#steve rogers x dom!reader

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

imagining steve rodgers rn talking n flirting with other girls all night whilst out to get you back, then teaching him a lesson once youre home and not letting him touch you - only you can touch him and tease him, tell him when or even if he can cum

I haven’t forgotten my steve roots… promise. here’s a blurb for your sunday night with our golden boy. smut warning. <3

You’ve never seen Steve Rogers cry before.

You’re about to.

It’s his own fault. All of it. The flirting, the touching, the laughing at her jokes. Constantly looking over to see if you’re watching, smirking when he confirmed you were.

Maybe he underestimated you.

Or maybe he just lives for the punishment.

Because now he’s crying. Tied to your headboard, hands bound tightly. You know he could get out if he really wanted to - but you’ve sternly warned him against it. He wouldn’t dare. Not when you have that look in your eye.

You’re sat comfy at the end of the bed, body naked and legs spread. You’ve been touching yourself for what feels like hours, making him watch the way he made you watch him flirt all night. This isn’t about you reaching your climax - this is about retribution.

Revenge, if you will.

“This is what you get, Steve,” you tut as you squeeze your tits, never breaking eye contact with him. “The punishment fits the crime, don’t you think?”

When he doesn’t reply, you smack his thigh, revelling in the way he whines at the jolt of it.

“Use your words, Captain. America’s Sweetheart can’t string a sentence together now, huh?”

“Y-yes,” he stutters, mesmerised by this sudden change in your demeanour. “I deserve this.”

“Correct,” you grin.

You swipe your fingers through your arousal before crawling in between his legs, leaning up to smear it across his lips. His tongue darts out as if by instinct, unable to resist a taste of you.

“That’s all you get.”

When he bucks his hips up towards you, you push them down into the mattress forcefully, clicking your tongue.

“Behave, and don’t get greedy. You don’t deserve me tonight.”

You decide you’ll give it another twenty minutes, and then maybe you’ll let him get undressed. You feel a bit sorry for him all tied up fully clothed.

He’s crying, again.

It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen.

[l1tw1ck]

thinking about guys and monsters with dicks too big for their own good

guys like: Soap, Ghost, Enji, All Might, Steve Rogers, Thor, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lucas Lee, Whoever You Want

* i dont really write for COD but the guys in there are HOT

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

a monster who's very experienced when it comes to sex but extremely inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. a monster who laughs in your face for even suggesting that you top him. a monster who agrees to let you try, thinking you'd be far too small to make him feel good. a monster who merely chuckles confidently when you tell him it's the 'motion in the ocean' that matters. a monster who eats his words and gets his grin wiped off his face once you start eating him out. a monster who comes just from your tongue in his ass. a monster who begs for you to keep going. a monster who shakes the entire ground and scares off anyone nearby with his moans of pleasure. a monster who wishes his cock wasn't so big so he could see you better. a monster who creates a puddle of his own come thanks to a tiny human

[amiliea74721]

ᴠɪʙʀᴀɴɪᴜᴍ ᴀʀᴍ

„Fuck you’re doing s-so good for me“ He groans as he pushes into you over and over again, at a relentless pace.

His vibranium hand tightly wrapped around your throat, pressing down just so much that little gasps come out of your mouth but not so much that it actually hurts. Just the right amount of pressure.

You already know that your friends are gonna ask what happed to your neck but to be honest your didn’t really care. Your just needed him to fuck your brains out.

Your squirm underneath him as his tip rocks against your cervix over and over again, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The hand that isn’t wrapped around your throat moves to your clit and while moving his hips in and out of your his draws gentle but fast circles over your clit.

„Fuckkk“ you breath out as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. He speeds up his pace as he feels your gummy walls getting tighter around his cock. Almost all his weight is on your throat.

He had always treated you with a kind of reverence- gentle hands, soft words, unwavering loyalty. But deep down, you knew that the truest expression of his love wasn’t in the quiet moments or tender gestures.

It was in the way he could steal the air from your lungs with just one look, make your heart race until your legs gave out, and leave you trembling- not out of fear, but because being consumed by him was exactly what you craved. It wasn’t just love, it was surrender, and you wanted nothing more than to be undone by him

Your breath catches, a strangled gasp slipping past your lips as your body arches instinctively beneath him. The tension coils tighter and tighter, until it finally snaps- your orgasm crashes over you in a blinding wave, stealing every thought, every sound, every ounce of control.

You fall apart completely, trembling, clutching at him like he’s the only thing tethering you to the earth. And just seconds later, with a guttural moan and a stuttered thrust, he follows- buried deep, his own release tearing through him as he collapses against you, breathless and shaking. The world goes silent for a moment, the only sound left is the ragged rhythm of your breathing, tangled together in the aftermath.

His breathing is still heavy as he collapses beside you…

A/n: this is shitty and short and I wrote that while on a fuck ass class trip 🙏🏻 But yeah have fun and don’t die ♱

[mysterymachine67]

I have a request if that's alright.

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader.

Male Reader is a new avenger who's in love with Steve, he thinks Steve doesn't like him until one day at the avengers gym (only the 2 of them are in the gym) Steve notices reader staring at America's ass and decided enough is enough so he decides to tease him using his greatest ASSet, then they have sex bottom Steve.

Can you make this one long, I love your fics I just wish they were always longer.

PAIRING -> Steve Rodgers x Top M!reader

NSFW. MDNI.

Here you go. So sorry this came out late and if it’s out of character 🙏🏻

The first few days went by smoothly. You got everything that needed to be done, done. There were a few…difficulties, but you got through them. All that mattered was that you were learning things that needed to be learned, and that you were doing great. Back to the ‘difficulties’. That consisted of love at first sight. Which you never believed in but once you met this man you couldn’t help it. He was perfect, perfect in so many damn ways you couldn’t explain.

But you couldn’t talk to him. Well, couldn’t get yourself to talk to him. You think he doesn’t like you, nor wants to do anything involving you. Why do you think this? There is no ‘main’ reason to it. Only that whenever you’re around him you swear you can feel some type of hatred toward you. So you leave him alone—minding your own business. And your sure as hell he noticed how distant you were from him.

—

Currently, you’re at the gym. You’re focused on yourself—the weights you’re lifting, and how many more lifts you need to do. You were the only one there and you enjoyed it. But that only lasted a few more minutes before the guy you have a little crush on walked through the doors. Steve Rodgers. The man who you swear on everything hates you. You swallowed as your face twisted with slight irritation. The look you gave him was with pure…jealousy? You’re not to sure what the correct word for it was, but all you knew was that it annoyed you how in love you were. You brushed it off—taking your gaze away from him and regaining back your focus.

Yet, every few minutes you found yourself stealing another look. You couldn’t help it, you practically admired him. You fought to draw your eyes away from him. It only got worse. Your gaze went lower, and lower, and lower till it got to his ass. See, now, you were a respectful man. You were not a creep, nor anything under that category. It was just accidental.

But it kept fucking happening. You’d look over at him when he wasn’t facing you—watching how he handled the gym equipment. Then your gaze would shift, but only for a moment. Not that it made it any better. He did eventually end up catching you. You forgot to look away quickly once he turned back around and you both made eye contact. And you thought he must’ve brushed it off. Hopefully, and not think you’re a creep because that’s the last thing you need to be represented as. But no. Steve did not brush it off, nor let it slide.

You noticed how he started to do more things involving his ass, and how he somehow got closer to you. Hell, he even asked you to help him with something. In which you put your self-control to use. His ass brushed against your front when he moved. You didn’t know what to do; so you kept your hands at a reasonable position and helped him with what he needed to be helped with.

What were you helping him with? That’s a good question. Well, it was a type of workout you’d never heard nor seen before. Was he doing this on purpose? Most definitely. Were you aware? Not so much.

This continued for a lot longer than you thought it would. Not that you…minded, but you’d think it’d be a few minutes tops. Nope. Things…escalated. And by escalated he finally confronted you—getting out of whatever position he had you guys in, and asking so many damn questions about you and why you were so distant. You answered. It’d be disrespectful and rude if you didn’t.

“Can I ask you a question?” Steve asked.

“You’ve asked plenty so far. But hit me.” You answered.

“Do you like me?”

Well shit.

You cleared your throat. Adjusting your clothes and rubbing the back of your neck. “If…I say yes?” You stammered. You’re not even sure he heard you. But then Steve spoke up.

“Then,” He started, locking eyes with you. You nearly looked away, nervous for what’s to come. Did you just fuck up? “We can call it a day. Go hang out, or do something cheesy. How’s that sound?” He offered.

Oh.

Well, except doing any of those things listed. On the way out of the gym Steve mentioned something very suggestive. In which you turned around, dropped your things and made your way to him. Obviously agreeing with what he said.

—

Your hands gripped his ass while crashing your lips against his. It hurt from how hard you did it, but it soon faded away once you heard a sweet sound from the man you’ve liked since the day you met him. The both of you moved toward a nearby wall. When you got close enough you pushed Steve against it; hearing a faint noise come from him. Maybe you pushed him a little too hard. Your lips touched his again while your hands roamed his body. This time, the kiss was more sloppy than the last.

You pulled back and whispered against his lips. “I don’t think you get how much I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.” And oh, the way he looked at you. You kissed him again before he could even respond.

Soon enough you were helping each other take off clothes. They were being thrown somewhere in the gym, a future problem. As soon as Steve got his shirt off your hands were on him yet again. Gripping his flesh and kissing where you could. Steve’s quiet whimpered and soft moans were one of many things that kept you from stopping. His hands stayed on your hips, gripping you tightly and keeping you close. When your lips met his neck he let out a gasp. It got even better when your hand trailed down Steve’s chest. All the way to his hard cock.

You fished his cock from his boxers. Then brought your hand back up to his mouth. “Spit.” You said simply. So he did.

When you finally wrapped your hand around his cock he let out a sigh. Leaning his head back against the wall. He bucked his hips into your hand—seeking more. With the mix of your mouth on him, and your hand on his cock, he was starting to get close. A moan fell from Steve’s lips. A hand of his moving its way up to your shoulder.

“Fuck..’m close.” Steve muttered, sucking in a breath once he felt your thumb rub at his tip. Just a few more thrusts into your hand and he’ll—

“Sorry, pretty boy. But we’re just getting started.” You say, as you remove your hand. Hearing as he let out a groan.

—

You slowly aligned your cock with his hole. Hearing a soft groan and a thud of his head going back against the wall. You cursed under your breath, feeling the tightness of his heat around your cock. Once you were bottomed out you stayed still for a moment. Giving Steve a moment. Well, that was until he urged you on. You had one of his legs on your hip, it helped made your cock dive deeper into him.

You pulled out slowly, watching as his face scrunched up. Before shoving your cock back inside, you gripped his leg tighter. Soon, you started a good pace and rhythm. Steve let out a few small whimpers and moans. You leaned in close, capturing his lips in a kiss. Meanwhile, your free hand started to move to his cock. Wrapping around it and started to stroke. The added pleasure and stimulation caused him to moan into your mouth. In which you tried not to smile. You soon broke the kiss, moving to kiss neck instead.

“Oh, God!” He moaned. Moving his head back against the wall with a thud. Many sounds echoed throughout the gym. Pants, moans, groans, whimpers, etc. all coming from the both of you.

Your orgasm came quick, Steve’s too. Just as you went to pull out he clenched and groan from the loss.

“No, no, just—inside.”

So you shoved your cock back in. Hearing a moan in response to your action. Not that you were complaining. Soon enough you came, painting his walls white while he coated your hand in his own cum. A mix of moans and pants echoed in the gym. But he felt so good, so you kept going even though your hips stuttered. You worked yourself up to a second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Completely ignoring Steve’s whines. But he enjoyed it. A little pain mixed with pleasure is something he didn’t know he’d be into. Your hips came to a halt—not pulling out and staying buried inside of him.

But you put your hand back on his cock and started to jerk him off again. You weren’t gonna let him cum only once. That wasn’t fair. Back to Steve, he groaned then soon let out a whine. Jerking his hips back but then moving them back forward. You heard him curse under his breath before, without a warning, cumming into your hand.

Both of you were breathing heavily. Chest raising and falling with how heavy you were breathing. Once your breathing went back to normal you finally spoke up. “So, you don’t hate me?” You asked. Such a random question after just getting done fucking him.

“Why the hell would I hate you?” Steve replied, still trying to get his breathing regular. In which you shrugged, a conversation for a different time.

[malertop]

Can you do Male!R having a moment of clarity while getting head from Steve Rogers/railing Steve Roger's ass. Like thinking "Oh my god, three months ago, I was working as WHATEVER-JOB. Now Captain fuckin' America is sucking my dick."

The Unexpected

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Present:

“Fuck oh my god!” Y/N said rolling his head up “Four months ago I was just working as a cashier and now the one and only Captain America is giving me a blowjob” The male said as he thrust inside of Steve Rogers's mouth. Y/N has been dating Steve Rogers for almost seven now and he has always been the best boyfriend he could be for Steve, Steve knew that and he thought he didn't do enough but today was different.

one hour ago:

Y/N opened the door and got inside his cozy and comfortable apartment. After he locked the door he started to take off his shoes as he didn't wanna leave dirt on his house and clean it, putting them aside he took the bag with groceries and went into his kitchen. It took some time but he finally put everything he bought into the fridge and he was finally going to lie on his mattress, or so he thought “So you're finally home” he heard a voice behind him, the voice that could make him blush or go crazy, the voice that he loves hearing whimper or moan. Turning around he saw the one and only Steve Rogers “I-How did you-” Y/N asked as he was looking at his soaked boyfriend with nothing but a towel on his waist “I made a second key” Steve informed as Y/N was looking at him up and down studying him. He shook his head and looked at his boyfriend once again “And why are you here?” Y/N asked out of curiosity but as he thought about what he said, he just needed to add something “I mean not that I don't want you here!” he finished his sentence and reassured his boyfriend who was on the other side smiling at him “Dont worry about it, I know what you mean Y/N” he reassured as he started getting closer to the other shorter (or taller) male in front of him “I just wanted to you know..give you a gift for being such a good boyfriend and being my first boyfriend” Steve said with a smirk as he was looking at the other male, what he said was true though Y/N was his first ever boyfriend, he don't know how and when and why he got those feelings for him but he knows that has will never regret getting them.

“Stevey you didn't need to,” Y/N said as he smiled at the other male who was about to fold as he was being called something he never heard before. “Stevey?” he asked with a smile “I was just thinking about a new cute nickname for my cute boyfriend!” Steve scoffed as Y/N chuckled, “Anyways, you know, now I have a really big comfortable bed calling for me and I can't just ignore it so!..” Y/N said as he fell on his bed and closed his eyes for a second while Steve on the other hand was looking at the male in front of him and took the towel off his waist and slowly got on his knees as the other male was there laying on his bed with closed eyes. Steve now on his knees put his hands on Y/N’s thighs and slowly started getting them higher as Y/N noticed the feeling he just thought that his boyfriend was giving him some relaxing massage, but boy was wrong. Steve pulled Y/N’s pants down and started touching his cock which was hidden by the underwear he was wearing Y/N opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend who was currently on his knees in front of him on the floor “Ste-” As the male started speaking the other male in front of him stopped him from talking as he raised his hand “Shush” Steve said as he put his index finger on his mouth “Let me give you your well deserves gift” Steve said as he slowly put his hand down and looked at his boyfriend's underwear, he slowly started pulling it down so he could enjoy every second of it as he watched his boyfriends hard crouch slowly showing, he looked at the male in front of him who was red as a tomato, and then his eyes landed back on his boyfriend's pelvis area finding his hard cock in his hand. Slowly his hands were finding their rhythm, going up and down, masturbating the male's hard yet warm and soft-skinned cock. After some time the rhythms stopped as Steve was holding Y/N’s cock straight, making it point to the ceiling as his eyes were hungry and his mind ready for what he was about to do. The other male who was lying on the bed currently red and shy trying to be calm and relaxed but a big gasp left his mouth as he looked at Steve who was currently sucking his tip while looking at him with his eyes, teasing the male was an easy part for Steve while Y/N was trying his best now to grab Steve and shove his head till the end. But as Steve was looking at him with his eyes Y/N couldn't handle it anymore, Y/N grabbed his hair and shove his cock deep down Steve's throat until it was all taken, followed by gagging, Steve’s eyes watered as they rolled up, Y/N pulled his hair back, separating his mouth from his cock, Steve’s mouth was found gape opened as he was breathing for air as saliva followed. “I-I’m sorry babe I didn't mean to!” Y/N said looking at the other male “I just couldn't handle it when you look at me like that with your eyes” Y/N said which made Steve glance at him and smirk, Steve's hand started moving up and down Y/N’s cock which was currently covered in his saliva, the rhythm stopped and Steve spit on Y/N’s cock covering it in more saliva, making it wet and sloppy.

[6azia]

Guy's just imagine pre-serum!Steve living with his 'best-friend!Y/N' , the two liked each other but showing any kind of affection in public would probably get them two killed, so the two could only be themselves in the comfort of their shared home.

Your arm was loosely wrapped around Steve’s middle as he trembled in your hold, trying to keep quiet as your other hand was between his thighs. “Keep quiet” you whispered into his ear and angled your fingers to hit his pro stage heads on. Steve moaned out your name, any thoughts about your neighbors long gone. How could he when his lovers fingers stretched him so lovely. “ It’s isn’t fair~” Steve whined. The urge to just let go from these societal norms and being able to show his love openly. Tears formed in Steve’s lash line at the reminder. Oh how he wished he lived in another time. Just when his thoughts where about to spiral again he felt his loves or 'friend' lips against one of his neck. Kissing his negative thoughts away like always. And with one last thrust of the other’s fingers he came. Pleasure washed over every fiber of his body and a small smile adored his tired face and a sprinkle of hope formed in him.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Reward | Mob Rules AU| Bucky x Reader | 2k words

Everyone's had a difficult day, so the only fair thing to do is let everyone watch.

Warnings: 18+ exhibitionism, voyeurism, public setting (as in, everyone is here), pussy spanking, butt plug mention, masturbation, forced masturbation, humiliation, praise. Mentions of previous adventures including cum play and dp.

HBS Week 5 - “Play with it.” | [Cock Worship | Forced Masturbation | Come Play] @buckybarnesevents

@ramp-it-up 5K Praise Challenge - "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Always so obedient for me."

@avengers-assemble-bingo - fingering

Masterlist | Mob Rules AU | Hot Bucky Summer | Kink Bingo | Bucky Barnes

"Good afternoon, Bambi." Bucky smiled as you sauntered down the marble length of the conference room. You were sure it must've been sold as a 'dining room', but for you, Bucky, Steve and the rest of their organisation it was where deals were made and scores settled.

"Hi Sarge, Ari and Thor said you wanted me?"

Your two bodyguards followed in your wake, not disguising the hungry look in their eyes as your hips swayed underneath the short baby doll dress you'd chosen for the afternoon.

As you made your way down the table you felt the eyes of the others rove over you, up your legs from your heels to your hem line, the odd hand brushed against you as you passed by, flicking your skirt up a little, squeezing your leg.

"We thought we could use a little… entertainment, now that new assignments have been given out." Steve smiled too, holding his hand out for you to come and rest between him and Bucky at the head of the table.

There were no papers or memos on the table, not even a laptop or a phone, all instructions were verbal and your knew they expected every plan to be followed to the letter. That's why they rewarded the crew so highly.

Steve stood from his chair, the back taller and seat more plush than the others, and Bucky took your hand urging you to sit down, the chair was as comfortable as it looked. You always thought of it as a throne a place for Bucky and Steve to rule from, and you had never been allowed to sit in it before. Nerves ran up your spine. The entire request felt unprecedented.

Normally you were either perched on the arm of the chair, in someone's lap or, if you'd been either very very good or very very naughty — under the table.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asked, his voice dropping low.

"Yes, Sarge." You let your eyelashes flutter a little more than they naturally would, playing into his hands.

"And if I flip up this pretty dress of yours, will I be happy or angry?" Bucky ran his fingers under the hem of the dress and your skin lit up with the sensation, legs falling open slightly.

"Oh, very happy, Sarge." You cooed, spreading your legs wider for his exploring hands.

Bucky's fingers brushed against your skin, the shine of his rings in contrast to the tattoos that swirled down his left arm. They were half-hidden under his white shirt, rolled up to his elbow as if the handing out of tasks had been a physical labour as well as a mental one.

He flipped your skirt higher, revealling your bare cunt to the room. You knew better than to wear underwear with your clothes and you were especially glad you hadn't risked it today in front of everyone.

"Are you happy, Sarge?" You asked, sweetly, biting the tip of your finger.

"Very," he groaned back. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Always so obedient for me."

You nodded happily, "always, Sarge." You kept your eyes trained on his, clear and frosty blue, but you knew that everyone else was looking at you, the way your pussy was getting wet, the little jewel nestled between your ass cheeks.

Bucky slapped his hand against your pussy, "and she's always a good girl too, right?"

"Yes, Sarge." You agreed again.

"Good, because we all want some entertainment tonight —"

Nerves shot through you, everyone you didn't think you'd survive that.

"—and as we couldn't decide who got the pleasure we thought it was only fair, that it was you."

"What?"

Steve reached around the back of your chair to spank your pussy again. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, Cap, I mean, pardon, Sarge?"

"Better." Steve said, returning to his position behind the chair, arms crossed on the back so he could see the curves of your body better.

"You'll be the one getting pleasure." Bucky repeated, taking one of your legs while Steve held the other, carefully placing them over the arms of the chair.

You slumped down a little at the position, trying to stay upright.

"Now, as your little pussy is so well behaved, we want you to play with it."

You skin prickled with heat, you were very much up for anything, that was why you got on so well in Steve and Bucky's home, but you'd never been so exposed in front of everyone before.

"Uhh —"

"Don't be shy now," Bucky cupped your cheek, "you're our little slut, remember, we know you, there's no judgement here, we just want to watch you fall apart, don't we deserve that?"

You looked around at each eager face, eyes wide with nerves. They did know you, but it didn't make it any less awkward to pleasure just yourself in front of them.

"Come on now," Steve took your hands in his, covering your fingers, and guided them between your legs. Together you gently massaged your pussy, slipping your thumbs into you folds.

"Good girl," Bucky sat back in his chair, smirking, and motioned for Steve to step away.

It was only a nod of his head, but Steve and Bucky were so in tune with each other it didn't matter what was said, they always knew, and Bucky was always calling the shots behind the scenes.

You were left with your wet fingers, glistening with arousal, spreading the lips of your cunt for everyone to see.

Thor and Ari kept a close eye on you, ever the body guards, but their eyes were trained between your legs.

Even the newer members of the team were shamelessly staring.

"Sarge," you mewled, letting your head fall to one side and making your saddest puppy dog eyes at Bucky, "please."

"Please, what, Bambi?" He growled back, ignoring your face in favour of watching your hands.

"Please, I can't."

He reached his hand over and you instinctively moved yours to allow him access, hoping he'd push them inside so you could feel the cold metal of his rings against your clit and the rough pads of his callouses on your g-spot.

But no such luck, he brought his hand down roughly between your legs and you cried out.

"If I tell you to fuck yourself, Bambi, you'll fuck yourself. Now. Be a good girl, cum for everyone to see."

Bucky took your hands and placed them back between your legs.

"No more messing about, I want to see at least two of your fingers stuffed in your slutty little cunt."

You obeyed with shaking hands, using your left to expose your clit slightly, you pushed two fingers into your waiting hole. It felt so good. Your knees bent in slightly, your body eager for more but already over stimulated from a days work and the thought of your filthy predicament.

Bucky nodded at your bodyguards and Thor and Ari appeared on either side of the chair, taking an ankle each and holding your legs open.

"Oh god," instead of looking you squeezed your eyes closed, stage fright getting the better of you. With your eyes closed you could smell the mingled scent of Bucky, Steve, Thor and Ari's colognes, each distinct and tantalising in their own right, but knowing they were stood so close to you made your pussy flood.

"Wow." Joaquin's voice floated from the side of the room and you recalled your evening spent by the pool with him just a few days earlier. Pressing your fingers deeper you remembered the feel of his cock pulsing against your g-spot.

"Good girl, we can see how much you want it, Bambi, don't be shy." Bucky's voice was low in your ear, accompanied by an involuntary squeeze of your thigh from Thor.

You could feel the specific pattern of callouses that formed on his fingers and palm from his preferred weapon of choice, a large hammer. But you also knew him to be fun and loving and gentle and …creative. The plug snuggled beneath you, heavy and warm, had been his idea and it was only a few weeks ago he'd had Steve and Bucky take it in turns to fill you up before plugging you again.

Your walls twitched around your fingers, squeezing down, and you slipped a third between your folds, your palm rubbing against your clit as you remembered your time in the back of the car.

"You look gorgeous like this, our little slut." Loki's voice was a low purr, prowling down the table from where he sat by the door, and suddenly the plug made you think of his cock, deep and searching inside of you as he took he roughly, not even caring that you were already with Joaquin.

"Sarge—" you gasped desperately, your free hand flying out to grab onto anything, anyone, to ground you as the tight coil of your release wound inside of you.

Bucky took your hand, placing it over the hard bulge in his suit trousers, "feel what you do to me, Bambi." He growled, "look, what you do to me."

Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, his hair curling at his nape, his face flushed.

"Look at what you do to us." Steve caught your chin between his fingers, tipping your head up.

Instantly your eyes caught on Sergei and Frank, sat either side of Loki at the other end of the table. Their jaws clenched, Sergei had his hands clasped on the table in front of him, Frank had his behind his head, knuckles white as he restrained himself.

Natasha, and then Wanda, sat beside Frank. Both women looked flushed too, their chests pink. Wanda's eyes were glazed as she stared down the table.

Nick and Max sat on Sergei's side, faces as unreadable as always when you bit your lip and made eye contact with them.

Beside Nick, Sam was breathing deeply having shoved Joaquin backwards away from the table to get a better look at you.

Val sat beside Steve's chair, her white shirt cuffs immaculate, but her fingers were pressed into each arm so hard you could see indents in the thickly starched fabric of her suit jacket.

They were hanging off your every movement, each mewl that left your lips had them gasping, gripping their chairs, tugging at their clothes — but no one touched themselves. Only you.

Your fingers pressed deeper, harder, rubbing against the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and gasping out.

"Our good little Bambi," Bucky reached out and touched you again, a soft hand that brushed down your cheek, and you turned into the feeling, practically purring from the attention. "And now, Bambi, you're going to come in front of everyone."

Embarrassment flared low in your stomach again, mixing with the deep heat of your arousal, your need too release this pent up feeling.

"I don't know —"

"You can and you will." Bucky insisted, keeping his eyes fixed on yours.

It was easier to concentrate on him than to worry about what the rest of the room could see. His blue eyes were a mere ring around the pool of his pupil, as wide as possible, taking in every inch of you.

"Come, now, Bambi, let it all go for us. Show us that cute face you make, those sweet little noises."

You were trying desperately not to make a face or a noise now, too self conscious to truly let go.

"Show us, Bambi, we want to see your beautiful face." Steve whispered in your ear, tickling the delicate skin.

"Listen to Cap, hmm? Come on those fingers for us."

It was all too much, with a last press of your fingers you squeezed your eyes shut and let go, allowing the tightness in your belly to release, your muscles relaxing, a long, drawn out moan, reverberating around the otherwise silent board room. Your fingers were wetter than before, your cum coating them.

Slowly you opened your eyes, to find only Bucky in front of you, blocking everyone else from view. He tipped your chin up gently, a tattooed hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

"Good girl, Bambi."

[viixenvi]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 18+

Summary: Steve has been away on a mission with the rest of the Avengers for about three weeks. As much as you miss him, this has given you the confidence to be bold. You start teasing him, first with some sexts but then you begin to send pictures. You've even started being bratty to him. You knew he'd be away for longer so it was nice to not have consequences for your actions. That's until Steve comes home earlier than expected and needs to teach you a lesson.

Characters: dom!Steve x bratty sub!fem!reader

Warnings: praise but also degradation but also its praise to yk?, oral (male receiving), fucking the attitude out of the reader, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, edging, Nicknames (baby, princess, slut, good girl), Hair pulling

A/N: as always, this isn't proofread so forgive me fo any mistakes.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

Steve always had control over you in the sexual aspects of your life. Not that you didn't love it. But ever since he'd been away on an almost month-long mission, you've been getting bold.

You started with sexting. It was always fun and Steve loved it, though he preferred being with you. Then you moved on to pictures, those were definitely a favorite for Steve. You'd send him the pictures in times you knew he'd punish you for later.

Of course, you loved not having consequences for your actions. Steve would be gone for another week or two at least and by then you'd stop all the teasing and brattiness and he'd forgive you.

What you didn't know, was Steve had other plans. He may have told a little white lie when he was coming back from his mission. The truth was, he was already done. He'd just flown in and the team went their separate ways, each to relax and unwind from another stressful mission.

Steve had other plans. Relaxing would come after he fucked that attitude out of you.

You have just sent another picture, this one was of you arched on the bed. You are wearing the lingerie set Steve bought you. It's a gorgeous dark blue with lace.

You didn't even hear the door open, or Steve's footsteps coming towards your shared bedroom.

"Why don't you show me how you took this photo," Steve's voice startles you. You spin around and look at him with a shocked expression. You didn't expect him to be home so soon, especially not today.

The phone in his hand had the picture you just sent, pulled up on the screen. You giggled nervously, Steve towered over you. You definitely regretted having an attitude towards him now.

"I didn't expect you for two more weeks," You say, trying to change the subject. Steve places his phone on the vanity and steps right up to you. You look up at him, a blush covering your cheeks.

"You've been such a good girl lately," Steve starts, his hand caressing your cheek. "Why be a brat now?" He puts his left hand on your waist and pulls you closer to him. "Hm? You wanted my attention, didn't you? Well, you have it now baby."

You try to speak but nothing comes out. Steve's hand on your waist is slowly getting lower and his other hand is in your hair. You try to move but he clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"I'll be good now," You whisper, looking at his lips and then at his eyes. He chuckles and pulls your hair, causing your head to be tugged back.

"No. Bad girls deserve punishment, don't they?" Steve presses his lips against your neck, his teeth slowly scraping against your skin before placing soft kisses down. He kisses up your chin till he reaches your lips.

"I think I have a few punishments in mind." You push your head forward, trying to kiss Steve. He pulls your hair more, it doesn't hurt but you know he's doing it to stop you.

You could already feel the wetness in your panties. Steve knew exactly how to turn you on and you found yourself slightly excited for what he had in store for you.

Steve pushes you onto the bed, your back hits the sheets and before you can even move, he's on top of you. He's kissing down your chest, stopping right at the top of your panties.

He flips you over, your back is facing him and you can feel his warm fingers slide up and down your back. It sends shivers down your spine. Steve smirks, unhooking your bra and slipping off your panties. He turns you back over, stepping back to observe your body.

He's missed you since he's been gone. This was one of the things he missed most, seeing you on the bed naked. You were watching his moves trying to guess what he was going to do to you. It was no secret Steve loved to punish you, but this time you had gone further than any time before. You tested his patience and he was ready to give you what you wanted.

You watch him undress, you can already see his hard cock outlined through his boxers. Once he pulled those off, you could almost see the throbbing of it. He hadn't cum since before he left on that mission. You were in for it now.

"You like what you see?" Steve pulls you off the bed and makes you get on your knees in front of him. He looks down at you, caressing your face and pushing his thumb into your mouth. You instinctively wrap your lips around it and suck on it.

His cock hovers over your face as he pulls his hand away. You don't move, you just look up at him. "You're so pretty when you are on your knees for me."

"It's a shame you are a little slut, now suck." He moves closer and his cock hits your lips. You open up and let it slide into your mouth. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you pushed his full length into your mouth. When it hit the back of your throat, you pulled back and began to mimic those moves over and over.

Steve's hands grabbed the back of your head, pushing it down to the base of his cock and letting you gag on it for a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting forward again. He moans as your warm throat tightens around his cock.

He pulls away, trying not to let himself cum right away. He had a whole night planned for you. "Get on the bed baby."

You listen to him and climb onto the bed, your back on the sheets once again. Steve leans over you and starts to kiss your chest, focusing on your nipples. His teeth graze over them and you let out a moan. He smirks as he does it again, this time slightly biting down onto your nipple.

A wave of pleasure goes through your body with every small bite. Your nipples were very sensitive and he knew exactly what to do. He pulls away and kisses his way to your other nipple, his right hand making its way to the nipple he just left.

His hand fondles with your nipple as he focuses on the other. The pleasure course through you, causing you to moan and throw your head back.

He pulls away, taking the pleasure with him. You watch him as he spreads your legs, his lips connect with your skin. He kisses up your leg, stopping at the top of your thighs.

You let a whine escape your lips, frustrated by him continuously stopping. "Steve, what are you doing?" You question, your hands reaching down and running through his hair.

"Teasing you baby, you don't like it too much huh?" Steve smirks, he stands up, and presses his cock against your entrance. He leans down, his body pressed against yours, his cock staying in the same place.

"If you cum, you'll be punished," he whispers in your ear, thrusting into you. He stays inside of you like that, letting you adjust.

Now you knew what he was doing, he was edging you. You couldn't cum unless he said so and you knew the punishments would just make it harder not to.

"Fuck!" you moan out as he starts thrusting into you. His hands go up and down the sides of your body. You press your lips against him and he kisses you roughly. His tongue pushes into your mouth and he moans.

Steve's cock pounds into you harder when he pulls away from the kiss. He presses his hands onto your legs, spreading them wider. He looks down at you, your head is pushed back into the sheets.

He loves how he makes you feel, especially since you are so vocal about it. Your moans echo in the room, you reach up to your chest and pinch your nipples.

Steve groans, watching you as you play with your breasts. He pulls out and flips you over, pulling your ass towards him. He pushes his cock back into your pussy and grabs a handful of your hair.

He pulls your head back, your hair in his hands and you moan making him pound into you faster. He uses his other hand to slap your ass, a reminder of what will happen if you cum.

You can feel the pressure build up in your stomach. You were so close to an orgasm and Steve knew that. He pulls your hair back harder and leans close to your face.

"Don't cum," He warns, kissing your neck and pushing your head into the sheets. Steve thrusts one last hard time and you feel his cum release into you. You grip the sheets, feeling the pressure slowly go away.

"Good girl," Steve kisses down your back, pulling his cock out and watching the cum fall out of your hole.

You turn around and reach down to your clit, your fingers desperately trying to create some pleasure to come back. Steve slaps your hand away, shaking his head and giving you a look.

"No touching yourself." He grabs his boxers, pulls them on, and climbs into bed with you.

"That's not fair," You try to protest. His arms wrap around you to pull you to his chest.

"Being a tease was not fair," he replies, causing you to huff and lay your head on his chest.

"Fine, don't expect any more pictures anytime soon." His hands rub your back and he chuckles.

"Why have pictures when I can fuck the real thing?"

"Fuck you," You joke, giggling at his response.

"You just did sweetheart."

[stuckysbike]

More Than One Valentine

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Stucky x Reader, Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader

AU: you finally get Steve and Bucky together- now you need to work out what to do with yourself abs your broken heart.

Warnings: angst, smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, FWB situation, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky, Dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, switch!reader

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Bucky and Steve finally shared their first kiss on Valentine’s Day.

It was a bittersweet moment for you; you’d been trying to get them together for too long and now you had nothing to do, nowhere to go.

In a twisted and complicated situation you’d ended up as a FWB to both of them. It started with Bucky, a wet night with only his leather coat for shelter turned into desperate kissing and more. Then three months later he was on a mission and Steve had come in from a date in a terrible headspace.

You called Bucky because you didn’t know what else to do. Bucky’s advice was to screw Steve’s brains out.

“What?” You stuttered.

“He gets too into his head, you gotta’ help him clear it out doll,” Bucky said in that gruff tone.

“I - but - we-“

“Go ahead. I don’t mind sharing our arrangement with Stevie. Always shared everything with him anyway, you’re no different,” Bucky said as if you were an old coat or a favourite book.

It hurt, deep in your gut like a hand twisting it savagely, but you brushed it aside. You were just a couple of friends who tamed an itch. Bucky probably did it with lots of girls and guys. You weren’t his only one. You couldn’t be.

So you fell into a routine with them. If Steve had any reservations he didn’t share them and his mood changed, not just that night but overall. He was lighter, different like he had a plan again.

It was obvious they were in love, that they wanted each other. Everyone could see it, especially you. You spent most time with them, you saw the subtle touches, kind words and gentle gestures. You would find them making each other breakfast, or always making sure the other one was drinking enough water.

And the sex was …even? You never spent more time with one over the other. You went from one to the other than back.

Sometimes you didn’t even get to shower; after a night with Steve Bucky would drag you to his room in the morning to taste you while Steve went on a run. Sometimes Steve would come in after a long stint of being Captain America and bury his face in you pussy moments after Bucky had went to his own room.

“I can’t take it. They’re ruining my vagina,” you complained to Nat one evening after too many cocktails. The and my heart was left unspoken but you both knew it.

Nat had laughed anyway because in that moment you both needed to laugh. “Set them up.” She poured another drink. She wasn’t even following recipes any longer. It was shots of hard liquor that burned in the best way.

So you did, you made sure the floor you all shared was off limits, you lit candles and played soft music, dimmed the lights. You got your hands on some Asgardian Champagne, scattered rose petals and made sure both their bedrooms had ample supplies of lube and toys.

You made sure your own room had noise cancelling headphones, snacks and a queue of your favourite shows all lined up to make sure you didn’t think too much. Or hear too much.

You should have prepared for a broken heart.

Here they were after confessing their love and finally kissing as they stood in front of the massive windows. You were on the couch, you needed to start them off, convince them to take the leap, but as soon as they got lost in each other you stood and slipped away.

At least you tried to.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked, his voice small and vulnerable.

You froze and looked over your shoulder. They were both looking your way, faces unreadable.

“To give you both some privacy,” you said quietly.

“But we need to thank you,” Bucky’s voice was equally soft.

You offered them a smile, it was genuine because you were happy for them, you just realised too damn late that you’d fallen for both of them.

They walked towards you, a pair of supersoldiers, one beefy the other sculpted. One dark the other light.

Two pairs of blue eyes burned into your skin. You felt like crying, because it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and all they were going to do was hug you then get on with their lives.

Bucky caught your hand and pulled you towards his body but he turned you so your back was to his chest.

“Say thank you Stevie,” he growled.

Steve immediately dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was gentle, just a brush of his pink lips as they pressed into yours. He pulled away after the kiss that was not just friendly. “Thank you.” He had that sincere look, the honest voice.

Your heart broke a little more.

And then Bucky was turning you in his arms and looking down at you. Steve’s big hands rested on your hips as he held you in place for Bucky. Bucky was rougher than Steve, his lips pressed you harder more demanding making you weak at the knees.

Where Steve asked Bucky took.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Now where were we?”

And they started kissing over your shoulder. They moved close crushing your body between theirs, hands holding you still as they explored each others mouths.

You gasped and tried to slip away but you were trapped. You tried harder only for them to part and Bucky looked at you with hard eyes.

“Stop squirming doll, I’m kissing on my fella and you’re distracting me. You’ll get your turn.” You gaped up at Bucky but his focus was back on Steve. “Come ‘ere you.”

You could hear the wet noises of their kisses, could feel their physical reactions as you stood trapped between their hard bodies.

When they pulled apart for air you found yourself turned back to Steve and he was kissing you, desperate now as he licked into your mouth. He let out a needy moan as he lifted you and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Bucky growled. His hands were on your hips and ass and it took you a moment to realise you were moving towards Steve’s bedroom.

Steve fell back on his bed and looked up at you with doe eyes, lips parted and pure trust. And something else you couldn’t place. You were straddling his waist when the bedroom door clicked shut.

“Don’t mind me,” Bucky sat on the chair in the corner, and you looked between them. Maybe this was one last night with them, and you would make it count before they got on with the rest of their lives without you.

In the bedroom Steve was submissive. It had surprised you at first; but it made sense. Steve carried the universe on his shoulders sometimes so it was natural that he’d want to forget. So you were what he needed you to be. You took charge, took care of him, made it so that he didn’t need a plan or a rousing speech in the bedroom.

Bucky was dominant, that didn’t surprise you at all. He needed control, where he’d been tortured before now he thrived in giving pleasure in making decisions, on taking care of his lovers. You let him take care of you, you basked in and enjoyed it. You loved the attention.

And you were the perfect switch between them giving each of them what they needed.

You bit your lip, nerves running through you but you pushed it aside to try and enjoy one last night with them both.

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green!” Steve said urgently.

“Steve, take your clothes off,” you said. Steve immediately sat up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking between you and Bucky but you clicked your tongue and Steve’s eyes flew to you. “Eyes on me baby, you have him all to yourself soon enough.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunched and Bucky shifted in his chair but you stayed still watching Steve. He folded his shirt then toed his shoes off, and as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops he looked down at you, holding it between big hands.

Bucky sucked in a breath as you nodded and Steve set the belt on the bed for later. He sat and removed his socks then his pants.

Once upon a time his cheeks would have been red by this point but Steve had gotten past that, he trusted you and with his attention on you the fact that Bucky was sitting right there didn’t even phase him.

His boxer briefs were navy blue, and it was obvious he was aroused by the whole situation. He looked at you as he thumbed the waistband.

“Won’t be much fun with them on will it Soldier?” You teased and his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before he started to push them down. “Eyes on me.” You reminded him and his confidence returned.

And then Steve was naked, standing tall and proud and fully erect. You looked at Bucky and he was watching the two of you with something that looked like pride.

“Why don’t you get your ring, plug and the lube?” You suggested to Steve.

Bucky groaned and you glanced over at him as Steve scrambled across the bed to grab what he wanted from underneath. “Do you want to cut in?”

Bucky smiled, warm and genuine and for a second your breath caught. “Yes,” he said softly. “But not yet. I’m dying to see where this goes.”

When you turned back to the bed Steve was kneeling in the middle, eyes wide and wet lips parted. “You look like a horny puppy.” You told him and it made him laugh.

You didn’t say anything else as you removed your clothes and Steve settled down to watch you, waiting patiently with his hands in his lap.

When you got to your bra and panties you hesitated but Bucky’s soft voice rang in your ears. “All of it.”

You looked over at him, making eye contact to acknowledge you’d heard him then nodded, holding his gaze.

You removed your bra, then panties and Steve let out a gentle moan.

“On your back baby,” you told Steve. He complied immediately and lay back, spreading his long legs so you could settle between his thighs. He handed you a pillow and you thanked him with a kiss to the lips then helped him place it under his hips. “Do you want your belt?”

Steve nodded eagerly and you handed it to him. Steve lay back with his arms stretched above his head holding the belt in his hands.

“Colour?” You checked.

“Green,” Steve said.

“Steve is such a good boy that he stays like that until he’s told to move,” you told Bucky. “Well, most of the time.”

Bucky laughed softly and you drew your focus back to Steve. Bending you kissed his thighs, nipping at sensitive skin. As you moved closer Steve moaned and gasped until finally you were pressing a chaste kiss to the base of his cock.

You kissed lower until your tongue reached his tightly furled ass, and then with wet licks you proceeded to help him relax. You didn’t notice Bucky get out of his chair, not until you saw the black vibranium hand resting on Steve’s knee.

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Too much for you?”

“Christ Dolly you’re killing me,” Bucky’s voice was rough with arousal.

You giggled and got back to your task. It wasn’t long before you were sitting up and drizzling lube on your fingers. You warmed it up then pressed two against his puckered hole.

“The lube is edible and flavoured. Steve likes his asshole eaten,” you said conversationally to Bucky.

Steve whined and you grinned up at him. You shuffled closer and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum and sucking the skin as you curled your fingers. Steve cried out and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose as he filled your throat. You loved this, Steve at your mercy as you pleasured him.

When you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose you pulled back and reached for the cock ring. “He doesn’t really need this, he has a refractory period just like yours but sometimes he’s over eager. He can get…messy.”

Steve moaned softly, hearing you talk about him as if he wasn’t there was driving him insane in the best way.

“You know him well,” Bucky praised. He was right behind you now looking over your shoulder, still fully clothed apart from his shoes and socks. You hadn’t noticed him taking them off.

You reached for the plug next, it was a smaller one, black, with a flared base. It slipped in easily but Steve moaned and arched his back. You turned it slowly and watched his chest heave.

“How do you feel?” You asked Steve.

He nodded and met your eyes. “I feel yeah-“

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green,” Steve practically slurred.

You chuckled and then settled back onto your haunches. Bucky looked at you curious for your next move.

“He’s all yours,” you whispered looking up at him.

A big hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you softly. “He’s all ours Doll.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wished that were true but you pushed the hope away. This was about getting them together. Nothing else.

Bucky kissed you, his movements lazy but dominating and he gripped your soft skin. His hand slipped between your legs and you’d been able to ignore your needs until now but as soon as his fingertip brushed your slick puffy lips you sighed and leaned into Bucky. His other hand moved to your hair and he fisted it just enough to pull your head back. “I’m so proud of you. Watching you with Steve, so proud of both of you.”

You felt the blood warm your cheeks at his praise and snuggled against him.

“Now, I’m going to undress. I want you to get a reward for being so good to Stevie, what do you say Steve?” Bucky asked easily taking over the room.

Steve nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, baby, sit on my face?”

“Yeah, I want to see that. Go sit on his face baby,” Bucky kissed you again. You did as he asked, turning so you could watch him. Steve didn’t let go of the belt as his tongue dove inside your folds, lapping and sucking at your juices.

Steve moaned and Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “Hovering baby girl? That’s against the rules,” Bucky warned.

Steve moaned again and you chuckled, giving Bucky a bright smile. “I know he’s been good, but he has to earn it,” you teased.

Bucky smiled softly and removed his black boxer briefs and then he was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs. He skimmed his fingers along the sensitive skin on Steve’s thighs and you could see Steve tremble. You close that moment to rest your full weight on him for a few seconds, knowing he needed it.

His moans vibrated through you and then Bucky was kissing you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Bucky touched Steve and every time he cried out or trembled you rested your weight onto him, calming him.

And then Bucky was bringing the plug out, replacing it with his fingers. His eyes flicked up to you as Steve sucked on your clit.

“Cum baby,” Bucky said. You didn’t even know you were waiting for permission. You cried out as your release washed through you, making your toes curl. As you came down from your high Bucky kissed you. “Now go clean him up.”

You moved fast, straddling Steve’s tummy and kissing over his face, licking into his mouth. You were so busy kissing Steve you almost missed the deep groan he let out. Two hands, one warm and one cold lifted your hips and then Steve’s cock was sliding snugly into your soaked cunt.

“I’m going to fuck both of you now,” Bucky warned.

“Please Bucky,” you whined.

Bucky’s hand slid into your hair and he grabbed a thick fistful as he pulled you back against his chest.

“Look at you,” Bucky growled in your ear as his other hand slid around your throat. His nimble fingers trailed your body, plucking at your nipples, squeezing soft flesh, tickling your hips and exploring the area where you and Steve were joined. “Our perfect girl.”

“Bucky,” you turned to him squeezing your thighs. Beneath you Steve grunted as you squeezed his cock, his eyes never leaving you and Bucky.

“Colour?” Bucky asked you.

“So fuckin’ green!” You said.

“Stevie, baby I need you to hold onto her, make sure she has some support. Hands up,” he said.

Steve let go of the belt and raised his hands, palms up and fingers wide. “Good boy baby,” Bucky praised. You reached out and pressed your palms to Steve’s, let your fingers tangle and lock together.

Steve tested the pressure, moving you slightly and you couldn’t help but giggle as he practically used you as a weight, lowering you to kiss his lips then pushing you back to Bucky’s chest.

Bucky let out a soft laugh at the two of you and hooked his chin over your bare shoulder. “Show off,” he said to Steve. Steve, in a happy headspace blew him a kiss.

Bucky started off gentle, his thrusts going through Steve and into you. Bucky was taking his time, working out this new position as he managed both of you.

His hands returned to your body, his fingers strumming over your body. He knew every nerve, knew what made you sigh and squeal, what relaxed you and what wound you up.

With a palm on your back he pushed you forward until you were lying on Steve’s chest. His right hand gripped your butt cheek, moulding the flesh and you knew it was coming but you still yelped.

Steve grunted, you were squeezing his cock again. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Bucky’s voice cut through your brain fog and you nodded.

“I broke a rule,” you slurred. Steve kissed your cheek and forehead as he simply observed. “I hovered.”

Bucky grunted in agreement and a few more slaps landed on you. “You had a good reason though so I think that’ll do.”

Bucky’s hands moved over your back as he curled over you both. His right hand cupped Steve’s cheek. Kissing each other in this position would be impossible so he ran his thumb over Steve’s lips. Steve opened his mouth and sucked Bucky’s thumb in. Bucky groaned at the sight and the sensation.

“You good there Sweetheart?” Bucky asked him.

Steve’s smile was dopey, despite Bucky’s digit in his way and he nodded, his eyes shining. “Never better.”

The words were garbled but easily understood none the less. As Bucky pulled away he kissed your cheek.

Bucky started to thrust again and you moved back to sit on Steve, that’s when you realised you couldn’t feel the cock ring. Bucky must have removed it from Steve and you were grateful because you didn’t think you had the ability to remove it at this point. You were a soft Dom, you didn’t like delaying or preventing orgasms, you were too needy yourself.

You kissed Steve’s chest and face as Bucky fucked him and Steve sobbed into your mouth when your lips met. Bucky’s movements were getting more aggressive and Steve was gasping and thrashing in pleasure.

“Is he good?” You prompted.

“So good, I’m - it’s - he’s amazing,” Steve said.

“Shush, baby hush, he’ll hear you and his ego will be insufferable,” you teased.

Bucky laughed, his hand sliding around your throat and pulling you back to his chest. “So rude,” he grunted as he kissed you, his fingers finally brushing over your clit.

Steve came first after you clenched around his cock, your body chasing Bucky’s fingers, and you followed a few moments behind him. The familiar stutter of Bucky’s breathing told you he’d found his release too.

“You two will be the death of me,” he said as he kissed your neck and shoulders and helped you untangle yourself from Steve.

A warm cloth was cleaning you, hands were moving you and you realised Steve was getting the same treatment as he sighed in contentment.

Bucky got into bed on the other side of Steve and smiled softly at you both.

“I should go,” you said suddenly.

“No!” They both said at once.

You shifted. “But I- this was about you two.”

Steve pulled you on top of him then rolled over, pinning you between him and Bucky. “Going nowhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “Darlin’ we’re crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I know you like to talk about feelings and stuff but we’re doing this my way. You’re my best girl, he’s my best guy, we’ll work it out from there.”

You opened your mouth but your words betrayed you so instead you snuggled into their arms and enjoyed their warmth. Maybe this could work, maybe the three of you could find peace.

“Besides,” Steve yawned, “you negate our stupid.”

You giggled. Bucky slid a leg between yours and rested his hand on Steve’s chest.

Meanwhile deep inside your own chest your heart sang.

[malertop]

Steve Rogers x TonyStarkSon!Male Reader

THE WHINY ACCIDENT

Gif is not mine!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: bad bad bad writing,since english aint my first language and this is like my fourth or fifth fanfiction the writing may or just isn't the best..or great!,please forgive me if it's just BAD.

1 PM: MONDAY

"Are you sure you're ready for this Y/N?" Tony Stark asked.Tony Stark was and is known as the one and only Iron Man but also as a highly intelligent playboy who is also a billionaire man."Yes dad,can you calm down now and just trust me!" Y/N said.Y/N Stark is the son of Tony Stark and the big brother of their second child named Morgan Stark.Y/N Stark is a smart guy just like his father,but one thing that made him special is that he was gifted with powerful magic,and because he was ready to do anything to save people.Y/N magic was something powerful,so of course he had to join the Avengers but what happened is that he got a super big crush on the leader of the Avengers who is also known as the one and only Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers."Oh c'mon,this is dangerous and you're just a kid,MY KID.I am sorry that I am worried for my son's safety!" Tony said dramatically again,scared and worried for his son's first actual dangerous mission "Dad oh my god don't worry I am going to be just fine!" Y/N insisted,he tried telling his dad for the 50x time probably already that he is going to be okay "Okay no,I am done!" Tony said as he put his hands in the air "What do you mean now?" Y/N said as he rolled his eyes as he sighted "I am sending Steve with you so he can watch you." Tony said with a serious voice and face "...I AM NOT A KID!" Y/N said as he yelled "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Y/N yelled in his mind "GOD PLEASE TELL ME HE IS JOKING!PLEASE PLEASE DAD TELL ME YOUR JOKING,I CAN'T BE WITH HIM ALONE" "Oh you are a kid kiddo,you're my kid and i don't want anything bad to happen to you." Tony said as he pointed at me as I just gave up.As I looked up I saw him starting to walk towards the door "Where are you going?" Y/N asked him as Tony turned to face the kid "Where else do you think?,You know what just stay here and wait." Tony said as he opened the door and then left.After 20 minutes Tony came back but with someone Y/N didn't exactly expected to see right at the moment "Okay Steve are you sure your fine with going with him?" Tony said before entering the door,with Steve next to him "I got no problem with that,and we can get along kind of more" Steve said with a smile "Are you saying you want to be friends with my son?" Tony asked as he pointed at Steve "what wait n-" as Steve started to panic Tony interrupted him "just kidding,I don't care" Tony said as he opened the door and let himself and Captain America enter where they saw Y/N already sleeping on his chair since as a hero he didn't had much time to sleep.

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7 PM: MONDAY

"Okay I am going to take a shower..." Steve said quietly as he put you in a bed "this kid is really heavy,I am really swea-" but as Steve was staying he noticed something that caught his eyes immediately,his eyes winded as he saw Y/N's bulge through his pants,he started to slowly move his hands towards Y/N's bulge as you were sleeping,just wanting to feel it but stopped himself and instantly backed away "okay Steve...just go to the shower." he said quietly as blush appeared on his face,he instantly rushed towards the bathroom leaving Y/N's unconscious body on the bed.

7:15 PM: MONDAY

"ugh" Y/N mumbled as he started to open his eyes.Seeing the light hurted his eyes for a bit but then his eyes got used to the lights,he got up and started looking at the room wondering where he is "where am I?..." Y/N said confused as he started walking but then bumped into a person "Oh your awake kid?" Steve said as he stood In front of Y/N,his perfect body still being wet and dripping some water,his big pecs which are better than any tits,his abs,his muscular arms,and the towel that was the problem right now because it was the only thing he was wearing."Oh-I-" "oh my god oh my god,please please stop i am going to get hard" Y/N stood there with blush on his face,frozen and not being able to say anything while standing in front of the muscular adult "M/N?...are you okay?" Steve asked as he put his hand on Y/N's shoulder,Y/N turned his head looking down and seeing he is starting to get turned on,Steve noticed Y/N looking down and he decided to see what he was looking at,he slowly turned his head down just to see Y/N's cock jumping and twitching through his pants,he instantly turned his head up and saw Y/N looking at him "...Did I make this?" Steve asked as he touched the bulge which made Y/N flinch for a second.

Steve looked at the shorter young boy who was blushing and all shy,Y/N couldn't move or do anything,and Steve couldn't risk what he desired,to get dumb fucked by the boy.Steve started to stroke the cock through the boy pants as he kept looking at him "tell me Y/N..do you want to have some fun,since some people think i am boring..but i can make real fun~" Steve said with a seductive voice as he kneeled down to the floor,seeing the boy face clearly made him even more turned on by the situation that he and the boy was in right now."W-What kind of fun?.." Y/N said stuttering while watching the older men that was on the floor stroking his dick through the pants,"oh you will see~" Steve said and instantly took down the pants revealing Y/N's big cock,the guy didn't even wait a second and took the dick inside his mouth,making himself already gag on it.Y/N moaned from the unexpected move Steve made as Steve started to give the shorter guy a blowjob.A gag after another fag followed from the older guy and moan and moan from the younger guy,Y/N couldn't help it but grab Steve's hair and push himself deep inside of his throat making the older men choke,Steve rolled his eyes as saliva was all around Y/N's cock.Y/N throw Steve to the ground as Steve began breathing for air,Y/N grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the bed as the towel fell."So Captain was a little bitch huh..then let me handle you like one~" Y/N said as he grabbed Steve's legs and pulled them towards him,splitting them apart wide open and looking at the breathing shaved white soft hole "W-Wait M/N it may not fit without prep-" "Don't worry Steve..your saliva made my cock wet enough to be used as a lube~" as Y/N said that he spit in his hand and brought it towards Steve's hole,he felt the soft skin of the older male turning him on even more as he couldn't wait anymore.

*slap* a slap was heard,Y/N slapped his hole teasing the older men with his dick as he watched the expression "Please M/N..just put inside of me already!~" Steve begged as he couldn't wait anymore,Steve was needy and that was well known for anyone now."What if it doesn't fit,Captain?" Y/N teased "then either we or I will make it fit" Steve teased back as he made Y/N blush,after hearing those words Y/N instantly put his whole cock inside of Steve's hole which made his eyes go wide open as he moaned by the unexpected move.Steve became a mess as Y/N thrusted more and more "Oh yeeeessss!" Steve said as he moaned "Destroy my hole M/!N,~~" Steve moaned as his hole was getting destroyed "Fuckkking god!~~~" Steve cursed out of enjoyment "What happened Captain,i thought we should watch our language and not curse?" Y/N teased as he continued to thrust every second,his balls hitting Steve's ass,his cock being buried inside of his whore hole "T-The language doesn't matter n-now~~" Steve said with cracks in his voice,Y/N started thrusting faster as Steve act like himself anymore "you like that Captain,making you my little bitch?" Y/N teased with a smirk as the slaps could be heard from miles away "yeeeeeesss~~" Steve said as his eyes rolled back which suprised Y/N making him stop for a second "wait why...why did you stop?" Steve asked as his eyes we're making eye contact with Y/N "i-" "Please M/N don't stop,look what you did to me already~" Steve cut Y/N off,as he finishes his sentence Y/N looked down at his hole and for a second pulled out revealing the wrecked hole of the older man "see..so-so don't stop!~" Steve said with smile and the next second his eyes rolled "Fuck yeah that pussy!" Y/N said as he shove his whole cock inside of Steve's hole and began thrusting again but faster than ever,slaps could be heard miles away as they were made every 1 second "FUCK M/N DESTROY MY LITTLE PUSSY~!!" Steve loudly moaned as he put his hands on Y/N's back "DESTROY MY PUSSY M/N,OWN IT,MAKE ME NOTHING BUT A MESS!" Steve continued as Y/N started to feel himself getting close "PLEASE M/N JUST MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND OWN ME ALREADY,JUST DESTROY MY LITTLE CUNT AND O-OH-OHH FUCKK~!" Steve finished his sentence with eye rolling again as Y/N hit his spot "RIGHT THERE!,RIGHT THERE M/N! GAPE MY PROSTATE AND MAKE ME YOUR TOY~!" Steve moaned "fuck S-Steve..I..I am feeling really close~" "CUM INSIDE ME M/N!,PLEASE FILL THE INSIDES OF MY PUSSY~!" as Steve finished his begging that made Y/N completely out of control "fuck you pussy is sucking my dick S-So bad!~" Y/N said as he did his final thrust,cum started filling up Steve's soft wrecked hole.

1 PM: WEDNESDAY

"I am so proud of you son" Tony said as he hugged Y/N who of course hugged back,after like 1 minute Tony finally pulled back and looked at Y/N "you grow up so fast,just like how fast you were able to defeat them" Tony smiled "Dad c'mon!,I ain't a baby" "well in my heart you will always be a baby" Tony said as Y/N chuckled "Now you can go,I have to take a call" Tony said as he started walking towards his desk,while Y/N out of the door,he came to his room and as Y/N opened the door and entered,closing it and as he turned around he was stunned "Hello Y/N" Steve said as he came closer to younger guy,Steve was wearing nothing but a towel,he dropped the towel as he revealed himself wearing Captain America jockstrap "you dealt so good with the villains that I think you deserve an award" Steve said with a smirk on his as Y/N looked at him.

[bugclot]

Ten Steps Ahead

You've found yourself in a stucky sticky situation after getting caught snooping in Bucky's drawers after he took your favorite thong as a punishment for teasing him and Steve with it on, so the two best pals decide to take it in their own heroic hands.

content: 18+, dubcon, dom!bucky barnes x dom!steve rogers x sub reader, spanking, choking, sort of angst, bucky & steve punishing brat reader, humiliation, hair pulling, edging, bj, cucky bucky, fuck just read all my kinks and have fUn.

"Manners, darling. Now, what do you say to Steve?"

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"Thank you, Captain."

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Bucky and Steve both just love to find different ways to gain control of you. Even when you think for a second that you're ahead, they just always seem to be ten steps further. Shit. This time, you had gotten in minor trouble with Buck, earning yourself basically a "time-out" in your room at the base while the rest of the crew went out for bowling (or so you thought), also resulting in him taking yet your new favorite lace panties—asshole. Too bad you're too much of a pain in the ass to just stay put, you're gonna go get them back.

You've found yourself walking down to his apartment-suite which was just down the hall from yours, you made sure to check around to make sure the coast was clear—little did you know you missed a few spots. You used your key that Bucky had given you back when you two, well, three, have started your interesting little friendship. Being the fairly new and quite stubborn avenger you were, the two men took it upon themselves to put you in your place whenever needed be. I'll save you the lore. You softly shut the door and slink your way through his cozy yet humble apartment to the bedroom, you head straight for the dresser and begin to rummage.

It isn't long before you're joined by someone else. You hear an "Aha." and it startles you, you turn and boom.

"Ten steps further I see." you say in your mind, feeling defeated once more, staring at the blonde broad. Of fucking course Bucky sent Steve. His right hand man, just to check in on your activities. Steve wasn't really your favorite person to work with, you always hated his captain-savior complex he seemed to always have trailing behind him, at least that's what it seemed like to you. Many times Tony and you enjoyed playfully jabbing at Steve, just to tease him and share your mutual annoyance with the super soldier, with Bucky eyeing you down with a warning look every time.

"Y/N." Steve announces, his voice laced with sternness. "What do you think you're doing?" This tone attempted to pierce through your ego, but you didn't let it. You eye your stolen garment, it's hanging off of his index finger and you scoff, "Did Bucky send you to watch me or something?" you ask while crossing your arms. "Buck had a hunch you'd be out of your room, as did I." He looks down at your undergarment, toying with it and speaks again, "You're definitely not getting these back."

The nerve.

You roll your eyes and walk towards him, he looks up upon hearing your movement, shifts his weight, ready for anything. You stop in front of him—toe to toe, looking up at him, confidence tattooed all over you. "Steve—" "That's Cap to you." He interrupted you, fixed on your stature. Right. Captain and Sergeant when they're in control over you. But, who does he think he is? Playing big and bad with you? You see, it was easy to be such a brat to Steve, he wasn't as harsh as Bucky, that's who truly humbled you when need be. "Aye aye, Captain Rogers," you mockingly salute him, "Give me my shit back. Don't make this harder than it has to be." Steve furrows his eyebrows, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he purses, "Do you know what year it is? Shut the fuck up." You spat and make a sudden reach for his hand, he quickly and swiftly grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks and lets out a huff, "That language back in my day would earn you a good old fashioned punishment. Haven't Bucky and I taught you that yet?" Your heart rate begins to pick up from adrenaline as you try to break from his grip upon him putting his hands on you, "Let me-" you stop yourself as you notice someone behind him—standing tall, buff, and in full tactical gear, not an outfit he'd go bowling in.

Bucky.

Goddamn, does he have to look so menacing? He seems to be burning a hole through you with his icy stare, arms crossed showcasing the definition of his build even more. "Y/N." He says, nothing else.

He paralyzes you, you've been caught.

Steve turns his head to look at his best pal, as he tosses your garment to him, and Bucky gives him a nod. Steve returns the gesture and turns back to you, he chuckles slightly under his breath as he brings you to the side of the bed facing the drawer and sits down, he attempts to bend you over his knee but you put on a struggle, no way he's about to take the reins,

"Wh-" you start,

You remember your other dear dominant friend is watching you. Knowing what he'd do to you, you comply. All of a sudden you feel the sharp sting of Steve's hand make contact with your backside through your Nike Pros, the ones that Bucky loves to see you prance around and train in. You hesitate to protest knowing this is all his doing until Steve makes contact again. "Fuck." You slip out. He lands another three smacks before responding to you, "Language." You try to claw at Steve's pant leg in protest, "Okay, okay, fine! You win." You chirp out as Steve starts up again—hard. Your cheeks on your face begin to heat from embarrassment, and unfortunately slight pleasure from this, along with feelings of defeat striking along with Steve's rhythm. Knowing that Bucky is simply watching, facilitating this, drives you up the wall. This is the ideal punishment for you.

Always ten steps ahead.

What feels like twenty counts later, you feel a nosy hand glide down to your helplessly soaked snatch, you close your eyes and labor your breathing as he slightly thumbs your clit through your pants, causing you to accidentally whine out. That sensation stops as Steve continues to rain down on your backside.

After five more minutes of fighting to get up from Steve and him effortlessly pinning your arm against your lower back, which seems like forever, Bucky's voice surprises you, "Stand up."

Immediately you hop off Steve's lap and step away from him, trying not to meet that look on his face. "Take off your clothes." Bucky growls, his request sent aches straight through your already ruined core, you wrinkle your eyebrows at him and motion to Steve. As if this wasn't enough? He's sitting in victory on the bed. You squeak out, "Buck—" He uncrosses his arms and cuts you off, "Sarge." He corrects. Ah, yeah. You look down nervously and he speaks up again, "You just don't listen, do you? How many times have we gone through this, doll?" Doll. You slowly strip in front of the two fully clothed super soldiers, feeling powerless and humiliated. Ironically, you're not wearing any panties, huh, thanks a lot to Bucky! The weight of the room was heavy, similar to the feeling of a predator stalking its' prey, you knew that if you made one wrong move, you'd be pounced on.

The drift from the room and the eyes from the two men cause goosebumps to form all over. Steve looks at the mess between and on your inner thighs and laughs, him and his old pal exchange looks as if they're speaking in their own language telepathically. Your breathing pattern changes, anticipating the next move from either one of these devils. Your breathing catches Bucky's attention and he smirks seeing his precious little brat being humbled by him and his own best friend, he motions Steve to grab you once again, which he does with ease and pulls you on the bed with him.

Bucky, leaning against the nightstand against the wall facing the foot of the bed, his hands on the stand holding his weight behind him. "So you're enjoying this, huh?" He asks as Steve leans back on the headboard as he positions you leaning against him, head back on his shoulder with your legs spread and womanhood drooling for attention. He has your left arm held with his, with his right arm over your other, giving him perfect access. His right hand clawing agonizingly lightly on your upper thigh. "Not so talkative now, Y/N." He says with rasp in his voice. You wiggle around to try to give your abused backside room to breathe. "Steve, shut the fuck up." You grunt out. Oh, how you hated to be belittled, as stubborn as you are. Without hesitation, he slaps your inner thigh, causing you to quietly cry out. He then says, "You're in the wrong position to be this bold, Y/N." The tone of his voice makes your nipples jump, you know that your body belongs to Steve and Bucky, but your mind has a mind of its' own. Steve lets out a "tsk, tsk, tsk," as he punishes your thigh in the same place again, you flinch, your arm tired from the position Steve has it in. Bucky speaks up at you with a demanding tone, "Y/N, look me in the eyes." You hesitate, then look at the metal armed soldier, "What have I told you about teasing Daddy like that?" he coos, you part your lips to respond but you're cut off with a set of fingers teasing at your clit, agonizingly slow. You have no choice but to moan out in response to this sudden action from Steve, and the exacting tone from Bucky which made you so goddamn sensitive. You try your best to keep your eye contact with Bucky, his emotionless brooding against your drooling, pretty little face. "Prancing around in these?" He holds up the laced, revealing underwear that had gotten you into this, Bucky continues, "Teasing me and Steve like that? You're such a mindless little hot mess. Look at you." He was right. Absolutely right. Naked, hot and bothered under these two, legs spread for the world to see, showcasing your soaked center, sweat dribbled on your face along with the drool coming from your mouth from your mouth being ajar. Steve picks up his pace, driving your heart rate to pick up, causing you to lose your eye contact with Bucky, letting your head fall back into Steve's built shoulder. "Look at me." Bucky snarls, you pick your head up with the little strength you have and your eyes start to water, "I'm sorry, Sarge." You feebly apologize. Steve looks at you, watching your flushed face as you play staring contest with Buck. Steve lets his middle and ring finger slip to your entrance, not going in completely but keeping them there, while he allows his thumb to press down on your center, causing your back to arch and for you to near,

"Hmm," He sings to your ear, "I think I want you to cum for me, Y/N." Those words alone could have sent you over the edge if it wasn't for Bucky to immediately shoot that chance down by opposing to you, "Y/N, not until I say so. You know your place." You let your eyes roll to the ceiling. The opposing sides drives you insane. Listening to Steve would earn you another punishment from Bucky, and listening to Bucky would earn you--well, more of this relentless teasing from Steve.

Bucky glides to the foot of the bed, not breaking his eye contact, "Hey, eyes on me." He snaps and you immediately look back at him, "Don't you dare. You hear me?" His words doing a number on you, he knows exactly what he's doing.

Bucky held the panties that caused all of this with his right hand and climbs on the bed shuffling closer to you, he then shoves them over your mouth, holding them there and holds himself up on your thigh with his metal hand. Your eyes roll back as you use everything in you to follow his orders. Steve looks down at you as well, as you're still leaning back on his shoulder,

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Bucky growls over you, while Steve is telling you the opposite.

"Cum for me, honey,"

"Don't even think about it, doll."

"It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Don't give me a reason to punish you again."

Overstimulation tears come from your eyes. Embarrassment from this forced submission, pleasure, and irritation sends electric shocks down to your core, you breathe unevenly through your nose, looking Bucky straight in the eyes as he gags you. The cold yet satisfying touch of his metal hand on your thigh not helping at all as the hefty pit in your stomach only grows by the minute. You shake under Steve and Bucky's touch.

You whine out the best little, "Please, daddy," you could against the cloth, your breathing getting heavier, to which Bucky responds to you with a "What was that?" And squeezing your thigh, obviously knowing what you said. The clit stimulation, the teasing at your entrance, the asphyxiation, and slight fear of Bucky's next moves, as well as the back and forth, sends you into overdrive. Your throat is raw from the whining and moaning done. Your eyes flicker as you reach the summit—giving into Steve's soft dominant request, going against Bucky's. Steve smirks down at you and he sighs against your ear, "That's my good girl." You struggle to breathe as you recover from your high. When you seem to be barely caught up on your breathing, Bucky removes his hands and scoots to the edge of the bed, taking you with him by gripping your thighs and sliding you against him. "Trembling under daddies' touches." He growled to himself. The fury in his eyes give you a mix of angst and more pleasurable aches shaking through you once again.

Bucky keeps your right leg up over his shoulder, securing you with his metal arm, he slaps your soaked pussy and you cry out a very pornographic cry, "So, so disobedient. I thought I told you not to cum?" His voice booms through your dizzy head as you apologize meekly. His hand comes down again and again, causing you to arch and wiggle around, "Buc- Sergeant, I'm sorry! Please," You whimper out as he punishes your swollen core, he says nothing as he rubs your slit in between his strikes.

He then takes his arm holding you and places his hand around your neck, restricting your breathing in a more grizzly manner. You don't dare move your leg from his shoulder as you just take everything given to you, not wanting to further press the two —especially Bucky. "You like that, don't you?" He mocks you as you start to see stars, with your poor womanhood crying onto the bed, your shaky hands rise to his metal arm to clutch him, wanting to breathe. Your vision grows blurry and Bucky lets you go, yet still keeping a protective hand on your collarbone.

You bite your lip to hold your tongue when you realize that whining will get you nowhere, you start to regret teasing your nighttime superiors like how you did the night before, you being told to stop, but you, being the stubborn brat you are to them, you kept going. Bucky stops and grabs your face, you felt the wetness from yourself on his hand, he looks at you hungrily. His metal hand slowly guides down your body, finally going over places you craved touch in, a pit stop at your nipples and your lower stomach. His hand never left your face as he begins to tease at your clit with his other, his pace picking up quickly as you liked, he then slips one finger in to fuck you, then his second. You loved when he used his metal hand because of how it felt inside of you. Bucky shocked you by a small slap to your face with his right hand, "Have you learned your lesson?" He asks, not letting up with his busy fingers, you nod your head quickly and he slaps you again, "Gonna pull that stunt again, Y/N?" You feel that same heavy pit once again causing you to tighten around his fingers, "Mmm, n- no sir, sergeant." You practically yell out.

Bucky then flips you over to your stomach and claws both his hands down your back to your warmed ass. "I would have turned this beautiful little ass raw." He chuckles and looks up at his pal. Steve laughs in response, "No appreciation for my work done?" He teases. Bucky—using his metal hand, smacks your backside, you give him a shaky moan, he then grabs hold of your hair and forcefully lifts your head up to face Steve. He was rubbing over his bulge in his pants and looking down at you, raising an eyebrow. "Y/N? What do we say to Steve?" Bucky says with chaff in his voice, you didn't respond, Bucky loosened his grip to allow you to lift yourself onto your elbows and knees and aligned yourself with his groin, arching your back, he tightens his grip once more, waiting for your response, you look to the side as you start quietly, "Th–thank you—" Bucky slaps your ass again sharply and leans down into you,

"Manners, darling. Now, what do you say to Steve?"

"Thank you, Captain." you chirp out, clear as day and attentive.

Steve shifts himself as he slowly reaches down into his pants, obviously rubbing himself, "What was that, Y/N?"

Bucky spanks you again.

"Thank you, Captain." Your face fills with heat again as the words come out of your mouth, 'I'm never gonna live this down.', you think to yourself as you suddenly feel a familiar feeling against your womanhood. You close your eyes as Bucky's tip brushes at your clit, "Fuuuck, doll, you're so..." You hear him groan out, trailing off, he slowly moves himself up and down your slit making you want to grind yourself against him, he takes his time teasing you before he pushes himself inside of you. You croak out upon impact and he growls animalistically as he thrusts himself into you.

This is all what you craved.

Every ridge, every vein, every detail about Bucky's cock always made you into a weak little mess. You grip the sheets in front of you, surely causing them to rip as Bucky doesn't let up from his grip on your hair as he pounds into you, your mouth hangs wide open as you lose control of yourself, drool creating a pool before you. You're certain that the sounds of him smacking into your sensitive skin echoed throughout the entire base--thank fuck it was just the three of you. The moans spilling from you were unreal, especially when Bucky reached his free hand down to play with your core, saying things breathlessly like: "You take my cock so well," and "You're gonna tease me like that again? Hm?"...and, "You deserve every single second of this.", to which you would reply in broken cries, "Yes sir, Sarge." and "I'm sorry, Sarge,"...and, "Thank you, Sarge.".

Steve was enjoying the scene in front of him as he now had his manhood fully out, stroking it and moaning down at you. Bucky takes his hand from under you and once again slaps your ass, he grunts out, "Tell him thank you, doll," you obliged, "Thank you, Captain!" You whimper when he repeats his action and says, "Say it like you fucking mean it." I definitely meant it. "Hmm! Thank you, Cap—" You were then cut off by Steve setting up on his knees and shoving himself inside your mouth out of nowhere, Bucky lets go of your hair and grabs hold of your hips to truly drill into you, surely making more marks against your abused ass, which made you tighten around him. You choke around the red, white, and blue cladded man as he places his hand on the side of your face, bucking his hips into your mouth. Steve uses his left hand to grasp your hair for a better angle, while he moves his right from your face to gather both your arms to pin them on your back. Both men grunt into you as they use you. Control you. Exactly how they like it. You feel powerless against the two super soldiers as they completely wear you out, tears of pain and pleasure stinging in your eyes once again.

Next time, you'll definitely be sure to tease them both harder. Though, always know they'll be ten steps ahead.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | edging

pairing | dom!steve rogers x sub!reader

warnings | dom/sub relationship. stevie - he's so stern but sweet i love him :'). daddy kink (steve and reader refer to him as ‘daddy.) restraints. fingering. toy use (magic wand.) edging, orgasm control. crying. lots of praise and talking reader through it. some aftercare.

word count | 670

thinking about how a stricter dom!steve looooves edging you, his sweet little subby baby 🥺

he lays you out spread nice and wide on the bed, securing your wrists and ankles with rope to keep you from squirming. settles at your side with the magic wand in hand— his fav 😌 he loves the way your eyes go wide at the sight of it

he starts you on low, gradually working up the speed/intensity. slipping a finger into your needy hole at some point, then another, and another. three’s your limit without making it too much of a stretch. “good girl. so full of me, aren’t you baby? how’s that feel? you like taking daddy’s fingers?” smiling so sweetly at you when you nod and whimper

he knows just the spot to nestle the bulb of the wand into, right up against your aching clit 🫶 your poor little pussy gets sooo hot and tingly so fast, steve can’t help but chuckle gently at the sight of you unraveling so quickly

“pretty girl, daddy wants you to hold it.”

your distressed whines and big, pleading eyes earn you a sympathetic smile, but no mercy 😔 “c’mon baby. know you can be a big girl and hold it, right? can you show me, doll?”

you’re gritting your teeth as your toes curl, using every ounce of your focus and energy to hold off the inevitable. when steve sees you’re nearing the end of your rope, you’re suddenly hit with a sense of emptiness and need— his fingers are gone and the wand has been pulled away just in time

he strokes your tummy lovingly as it clenches, your breaths coming out in staggers. the look of shock and disappointment on your face are hard for him to bear, but barely shows it

“breathe, sweetheart. there you go,” he’s talking you through it. licking up your juices from his fingers, savoring your taste

a few minutes pass before he gently brings the tips of his digits back to tease at your entrance. “one more time for me baby, can you do that? one more time, then daddy’ll give you what you need”

the bulb of the wand is eased back up against your throbbing clit as he starts working you up again. this time it happens much quicker. “daddy, d-daddy!”

he knows this time around is much more intense for you. as cruel and punishing as he comes off, he’s well in-tune with your body and knows just when to pull away again, right before sending you over the edge

“shhh, i know, babydoll. i know,” he croons as you let out a frustrated sob. he’s wiping your tears away gently, kissing your forehead. “you’ve been so good for me, honey. daddy’s good girl, think you’ve earned yourself some relief, huh?”

you’re a wiggling, writhing mess as he finally brings the wand and his fingers back for the promised finale. fucking his long, muscular digits up into you faster and with more force this time, working the wand in steady up and down strokes over your burning core. “okay baby, there you go. c’mon, give me a nice big one,” his encouragement sends you over the edge as your orgasm is pulled from you.

body on fire from all the built up anticipation 😩 it was so worth it!!! a high that lasts what feels like minutes, your pussy contracting harshly around steve’s waiting fingers. “there it is. such a good girl,” he’s smiling so big, so proud of you

you cry through and after your orgasm, your soft whimpers and sniffles melting the stern man’s heart. as soon as his hands are clean and the wand is switched off, he’s holding you, praising you, taking care of you. he knows how vulnerable you are after such an intense buildup and climax

“my precious girl, you did so well. daddy’s so proud of you, baby. come here, come let me hold you. there you go, sweetheart. deep breaths, daddy’s got you” 💕

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules - Playtime with Thor

Playtime | Thor x Reader | 2.4k words

When you and Thor make an early exit while waiting for the boss' meeting to be over, he suggests a little playtime.

Warnings: 18+ AU with d/s themes, open relationship/free use. Semi-public sex (in car), use of butt plug, cockwarming, cum marking/creampie, anal, anal play. Little bit of Stucky x Reader at the end. Rated S for smut and F for filth.

Masterlist | Mob Rules | Poly Fics |Bucky | Steve

It was boring, worse than boring, mindless, endless, the food terrible, the conversation none existent. You gave a petulant sigh, tapping your manicured nails against the side of your crystal champagne flute.

You turned to Thor, one of two bodyguards assigned to you by Sir and Sarge, and rolled your eyes. He was your designated escort for this a formal tea party held by one of the gang’s latest business associates and while the garden was very beautiful and the sun lovely and warm, you were still endlessly bored. At least you got to spend more time with Thor though, you hadn’t had a chance to spend much time with him yet, one on one, you were mostly occupied with Sir and Sarge, although they were starting to allow the other gang members to approach you. 

In fact, you’d slept in Andy’s bed last night, a congratulatory prize for the lawyer after getting one of the dealers off a minor charge the day before. Andy was gentle, but firm, and you’d slept well afterwards, waking naturally when the sun came streaming through the windows. Naturally, but alone. There were normally so many people around that you hardly got a moment to yourself so, enjoying the luxury of privacy, you took a long hot shower before heading back to your own room. 

As soon as you opened the door you knew that Sir and Sarge had already been looking for you. Your bed was still neatly made, but your clothes for the day were placed on the end of the comforter. A light blue summer dress, strappy heels and matching lace underwear. They always knew just what to pick to make your day. 

Sir and Sarge had left instructions for you to dress and join them in the garage for 1pm, ready for this ridiculous attempt at a tea party, and had left a discrete black box alongside your dress. Inside was a small silicone butt plug, bright pink and very soft as well as a new tube of lube. Excitedly you’d dressed in all your new gifts and clenched your legs together, waiting for something to happen. You were sure from the bluetooth symbol on the side that they had some wicked plan to toy with you during the day. But nothing happened. 

Thor caught your eye again and you gave your secret signal to leave, standing politely and excusing yourself until you were out of ear shot. 

It felt good having Thor following you through the garden and into the courtyard of the mansion. He was huge, taller even that Sir and Sarge, with dark blonde hair that fell about his shoulders. Despite his muscular stature he had a friendly, welcoming, face that had instantly put you at ease when you were introduced. That, alongside his booming laugh, made you think he must have been some sort of jovial god in another life.

Thor walked half a pace behind you, head swivelling to make sure no one was following, or watching, who shouldn’t be. Half of his hair was in a messy bun, the rest looked stuck to his neck, the day was so hot you were desperate for the cool of the air conditioned car.

“God, that was shit, can we go home now?” You whined as soon as you were out of earshot, and Thor gave a low chuckle in answer. 

“Not yet, Bambi, the bosses still have some work to do.” He laughed but it was indulgent and kind. If you were bored he must have been falling asleep, stood watching without taking part. 

“But I’m bored,” you pouted up at him while he opened your car door, looking around once more before following you into the dim interior of the limousine. 

“Good job I brought something to entertain you then,” he smirked and, suddenly, you remembered the plug. 

His face lit with a smile at the same time your eyes widened, “that was from you, wasn’t it?” 

“Correct,” he pulled his phone from his pocket and flicked through the apps, grin widening and finger dragging up the screen. You squirmed, shocked, as the plug began to vibrate. The feeling shot through you instantly, your body going slack and giving in to the pleasure. 

“Does that feel good, Bambi?” His voice dropped lower, a rich, rolling tone, still a lilt of his Australian accent despite years spent in Brooklyn. 

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, biting your bottom lip and digging your fingernails into the leather of your seat. 

Thor watched the expression on your face change, the plug was exciting, it had your skin prickling with need, but it wasn’t quite enough. He kept his eyes trained on yours as you began grinding into the seat beneath you, slipping a hand up your thigh -

“No. Don’t touch yet. I’ve had to watch you for so long, I want you to wait too.”

He reached forward and tugged you into him, arranging your legs on either side of his hips until your wet panties were plastered against his growing cock. It felt wonderful between your legs, pressing into your wet folds and aching clit. 

Thor’s hands found your waist and allowed you to circle your hips just once, searching for friction, before he lifted you again. 

“Need some help, Bambi?” He smirked, confident and cocksure, “be a good girl and ask for it.” With one hand he kept a tight hold of your waist, with the other he freed his cock, the head bobbing through the black material of his trousers and leaving a trail of precum. 

Since moving in with Sir and Sarge you had yet to see a dick you didn’t love, even if you had only been allowed to sample a very select few. Every one was different, delicious, filling in their own right, and Thor’s was no exception. You were sure your fingertips wouldn’t touch if you tried to grasp him, the shaft thick and heavy, tapering slightly to the flushed head. You wanted it, now, inside you, stretching you, the perfect match to the insistent buzzing of the plug in your hole. 

“Please, Thor, please can I have your cock?” You wanted to look at him, you really did, you knew the sort of manners expected of you as the gang’s girlfriend, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from the swollen head of his cock. “Plug me up, fill me up, please?”

He let out a deep, rough, laugh and squeezed himself harder, milking a single drop of precum from the tip that slowly pearled and fell down the length of his shaft. You squirmed, letting out an embarrassing mewl. 

The plug stopped and you balled up your fists in frustration at the total lack of stimulation. Throwing caution to the wind, you lifted yourself and rubbed your pussy against him, dipping down enough to tease the head over your covered entrance, pushing against the fabric.

“So needy,” he commented, more to himself than to you, his own gaze was locked on your thighs, straddling his own, the sheen of your arousal making them slick, and his cock, disappearing between them and under your dress. You bunched it up further, holding the skirt with one hand and using the other to grip his shirt for leverage. 

“Please,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. 

“Fine, you can sit on it.” He conceded, pushing your panties to one side, and allowing you  to slowly lower yourself, inch by inch, his cock getting wider, the stretch a burn that had you begging for more, bouncing slowly until you were fully seated. 

You dropped your dress in favour of dipping your fingers between your legs and feeling the way he’d stretched you, pushing up on your lower stomach. 

“The bosses were right, you do feel like heaven.” He observed, cupping your cheeks, “you sit tight -” he winked, “and I’ll turn your little toy back on for you.” 

Your mouth dropped into a surprised ‘o’ as the vibrations started again, stronger this time. With Thor’s cock buried so deep the plug pressed even harder against your walls, vibrating into your pussy as well. 

You circled your hips, attempting to press your clit to the cold belt of Thor’s trousers, but he held you firm, slightly away from his body. 

With a smirk he slid his hand under your dress and pressed his thumb to your clit, a deep insistent pressure. 

“Please.” You begged, eyes wide. 

“Let’s see how long it takes you to cum like that.” He leant back and spread his arms over the seats. 

“Thor, that’s not fair.” You moaned, the sensations too overwhelming to form any more of an argument, though you could tell that he was struggling too by the way his jaw was clenched. 

Despite his lack of movement you could feel the coil of your pleasure tightening, your walls clamping down on his and your hole squeezing the plug deeper. 

“Thor -” you whined, trying to move again but finding hands on your hips again, holding you down on his cock, impossibly deep and with no escape. You could barely twitch, your hands fisted so tightly in his shirt that it pulled against his muscled chest, the buttons straining. 

“Come on my cock, Bambi, let me feel that little pussy and then I’ll give you my cum.” His eyes met yours focussed and unrelenting, his body remaining still despite your efforts to writhe and rub yourself. 

Your orgasm hit you all the harder, the pulsing of your walls and clit were relentless with no respite from the feel of him, no push or pull just the feeling of being entirely full. Thor continued to smirk, brushing one long lock of blonde hair behind his ear before lifting you and spinning you around, pushing you over until your hands hit the floor. 

Embarrassment flooded you. From this position he had full access to you, he’d be able to see the way your hole still greedily gripped the neck of the plug, pulling it in and out as your orgasm faded. He’d be able to see the drip of your own arousal as it spilled from between your puffy lips, and he wouldn’t be able to see your face,  he didn’t need to after all, you were just a toy now, easily tossed about for him to use. 

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you Bambi, so sweet, bet neither of the bosses ever put you in this position did they?” He brought a large hand down to smack the globe of your ass, it stung, but you couldn’t help the flood of arousal either. “I’m gonna use your little holes and then I’m going to plug you back up so you don’t forget that you belong to all of us.” He growled, “you took too long to come to me, Bambi, I won’t want this long again.” 

You felt him move and then the solid weight of his cock against your lips, but he didn’t thrust in. Instead you could feel his hand as he moved it up and down his cock at pace, his knuckles catching on your clit and making you cry out. And then he was tugging at the plug, pulling it from your hole with an obscene pop and replacing it with the head of his cock. With as much energy as you could muster you tried to move backwards, but he didn’t give you anymore, just the wide head keeping you open. For a moment you wondered why he’d stopped, and then he gave a guttural groan and you felt the hot splash of cum painting you from the inside. 

He picked up the plug, the silicone rolling in the cleft of your ass cheeks briefly before he began to tease it in again -

“Well, well, well.” The door to the limousine opened, flooding the dark space with light. You couldn’t see, but you could tell by the polished shoes that slid past you that Sarge and Sir had finished their meeting. “What’s going on here?” Sarge asked. 

“Thor was -” 

“Not you, Bambi. We only want to hear you make those pretty little noises.” Sir snapped. 

“Just having some play time, boss, Bambi was bored, weren’t you sweetheart?” Thor laughed, plunging the plug in and you groaned again, grateful to have the toy back inside even if it wasn’t buzzing. 

Sarge hummed, “sounded fun, mind if we join in?” He didn’t wait for an answer before your world was spinning again, still on the floor you were now at least face up, looking up into Sarge’s twinkling eyes. 

“You good down there, Bambi?” He asked, smoothing his hands across your arse and down past your pussy. His thumbs rubbed your lips teasingly. 

“Yes, thank you, Sarge.” 

He laughed, “you like being full of cum, do you? We’d better give you some more then.” The tent in his trousers was unmistakable, how long had they been listening to you?

Sarge removed the plug, wiping it on the handkerchief from his top pocket before putting it in your mouth, “you keep that warm like the good slut you are, because it’s going right back in when we’re finished with you.” 

Sarge began to stroke himself slowly, rubbing and cupping your pussy with one hand until you were mewling again, your begging muffled around the toy. 

“Should gag her more often,” Sir said, sliding along the bench seat to be closer, his own cock rock hard and dribbling precum. 

Thor, though he’d tucked himself away, was pressing his heel to his crotch again, unsure if he’d be in trouble or not, and that thought alone had you desperate for one of them to fuck you. Being caught had been a lot more exhilarating than you’d thought it would be. 

“Move, gonna cum.” Sir pushed against Sarge and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it back until you were almost bent in half, your hole gaping slightly without the plug to cling to. Like Thor, Sir pressed his head into your hole and came with a grunt, thrusting a little before pulling back pushing the cum in with his fingers. “Shit,” he panted. “Fill ‘er up, Buck.” 

Sir angled you back towards Sarge just in time for him to push inside, thrusting as he came until he was bent over you, fucking his way through his orgasm. You cried out as his hips rubbed against your clit perfectly, sparking new pleasure through your whole body. 

“Good girl,” he moaned, “good fucking girl.” His eyes were glazed when he pulled back, plucking the plug from your mouth and pushing it back in easily. “Fuck, that was a good idea Thor. Wonder how many she could take before it starts coming out again.” 

Sir and Thor laughed while you gazed up at them. You weren’t sure you could manage everyone without getting to cum at least one more time, but you would certainly try!

[havensins]

Quietly fucking post serum steve in his tent while others are around

this just gave me so many ideas

one of them being, i think that post serum steve (especially newly post serum) would be incredibly sensitive? like it’s so easy to overstimulate him. and even though he’s so sensitive, his healing factor makes him nearly insatiable.

and knowing this, you had know choice but to abuse this little fact. and so, having steve on his back with his thighs to his chest and his calves & ankles hooked over your shoulders. his face would be flushed and covered with a thin layer of his sweat.

he had already cum two, maybe three times at this point, with the sticky substance collecting on his stomach. the overstimulation had him gripping at your waist and arms — anything he could reach. you fucked him in an unforgiving pace, grunting and moaning as quietly as you could.

steve had to put a hand over his mouth as he came once again, body tensing and arching up towards you the best it could in the limited space. “come on doll, let it out, let them hear…” you tease, and his eyes widen before rolling and closing again as he bites into his hand and he came even more.

[cinnabunwanda]

WORDS OF A HEAVY TOUNGE ˗ˏˋ꒰ BUCKY . BARNES ꒱ -> drabble

content warning — smut, pet names, oral (m receiving)

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — Sargent expresses gratitude her to Bucky, who warmly embraces her, referring to her as "heт пpoблeм, пчёлкa" or "little bee." They enjoy each other's company, feeling content and loved in Bucky's arms.

word count —  322

"Thank you, Sargent," you whispered, biting your lip as a warm smile spread across your face. Bucky's flesh hand rested on your shoulder, radiating his warmth and presence.

"Нет проблем, пчёлка," he cooed, the smirk on his lips only adding to the heat in your cheeks. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you closer to him.

"Mm, вот и пчёлка," he murmured as his fingers tightened in your locks. You had learned that пчелка meant "little bee", and Bucky often used it as a term of endearment for you.

You couldn't understand all of his words, but the tone and the moan that escaped his lips made it clear that they were words of praise. The unfamiliar syllables rolled off his tongue like silk, sending shivers down your spine.

"Продолжать!" he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as you continued to pleasure him with your tongue. You moaned around him, taking him deeper and tracing patterns over his length.

This time, he didn't let you up for air. His grip tightened in your hair as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. Your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of his member, and your hands were braced on his thighs.

"Это оно," he gasped, his voice strained as his release grew closer. You took one hand from his thigh and reached down to fondle his balls, hoping to bring him to climax even faster.

"Я кончаю!" he exclaimed moments later as you felt his release spill onto your tongue. Your soldier was panting heavily now, and you slowly pulled away from him with a pop. Both of you were breathless and flushed.

"Fuck!" Bucky cursed, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of lust and adoration. You smiled innocently up at him, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

"Моя маленькая шлюха," he purred, stroking your cheek with his thumb. My little whore. You couldn't help but smile fondly at him, feeling content and loved in his arms.

© CINABUNWANDA ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[bckysbabydoll]

Caught in the act - 18+

summary - fem!reader gets pulled into a closet with steve and bucky after a long night of teasing as another boring stark party..

warnings - Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, sub!Reader, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, light bondage (hands held), oral (f!receiving), slight power play, teasing, double dom dynamic.

word count - 3,200

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The Tower was buzzing. Music thumped from the rooftop speakers, lights strung like lazy constellations overhead. You sipped something fruity and dangerously pink from your cup, heat curling in your belly. It wasn’t from the drink.

It was from the two super-soldiers watching you across the bar.

Steve stood to the right, relaxed in dark jeans and a Henley that did criminal things to his arms. Bucky leaned next to him, his vibranium fingers lazily drumming against his glass, blue eyes half-lidded, hungry.

They hadn’t looked away from you all night. And honestly? You were done pretending not to notice.

So you played. Tilted your head when you laughed. Bit your lip when you danced too close to Wanda. Bent over just so when grabbing another drink. Every tease, every flick of your skirt, was met with silent, knowing smirks from your boys. A shared glance. A twitch of Bucky’s metal fingers. Steve’s jaw clenching.

You barely made it down the hallway before they pounced.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll?” Bucky’s voice was rough behind you, hands suddenly on your waist, spinning you into a dark supply closet just off the corridor.

Steve followed, closing the door with a soft click. It was small, barely enough space for three people and the cleaning supplies pressed into the corner.

You barely had time to gasp before Steve crowded you back against the wall.

“You think we wouldn’t notice?” he murmured, his voice low and syrup-sweet, like danger wrapped in velvet. “The way you were looking at us all night…”

Bucky’s mouth found your neck, teeth scraping your pulse. “The way you were beggin’ for it.”

“I wasn’t—” You tried to sound indignant, but your voice cracked halfway through as Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh, hiking your dress.

“Oh, you absolutely were,” Steve said, grinning. “But lucky for you, sweetheart, we’re in a generous mood.”

Your back hit the shelves behind you as Bucky dropped to his knees, sliding your panties down your thighs with practiced ease. Steve tipped your chin toward him and kissed you slow, deep, his hand tangling in your hair to hold you still.

Bucky didn’t wait. His breath was hot against your already dripping core, and when his tongue slid through your folds, you whimpered into Steve’s mouth.

“She’s already soaked,” Bucky said, almost smug. “Knew it.”

Steve pulled back just enough to see your face as Bucky licked a long, teasing stripe over your clit. “Look at you. One taste and you’re falling apart.”

Your knees buckled, but Steve’s strong arms held you up. “Stay still for him,” he said firmly. “Hands on me.”

You obeyed without thinking, gripping his biceps like a lifeline. Bucky’s mouth worked you relentlessly—sucking, flicking, dragging moans from your throat until your head fell back against the shelves with a dull thunk.

He growled, hands tightening around your thighs. “So loud for me, babydoll. Someone might hear…”

The idea should have scared you. But your body throbbed with it—heat curling tighter, shame mixing deliciously with arousal.

Steve leaned close again, lips brushing your ear. “You want someone to catch us, don’t you?”

“I—I…”

“You like being used like this?” he asked. “Pinned between us? Getting your pretty pussy eaten in a storage closet while the whole damn team’s upstairs?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “God, yes—please—don’t stop—”

Bucky groaned against you, his mouth speeding up as he sucked your clit between his lips and gave it a harsh, wet pull that made you cry out.

The orgasm hit like a freight train. Your body shook, thighs clenching around his head as you whined, “Bucky—Bucky—Steve—”

“Good girl,” Steve whispered, proud and dark.

Bucky rose slowly, face glistening with you, eyes wild. He grabbed your hips, spun you, and bent you over the crate behind you.

“Pants off, Rogers,” he said. “I want her to feel both of us.”

Steve grunted, tugging his belt open.

“Wait—” you panted, squirming between them. “Someone could really come down here—”

Bucky pressed two fingers into you without warning, stretching you. “You say that like you don’t want it.”

Steve lined up behind you, the blunt head of his cock sliding through your folds, teasing your still-throbbing clit.

“She’s wet enough for both of us,” he murmured, voice thick. “Let’s take our time.”

Your breath hitched as Steve pressed against your entrance, the head of his cock pushing slowly, teasing you open inch by inch. Behind you, Bucky’s hands gripped your hips like iron. He watched Steve breach you with dark, hooded eyes—utterly focused, like he couldn’t decide whether to devour you himself or just enjoy the view.

“God, she’s tight,” Steve grunted, voice a little strained as he pushed fully inside. He groaned low in his throat as your walls clenched around him.

You whimpered, already feeling full—stretching to take him was a slow burn, every inch dragging deliciously.

Bucky leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You’ve got no idea how pretty you look stuffed full of him, babydoll.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer. One hand slid down your back, thumb spreading slick between your cheeks. You flinched when he teased your other hole—one slow press of his thumb that had your body tensing instinctively.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, mouth hot against your skin. “Let me in.”

“Please—Bucky—” you gasped, dizzy from Steve’s slow thrusts and the wet circles Bucky’s thumb traced. “I—I want it.”

“That’s our girl,” Steve murmured, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, making you cry out.

You were shaking by the time Bucky pushed the thick head of his cock against your back entrance, slow and steady. The stretch was intense—burning, overwhelming, perfect—and they didn’t let up. Bucky worked in sync with Steve, letting you adjust to the dual invasion, his hands steadying your hips as you trembled between them.

You were stuffed. Completely full.

“Fuck—” you sobbed, your voice barely a whisper as Bucky bottomed out behind you. “You’re both—so big—feels so…”

“Too much?” Steve asked, though he didn’t sound the least bit sorry.

You shook your head, moaning. “No—don’t stop—please—”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Bucky growled.

Then they moved—slow at first, careful, but it didn’t stay gentle for long. They fell into a punishing rhythm, thrusting in perfect sync, caging you in between their bodies, cocks sliding in and out of you like they owned every inch.

Steve’s hand wrapped around your throat, just enough pressure to make your vision blur at the edges.

“You’re gonna come like this,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Stuffed full of your team leads. Getting used like our personal fucktoy while Tony’s probably thirty feet away.”

The wave built fast—your body clenching, overstimulated and trembling, your second orgasm crashing into you like a storm. You cried out, completely wrecked, your body jerking between theirs.

Bucky chuckled, low and possessive. “God, listen to her. She loves this.”

You could barely breathe. Both men groaned as your body clenched hard around them, tightening like a vice. Steve leaned back just a bit, watching your face twist in pleasure.

“Come again,” he said. “One more.”

You barely had time to process it when Bucky reached down, two fingers circling your clit ruthlessly.

That was all it took.

You shattered around them, crying out as both men fucked you through it—fast, rough, and unrelenting. Your body trembled so hard you thought your knees might give out, but they held you up, moving in perfect tandem.

Then Steve cursed under his breath, hips slamming forward one last time as he came deep inside you, hot and thick. Bucky followed seconds later, groaning against your neck, filling you completely.

You were wrecked. Boneless. Breathless.

That was when the door opened.

“—Yo, Barton, I left my phone in—OH WHAT THE FUCK—”

You screamed. Not from pain. From sheer mortification.

Steve immediately stepped in front of you, shielding your body while you frantically pulled your dress down and collapsed against the wall, legs shaking.

Bucky didn’t even look apologetic.

“Nice timing, Stark,” he said casually, zipping up his pants without a single ounce of shame.

Tony stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, one hand covering his face.

“Jesus Christ, Barnes—is that what the extra cleaning budget was for?!”

You buried your face in your hands, whining. “I’m gonna die. Literally, I’m gonna evaporate.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Tony… maybe give us a minute.”

“Yeah, yeah—take your time. I’m gonna go bleach my eyeballs,” Tony muttered, stumbling out of the closet like a man hit by a truck.

The door clicked shut.

You stared at the floor, mortified.

Bucky just smirked. “You’re welcome.”

Steve chuckled, tucking a strand of hair from your face as you stared at him in horror.

“I can’t believe we just got caught by Tony Stark.”

Bucky leaned in, nipping your earlobe. “Next time, let’s shoot for someone quieter. Maybe Nat.”

You slapped his chest, flushed and shaking—but you couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips.

God help you, you loved them.

And you definitely weren’t done yet.

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