp, the band tightening and warmth spreading over your body. Both men standing over you encouraging you to let go. Sam pulled your dress down, tits spilling out, the three men looked at you with half lidded eyes, Steve still snapping photos. James tongue circled your clit and your legs shook, your head lulling back onto Sam’s shoulder as he cooed into your ear.

You had never thought you'd be here, air heavy with euphoria- with your priests for god sake. With a gasp, you let go, pussy gushing, body shaking from the feeling of his mouth still continuing to assault you.

-

Days pass, guilt still poured out of your body like an open wound. You knock on the office door. Steve slowly opens it, a coy smile on his lips. Opening the door he guides you inside.

“What brings you in darlin.”

He sits back on the desk, legs spreading apart, his fingers running over his black slacks. Nervously you shift in your place, fiddling with your fingers.

“Father yesterday-“ he cuts you off with a sush, leaning back he opens his drawer, pulling out the Polaroids. He slowly flips through them. Landing on the most risqué one he turns it so you can see it.

“I’ll leave this as a reminder doll. This isn’t the end- I’m sure that’s what you came here to discuss”

Your eyebrows furrow, a gut retching feeling settles in you. You fuck up big time- trusting your pastors.

[purple-babygirl]

Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!

something lent (SamBucky version)

Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.

Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.

“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.

“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.

She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?

So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.

“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”

Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”

Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”

“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.

“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.

“Would he be staying for dinner?”

She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.

“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.

“W-What?”

“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”

Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.

“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?

“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.

He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.

“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.

“What was that?” Bucky smirked.

“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.

“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.

“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.

“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.

“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.

“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.

“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.

“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.

Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.

“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.

“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.

She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.

Shit, she was nervous.

“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”

Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.

“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.

“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.

“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.

Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.

“Red,” she said her word out loud.

She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you can’t talk?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.

“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”

“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.

She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.

“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”

“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”

“That’s right. And other than that?”

“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.

“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.

“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”

“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.

“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.

“My rules?” Sam chuckled.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.

“Alright, fair enough.”

“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”

“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.

“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.

“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Wha-”

“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.

“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”

~

When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.

She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.

Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.

“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.

She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.

Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.

She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.

“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.

“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”

She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.

She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.

Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.

“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.

“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.

“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.

“Yes?”

“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.

“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.

She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.

Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.

She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.

“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.

“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.

She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.

“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.

“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.

She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.

“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”

“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.

Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.

“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”

Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.

“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.

“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”

“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.

“Not allowed to cum either?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”

She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.

The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.

Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.

“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.

“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.

His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?

“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.

He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”

Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.

“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”

“Yes, Sam.”

She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.

She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.

“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.

The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.

Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.

Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.

Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.

“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.

“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.

Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.

One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.

She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.

“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.

“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.

Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.

She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.

“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.

Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.

Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.

Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.

“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.

She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.

“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.

Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.

“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.

She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.

Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.

“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.

He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”

“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.

Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.

“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”

She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.

Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?

“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.

~

When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.

“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.

“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.

“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.

Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.

Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.

Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.

“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.

“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.

He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.

Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.

“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.

She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.

Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.

Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.

She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.

“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.

“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.

“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.

Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.

“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.

Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.

“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.

She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.

“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.

Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.

“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.

Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.

Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.

“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.

“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.

“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.

She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.

Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.

Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.

“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.

She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.

“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.

The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.

She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.

“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.

“F-First drawer.”

“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.

“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.

She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”

“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.

“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.

When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.

She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”

Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?

“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.

Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.

“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.

“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.

“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.

“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.

“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.

“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.

Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.

Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.

“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.

“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.

“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.

“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.

“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.

“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”

“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.

“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.

“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.

Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.

“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.

She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.

“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.

Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.

“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.

She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.

Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.

“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.

“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.

His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.

She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.

Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.

Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.

“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.

Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.

She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.

“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.

“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.

“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.

“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.

“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.

Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”

Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.

“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.

“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”

“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.

“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.

“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.

“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.

“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.

Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.

“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” She blushed.

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4. The Hangover

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is how comfortable you are. There’s no doubt that you’re in a college bed, but one with a nice, thick mattress topper that forms to the contours of your body and shields you from the poor excuse for a bed the college provides.

The next thing you realize is your outfit. You’re no longer wearing your bikini top and denim shorts. Instead, you’re in a t-shirt that is obviously not yours and you’ve lost the shorts, leaving you in just your panties. You open your eyes, and once you suffer through the initial shock of daylight, you realize you recognize the shirt Bucky was wearing the previous night.

Immediately, you sit up. Am I in Bucky’s bed? You look around the room but you don’t see any of Steve’s artwork or Bucky’s sports jerseys. So if I’m not in their room, where am I?

The side of the room you’re in is covered with band posters. Tyler, The Creator, Childish Gambino, Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chili Peppers. There’s a guitar leaning against the wall next to the desk and a mess of CDs in a milk crate.

The other side of the room is less decorated. There are photos on the walls and, squinting, you can make out Sam in some of the pictures. This must be his and Joaquin’s room.

Thinking about Joaquin, memories of last night come rushing back. You groan and bury your face in the pillow, his pillow, as you remember how you kissed him. How he didn’t kiss you back.

You understand why he didn’t. He’s a self-proclaimed gentleman and would never do anything without your consent. You certainly weren’t in a state to consent last night. It should bring you comfort that he was so respectful, but that feeling is overshadowed by the burn of shame in your cheeks.

You’re brought out of your wallowing by the sound of the door creaking open. You look up to see Sam tiptoeing in, but he freezes when he sees you awake.

“Did I wake you?” he asks, whispering. You shake your head. “How’d you sleep?”

“Alright,” you respond groggily, voice thick with sleep.

“How’s the hangover?” he asks with a small chuckle. You groan as you sit up, which seems to be enough of an answer for him.

“How did I get here?” you ask.

“Joaquin and Buck practically carried you.” That’s so embarrassing.

You look down at yourself. “And the shirt?”

“You put that on yourself, don’t worry. Bucky didn’t want you to go to sleep in what you were wearing. I’ve never worn a bikini before, but they don’t look comfortable,” he jokes. “Do you want breakfast?”

The thought of eating makes your stomach churn, but you suppose something light might make you feel better. You agree to breakfast but as you slide out of bed, you realize you don’t have any bottoms on.

You pull on your denim shorts, which lay on the floor next to the bed, and Sam busies himself with his phone while you do. Once you’re presentable enough, you follow Sam downstairs.

Logan, Matt, and Bucky all sit at the counter eating breakfast while Frank stands at the stove. You slide onto the stool next to Logan, who gives you a gruff morning.

“There she is!” Bucky chuckles. “Little miss lightweight.”

He gets down from his stool and comes around to your side of the counter, leaning his muscular forearms on the marble so he is almost eye level with you. He has a teasing smile on his face and you know that it’s too early for whatever’s about to come out of his mouth.

“How ya feeling?” he asks.

“Fine,” you say, leaning your head against your hand.

“Yeah? That’s pretty good considering the way you were off your ass last night.”

“Bucky,” you groan.

“My shirt looks good on you,” he winks before pushing off the counter and returning to his breakfast.

“Buck, remember last semester when you threw up on that Phi Sig chick?” Logan asks.

You look up at him to see a small smirk on his lips. Bucky glares, obviously not pleased that Logan is sharing that embarrassing memory. You have to stifle your laughter.

“She was so pissed,” Frank adds as he slides a plate of scrambled eggs in front of you. He gives you a fork and you thank him, glad to have something in your stomach that isn’t alcohol.

As you eat, you listen to the boys bicker back and forth. You feel bad for Matt, who’s caught between Logan and Bucky. Sam stands at the end of the counter next to Bucky, eating a bowl of cereal, and observing.

“I’m just saying, you’re not one to judge how someone acts when they’re drunk,” Matt says.

“At least I don’t ask to touch girls' faces,” Bucky scoffs. That catches your attention.

“What?”

“It’s his signature move,” Frank says. “Says it helps him picture them or some bullshit.”

“It does!” Matt defends.

“Whatever,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes.

Having enough of the conversation, you clean up your dishes and slip out. On your way back upstairs to gather your things, you run into Karen coming out of the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” you gasp when you see her dressed similarly to you, in a large t-shirt that clearly belongs to Frank. Both of you giggle, trying to muffle the sounds.

“How was it?” you ask.

“No, you first.”

“No, no, I didn’t-”

“What? Then why are you,” she gestures to your shirt.

You hide your face in your hands. “I got too drunk and had to be carried to bed.”

“Oh no,” Karen laughs. You shouldn’t have expected to get sympathy from her.

“That’s not even the worst part. I kissed Joaquin.”

Karen’s mouth falls open, comically wide. “Oh my god.”

“I know,” you groan.

“Was it good? I mean, he’s hot.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “I kissed him. He didn’t kiss me back because I was too drunk.”

“Yikes,” Karen sighs. “It could be worse though. He said you were too drunk, not that he didn’t want to. You know what you have to do now,” she says like you have any idea what she’s getting at. “You have to kiss him sober.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Why not? Obviously, you like him enough to throw yourself at him.”

“I’m not doing that,” you say. “Now tell me about your night!”

“Okay, okay,” she says, grinning ear to ear. “It was so amazing.”

“How big?” you ask, momentarily forgetting you’re in the house and not in your dorm room.

“Big,” she says. The look on her face tells you everything. “And he did this thing with his tongue-”

Before she could go into any more detail, Joaquin walks out of Bucky and Steve’s bedroom. He stops when he sees you both in the hallway, and you hope he didn’t hear what you were talking about.

“Morning, ladies,” he greets. He has that same charming smile he always does.

“Good morning,” you both respond.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks you.

“Oh, uh, good,” you say, suddenly feeling extremely awkward. “Thank you for helping me and everything. You didn’t have to give up your bed for me.”

“No worries,” he smiles. “Sam and I had a little sleepover with Wade and Logan.”

“Um… I’m sorry about last night. I was way out of line,” you say as you wring your hands.

“It’s okay,” he says, placing his hand on your wrist to stop your fidgeting. “Really. You were drunk and it’s just a heat of the moment kind of thing. It’s all good, I promise.”

Despite him reassuring you, you don’t really feel better. Yes, you were drunk and you kissed him, but you don’t want him to think you’re that kind of girl. Am I that kind of girl?

“Okay,” you say. It’s far too simple of a phrase to encapsulate everything you’re feeling, but you think it’s better to keep those feelings to yourself.

Joaquin gives your wrist a reassuring squeeze before brushing past you to go downstairs. Once he is out of sight, you relax a bit. You’re no longer in the mood to hear about Karen’s night with Frank, but you promise her she can tell you every dirty detail when you’re back in your room later.

You go back into Sam and Joaquin’s room to grab your bikini top and put on your shoes. You hope to get out of here as quickly as possible to save yourself from any more embarrassment that could come.

You go back downstairs and you almost successfully sneak out the door without anyone noticing, but your attention is caught by Steve’s voice. Steve’s and a woman’s voice.

“Can I see you later today?” he asks.

“Can’t. I have to rehearse for my ballet duet with my sister.”

You peek around the corner into the dining room and see Steve talking to a striking redhead. She’s wearing the clothes she likely wore last night and she somehow still looks beautiful. Her hair is messy in an effortless way, not like tangled bedhead. Sam also stands with them, so you assume she’s an upperclassman you’ve never crossed paths with.

“Some day you’re gonna get tired of pretty-blue-eyes and want to give tall-dark-and-handsome a try,” Sam chimes in. “You know what they say.”

The woman only laughs. “See you around, Steve.”

The dismissal makes Steve’s shoulders slump a bit. You’ve never seen him any way other than with his head held high.

Before you can attempt to hide, the woman walks past the staircase and out the door. She doesn’t see you, thankfully, but you get a good look at her. Her hair is shoulder length, a blunt and bold cut that makes her look like a model. And she does ballet. No wonder Steve is interested.

It makes something inside you ache with jealousy. Steve isn’t your boyfriend, and he’s never even hinted at being interested in you. The two of you just met and he obviously has a history with this woman.

Once she’s gone, you try to slip out the door, but Sam and Steve both catch you. Steve calls your name and you sigh, knowing he’s going to ask you about last night.

“Stealing Bucky’s shirt?” he asks instead.

“I don’t really want to walk home in a bikini,” you say.

“You might cause a couple of accidents on the way,” Sam jokes. You appreciate the compliment but after seeing that woman, you doubt he’s being genuine.

“I don’t know about that,” you say. “But I have to get back.”

The look on Steve’s face tells you he thinks you’re acting differently. It’s slightly humiliating that he notices something is wrong because you’re not hanging on his every word, but now isn’t the time to reflect on how enamored you’ve become by all of the guys.

“Okay,” Steve says. “Thank you for your help with the party, you did a really great job.”

“Thanks,” you respond, chancing a look into his gorgeous eyes.

“Will you be at the meeting tomorrow?” he asks as you turn your back.

“Yeah.”

“See ya, sweetheart,” Sam says as you walk out. You give them both a wave but don’t look back.

Once you’re a ways down the sidewalk, you let yourself think about how complicated your life has gotten in the past week. You drunkenly kissed Joaquin, Bucky is constantly trying to charm his way into your pants, Steve is so kind, Sam and Matt are charming and funny, Logan and Frank are protective, and you have so much in common with Wade.

How have you managed to fall for all of them so quickly? A better question is, how are you going to make it out of this without going insane or getting hurt?

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a dip in the lake

summary: the two of you take a jog to the lake. pairing: sam wilson x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, top!sam, lake s3x, outdoor s3x, unprotected s3x(dont do this obviously), public s3x a/n: part two of the event hope u liek it

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 It was a quiet afternoon in Louisiana. You were pouring cold water into a bottle, it was a really hot day. Sam Wilson was outside practicing with his shield, you could hear the vibranium disk bouncing off of his makeshift training area in your backyard. You went out with the cold bottle, dripping with condensation in your hand. 

He was drenched in sweat despite his sleeveless shirt and his shorts. The red and blue shield flying through the air like a flying blade. He catches it in one swift movement, spinning around to catch the momentum, his muscular arms flexing as he holds the shield. He notices you right away, sinking the shield into the soil.

“Hey, pretty,” he said, taking the bottle from you. Water drips from the corner of his mouth as he downs the liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said, wiping his sweat with your sleeve. 

“Wanna walk?” he asked. “Just down to the lake.”

“Sure.”

“Race you there!” he said, tapping on your shoulder before he ran. You huddled after him, your speed would never match against his but you tried. 

You arrived at the foot of the lake, the blue waters shining like a sheet of mirror against the sun. You caught him by the lakeshore unfazed, you–catching your breath like your life depended on it. “Fuck, you know I’m not built for this,” you said, your words breaking under your breath. 

He laughs playfully, handing you the water bottle. You gulped all the contents of the bottle until your mouth ran dry, sweat drenching your back. You notice him take off his shirt, your eyes wandering to his buff body, sweat glistening all over the expanse of his chest and abs. 

“It is too hot,” you said, fanning yourself with the collar of your shirt. 

“I know. I’ll keep my distance,” he jokingly said. You gave him a side-eye before you saw him untie his shorts.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Let’s take a dip!” 

He pulls his shorts down to his ankles, his body bare naked for anyone to see. He dips his feet at the edge of the water just around his toes. “Sam, someone might see us!”

He scans his head around to check. “No one’s here, plus the water is cold,” he shakes his body around as if he’s freezing. You tried to look around and see as well and sure enough no one was around. You took the hem of your shirt and pulled it off your body, the heat of the sun stinging your skin. Once you were fully unclothed you joined him in the water.

 He was right. The water was cold, the heat leaving your body as you walked deeper and deeper. The water hugged your chest as you stood in front of Sam, his hands on your waist as you tiptoed on the lakebed to meet his gaze. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as your toes felt the sand below. He took your face and placed gentle kisses on your cheeks and down to your lips. He inched close enough for your chests to touch. He sucks on your skin lightly, you feel a hardness hitting your skin. His hands fall on the curve of your back, kneading the mound. 

You make out for a few minutes, your lips swollen at this point. You two shared gazes half-lidded as he pulls on your thighs to wrap around him. The buoyancy aids in the action as you feel light around his body. Your erection pressed on his abdomen. 

He carries you out of the lake, laying you on the pool of clothes you left behind. You marveled at the gorgeous man on top of you. His large arms pinning your arms, your legs laying on his wide thighs. “Need this,” he said, teasing the hole. 

“Go for it, please.”

He spits on his hand and places two fingers in your hole. He stretched the muscle to prepare you, hitting your spot in the process. You shudder from the contact, your fingertips scratching his back. Your hands go to your cock, stroking it at the same pace as his fingers. Your moans overshadow the sounds of the birds in the trees. 

“Babe, put it in. It’s okay,” you groan. 

He spits another time on his hands to lube his cock, the tip pressing on the tight muscle. Your head falls back as his cock enters you, he presses kisses all over your clavicles to ease you up. His ass clenches as the base of his cock meets your ass, he’s fully inside. The fullness creates an immense feeling of euphoria all throughout your body, your eyes rolling back. 

He starts to thrust slowly, a slight sting hits your back. His finger’s start to dig into the soil, his groans fill your senses. You yelp out as he quickened his pace with the sound of slapping skin. He gestures for you to change positions, his back to the ground as you straddle his hips. You start to ride him at a steady pace, your hands on his pecs. 

His hips start to thrust at the same pace as yours, riding him with the breeze flowing through your hair. His wet skin glistens under the sunlight, his mouth agape has he lets out guttural moans. He strokes your cock in the process, precum leaking off the tip. 

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

In the moment your bodies were pure aroused energy, your bodies moving for the sole mission of pleasure. You grew drunk from the sensation, his large hands holding onto your thighs as his hips go in and out of your hole. “Yeah, ride it baby,” he moans.

“ –So big, fuck.”

Your legs start to weaken, his hips start to slow as he lets out long thrusts, his cock filling already. You start to ride him faster to quickly reach your highs. Your fingers dig into his chest as cum spurts out all over his chest. He whimpers from the sensitivity of his cock with your pace, emptying inside you. 

The two of you ride your highs before you collapse next to him on the ground. You stare at the blue sky as you catch your breath. “If this is your definition of a jog then maybe we should do it often,” you laughed.

He laughs, bending over to place a kiss on your temples. “Fuck yeah.”

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busy woman ch.1 - Sam Wilson x reader

A/N: Well this was going to be a one shot initially just a short fic but my imagination got me far so… a series it is! Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing 🩷

You can check out the series masterlist here!!

Based off “Busy Woman” by Sabrina Carpenter.

mentions: sex talk between friends, sex toy mention (rabbit)

🔞Minors please stay out or read at your own risk! I am not responsible for your actions.

do not copy, translate or claim any of my work as your own.

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Your life is filled with work. Every minute you’re not showering, sleeping, or eating (and barely enough time for that), you’re working. Forget 9 to 5—this is beyond that. Meetings here and there, business events, flights. This is why you didn’t have pets… or dates.

“Come on, seriously, when was the last time you were with a man?” Laura asked, stabbing at her salad. You rolled your eyes, chewing on yours. That question came up a lot—your friends, your mother, and even the doorman kept asking if you were ever going to meet someone.

“Laura, please, enough with that question.”

“So, like, ten years then. Got it.” She smirked, assuming the answer. You laughed, shaking your head.

Dating was never a priority. Work always came first, just like school did back in the day. The few men you went out with were mostly insufferable—either expecting you to drop everything for them or throwing a fit when you had to reschedule. And the one you actually liked? He just stopped responding after a while. You realized no man could keep up with your pace, so why keep trying? But your friends and family didn’t get that. How could they? They enjoyed their lives—when they clocked out, they went to the movies and spent time with their pets or kids.

You had none of that. You just… went home to yourself.

Not that you didn’t enjoy it—cooking while listening to music was relaxing (and no, All By Myself was not on the playlist).

“Laura, I’m perfectly fine on my own. I’m happy.” You tried to shut down the conversation, eager to finish lunch and get back to work. She nodded, eyeing you suspiciously while chewing her salad.

“Stop asking about my love life. Besides, me and my rabbit are in a committed relationship,” you said proudly.

“That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Natasha chimed in, having overheard.

You didn’t even know how to argue with that. It was true. Laura agreed. That made it two against one.

“I’m making you a profile.” Laura suddenly snatched your phone before you could react. You lunged to grab it back, but she lifted it out of reach.

“Stop, we’re in the workplace,” she reminded you smugly.

You gasped. “Exactly! Which means you shouldn’t be making a Tinder profile for me right now. Or ever.”

Laura ignored you, expertly selecting a few of your best photos. At least she was a good friend in that regard.

“Workaholic 24/7, no social life, please fu—”

“Don’t you dare type that!”

“Fine, just please fu—”

“NO.”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Fine. Workaholic 24/7. Can you deal with that?” She typed it in before you could object.

You both got back to work, but now everything felt off. Your phone kept buzzing, notifications rolling in from matches. The attention made you uneasy. What if another Mr. Perfect walked away?

You silenced your notifications, making the day slightly more bearable. But even without the buzzing, the thought lingered in your mind.

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Later that night, you finally got home. Setting down your purse, you let out a moan of relief as the weight left your shoulders. Exhaustion settled deep in your bones. You took a few minutes to prepare a quick dinner and sat down to eat, savoring the rare moment of stillness.

Then, against your better judgment, you made a terrible decision—you opened Tinder.

Your notifications had been bombarding you all day, and now you were finally giving in to curiosity. You scrolled through your matches and messages, immediately regretting it.

"Work 24/7? More like sex 24/7."

You cringed and instantly blocked the sender. A few more messages like that followed—some creepy, some boring, others just the typical Heyyyy or some variation of it. You sighed. This was a mistake.

Deciding to wash away the irritation, you told yourself you’d only watch one episode of your show before bed. Just one.

That’s when a message popped up:

"Busy woman, huh? I'm a busy man myself. I can deal with that."

You stared at the screen for a moment, a small smile playing on your lips. He was probably full of shit. No point in getting your hopes up.

Still, you responded, just to test him. "Oh yeah? What’s your schedule like then?"

His answer was vague—no details about his job, no bragging. Just something sharp that caught your attention. "Takes one to know one. But let’s see if you’re the one full of shit."

You raised an eyebrow at your phone. Bold. Interesting. You weren’t sure whether to be annoyed or intrigued, so you left it at that and went to bed.

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The next day rolled by like clockwork. Up at 5 a.m., you got in your workout—deciding on a run before heading to the office. A brief moment of peace before the day swallowed you whole.

During a quick bathroom break, you glanced at your phone, curiosity getting the best of you. No response from him.

You shouldn’t have cared, but still—it was rare to meet a man who didn’t instantly flood your inbox with desperate follow-ups. Either he was genuinely busy, or he just wasn’t interested in bothering you.

Curiosity won out. You clicked on his profile.

And damn.

You hadn’t actually checked what he looked like before. He was… well. Handsome was an understatement.

Now, you really had to try not to get your hopes up.

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The day went by radio silent. Your schedule was packed, barely giving you a moment to glance at your phone. Before you knew it, your reminder for a 5 o’clock meeting buzzed. Then, the night came, and still—nothing. No response. Either he was just as busy, or he’d chickened out and ghosted.

You sighed, a flicker of disappointment settling in. Not that you hadn’t expected this. Tinder was never going to work out anyway. You shrugged it off, watched your show, and went to bed.

The next day played out the same. Laura and Natasha were clearly waiting for an update, but you had nothing to tell them—no texts, no plans, nothing.

Then, just as you wrapped up a meeting, your phone buzzed.

"Sorry, busy as I told you. I was finishing a mission. How’s Friday at 5 p.m. looking for you?"

You smiled. At least he hadn’t ghosted. But what the hell did he mean by mission?

But no can do. Your schedule was packed until 8 p.m., and you had a work event after that.

You let him know, and silence followed. Then another message popped up:

"Are you doing anything at 5 a.m. tomorrow?"

5 a.m.? What kind of person wakes up at 5 a.m.? Oh, wait—you do. You go out for a run.

You hesitated for a moment, then typed back. "I usually run at that time."

His reply came almost instantly. "Perfect. Meet you at the Columbus Circle entrance at 5 a.m. sharp. Don’t be late—I have a meeting at 7."

You bit back a smile and confirmed the meeting- date! It was a date!

You weren’t going to get your hopes up but you admitted it was nice to meet someone that seems as busy as you. Despite it being Laura’s idea you weren’t going to tell her anything until you had met him or knew enough about him.

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The nerves of meeting someone after so long kept you up most of the night. It hadn’t been ten years, but it had certainly been a while.

So many questions roamed in your mind—how to act, what to do, what to say. What if he didn’t look like the pictures? What if he was some stranger who would murder you? And so on.

“Okay, I’ve got control over this situation and whatever is meant to happen will simply happen”

You set your alarm for an hour prior so you’d have time to choose a nice running outfit, apply some makeup, or add some touches to your hair.

You tried to coach yourself, to calm yourself down. You practiced some breathing exercises, hoping they’d help you sleep—otherwise, you wouldn’t wake up in time for the date.

Date.

Date. That sounded weird. Even just thinking about it felt strange.

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4:55 am

You parked near the meeting spot and walked into the park. Finding him wouldn’t be hard—hardly anyone was awake, let alone at the park this early.

You spotted him stretching under a tree and made your way over.

“Hey, Sam, right?”

“That is correct. Sam Wilson.”

You smiled up at him and instinctively stretched out your hand—only to pull it back just as quickly.

“Sorry, don’t know why I did that.”

He grinned and stretched out his hand anyway, maybe to save you from feeling stupid, because you definitely felt stupid right now.

“Shall we?” he asked.

You nodded, hesitant at first, then decided to just go with the flow—pretend this was just another morning run.

“So a busy guy like you has time for an early morning run with a stranger?” you teased, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing inside you.

Sam chuckled, glancing at you as you both fell into an easy pace. “Gotta make time for the important things.”

Was that flirting? You weren’t sure, but the warmth spreading through your chest told you that you wouldn’t mind if it was.

The first few minutes passed in comfortable silence, the rhythmic sound of your footsteps filling the early morning air. The sky was still dark, but a hint of dawn painted the horizon. The cool breeze mixed with the faint scent of dew, grounding you in the moment.

“So, do you do this often?” you finally asked, stealing a sideways glance at him.

“Running? Yeah, most mornings. Running with a stranger? Not so much,” he admitted, a playful smirk on his lips. “But I figured it was about time I changed things up.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Well, glad I could help shake up your routine.”

As the run continued, you found yourself relaxing, your earlier anxieties melting away. The conversation was light, and easy—filled with little jokes and subtle moments of shared amusement. Maybe this wasn’t so strange after all. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something.

Or at the very least, a really good run.

As the run came to an end, both of you slowed to a walk, catching your breath. The sun had finally begun to rise, casting golden light over the park, making everything feel a little softer, a little warmer.

You stopped near a bench, rolling your shoulders before reaching down to stretch your legs. Sam followed suit, mirroring your movement.

“Not bad for a first run together,” he mused, flashing you a grin.

You smirked, stretching your arms overhead. “Not bad at all. I thought you’d be one of those super intense runners who never slows down.”

He chuckled. “What, and scare you off? Gotta ease you into it.”

You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes before shifting into another stretch. That’s when it happened—your hands brushing as you both reached toward your toes.

It was the lightest touch, barely there, but enough to send a small jolt through you. Neither of you moved away immediately. You felt the warmth of his skin, and for a brief second, your breath caught.

Then, just as casually as it happened, he shifted his weight, standing upright with a stretch of his arms.

His gaze flickered over to you, something unreadable in his expression. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “You do this thing when you’re thinking too much.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What thing?”

He tapped his fingers against his thigh, mimicking the way yours had been twitching ever so slightly during the run. “That. You fidget.”

You glanced down at your hands before looking back at him. “Didn’t realize you were paying attention.”

He shrugged. “Hard not to.”

A beat of silence. The air between you felt charged with something unspoken, something neither of you were quite ready to acknowledge just yet.

He glanced at his watch. “I should head out. Same time next week?”

You hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Same time.”

His smile widened, and with a simple nod, he turned to jog back in the direction he came from. You watched him go before shaking your head, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

As you walked back to your car, you felt it—an unfamiliar lightness in your step.

Later, after a long shower and getting ready for work, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The usual exhaustion of early mornings wasn’t there. Instead, there was a smile that just wouldn’t disappear.

Laura and Natasha notice it immediately—something about you is different. Maybe it’s your energy, maybe it’s the way your lips keep threatening to curl into a smile. Either way, they know. And they know exactly why.

"I knew it! You fucked someone," Laura accuses, pointing at you like she’s caught you in a crime.

"Yeah, the morning bask of glory doesn’t trick anyone," Natasha adds, smirking.

You shush them, glancing around as if people might actually be listening. "I didn’t fuck anyone. Yet. And keep your voice down."

Laura gasps dramatically, clapping her hands together in delight. "But you did meet someone, didn’t you?"

You hesitate, but when Natasha tilts her head, giving you a knowing look, you sigh and nod.

Laura practically vibrates with excitement. Natasha just tosses out a casual, “Proud of you,” before taking another sip of her drink.

"So, who is he? What did you guys do?"

You roll your eyes at their eagerness but give in. "His name is Sam. We went for a run this morning. We both have pretty packed schedules, so it was the only time that worked."

Laura's face twists in pure disbelief. "You met up with a guy at 4 a.m.? And you didn’t have sex? What kind of meetup is that?"

You scoff, crossing your arms. "It was 5 a.m., for your information. And we went for a run."

Laura just stares. Natasha raises an eyebrow. Then, at the same time, they both break into laughter.

"You really need to get laid," Laura says between wheezes.

Natasha just nods. "Yeah, that’s some Olympic-level self-control."

You shake your head, but the smile creeping onto your lips betrays you. Because even if they’re being their usual ridiculous selves, you did meet someone. And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t hate the way that feels.

"So, are you going to meet up with him again? When are you seeing him next?" Laura pressed, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"I don’t know," you admitted, leaning back. "He’s got a tight schedule—maybe even tighter than mine."

Laura gasped, clutching her chest like you’d just dropped a bombshell. "Oh shit, he’s gonna outdo you!"

You scoffed, laughing in disbelief. "Please. You can’t outdo me, pffft."

Natasha smirked over the rim of her glass. "I don’t know, babe. Sounds like you finally met your match."

You rolled your eyes, but the grin on your face wouldn’t disappear.

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