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Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers
CEO!BuckyBarnes x Female!Florist!Reader AU
read Steve's story here
summary: Bucky would have never thought, heâd be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...
a/n: I should be working instead of writing long ass billionaire love stores, but here we are: you and me both... happy it happened and already regretting the tasks we neglected because of it (please enjoy this wholesome piece of imagination - I know it's long, but I hope youâll give it a try nonetheless)
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warnings: play boy behavior/talk, a reader that knows what she wants, Bucky falls first (and hard đ¤), mentions of war, injuries, and death (all not applying to Bucky for once), just so much fluff, questioning life choices (angst with happy ending!), smut (this is freaking love making okay?!?!? praise and confessions, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, touch starved Bucky - in a wayâŚ, sensual and beautiful, protected p in v, cock warming, and aftercare) !MINORS DNI!
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"Did you place the order?" Bucky leaned back in Steve's office chair and watched as his friend paced the space with a hand in his pocket.Â
Steve was grinning like an idiot when the answer on the other side satisfied him and Bucky felt a tiny little spark in his chest at the sight. He'd watched his best friend go through life with a default tension in his shoulders for what seemed like forever. All until he found Bambi - a sweet and incredibly clumsy woman who was formerly his maid. But they found each other and Steve had been a happier man ever since.
Bucky was happy for him, too. He was a lot more fun to be around ever since, but it did remind him that Bucky himself had yet to find the one that would make his heart beat faster.Â
It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Bucky was never the one for relationships or long-term commitment in the romantic department. To be honest, he wasn't even sure he was capable of love - not that he needed it, anyway. He had no problem with having a new plaything every other night. It was fun and kept him on his toes.Â
"Perfect. Okay. Thanks, Sharon." Bucky sat up straighter in the chair. "Yeah, next Friday. See you later."
Steve sighed as he slumped on the sofa across the room. He watched the ceiling, looking like a love-drunk schoolboy, even though he tried so hard to conceal it. Bucky knew him too well.
"Dinner is booked.â
âYouâre really doing it huh?"
âYup." There was no doubt in Steveâs answer, but rather a special kind of excitement Bucky rarely felt.
The brunette just nodded as he looked to the ground, the chair swaying as he pushed his knees from one side to the other.Â
Steve just grinned in response. "So when are you gonna let me help you find the one?"
Bucky perked up, amusement seeping through his gaze when he answered his best friend. âMe? No no. Iâm fine."
Steve shrugged. âYou know, thatâs exactly what I said about a year ago."
"No offense, Stevie, but you and I were in vastly different sex universes back then. Iâm getting laid - Iâm aaaaall good." He leaned back with a smug grin and Steve just frowned in response. "You can be as happy as you want but donât start trying to get everyone on the girlfriend train. Thatâs a Rogers and Wilson thing. I donât need that type of commitment."
Steve remained silent as he watched Bucky stand up and head for the door, a thoughtful look on his face when his friend passed him.Â
âLook, Iâm happy for you, truly. I just donât see myself in that type of life.â Buckyâs hand squeezed Steveâs shoulder just as the blonde cocked his head to the side.Â
âNever?â
Bucky winked at him. âYou know I like to live in the present. But speaking of the future... Youâre still up for tomorrow night, right?â
âTomorrow night?"
"Ironbar."
Steveâs eyes widened. âShit. No, I promised Bambi we'd-" Steve stopped when he saw Bucky's eyebrows raise in amusement. â...next time."
Bucky sighed in defeat. "Tell her to leave some Steve time for the rest of us, will ya?" And with a laugh of Steveâs, he shut the office door, walked past Sharonâs desk, then Natashaâs, and then into his own office.
â â â
The clock hand barely struck 8am when another set of files hit Buckyâs desk.Â
Bucky huffed as he watched Natasha stand before him with an amused smile, her hands on her hips that were hugged by a tight pencil skirt. âLooking for something, Boss?â
âNo...â
âSomething like... the invitation to that business dinner on Thursday?â She mused and carefully pulled a piece of paper from the stack between them.Â
Bucky snatched it with a glare. âIt would be much more helpful if you sorted this chaos rather than stand here and be a smartass.â He looked at the invite, the familiar company logo printed in the top right corner. âAnd why are people even sending paper invites anymore? Weâre a security firm,â he sat the paper down and tapped on it with his index finger, âjust shows how desperately they need consulting.âÂ
âDonât blame me for it.â Nat threw her hands in the air. âAnd stop complaining. I know youâre the cyber guy but a couple papers shouldnât faze you. Iâve got more important things to do that donât particularly fall in your area of expertise.â She turned to leave but Bucky stopped her before her heels could reach the threshold.Â
âAre you saying your job is harder than mine?â Bucky watched the mess on his desk, then the computer screen with his calendar and the impending meeting with those jackasses from Hydra Enterprises. There was no way sorting a couple of papers could be worse than Alexander Pierce and his nephew Brock Rumlow. One of them barely knew how to send an E-mail and the other kept subtly asking if it was legal to install cameras in the ladyâs room.Â
âIf youâre referring to your inability to sort a couple files, then yes, I assume you wouldnât last a day with my tasks.âÂ
âNow thatâs bullshit.â
âIs it now?â She raised her left eyebrow with a half-smirk. âI want to see you deal with idiots when scheduling appointments and keeping everyoneâs day structured while also organizing the annual fundraiser.â
Bucky huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms before his chest. He averted his eyes from his assistant and the stupid pile of paperwork in front of him. He really did not want to sort through all of that.Â
âCall me old fashioned but I believe assistants should sort files.â He shrugged, knowing Natasha wouldnât let him off that easily. They had been working together for years, he respected her as much as his other friends. And presenting the fierce redhead with a challenge to get out of some annoying tasks was something he would gladly do.Â
âIâll tell you what. I will sort your papers in my assistant duties.â She made a mockery curtsy - as much as her skirt allowed - and then lifted her finger before the smile could spread on Buckyâs face. âIf... you plan the charity event.â
Bucky was shocked. He didnât expect her to play dirty - well to be fair, it wouldnât be Nat if she werenât teasing a little bit - but still. âYou think you can handle that, boss?âÂ
Bucky closed his mouth and eyed her suspiciously. It couldnât be that hard to do. And certainly would be a nice distraction from the impending meeting of doom as well as the following consulting sessions. He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling.Â
Was he really going to trade some papers for a whole Gala? That paperwork really sucked. He loved how easily he could wash through files on his computer. Sadly, his programs didnât help much in the analog part of the job.Â
âAre you backing down, Barnes?â Natâs teasing voice rang through to him and he snapped back into his attitude.Â
âNever.â He stood up, fixed his suit, and then reached his hand toward her. Natasha shook it with an evil smirk. âAlways a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Romanoff.â
And with that, she took the papers from Buckyâs desk and carried them out of his office with a triumphant smile.Â
â â â
It wasnât long before Bucky regretted his decision.Â
What had he been thinking? A Fundraiser... a fucking fundraiser. Bucky couldnât care less about them.Â
Okay, that wasnât true. He deemed charity to be a very important part of society... and economy. There were times in his life when he was close to needing their help as well. And Bucky swore heâd never let that aspect of his story slip from his mind ever. Still, it didnât prevent him from living lavishly and making use of the things he had access to now.Â
Usually, the organization of the charity gala was stuck on Nat and Sharon. Mainly because they had always done an amazing job. The tabloids had only positive things to write about it and always pushed the number before Christmas even higher. Which urged Bucky even more to do just as good of a job this year.Â
There was just one problem.Â
He had no idea how to organize events this size. Bucky could program a software from scratch, hack into classified state files on a bad day. Hell, he could track every personâs phone in New York in his sleep. But he never expected to be overwhelmed by a couple invites and color palettes.Â
Though as little as he knew about his new task, he liked a challenge, and he would most certainly not give Natasha the satisfaction of asking her for a checklist.Â
So, the internet had to do for now. Heâd found a blog by a highly motivated suburban mom, that led with step-by-step instructions on how to plan the perfect event. It might not have been on the scale of what Bucky had to do, but considering his lack of knowledge on the topic, he figured this would do until Natasha snatched the task away from him again.Â
The first thing on the list was to find a date and venue. But since the gala of Shield Protection Services was always held at the same venue, Bucky figured they had booked it indefinitely for the event.Â
Next was to find the perfect florist that âis able to put your vision into extravagant floral arrangementsâ. Yeah... that was another problem.Â
Bucky didnât buy flowers. The only women he deemed important enough in his life to get them were his sister and his mother. And well, both of them had passed away. So, picking the right flowers hadnât been a problem until now. His mother and sister were always enchanted by the bouquets they received when Bucky was younger. Heâd steal them from their neighborâs garden. But since he could grow a beard, Bucky hadnât even touched flowers anymore.
Well, that had to change now.Â
Bucky stepped into the elevator just to be greeted by big round eyes and an even wider smile. âPaying Steve a visit?â Bucky teased with a half smile as he hugged Bambi and then faced the doors.Â
âIâm actually meeting Natasha for lunch,â she shifted from one foot to the other, âI didnât realize she was already at the restaurant... so thatâs where Iâm headed now.â
Bucky chuckled at her slight awkwardness. But it wouldnât be Bambi if she wouldnât miss such a detail.Â
âDo you need a ride? My driverâs waiting for me anyway.â
âTha- yes that would be nice, thank you.â
Bucky just nodded and gestured for her to lead the way when they reached the ground floor.Â
âWhere are you going?â Bambi asked as he stared out the window of the car. They had told the driver where they needed to go. And Since Bucky had no particular destination in mind, it worked out well.Â
âIâm on the hunt for the perfect flower shop to cater to my vision of our charity event.â He chuckled and shook his head at his own words. Heâs never thought heâd say this. Â
Her eyes peered at him with intrigue, a glimmer washing over them when she asked: âAre you taking suggestions?â
Bucky sat up straighter now. âUh, yes. Gladly.â This was easier than he thought.Â
âThere is this wonderful shop in Brooklyn. Itâs called AsGarden on 18th Avenue. You canât miss it, itâs like a breath of fresh air between all those ugly beige buildings. The woman owning it has great taste, she managed to make the perfect bouquet for me without ever seeing me.â She turned forward, a little flustered, âSteve gets me flowers from there sometimes, theyâre my favorite.â
âDid you hear that, Stan?â A victorious smile spread on Buckyâs face as he squeezed Bambiâs shoulder. âNext stop is Brooklyn.â
âAlright, Sir.â
âYou donât know how much easier you just made my life.â Bucky leaned forward and kissed her cheek before the car came to a stop and he bid her goodbye.Â
âIâm glad I could help.â She waved back and then headed into the restaurant.Â
Maybe the event wasnât so difficult after all, Bucky thought as he leaned back in his seat, his legs spreading in satisfaction.
â â â
The cool air snook through your shop when the familiar bell of a customer chimed above the door. Youâd seen many people frequent your shop daily. Women, men, teenagers, elderly. All came from different backgrounds and varying stories in their repertoire. Your store was in the heart of Brooklyn - a bunch of people mixed in this town. And youâd made it your mission to find the perfect flower arrangement for each and every one of them.Â
The man who had set off your little bell this afternoon was different though. A perfectly tailored coat adorned his broad shoulders. The way his hands were tucked in his pockets revealed the expensive-looking suit beneath as well as the toned chest that hid beneath the button-up in vain. His presence oozed money as he sashayed through your shop, carefully grazing delicate pedals with the aura he brought in.Â
He seemed to own the world, but something about him just didnât fit between the colorful flowers surrounding him. If you didnât know any better, he looked a little lost, eyes glassy as they swayed through the sea of colors and shapes soaking in fresh water.Â
âGood afternoon, sir. Can I help you?â
He ripped around, fixed his posture, and approached the cash desk. When his eyes landed on you, he froze. Just for a second, however, and then his jaw snapped into a handsome smile as he leaned forward.Â
âI sure hope so.â His white teeth flashed between his lips before his tongue stroked over them. It was capturing. âThis flower shop has been recommended to me. You wouldnât happen to be the owner?â
âWell actually, I am,â you smiled hiding the pride swelling in your chest from the comment.
âGreat. What is your capacity when it comes to event arrangements?â
âThat depends...â You smiled as the handsome stranger raised his eyebrows in intrigue. âI reckon we have vastly different understandings of what is small and... big.â Your eyes wandered over his expensive coat again. The innuendo was accidental, really, but he seemed to be amused nevertheless.Â
âMy company is hosting its annual charity event in November... at The Glasshouse.â
âSo just as I suspected...â You nodded and strode past him towards the fall flowers.
âPardon me?â
You turned your head towards him and winked. âBigger than I thought.â
âSo?â He approached you with his hands still in his coat pockets and peeked over your shoulder. âCan you do it?â
âTotally.â Then you gestured to the flowers. âDo you have any preferences? I donât have all the flowers in yet, but I recommend going with some soft orange and sage tones... to cater to the season.â
âForgive me, sweetheart, but I am useless when it comes to this kind of stuff. My qualities lie more in the technical aspect of things.â A hand ran through his thick dark hair and the gesture made him look boyish.
âAlright let me rephrase my question then: Do you trust me?â A sly smile sneaked on his face, matching yours.Â
He tipped his head. âMy life is in your hands.âÂ
âGood. Then please write down your details here.â You pushed a form over the counter once you reached it again, and the man just followed you around like a lost dog. You watched as his hand swiftly filled out the free spaces on the paper, curious which company he had been referring to.Â
âWait youâre working for SPS?âÂ
âI own it, sweetheart.â The man adjusted his coat as you tried to look unimpressed. âMy name is James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.â His hand extended over the shiny countertop until it encased your smaller fingers and his warmth seeped through your body.Â
Buckyâs smile brightened when you revealed your name to him, telling you how beautiful it was, and you began to struggle not to show the effects it had on you. Then he resumed filling out the order and slid it over to you again.Â
âWhat cause are you raising money for this year?â You asked as you sorted the paper into your books, only to be surprised when Bucky seemed a little nervous all of a sudden.Â
You knew Shield Protection Services was a pristine company with reach to people whose powers you could barely comprehend. Whatever they were choosing, it would have a big impact on the change their chosen organization was advocating.Â
âWell, to be honest... we havenât decided yet.â A silly idea hushed through your head at that, but you dismissed it. A company such as Buckyâs would raise sums only big fish could handle. There wasnât space for the things you had in mind.Â
âI hope youâll do so soon, then.â You nodded thoughtfully and ended with a tight-lipped smile.Â
Bucky nodded and smiled, then turned around and headed for the door. But before he could open it, he came back again. You looked up to see a black card held before you.Â
âIâd be happy for suggestions... if you have any in mind.â He shrugged with that cheeky look of his and then left. And you just stood there, dumbfounded, and toying with the ridiculous idea that Bucky Barnes might actually be able to read minds.Â
â â â
âRogers really couldnât make it?â Tony asked as he leaned back in the leather booth of his very own establishment. He tipped his emptied whiskey glass towards the slender redhead at the bar and smiled as she rushed to get his refill ready.Â
âHe promised Bambi to be home...â Bucky trailed off as he watched a customer hit on the waitress - Tiffany he remembered - A pretty thing, but unfortunately incredibly hollow when it came to conversation... not that Bucky looked for anything like it. Â
Tony huffed. âThat woman has him wrapped around her finger!â He liked Bambi, everyone did, he just missed hanging out with his guys.Â
âJust wait until you find the one, Tony,â Sam chimed in with a sly smirk on his face - a hopeful, yet cautious hint as Sam secretly loved the idea of all his friends finally finding the one. He was a romantic, Bucky knew it, even if Sam never actually said it.Â
âMe? I would never give up my glorious bachelor life for one woman. There are way too many things to explore...â
âMark my words, Stark. Weâll look back to this day and laugh about this incredibly jackassy statement. You, too will be finding the one. I just know it.â
Bucky chuckled and tipped his glass on the Table as the bickering of his friends faded into background noise. For some reason, he didnât feel like adding to the conversation. He blamed it on the banality of a conversation both he and Tony had long decided on, but perhaps, it was because for once in his life, he considered taking Samâs side on the topic.Â
It was ridiculous, really, how fast youâd occupied his mind when it came to Samâs comment about finding âthe oneâ. He didnât even know you aside from the âbackground checkâ he conducted after his visit to your shop. That might have covered your personal details, but he still didnât know if you were a dog person or preferred cats, or if you were vegan or vegetarian, or if you considered kids in your future.Â
Bucky cleared his throat and sat up straighter when he felt the fluster creep up his neck. What the hell was happening to him? He wasnât like this at all. Women occupied his mind for about as long as it took for him to make them come undone in his hands. When he was with them, his full attention was on them - he loved them - but heâd never let them control his life. James âBuckyâ Barnes never even considered seeing them twice, let alone thinking about a future with them.Â
Though, to Buckyâs displeasure - or pleasure (he hadnât decided yet) - the thought of seeing you again wasnât uncomfortable to him. On the contrary, he got a weird tingly feeling in his stomach when he remembered the smell of the flowers in your shop and how your delicate fingers carefully picked out the prettiest ones. Bucky sat his drink down with a clink. Maybe heâd had enough alcohol for tonight.
âBarnes, how come youâre not defending me here? Have you grown soft or something? Do you have a girl we donât know about?â Tonyâs nagging broke through to Bucky and the whole bar reached back into his consciousness.
âSorry, what?â He stuttered, shaking his thought and trying to find a good answer to his friendâs remark. âI was distracted by Betty.â Bucky smiled sheepishly as he received a clap on his shoulder.Â
âThatâs my man.â Tony grinned and Sam huffed into his whiskey. And Bucky? He just sunk into his seat, feeling somehow shameful for the white lie he had made up.
â â â
The SPS office was impressive. Amongst the old New York brick building surrounding it, it reached up into the sky with its glass front everything. But you wouldnât be fooled by its fragile looks. This was one of the most secure buildings in the city. Youâd read about it in an article some time back - the whole hype about the company was their way of making fragile-looking things indestructible. You couldnât see through the âwindowsâ from the outside. And you wouldnât be able to launch a rocket through it either. SPS had patented their stronger-than-steel-glass years ago, making them the leading security company in the world.Â
To say you had been a little surprised to see the very owner of said company on your side of town would be an understatement. But besides his incredibly adamant way of flirting, he was quite normal to talk to. Heâd even asked you for advice on the cause they should donate to this year. And after having thought about it for the better part of what should have been your sleep time, you had decided to just try and pitch your idea.Â
âDo you have an appointment Ms.?â A stunning redhead peered up at you from her desk, her nails clicked on the keyboard of her computer as she waited for your answer. You didnât really know why you thought getting to Bucky was going to be easy. The security guard had already eyed you suspiciously at the front desk in the lobby. After youâd smiled at him as charmingly as you could, heâd decided to let you be someone elseâs problem today - or maybe he just didnât see you as a threat - whatever it was, it had gotten you this far. But what were you gonna say now?
Actually, I donât have an appointment, but Mr Barnes met me yesterday and after thinking about him all night, I decided to pay him a visit today.
Yeah, that wouldnât cut it. Not in this office. The redhead - N. Romanoff - was what her sign said, made that fairly clear with the way her lips pursed at the opened calendar on the screen.Â
âYou donât happen to have to discuss something not suited for work with Mr. Barnes, do you? I know he tends to leave some of his meetings... open-ended.âÂ
Your eyes got wide. âGod, no. Iâm not-â Your hands made a swishing motion between you two and then you took a breath. âIâm here to discuss business. Purely business. Mr. Barnes has made an order at my shop for the company fundraiser and I just want to discuss some details.âÂ
Her eyes glimmered when her lips pulled into a smile. âDid he now?â She peered over to catch the look of the blonde assistant a few feet next to her and then back to you. âWell if that is the case, please have a seat, Iâll tell him youâre here.â And with that, she got up, winked, and wrapped at the large wooden door presumably leading to Buckyâs office.Â
She came back a minute later and gestured for you to enter. âLucky for you, his meeting just got canceled, so you should have enough time.â
âThank you.â And then Ms. Romanoff went back to her desk and started whispering to the blonde assistant.Â
Bucky sat behind his desk, a sleek glass surface lightly cluttered with papers. Other than that, the room felt cool, the large rug by the seating area did little to cover the marbled floors. You stepped inside just as Bucky called out your name. You almost didn't see the wide smile on his face as the rising sun hung low on the horizon behind him, casting a halo-like glow around his silhouette. What a freaking entrance. Though Bucky surely couldnât control the sun, you thought with a small smile, you really had to stop imagining this man was extraordinary.Â
âYouâre here.â He got up and walked towards you, his sleek back shoes echoing on the ground. And then he was next to you, leading you to the seat in front of his desk with his hand on the small of your back. âWhat brings me the honor of your visit, darling.â
He leaned on his desk with his arms crossed, a pleasant smile on his lips. âDonât get me wrong, itâs nice that you came by, but you do have my number, donât you?â
âI do.â You cleared your throat, trying to sound as convincing as possible. âI was hoping you had some time to spare, actually. I find the phone to be a little... impersonal.â
Buckyâs eyes shined with intrigue as he leaned forward, pinning you to the chair with his gaze. He licked his lips. âShow me what exactly?â
âYouâll see.â You smirked. âI happen to know that your next meeting just got canceled.â
Bucky got even closer, his breath hitting your neck with every word he spoke. âAnd Iâll gladly cancel the rest, too.â A shiver shot over your arms, his cologne seemingly intoxicating you. But before you could respond, he backed up, grabbing his coat and gesturing towards the door. âLead the way.âÂ
And so you did.Â
â â â
Bucky was suspicious when you pulled him into the subway, but he decided against saying something. He had told you he trusted you after all, and though Bucky considered himself a lot of things, a flake was not one of them. So he let it happen.Â
It wasnât half bad, either. Somewhere between his office door and the train, you had taken his hand in yours to pull him along faster. Bucky had noticed his lips spreading into a smile. It didn't last long, unfortunately. Because as he had made eye contact with an elderly lady who had then proceeded to tell you what a beautiful couple you were, you had pulled your hand away with an awkward laugh.Â
âOh, God, no, weâre not together, maâam.âÂ
Admittedly, Bucky felt a little sting in his chest ever since. In fact, he was rubbing his hand over his shirt at this very moment. You were walking along a street in Brooklyn, not too far from your shop. The neighborhood was a little more run-down than he was used to, certainly nothing like the part of town he lived in. But he kept quiet still. Maybe he was a little butthurt from your earlier aversion about the couple comment, but to be fair, Bucky wasnât used to women denying him - except Nat.Â
You suddenly stopped, making Bucky almost run into you and then stare at you in question. But when you gestured towards the sign above the two-story building, his gaze softened.Â
There, above the blue-painted metal doors, hung a faded sign. Bucky could make out the orange and yellow stripes on the board, a big Sunflower painted in the middle of it all. âSunflower -Shelter & Foodâ.
âHey, are you coming or are you glued to the ground?â Your voice rang from the entrance, he hadnât even noticed that you already moved inside.Â
Bucky gulped when his eyes swayed back to you and then down his own body. If he was going to step in there in the outfit he was currently wearing, he would look like the biggest asshole on the planet.Â
âI canât go in there.â
âWhy not?â
He just gestured towards his clothes, his Rolex glinting in the sunlight for good measure. But there was no reaction from you. You stood in the doorway, pursing your lips seemingly in thought, and then shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. âI guess youâll just have to deal with it then.â
âWhat?â He called your name. But when he realized you werenât joking, he caught up to you as fast as possible. Because the only thing worse than showing up there looking like he did was doing it alone, he decided swiftly.Â
ââThink now might be a good time to mention that this is not a very good place for a date,â Bucky mumbled next to you before closing his coat, trying to hide the even more expensive suit beneath.Â
âHow would you know?â You turned to him. âThis isnât a date, is it?â
Bucky just smirked and then he watched you greet a young boy with a warm hug, and man he imagined what it would be like to have you hug him like that.Â
âPeter this is Bucky, Bucky, Peter.â You pulled him towards you by his hand again. âI brought him along to help today, thought we always need an extra pair of hands around here.â
âPleasure to meet you, sir.â Peter reached his hand out, slightly frowning when he took in his appearance but did not say anything. âAny help is always welcome here. Come, Iâll show you what weâre doing today.âÂ
Within ten minutes, Bucky had an apron and gloves on and was ordered to cut the biggest stack of potatoes heâd ever seen. You were happily chatting away with the other helpers and Bucky, for the first time in a long time, felt ...normal.Â
Nobody was recognizing him in the crowd, there was no talk about business and investments, and there were no fucking cameras. Here, people recognized him for what he came to do, help. And it felt weird. Bucky wasnât quiet about his lavish lifestyle around his crowds. He knew the privilege he had, and he had worked for it enough to be proud of it. But it was like he had entered a different universe in this part of town. All the things he deemed normal, were things so far from imagination here, they were left out of conversations entirely. So, he tried to remember this whenever he was offered a conversation.Â
âYou do this every day?â He asked into the kitchen while struggling to peel his 5th potato.Â
âWhenever we can.â An older woman answered with a smile. She was the one who had shown him how to use the peeler faster. âThey are people just like you and me. They have to eat every day, too, Bucky.â
Bucky just nodded in silence at the humbling answer, his cheeks felt hot with embarrassment at how naive he had been.Â
Two hours later, he was standing by your side at the serving station, plating mashed potatoes and the accommodating âyouâre welcomeâ every once in a while. He rarely was out of his comfort zone, like today. But he also knew that, whenever he felt unsure, heâd look at you and youâd gift him an encouraging gesture that kept him going a little while longer.Â
After everyone had their food, you gave Bucky a tour of the premises.Â
There was a small courtyard, a couple rooms with telephones and a computer, some sofas and pillows. Nothing fancy but functional nonetheless. You led him through every room, explaining curtly what it was for and then you led him up the stairs.
On your way up, you passed Peter, who was helping a child find its toy and Bucky felt a lump form in his throat at all the new impressions he was fed today.
He cleared his throat. âPeter... is he?â
You shook your head. âNot exactly. His parents died when he was quite young. Lucky for him, though, he has always been a bright kid. He got a scholarship for every school he ever went to. But he spends most of his free time here. He has this urge to help wherever he can. Took me a couple months to keep him from skipping his lectures.â You chuckled and led him through the next door.Â
Bucky nodded with adoration. Not many people dedicated their time to something that would not benefit them directly. And while Bucky knew what a dedicated mind was capable of, he had to admit that his efforts were always motivated by personal gain.Â
âHeâs very admirable for that.âÂ
You just hummed in response. âI donât think he chose it himself. Not that I think he wouldnât. But this shelter belonged to his uncle and aunt. They died when he was in high school. Heâs working hard to keep this place alive. As do we all.â
The next room you entered was resembling a classroom. âWhat happens here?â
âMost of the children are registered for the public school of this district. But they donât always make it there. This room gives them the opportunity to catch up on missed work. We also have adult classes here, preparing for job interviews and such.â
The next hallway presented doors, all leading to bedrooms, as you explained to Bucky when you walked through the corridor. The last door was larger than the others - a double swing leading to a big sanitary area. Showers, toilets, and sinks lined the walls - all run down but functional.Â
âThis place could use some serious renovating,â Bucky mumbled, but he was sure you had heard him. Because you looked up at him now, a sad smile decorating your beautiful face.Â
âWe try to make it as clean and cozy as possible here, but we just donât have the necessary financial means for it. It works for now. The people coming here need very little. But itâs only a matter of time until the roof needs redoing or the pipes or the windows, or the-â
âYeah...â Bucky trailed off, making you stop and giving him a break to breathe. He usually wasnât surrounded by people unable to get out of unfortunate situations. The clients he spent his time with ordered his services to protect the material things theyâd bought for status and fun. It was something entirely different when you were robbed of your place to sleep.Â
âWell, this completes my humble tour.â You clasped your hands together and proceeded to look at your watch. âI think itâs time to go home.â
You descended the stairs in silence, Peter hugged Bucky goodbye and when he stepped foot back on the sidewalk, Bucky turned around to the sign once more. You stood beneath it, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him. It was dark out now.Â
âAre you not coming?â He asked watching as you shook your head.Â
âPeter has an exam tomorrow. I offered to stay the night.â
âHere? Alone?â
âYes.âÂ
Bucky stepped towards you again. âThen Iâm go-â
âStop.â Your hand reached for his shoulder, the touch sending him straight back to a haze. âDonât do this. I know how you feel. Thereâs this sadness inside you now. You saw this for the first time. It feels awful - I know.â You retracted your hand and pushed yourself off the doorframe. âBut until you donât see anything other than pity for these people, you canât be here without breaking.â
âDoll...â
âBucky, I'm serious. Go home. Sleep on it. Try to understand the situation.âÂ
Bucky couldnât remember the last time heâd felt this helpless. He just stared at you, unable to move or say anything. He didnât like the idea of you staying here alone at night. And though the feeling of caring for someone heâd only known for two days so much scared him, he pushed it aside.Â
You leaned forward and hugged him goodbye and then the cold night surrounded him again. âThank you for trusting me today.â And then you turned around and left him standing outside alone.Â
â â â
Your purple-inked pen marked the date in your calendar.Â
âThatâs an unusually big order, Steve...â You looked up at the blonde frequenting your shop every so often. Heâd always get the pink carnations for his girlfriend. Apparently, she loved them after you bound them in the first bouquet you ever sold to Steve. He was a simple man, you could tell, so his usual orders were just as such. But not today. âAre you planning anything special?â
The handsome customer blushed with an innocent smile. âActually...â He scratched the back of his neck. âIâm planning to propose.â He looked so sheepish when you clasped your hands in excitement.
âOh, thatâs amazing. Congratulations!â
âWell not yet.â He cleared his throat, visibly trying to compose himself. But this giant pretty man in front of you was adorably nervous.Â
âI just know sheâll say yes,â you mused and made a note to reserve some more carnations for his order - a couple simple arrangements that held so much meaning.
âHow do you know?â
You watched Steve peer over to you with hopeful eyes. âItâs not every day a man puts so much effort and thought into what bouquet to get his girlfriend on a casual Monday evening each week.â You winked and Steve nodded lost in thought.Â
âTo be honest, I havenât even thought about her saying no. I wouldnât know what to do with myself.â
âYou shouldnât worry too much. You are a good man, everyone can see that. And just to be sure, Iâll make the most perfect flowers ever. Paired with your charming ways, there will be no other option but to say yes.â
He relaxed a little. âGreat. Thank you.â And then he turned to leave your shop.Â
âIâll have them ready by Friday.â You smiled.Â
âThank you... so much.â Steve smiled and you knew there was so much more hidden in his gesture.
â â â
It had become a habit that Bucky visited the shelter with you once a week. Admittedly, you were surprised he even cared enough to free his schedule so religiously. But as of the past four weeks, he had shown up at your shop, walked with you to Sunflower shelters, mingled with the people, and then even walked you home.Â
It was actually kind of refreshing, seeing him so invested and kind of protective. There werenât many guys in the city that cared enough to get you home safely. Peter offered more times than often, but you rather knew him safe at the shelter than try to fight a gangster double his size out of the kindness of his heart and the deep wish to somehow become a superhero one day.
So Bucky had to do it for now. Not that you were complaining. He was handsome and charming and interesting to converse with given the vastly different lives you lived. But he tried to adapt. Ever since the incident on the first day, he had even tried to wear less wealth-telling clothing, though he seemed to not always hit the mark just right.Â
In a way, bucky was a little fashion icon. Youâd noticed it in his colorful waistcoats, the intricate details on his shoes, or the fancy cufflinks adorning his oxford-cotton shirts. He tried to dress down. But to your surprise, the color remained. Instead of waistcoats and dress shirts, he wore regular t-shirts. His confidence never wavered. Â
A little smile hushed across your face every time you looked at him. The pink shirt he wore combined with the green apron he had been given, made him look like a lollipop. A Beautiful one, that was. With a dashing smile and an adorable frown as he tried to separate the peas from the pod.Â
âSo... how is the gala coming along?â You teased him a little having noticed how unusual this task was for him. Throughout your few meetings, you had gotten to know Bucky quite well. And apart from his statement the very day he stepped foot into your shop, he revealed to you more and more how difficult the project was for him.
âLetâs just say Iâm glad I can count on the flower arrangements,â he grumbles as a pea slipped from his fingers and across the table.Â
âThat bad, huh?â
His hands stopped working. âThe Band canceled on me again and I seem to run after every other arrangement I have made so far. If I had known how much work-â he huffed and then shook his head with an even deeper frown.Â
âHey, itâs okay to not be good at everything.â You encouraged him, your elbow nudging his side as you smiled lightly. âThere has got to be something humbling you. Makes you seem more human.â
âGee, thanks.â
âI meant to ask you...â You picked up your task to avoid his eyes that were suddenly on you again. âHow come youâre the one organizing the gala?â
Bucky chuckled, his head shaking for what seemed like the hundredth time today. âI made a deal with my assistant.âÂ
âWhat was in it for you?â You threw a couple peas in the strainer and Bucky did the same.
He shrugged. âI got to hand off some paperwork.â
Wow. âSeriously? A bit of paperwork seems like a poor trade for months of organizing something so important.â
Bucky laughed, the sound warming your stomach from the inside out and finally making you look at him again. It was little moments like this in which he felt so careless and relaxed. You liked to believe the shelter did it to him, or maybe even you. But primarily, you were glad he laid off his work self just then. âYeah it might have not been my smartest move... but I donât mind it really.â
âWhyâs that?â Your eyes locked and you suddenly became very aware of how close the two of you were standing.Â
âIf it werenât for the deal, I would have never met you.â There was something so honest and pure about the way he had stated this so plainly. And for a moment, you liked to forget that he might have just meant your suggestion to donate to Sunflower. That maybe, the funny fluttery feeling in your stomach wasnât one-sided, and that you too meant something greater to him than the coincidences that led him into your shop that day.Â
A wide smile spread on Buckyâs face and then he winked. He freaking winked at you. And while you turned back to your peas, desperate to hide the fluster on your face, you had to remind yourself that this was Bucky fucking Barnes and that he knew what he was doing.
About two hours later, you sat amongst the people currently living at the shelter, sharing the meal you had prepared for them with the hopes of getting them through another day. You and Bucky were sitting with Gabe Jones, a veteran whose post-traumatic stress disorder had cost him everything after the Vietnam War. He was always telling stories of his time on the front - a way to cope with his horrible past. By now, you and Peter had probably heard every single one of his stories twice. But Bucky was on the edge of his seat. Listening with intrigue as the food on his plate remained untouched.Â
âIt was â68 when I was sent out. There were soldiers who done already survived a year or so at the front. And, son, I am sayinâ survived âcause you couldnât call that livinâ.â Gabe shook his head before pointing his fork to his shoulder. âCaught a grenade in â69 and on our way to camp, they shot at the helicopter. Lost my right arm and comrade that day. The damn armâs gone but Iâm gonâ have the memory forever.â
The words didnât seem to affect the veteran anymore, but they never failed to leave their recipients shocked and wondering. It was always the same question: How can someone fight for a country, leave their life for a country, and end up here?
And honestly? You didnât know.Â
âIâm so sorry, sir.â Bucky swallowed as his eyes fled over to yours. âThank you for your service.â
âNotinâ to be sorry âbout.â Gabe waved his hand and then pointed at Buckyâs plate. âYou eatinâ that?âÂ
Bucky just shook his head and pushed his plate towards Gabe, a somber state overtaking his body. You did feel a little bad. But you also knew that Gabe wasnât affected by sympathies and that he was happy at Sunflower - though he preferred the street over the beds here. While he had spent just another day existing, he had simultaneously opened Buckyâs eyes to the severity of making stories like his more known.Â
By now you were pretty confident, Bucky would choose the homeless as recipients for his companyâs fundraiser sum. But he surprised you by getting involved with the people here over and over again, willing to learn and to understand.Â
The walk to your apartment building that evening was awfully quiet. Bucky had insisted he walk on the street side of the sidewalk, buried his hands in his coat pockets, and shut up ever since.
You knew he was contemplating, letting the day play on repeat in his mind. He probably had a lot of questions, a lot of frustration, and worry. Nothing unfamiliar to you, but something youâd learned to deal with ever since helping out at Sunflower.Â
âDonât feel bad,â you said when you stopped in front of the familiar brick building you called home.Â
âHow?â
âFeeling bad isnât helping them. You have the power to change things.â It was an awfully dry response, but the truth hurt sometimes.Â
Bucky just looked at you through hooded eyes, a knowing nod shaking his features as he watched slowly take a step back toward your front door.Â
âThank you,â he suddenly released - steady and calm. âFor taking me. For helping me see...âÂ
You couldnât help yourself. The confession overwhelmed you. Knowing you had succeeded in showing him what was so important to you overwhelmed you. You leaped forward and slung your arms around him, pressing tightly into his chest.Â
Buckyâs arms found their way around you in an instant, the hug conveying so much more than just a goodbye. It was a âthank youâ a âthis means the world to meâ.
After about a minute, you leaned up to him and placed a kiss to his cheek. âIâm also glad you took the deal, Bucky.â You whispered into his ear, feeling the smile on his face on your cheek.Â
When he finally released you, it seemed like the spell was gone. Bucky was back to burying his hands in his pockets, only the faint remnants of a smile hinting towards your earlier interaction. You hadnât realized how much this would affect him. You had forgotten how long you fought with yourself until you could act normal around the people at Sunflower yourself.Â
âDo you want to come up?â You threw your thumb over your shoulder at the entrance of the building with a lopsided smile. âDonât want that cheap bottle of merlot to go bad.â
Buckyâs eyes brightened underneath the street lights and the wide boyish grin returned to his face. âWe canât have that, can we?â
â â â
To say Buckyâs heart had skipped a beat at your invitation would have been an understatement. It did somersaults and ended with an impressive backflip. Heâd not expected a move from your side. Especially, since the last time he had picked you up, the universe had flipped him the bird by sending two of his former one-night-stands your way. He had been able to shake them off before they were able to yell at him or reveal more of what their connection to him was. But that marked the first time he was a little embarrassed by his late endeavors. You had acted like nothing happened, but since that night, Bucky hadnât stopped wondering what you thought of him.Â
You lead him up the narrow staircase to a red wooden door, the color chipping by the floor as an indicator of having to kick it to open sometimes. Beyond the door, it was cozy and warm. Every corner of your place had a memory placed in it - a self-made quilt or a photograph. When you walked through it, Bucky could feel the love and time this place had seen.Â
It was nothing like his own apartment: a penthouse standing high above the city, with sleek black surfaces and cold marble wherever you reached. Here, he felt the need to take his shoes off, to feel the fuzzy carpets on the scratched-up wooden floors. Your place wasnât sterile like his, it felt... like a good hug.Â
Bucky snorted as the result of a breath he released. Never before had he cared about what his place lacked. It was expensive and pristine, clean and big. And even though your apartment was about the size of his living room, it had so much more to offer.Â
âThe living room is right through there, you can choose a movie if you like.â Your voice called out from somewhere Bucky assumed to be the kitchen as he kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the rust-colored sofa that had more pillows than necessary. It was super comfortable, though. And the lack of space due to the pillows forced you to sit a little closer to him, so he wasnât complaining.
âYour place is... cute.â He stated as you handed him a glass of wine and laughed.Â
âItâs a shoebox but I do love it very much. Probably nothing compared to what youâre used to.â
Bucky shook his head and took a sip. The wine did taste cheap, but he did not care. âBigger isnât always better.â His arm was spread on the backrest but your whole body was turned to him. âIt has a lot of character.â
âOh god, please stop, youâre just making it sound worse.â Your hand came up to hide your face but your smile peeked through the gesture.Â
Bucky laughed. âI didnât mean it condescendingly. I really do like it. Reminds me of my childhood home.â
âAre you close with your family?â Bucky was surprised by the question. Maybe it was because his friends never talked about his family, or because the peers he hung out with tended to discuss business rather than sentimental. But he realized that nobody had asked him about it for a long time.
And so he began talking. Bucky talked about his parents and how both of them died early in his life. He told you how close he was with his sister until she got adopted into another family. He spoke about his childhood with Steve and how theyâd met Sam and Tony in college, about the night they had the idea for Shield Protective Services, and finally the day he was told his sister had passed away.Â
Throughout his story, you had leaned into him closer, hanging onto his every word until your hand had to support your body on his thigh and Bucky suddenly stopped talking.Â
Your glasses were emptied, the bottle as well, and Bucky gulped when he felt the heat from your hand travel throughout his entire body.Â
âSo... thatâs my story.â He had to clear his throat to gain his usual timber back, his hands becoming sweaty when you blinked next to him. âWhat about you, dove?â
âDove?â You smiled, yet intrigued by the name that had slipped past his lips in the trance of the moment. Heâd only ever called you that in his thoughts. Attributed the nickname to you the second he realized it was the most fitting one of them all.Â
âYou donât like it?â He asked, his arm slipping towards your shoulder ever so slightly.Â
âI like it.â You smiled. âI just want to know... why this one?â
A hush of giddiness crawled up his throat when he thought about his answer. It was the way you had welcomed him so easily into this world of yours. How you were willing to show him the things precious to you. That you trusted him with this very opportunity to help. Every day he spent with you he felt it, found that between coding his new security program and meeting with Hydra enterprises, its somber reality sent him into a feeling of breathing fresh air. You created a button that turned off the noise in his head. âBecause you bring me peace.â
Your eyes stared at him in wonder when he tilted your chin with his thumb and index finger. There was appreciation and happiness, he could see it, feel it.Â
Bucky was entranced by your stare when your voice whispered a response to him: âThatâs the sweetest thing Iâve ever been told.â
You leaned forward and Buckyâs heart threatened to jump out of his chest, and then your face fell into his chest, your arms encasing him in the warmest hug heâd ever received. He willed his pulse to slow and wrapped his arms around you tightly. A little humbled and a little confused, but appreciative of the situation nonetheless.Â
You stayed like this when you chose a movie to watch. Even after an hour, Buckyâs grip didnât loosen. He peered down at you on his chest and watched as you fell asleep. And when he was sure you were far away in your slumber, he pressed a warm kiss to your head, lingering in the scent of your shampoo. Â
â â â
Bucky stared at his computer screen as the pen in his hand clicked on his glass desk in perfect rhythm. The Shelter website displayed on the surface, portraying a brighter version of the sign you had dragged him to that very first day.Â
But it wasnât the heartfelt story behind the building or the way his pen clicked slightly more hollow every other tap because he turned it too much that had him zoned out at work. It was - as unbelievable as it sounded - a woman. Not just any, no. You.Â
âHey, I need a signature from you for this design draft.â Steve dropped his notepad on the desk, then rounded it and settled behind Bucky who had yet to recognize his presence.Â
âThis your charity suggestion?â He questioned with his hands on his friendâs office chair.Â
Bucky nodded absentmindedly. Perhaps it was because he had decided to support your suggestion the second you had taken his hand on his way to the subway. Or maybe he was just letting his mind roam freely again. Mainly because it was a safe bet to call you into memory and he liked the feeling it provided.Â
A pale hand waved in front of his face. âEarth to Bucky.â Steve snapped his fingers, making the brunette jump. âYou seem oddly distracted.â
He had been thinking about you. Of course, he had. There seemed to be nothing else he could do lately. Every time Bucky read through his reports, he imagined what your voice would sound like reading them to him. Whenever he went down to IT, he envisioned the room decorated with your flowers and how much happier they would make the place. When he sat in a meeting with HR and watched their burnt-out faces stare back at him through their coffee haze, he wondered if you could make them as lively as you made him.Â
Bucky could - so he realized after weeks of denial - not escape you.Â
That was one thing. But the more chilling revelation was that he did not mind. He enjoyed the little admonitions his mind set out in his environment. He appreciated the quickening thumb in his chest, whenever he saw his calendar entries stating another meeting with you - so much so that he almost forgot how unusual it was for him.Â
It was crazy. A month ago, if someone had dared to tell him heâd be finding something more than his regular flings, he would have laughed in their face. In fact, he actually did a few days before he met you.Â
Bucky didnât know what kind of magical spell youâd put on him, but within a few weeks, heâd started to become a different man. A better version of his thought-to-be-marvelous self. Now he realized what he was missing: a counterpart, someone who made life seem dull without them by his side. He wasnât going to admit it to Sam or Steve immediately, but the idea of you being that very someone became more attractive each day.Â
âJust a lot to do with the gala and all...â Bucky trailed off and spun around to Steve.Â
âYou know, I never took you for an event manager...â The blonde grinned and his eyes lit up in the office light. âDonât take this the wrong way, I like seeing you try something new, but this feels very... out of place.â
âBut you also know I never back down from a challenge. And Iâll be damned if Nat has something to hold against me for life.â
Steveâs head tipped forward. âWe both know that woman has blackmail material for two lifetimes on us.Â
âShe really does.â Bucky sighed and then slumped back in his chair, the little issue he had been hiding from his best friend gnawing on his mind.Â
He thought about Steve and Bambi and how he had just asked her to marry him. Sheâd said yes, of course, nobody expected otherwise. Steve - of all people - was living a magical fairytale life with the woman of his dreams. And here Bucky was, thinking he had figured it all out with women and relationships - or rather that he never wanted one - yet he found himself wondering why that decision bugged him so much when you came into the picture.Â
âCan I ask you something?â Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, not believing he was really going to ask Steve for dating advice.
âAlways.â
âHow did you know that Bambi was the one?â A stupid question, really. Bucky already knew there was nobody like you. But it was best to start this conversation off lightly.
Steve smiled widely again, his cheeks tinted pink. âWell, I couldnât stop thinking about her. And not in an I havenât touched a woman in years kind of way... I couldnât stop. Every second of every day, I imagined her with me. The thought of her made me happier even before she knew how I felt about her. And, well, it also hurt like hell when I thought she didnât return my feelings... when she refused to talk to me for a day...â He cleared his throat and then eyed Bucky again. âWhy do you want to know?â
âNothing in particular. I was just wondering and I needed material for my best man speech.â But the blonde didnât buy it. He caught Buckyâs chair when he attempted to turn away, pulling him right back in front of him. âAre you dating someone? Is it that woman from the flower shop?â
How did he know about you? âNo??â Bucky squinted at Steve.Â
âYou know if you wanted advice, I do consider myself an expert to some extent now.â Bucky wanted to wipe the smug grin right off his friendâs face.Â
âYouâre an idiot.â He stood up and paced to the window.
âOh come on, Buck.â Steve followed suit, the playful grin ever present. âYou teased me for years about my love life, canât be mad now.â
âIâm not mad.â He was annoyed.Â
They stood by the glass front for a while, watching the busy city unfold beneath them in the glow of the rising sun. Bucky could feel his friendâs eyes stare at him though. And after another moment of silence, the blonde finally spoke. âYou should ask her out.â
âWhat?â He faced him again.Â
âYou like her. I can tell. And youâve never acted like this about a woman, let alone put so much effort into a relationship. I know itâs not your style, but I think it would do you good to at least try.â
âThe effort is for the gala.â Bucky corrected.Â
âRight. Because thatâs your thing... charity galas.â Steve squeezed Buckyâs shoulder and then tapped it and then he made his way to the door. âIâm not going to tell you what to do, but I really wish you would listen to your heart and not be a stubborn dickhead for once. This could be something life-changing - something great. And itâs your choice whether you welcome it or not.â
Life changing. Bucky didnât like the sound of that. He liked to be in control of the situation and rule over his own life. However that aspect seemed to have left the building when you entered.Â
He huffed. There you were back on his mind again, and he felt the tingle creep up his throat. There was no denying it. What Steve had described with Bambi was what Bucky had with you.Â
With a shake of his head, he grabbed his coat, told Nat heâd be back in an hour, and then pressed the button for the elevator. He would deny it if Steve ever dared to take pride in convincing him to do so, but heâd also be damned if he didnât at least try to find out if you felt the same.Â
â â â
There was a burly-looking stranger standing at the counter when Bucky entered your shop. He had willed the traitorous voice in his head to silence all the way here. But now that he saw the handsome older man taking all your attention to the point you hadnât even noticed him stepping in over the customer's broad shoulders, the heat began to bubble up again.Â
Bucky wanted to tell himself you wouldnât prefer the salt-and-pepper-bearded man over him. But to be honest, he didnât even know what your type was. Yes, you had cuddled on your sofa just the other night, but since Bucky wouldnât consider himself an expert in anything other than one-night stands, it could have been a friendly gesture for all he knew.Â
âWould that be all for you?â You asked the man and handed him his chance. Bucky watched as his thumb grazed over your hand, feeling a tinge of anger starting to consume him. Â
âThatâs all. Thank you, sweetheart.â
âI hope to see you again soon, sir.â
âOh, you can bet on it.â He winked then turned, nodded to Bucky in a brief greeting, and then exited the shop. Buckyâs eyes lingered on the door for a while longer. He took deep breaths as his jaw clenched and the bell above the entrance fell silent.Â
âHey.â A warm hand touched his arm, pulling him right back to your eyes. And just like that, the anger washed away a little. There were just you and him in your tiny oasis amid Brooklyn. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine.â He forced a smile, but the frown on his face probably betrayed him. âJust thought that man was a little inappropriate.âÂ
âHeâs just a sweet man buying flowers for his wife.â Your eyes glimmered with mischief when you bit your lip. âBucky... are you jealous?â
Oh, hell no.
âJealous?â Bucky wasnât jealous. He couldnât be. There was nothing to be jealous of. He had no claim to you. Even if he really wished he did. And yet that man had angered him with only the touch of his hand. That was the only thing heâd ever get. Bucky knew what it felt like to have you in his arms, how your body lotion settled in his nose, how your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. âNo.â
âBut you should not be so naĂŻve, dove. Married men are also flirting... and cheating.â
A short laugh escaped your throat before you caught yourself again and Buckyâs heart began doing that funny somersault thing. âNot to burst your bubble or anything, but I do know how the real world works.â You crossed your arms before your chest. âBesides, what do you care if he did ask me out? Maybe it has been a lifelong dream of mine to be a mistress.â
âItâs not. And I donât. I just think you deserve someone better than a cheater.â
âOh, like who? The percentage of good guys in this city is disappointingly low.â
Bucky snorted, guided by the excitement in his chest he opened his arms. âPlease, I could name at least five guys off the top of my head who are better than whatever that was.â His left hand flailed in the direction of the door, referring to the previous customer.Â
âName one.â
âMe.â
The surprise sprung onto your features faster than Bucky realized what he had said. âWhat?âÂ
Well, this was certainly not the way he had planned to ask you out today. Damn jealousy. The only way for this to not be embarrassing was to own up to it now. It was what he had come here for after all, right?
Bucky looked directly into your eyes, his expression sincere and determined. "Yes, me. I may not have everything figured out, but I do know one thing: I care about you. I've seen the way you light up a room, the kindness you show to everyone around you. You deserve someone who sees that, who appreciates it.â
Your eyes softened when you shook your head, averting your gaze to the ground. âI donât know, Bucky.â
He bit the insides of his cheeks, instantly hoping youâd say something else. Anything that would show him there was a chance you would change your mind. The silence was all-consuming, but he kept his mouth shut, careful not to fuck it up once again.Â
âBucky, I appreciate your honesty, I really do. But I don't think it's a good idea.â
Bucky's brows furrowed, his confidence wavering as your soft refusal hit him. "What do you mean, you don't know?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration. He struggled to keep his composure, the unfamiliar feeling of rejection gnawing at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he searched for the right thing to say. His jaw tensed, betraying the hurt he felt deep down. "Forget it," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. With a curt nod, he turned on his heel, his disappointment palpable in the air as he made his exit, leaving you to contemplate his unexpected confession.
â â â
âWhy, donât you just look precious!â You bent down and picked up Samâs daughter, Darla, who had eagerly stormed through the door as soon as heâd opened it because she wasnât quite tall enough to reach the handle yet.Â
âYou... Iâve missed you soooo much.â You nuzzled her into your chest and pretended to squeeze real tight.Â
âCome play dragons with me!â The little one squirmed and then hopped off in her tiny knight costume.
âNothing I would rather do,â you singsonged and then mouthed a âsheâs grown so muchâ to Sam before he closed the door with a shake of his head.Â
âI know... she just does it without my permission. Unbelievable.â
About ten minutes later, you sat on the living room floor with a bunch of stuffed dragons, you had been instructed to play. Samâs daughter was happily fighting the stuffies with her wooden sword and his husband handed you a cup of coffee with a smile.Â
âSo how have things been?â Matt sat down on the sofa and Sam instantly wrapped his arm around him. Your eyes lingered on the interaction for a second before your gaze wandered back to Darla.Â
âOh, you know, business as usual. The shop is doing very well... the shelters are holding up.â You smiled at her and then made a dragon fall backward in defeat.Â
âHm...â He frowned. âThatâs weird... I had a feeling it was getting better soon.â
You smiled tight-lipped and wondered if you had butchered it all with your stubbornness. Matt wasnât clairvoyant or anything crazy like it. But the joke of his other senses being heightened due to his impaired vision had carried on forever. And even though you never believed in supernatural magical things, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe, there was a hunch of truth to it nonetheless. He had been right about many other things after all.Â
âI donât know,â you sighed and Darla excused herself to her room to âget more toysâ. âExcept for the shop, everything else seems to go a little downhill right now.â
âBut you have been seeing someone, no?â Matt tilted his head and Sam squeezed his shoulder in an attempt to make him stop.Â
âBabe, do we need to talk about appropriate prying again?âÂ
âSorry,â Matt blushed, âOccupational hazard.â
You laughed and then turned serious again. âI have... but to be honest, I doubt it will have a future. Itâs - I donât know - it just seems a little too good to be true.â
âItâs been Bucky youâve been seeing, hasnât it?â Sam chimed in with a calm deep voice, making your attention snap to him. Your heart began to race at the mention of Buckyâs name.Â
âHow did you know?â
His fingers lifted in air quotes âA gorgeous girl with a flower shop in Brooklyn that somehow tries to convince him to donate to Sunflower shelters? You did not make it hard, honey.â
âHe... he talks to you about me?â Well, that changes things, you thought as you watched Sam reassure you with a small smile.Â
"More like a little birdy told me...." Sam shrugged. âWhat happened?â He leaned forward slightly, his eyes holding concern.
âIsnât it obvious? I donât want to be one of his many trophies. And Iâm scared, I just made the chase attractive by not putting out immediately.â Your eyes turned glassy. âWhat if he will lose interest when I do.â Your voice broke, making you almost whisper the last part into the living room. âBecause I really really want to...â
Matt cleared his throat. âIf it helps anything... I have a feeling you are not going to be just another one-night stand.â
âAnd why is that?â
âIâve never seen him like this.â Sam chimed in. âSo butthurt about a girl or even put effort in a relationship that would only become a one night stand - which it is not - he wants more, he needs more. He sees a future with you. And as much as his bad-boy demeanor has made that pretty unbelievable in the past, he is changing. I just know, and itâs about time that he aims for peace and quiet and love and comfort.â
Turning your head with a suspicious grin, you answered: âIs Matt contagious? Because that sounded one hell of a lot like a prediction to me.â
Sam just shook his head with a smile, scooted forward on the sofa, and then took your hands in his. âBelieve me when I say this: You are so amazing. And not even a douchebag like Bucky could deny it. Yes, he has had his fair share of women in the past, and he can be the most stubborn dickhead in all of New York City, but heâs not stupid. He knows something valuable when he sees it. And you, love, have given him the most precious thing heâs ever had.â
You held eye contact for a short moment, letting your friendâs words sink in and warm you from the inside until the butterflies in your stomach began to tingle. As much as you wanted to refuse, you had shown him love and acceptance every step of the way. And Bucky? Bucky had tried so hard to impress you. He had done so many things just for you, to spend time with you.
You just wrote it off as a means to get you to sleep with him. But at this point, that argument was farfetched. Because throughout the time you spent together, his presence was pleasant, casual, and... wanted.Â
âSo what do I do now?â You said with determination, making a smile spark on both Samâs and Mattâs faces.
â â â
âSo, Barnes is unusually grumpy tonight.â Bucky heard Tony say when he came back from the bathroom, jamming his glas on the table to announce he was listening. âDid you get cockblocked or what?â
âShut it, Stark, or Iâll personally demonstrate your very own cockblock.â Bucky pressed through his teeth.Â
âDamn, Buck. What the hell could possibly throw you off this much?â Tony signaled for two more drinks to the bar as Bucky took a seat again.Â
Sam looked at him with a raised brow - the fucker knew what was going on. But Bucky refused to get dragged into talking about his feelings.Â
âI thought it was going good?â Steve chimed in, a question in his features. Steve, you punk. Shut up!
Bucky knew he was referring to the bouquets of flowers that subtly decorated the office now. First his own desk, then the kitchen. And when Nat had grown suspicious, he proceeded to place them on her desk to have her stop asking questions.Â
It wasnât his doing - not this time. You had just given him a bouquet of the flowers you couldnât sell anymore every time you met. And Bucky couldnât bring himself to throw them out. They also reminded him of you and were a nice little distraction from work. ...Not that it mattered anymore.
âGoing good? What is going on? What are you talking about, Rogers?â
âBucky met a- ouch goddamnit!â A kick was heard from beneath the table. And when Steveâs eyes snapped over to Sam, the man just tipped his head with a warning stare. âWhat the hell, man?â
âOkay, thatâs it. I feel like you guys donât tell me anything. I need details. Now.â
âNo.â
Bucky didnât need Tony to know. In fact, Bucky didnât need anyone to know he had trouble talking to a woman. He, of all people, who never had any difficulties getting even the married ones - yeah he wasnât too proud of that... But Tony would just make everything worse. And with his patience hanging by a thread right about now, he was not willing to play with fire.Â
âBuck, we- theyâre your friends. They deserve to know, especially if things are as serious as you told me.â Bucky just stared at Steve in silence, his gaze trained on the crystal class in front of him with the amber liquid untouched. Steve always had a need to calm the storm. And maybe, Bucky would let him do it this time.Â
Truthfully, Bucky couldnât imagine a life without you anymore. His friends would sooner or later hear about you - if he had not fucked it up entirely. So, it was better to rip the band-aid off now than peel it back painfully slow in the future.Â
He crossed his arms and exchanged a brief glance with the blonde, and Steve understood that he was allowed to proceed.Â
âBucky met someone. Heâs organizing the charity gala this year and sheâs the florist doing the flower arrangements.â He had never noticed it before, but ever since Bambi had entered Steveâs life, his best friendâs fable for romance became more and more apparent to Bucky.Â
âSheâs also helped him find a cause to donate to. Sheâs been taking him to the Shelter she has worked at for years,â Sam chimed in and Bucky didnât even question where he got his information from anymore. Steve and he had always been close, and though Bucky didnât believe Steve would tell Sam his most private conversations, Sam always had a way of finding out.Â
âEvent planning? Florist? Who are you and what have you done to Bucky?â Tony looked seriously stunned, But Bucky didnât expect anything less than incomprehension. He had always been the only one in the group Tony could relate to and talk to when it came to women and lifestyles. Now, that very thing was slipping away.Â
Bucky just shrugged, uncertain how to answer. It was true: He had changed quite a bit ever since meeting you. But they weren't bad changes. He actually liked them.Â
Steve cleared his throat. âI thought things were going great, just the other day he talked about asking her out. And there were all these flowers in the office, I just assumed...â
âYeah well, they werenât.â Bucky interrupted as he felt the frustration creep back up. There were so many new feelings mixing within him that he didnât know what to do with them.Â
âWell itâs good to have you back, I guess. Canât imagine how that wouldâve turned out.â Tonyâs hand landed on Buckyâs shoulder, who immediately brushed it off.Â
âWhat do you mean âturned outâ?â
His head swayed from left to right and his hands turned outward. âWell, we all agree it would have never worked out right? Youâre not the one for relationships and she was clearly using you for that charity money.â
What the actual fuck?
âYou donât know her. So donât you dare assume anything about her.â Bucky sprung up, his hands hitting the table with a thump. âDove has the kindest, most beautiful soul on this earth.â He wouldnât let Tony, of all people, insult you. Not you. Not his dove. And, yes, maybe it also hurt a little that his friend did not believe Bucky could change for something truly important. And maybe it scratched his ego that this might have been the reason for your rejection the other day. But all of that seemed unimportant now.Â
âLook at you growing all protective.â
âTony.â Steveâs condescending tone rumbled over the booth.Â
A look at Tony and Bucky wanted to smack the smirk off his face. Another look at Sam, whose eyes had grown soft with empathy. And one last look at Steve, whoâd only wanted him to be as happy as him. Damn it.Â
âYou wouldnât fucking know what Iâm talking about, Stark.â
And then he stormed out of the Ironbar and into the night, head fuming, heart racing, and only one thing on his mind.Â
â â â
You were pretty sure Bucky would have kicked your door down had you not opened it the second time he wrapped his fist against it. Now he was standing in front of you, cheeks reddened from the cool night air, chest rising with deep breaths, but still devilishly handsome.Â
âHey, Bucky!â You smiled until you noticed the irritated look in his eyes. âWhat are you doing here?â
He seemingly ignored you, stepping into your home and then turning once you closed the door. âDo you think I can change?â
âWhat?â
âDo you believe I could change? That I could become the person you would date?â His eyes were pleasing, his head cocked to the side - fidgedy.
âIs... is this about the other day?â
Bucky looked nervous, vulnerable even. âJust answer my question, please.â
âI believe everyone has the ability to change. But I also know not everyone wants to.â You looked at your hands, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
âThen why... why do you think I havenât. Through all the times weâve gone to the shelter, through all the conversations. Iâve never had that with someone before... what I have with you.â
There it was. You knew you had to talk to him about it sooner or later. Sam and Matt had suggested as much. You just didn't know it would be this soon.
âBucky, I just donât want to end up as one of the women passing you on the street, throwing side eyes at the newest one youâre having on your arm.â Yeah... that encounter had been a rather awkard one. Not to mention how nervous you were that night, hopig Bucky had only played it cool in order to protect you.
âSee, but that wouldnât happen to you, dove. It wouldnât. Because I realized that you are the reason that makes me want to change.â Bucky's gaze softened as he spoke, his tone gentle yet resolute he stepped closer. âI'm not perfect, but I promise you this: I'll always try my best for you. So, yeah, maybe it's a long shot, but I think I could be good for you. And if you'd give me the chance, I'd love to show you.â He took your hands in his, then closed his eyes and came even closer. âI know I'd treat you right.â
Throughout his confession, your gaze never faltered from his face. You could feel the desperate honesty in his tone, in the way his hands lightly trembled. He was scared, and he lay that emotion in your hands - for you to do whatever you needed with it.Â
Your voice was shaky when you answered, a light hue of shame fogging the question on the tip of your tongue. âBut how do I know...?â That this is not what youâre telling every woman in this godforsaken city?Â
But Bucky understood. Because apparently that pull you'd had toward him had been there for a reason. âBecause the things you make me feel scare me.â His face was mere inches from yours now, you could see every speck of color in his irises. âThey scare me because Iâve never felt them before. Every time Iâm not with you, I think of you. In every situation I am in alone, I imagine how much more exciting it would be with you in it. Iâm going crazy. Iâm lost without you, dove.â
A single tear ran down your face at his confession. This moment felt so raw, his words so sincere. But most importantly, it made your heart pound with excitement.Â
âWill you be mine?â His forehead leaned against yours, his hands moving up your arms and to your neck. âPlease say yes,â he whispered and his breath tickled your nose.Â
He just felt so right. Bucky felt right in your home, in your arms, in your life. âYes.â You finally answered and as soon as the syllable left your mouth, his lips came crashing onto yours.Â
Within seconds, Bucky had you pressed against the door. His hands held your face lovingly, his hands warm and big on your skin. The kiss was deep and so unbelievably pure, it punched the breath from your lunges the second your lips connected. And suddenly you knew that Buckyâs words held far less emptiness than you had feared. Nobody could kiss like this and not be sincere. At least you hoped it to be true because once youâd gotten a taste, you knew you would never want to try anything else. You could get drunk off him. Forever.
Your hands wandered beneath Buckyâs coat, settling in the warmth of his back beneath the thick wool and feeling the muscles ripple when he pulled you even closer.Â
You sighed into him because the moment felt so right, so perfect, so tailored to the two of you and Bucky brushed his tongue over your bottom lip. The tingle from the gesture traveled down your spine. Before you could hold yourself back, you let his touch swallow you whole.Â
â â â
Bucky moaned, a feeling so warm and enjoyable taking over his body with every breath you stole from him. He had wanted for this to happen for weeks. And the real thing did not disappoint.Â
Your hands roamed his back until they hooked onto his shoulders and began shrugging off his coat. He tried hard to keep your lips on his during the action, not wanting to miss a single moment without them anymore. You were here, you were his, and it was perfect.Â
âBucky,â you whimpered when his thigh made its way between your legs. A move so instinctually feeling for him. But all the other women heâd been with before only seemed like practice now. Preparation to be the best lover youâve ever had and ever will have. Because you were the real thing, the grand prize, the best person to ever happen to him.Â
You ground down on his legs in rhythmic motions, Bucky could feel the heat seeping through his expensive dress pants and it made him feel even hotter. He pushed his leg higher, reveling in the sounds that came from your lips and the very knowledge he was the one providing this pleasure. There was nothing more exhilarating.Â
But still, it wasnât enough. âThere are too many layers of clothes between us, dove,â his wet breath brushed against your cheek as he pulled his thigh back for you to take off your jeans.Â
âYouâre so right.â You grinned and then pulled them down in one swift motion only to reveal a pink pear of panties underneath.Â
In an instant, his body was pressed to yours again, his lips attaching to yours like magnets - he couldnât get enough of the taste of you. But instead of placing his leg right back to get you that delicious friction, his hand began traveling down your front until it disappeared in your underwear.Â
If you were any other woman, Bucky wouldâve gone down on you. He would have dropped to his knees and eaten you out because he knew it was the fastest way heâd make you come. And he took pride in the fact that the women he was with always had at least one orgasm more than him. But he didnât do so with you.Â
Why?
Because Bucky Barnes got high off of your lips, and he couldnât possibly imagine not seeing your face, feeling your mouth shape in a silent scream when he would make you come for the first time.Â
So his hand had to do for now. His fingers slipped past the thin pink cotton and over your mound to gather your slickness. He gasped when he reached your heated core. âYouâre so wet for me, love. So ready.â He pecked the corner of your lips. âSo perfect.â
âYes!â You whined and pressed your pussy into his touch. Bucky immediately started to trace circles on your clit. He took his time to find the motions with which your breath staggered, or your fists clenched in his shirt. With every whimper, every stroke of his hand, he felt his dick strain his pants a little more - the aching exciting him for when he could finally sink into you.Â
âShit, donât stop. Iâm so close.â
âI donât plan on ever stopping.â He growled into your mouth, his hand movements becoming more frantic, the wet noises filling your apartment. Frankly, Bucky didnât believe he could ever stop giving you pleasure and having you writhe in his arms with deep sighs. Not until he knew how you sounded cumming on his hand, on his face, on his dick, on the sofa, on the bed, and every other surface he could possibly imagine. Your body was like ecstasy.
Your walls began to clench around his fingers, every drag becoming harder as he imagined his cock being squeezed by you instead. âThere you go, Baby. Thatâs it.â
âOH MY GOD!â You screamed as your hand pulled on his hair, your body growing rigid with pleasure and Bucky kissed every curse word from your lips.Â
After a minute, he slowly pulled his hand back, the other caressing the skin on your cheek. âAre you okay?â He whispered, his eyes boring into yours in genuine concern.Â
âAre you kidding? Iâm more than okay. That was incredible.â Bucky couldnât help the small chuckle from leaving his lips at your praise.Â
âYou look really fucking pretty when you come.â
âIâm glad. Because I want you to make me do it again.â You kissed his cheek. âAnd again.â And then you gently stroked his cock through his pants. âAnd again.â
And the second you said that Bucky pulled you onto the floor with him. He took his time removing your clothes, kissed the trial of your bra strap all the way down your shoulder, licked and bit at your hips all the way down to your ankles where he finally pulled off your underwear and pressed his lips to the soft skin of your leg. And when you were fully naked, he paused. Buckyâs eyes roamed your body, taking in every divot, every mark and curve of yours.
He sat back on his haunches, his head getting dizzy when the butterflies took over. âGod, youâre so beautiful,â Bucky softly wheezed, his hand slowly stroking your leg as you lay spread out in front of him.Â
âCome here.â You gestured with your arms open, welcoming him in your embrace with a wide smile. Bucky supported his weight with his arms on either side of your head and let your hands bury in his hair. He closed his eyes letting the warmth of your touch overtake him. Your thumbs stroked over his brows before you whispered: âLook at me.â
âYeah?â
âIâm sorry I doubted you. I feel the appreciation in the way you talk to me and touch me. It was unfair of me to assume you are your reputation.â
âNo, itâs okay. Itâs not like I made it easy for you to believe me.â
You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. âWell, I do now.â Your eyes locked with his and a new fire lit within them.Â
âGood.â He smirked and then rolled you over so that you were straddling his waist. The cool wooden floor hit his bare back as you had bunched his shirt up on the way, now pulling it over his head and revealing your satisfied stare when your hands traced over his abs.
You shook your head and released a breath. âShame on me for refusing this for so long.â Your fingers passed his happy trail and began working on his belt. Buckyâs thumbs stroked your thighs as he watched you undress him, the tent in his pants ever so present and growing with every brush of your fingers.Â
âDonât worry, dove. We have all the time in the world to make up for it.â When his pants were off he pulled you forward again, kissing you ferociously. ââCause Iâm not planning on leaving.â
You smirked and ground down on his cock, interrupting his speech and ripping a guttural sound from his chest.Â
He had been holding back. Ever since you'd dragged him into that shelter, he had not touched a woman, because you had him hooked the second you had taken his hand on the way. And now he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from coming in his boxers like a school boy.Â
âAre you getting nervous, Bucky?â You grinned and moved again to tease him a little more.
âCan you blame me?â He clenched his jaw when you rocked forward again, his hand stilling your hips with a near-bruising grip. âIâve wanted you ever since I stepped foot in your shop.â
âYou did?â Your head cocked to the side, surprise washing over your face and his dick twitched making Buckyâs cheeks heat up.Â
âYes...â He confessed only to be attacked with your kisses again. He groaned and bucked his hips up until you were a moaning mess on top of him. His hands reached around you, settling on your ass and giving it a small clap.Â
âHand me my walled, baby. Itâs in my pants.â
âWhy?â
âWe need a condom if you donât want to keep dry-humping me.â He smirked, knowing, feeling there was nothing dry about this anymore. Your arousal was already drenching his boxers. The slick pushing him close to losing it.Â
âItâs okay. We donât have to, I have an IUD.âÂ
âAs much as I want to, we should be safe...â Bucky swallowed and averted his eyes in regret. âHave to get tested again.â
âOh, ok.â You were disappointed, he could tell. And Bucky was too. It was the first time he ever regretted all his one-night stands because he would kill to fuck you raw and feel all of you. And as hazy as your body made him, he could not ignore the fact that he did have several different sex partners before. It would have to wait a few weeks. And when he would come back clean, he would keep you in the bedroom for a week straight.
You must have noticed his misery because you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then you scooched back and retrieved the condom from his wallet. Bucky held his breath when your fingers hooked into his waistband. And when you pulled them down, his cock stood proud and thick with precum already pearling from his tip.Â
He reached for the shiny packet in your hand but you pulled your arm up, your eyes stuck on his cock. âLet me.â
âOkay,â he breathed out as he watched you rip the packet. His shaft twitched when your careful hands rolled the condom over him, another bead of precum dripping into the condom and before he could collect himself, you rubbed your pussy all over him, coating him in your arousal.Â
Buckyâs hands turned into fists at your sides as he watched you finally sink down on him - inch by inch, your heat welcomed him, his body sparking with pleasure all over. You moaned in unison when he was fully seated inside you, his cock being hugged tightly in your warmth - heâd barely held it together then.Â
You planted your hands on his abdomen and rocked forward, sending the both of you reeling. It took a second for Bucky to collect himself. His eyes closed and his nose huffing, he reminded himself of what he had promised you and what he wanted his first time with you to be. When he opened his eyes again, his hands moved over your body with determination. One setting over your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, the other began tracing tight circles on your clit.Â
Your head fell back, a vision of ecstasy and pleasure unfolding before him when he sent you over the edge a second time. He slowed your hips on his and rubbed your pussy with his thumb. He needed you to come again. And then again, and he had to hold out for that long. But the way your chest heaved, the light sheen of sweat forming on your skin, made his plan more than difficult.Â
It took all of Buckyâs willpower to pull you off his cock and push you to his legs. He sat up and kissed up your neck until he reached your lips. âWhat are you doing?â
âGiving you what you asked for.â He mumbled against your skin and then licked over your nipple, the other being caressed by his fingers. His free hand found its place right between your legs again and when you moaned lowly, he slipped two fingers inside you.Â
Your pussy was squelching, the lewd sound traveling across the living room as Bucky worked you towards another release. You were already squirming in his hands again. Your fists pulled at his roots, sending a shiver straight to his cock when you leaned his head back. âYouâre amazing.â Your breath was hot, fanning over his lips only to be replaced by them again. His tongue slipped inside and mimicking the movement of his fingers in your pussy.Â
âRight back at ya, dove. I can't wait to be inside you again.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
âFor you to come again.â He bit your lip and sped up his fingers already feeling you squeeze him tightly. âSo youâre satiated when I come deep inside you, feeling you squeeze me with that perfect pussy of yours until you see stars.â
âShitshitshit. Iâm coming!â A series of curses flew past him when you pulsed around his fingers, gushing all over his hand and lap until he finished rocking you through your third orgasm.Â
âFuck,â Bucky licked your juices off his fingers and his eyes rolled back into his head.Â
âI donât think I have another in me, Bucky.â
âDonât worry, love. I got you.â And with that he hooked your legs around his waist, falling forward until you were with your back to the floor, Bucky hovering over you and aligning his length with your entrance.Â
He couldnât wait anymore, in one swift motion, Bucky fully bottomed out until his balls hit your ass. And when he was confident you were comfortable, he set a relentless pace. He had been on the edge this entire time. You had almost made him come just having him watch you let go. But there was nothing like the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly, your body writhing beneath his, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and nails raking down his back.Â
âYou feel so good,â he grunted and you just moaned in response.
âLook at me, please.â His hand turned your face. âI need to see you.âÂ
Bucky snapped his hips into yours even faster, your walls already clenching tightly around him and he threatened to burst. Your eyes opened and fell to his and Bucky couldnât stop his orgasm from ripping through him anymore. His strokes stuttered, his balls tightened, but he held eye contact with you, searching your hand behind his back to lock your fingers with his.Â
The white pleasure exploded within him, elevated by your own peak hitting with full force. He kissed you then, feeling like he was somewhere between heaven and your living room floor. His mind was consumed by you, his body tingling in aftershocks as he rocked you through your highs.Â
His damp chest fell into yours when you came down. He rolled on his back, taking you with him, pressed deeply into his body, his cock still buried inside you. Buckyâs chest was heaving, the last remnants of pleasure sparkling in his nerves. He kissed your hand and cuddled you closer.Â
This was what he was made for. To be with you, to be consumed by your affection and warmth.Â
He smoothed over your head and felt your lashes flutter on his skin. His heart was blooming with contentment - all the fear heâd felt to commit was miles away, lost somewhere between the Ironbar and your doorstep. There was nothing he was more sure of.Â
âLet me do this right. Let me take you out.â He whispered into your hair with a smile, trying to remember a time heâd ever been this happy.Â
You snorted as your hand gently stroked over his chest. âBucky, youâre literally ballsdeep inside of me right now.â
Bucky chuckled as well, his hand rubbed down your bare back in a soothing motion when he kissed your head. âNothing like a convincing argument, huh.â
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Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids đŤŁ
hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.
summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.
warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
âCâmon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.â Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.
âWhat do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?â
You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. âBâbut, we already have twoâŚâ Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didnât even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.
âDoesnât matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.â Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men.Â
Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steveâs eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts.Â
They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again.Â
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pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers
summary: you meet your boyfriend's best friend for the first time, and he perfectly matches the energy of your relationship. then, what was meant to be a fun night for the three of you, turns into something more.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, threesome, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, come eating/swallowing, come play, semi-public play, light bdsm, check-ins, marking/bruises, teasing, edging, light overstimulation, some m/m (kissing and hand-holding), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, established relationship, happy ending polycule
word count: 12.2k
a/n: i was inspired by those pics from last month at the walk of fame ceremony, and this was originally just going to be a fun, flirty threesome. but then as i was writing, the characters decided we were adding some bucky/steve to the mix, so here we are!!! i haven't written anything like this before so i hope i did ok 𫣠also i did not mean for this fic to be so long but i had so much fun writing it, i just couldn't stop hahah anyway! hope y'all enjoy!!!
A jolt of excitement shot down your spine when you recognized Steve Rogers approaching through the crowd beneath the white canvas tent set up on Hollywood Boulevard. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, mustâve felt the way your body tensed as you sat beside him, because his hand tightened on your bare thigh.Â
Bucky wasnât looking at youâheâd caught sight of his oldest friend, and the corners of his mouth were flickering in the way they did when he was trying to repress a grinâbut you could feel his own excitement in the way his fingers dug into your soft flesh. You had a feeling you werenât the only one thinking about the plans you, Bucky and Steve had for that evening.
But then your boyfriendâs touch was gone and Bucky was standing to greet his oldest friend with a tight hug. There were even a few enthusiastic back pats thrown into the mix. It was clear the men were happy to see each other.
You watched the interaction, fascinated. In all the time that youâd been dating Bucky, you hadnât met his childhood friend, nor had you seen them interact, and you couldnât help but notice the way he relaxed in Steveâs presence. Buckyâs shoulders loosened and his smile was easier. Normally, heâd be tense in a crowd surrounded by photographers, and look to you for comfortâand you were always happy to give it.Â
But it seemed you werenât the only person who could have a calming effect on Bucky, and it made you smile to see him catch up with Steve, a sense of happiness settling into your heart as you watched your boyfriend talk to his best friend. There was an easiness to their interaction that spoke to their decades of friendship, and instead of feeling put out that Bucky hadnât introduced you yet, you understood he needed a moment with Steve.Â
It had been months since theyâd last seen each other, and theyâd only been reunited for the Walk of Fame ceremony you were attending with Bucky, where a director he and his best friend had both worked with was receiving a star. The director had discovered Steve and Bucky when they were younger, giving them their first roles that eventually led to their careers in Hollywood.Â
âIs this your girl?â Steve asked, his friendly voice pitched a little louder so you could hear it over the crowd of people all crammed beneath the tent. You looked up and found Steveâs face tilted down toward you, his attention making you feel warm all over. There was a playful, devastatingly handsome tilt to his mouth as he asked, âThe future Mrs. Barnes?â
Steve held out both of his hands to you and you tipped your head back with a laugh as you slipped your fingers into his palms. He helped you to stand, his hands smoothing up your arms to your elbows, then pulled you into his orbit as he leaned in to brush kisses to both of your cheeks.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Steve,â you murmured in between skimming your lips over his whiskered cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his beard against your soft skin.
Since you were so close, Steveâs warm, woodsy scent washed over you. Somehow, it went straight to your head and your core, making you sway a little on your heels as a warmth bloomed deep in your belly. You had to repress a shiver and hold yourself back from burying your face in Steveâs neck to inhale more of his delicious smell as you leaned back from your greeting.
âThe pap photos donât do you justice, sweetheart, youâre much more gorgeous in person,â Steve rumbled, his hands giving your arms a light squeeze before he stepped back to a more polite distance.
You felt bereft without Steveâs touch, and you reached instinctively for Buckyâs hand. Your boyfriend slid in next to you, catching your fingers in one of his hands while the other settled against your lower back. His familiar cologne filled your senses and you smiled up at him, feeling steadier as you leaned into Bucky. In your chest, your heart was racing, and you tried to make sense of the riot of emotions in your belly.Â
Thankfully, Steveâs comment about paparazzi got the men talking about their least favorite aspect of working in Hollywood and you could take a moment to collect yourself.
As you did, you took the opportunity to look at Steve properly.Â
Of course, youâd seen him in movies, and in plenty of photos on social media. Youâd even seen him in some pictures of the two friends that Bucky had hanging in the brownstone you shared together in Brooklyn. But it was a different thing entirely to see your boyfriendâs Hollywood heartthrob best friend in person.
Steve had made a name for himself in the business as the golden boy action hero, leading a franchise that had grossed over $2 billion with just three movies. In his mid-30s, he had his pick of any blockbuster movie role in town, and he had the looks and the talent to make whatever film he chose a success.
Your eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, raked down Steveâs body, and it struck you how much he looked like the epitome of an action hero with his broad shoulders and trim waist. His biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved button-up and his thighs filled out his slacks nicely.
Trailing your eyes back up to his handsome face, you noted that Steveâs beard was well-groomed and his watch looked expensive despite its simplicity. But he managed to look much more down-to-earth with his navy blue cap and sunglasses than most of the overly shiny men in Hollywood.Â
It almost made you smile how you could immediately spot so many differences between Steve and Bucky, but, at the same time, so many similarities, too.Â
Although they were both actors, their career trajectories had gone in completely different directions. While Steve had become an action star, Bucky had made a name for himself in indie movies and prestige dramas. Also in his mid-30s, Bucky had a few major awards under his belt, and he was often flying around the world to promote his movies at film festivals like Cannes.Â
But, like Steve, heâd opted for a more down-to-earth look for the Walk of Fame ceremony, choosing a patterned button-up tucked into simple slacks. He looked a bit more polished, in your opinion, and just as handsome as his best friend. Though he didnât have the same broad build as Steve, he still looked strong and fitâand his ass filled out his slacks very nicely, which youâd told him before the two of you had left your hotel suite that morning.Â
âItâs a shame it took something like this to finally get you both out here to LA at the same time,â Steve said, getting your attention.Â
He shifted closer to your side opposite Bucky, making you feel almost caged in between their two broad chests. To your surprise, though, you didnât mind. You felt more comfortable between them, and you wondered what it would feel like to be pressed between their broad bodies without any clothes in the wayâŚ
âIâve been dying to meet your girl,â Steve went on, his voice dropping low so only you and your boyfriend could hear. His fingers skimmed up the back of your arm and across the bare skin of your shoulders, making you tremble lightly. Steveâs eyes danced across your face and he smirked as he said, âAnd I canât wait to get to know you intimately later tonight, sweetheart.â
You visibly shuddered at Steveâs suggestive words, your mind jumping immediately to the plans the three of you had for that evening. They entailed the hotel suite Bucky had booked for the evening, and the three of you alone together, completely naked. Touching, kissing, and more.
The plans were a result of conversations youâd had with your boyfriend. Bucky had told you early on in your relationship that he had a fantasy about sharing his girl with his best friend, and youâd liked the idea far more than youâd expected. However, it had been difficult to make happen, given his and Steveâs busy movie star schedules. So, despite it being the same day you were meeting Steve, that night might be the only time in a long time that it could happen.
But something about the energy between the three of you in that warm tent made you think that even if the plan wasnât already for you, Bucky and Steve to end up in bed together that night, it wouldâve happened anyway. You couldnât put your finger on why you thought so, but it had quite a bit to do with the hungry looks they were shooting your wayâand exchanging with each other.
âDonât get her all riled up yet, Stevie,â Bucky chided his best friend lightly, but when he cut his eyes to you behind his sunglasses, you could see a mischievous glimmer in their depths. âYou keep whispering in her ear like that, and sheâs gonna end up leaving a mess on her chair.â
Biting back a gasp, you squirmed against Buckyâs side, your embarrassment at his comment fanning the flames of your arousal. Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and wrapped his arm around your back, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you still, though that only made you want to writhe against him some more.
Steveâs eyebrows winged upward at Buckyâs comment, and you could tell from the slight shifting of his head that he was looking back and forth between your faces, a small smirk on his lips. âIs that so?â he asked, the slight edge of a challenge in his tone.Â
Bucky knew your body wellâhe knew what turned you on and just how wet he could make you with his words and voice alone. Youâd long since learned that your boyfriend got a great deal of enjoyment out of teasing you and working you up until you were begging for him. He loved seeing just how wet and sloppy he could make you, pushing you both until you were ravenous for each other.Â
So it didnât surprise you that Bucky shot his best friend a cocky grin and drawled, âOh Stevie, youâd be surprised at just how messy my girl can get.âÂ
Heat flushed fast and fierce through your body and you whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend. It was on the tip of your tongue to demand he and Steve take you back to your hotel, but at that moment, the event organizers began telling everyone to take their seats.Â
You were frustrated and thankful for the interruption as you took your seat between Bucky and Steve. Although the ceremony beginning meant there was no way you could convince Bucky to leave early, at least it meant your boyfriend and his best friend couldnât continue to torture you.
At least, thatâs what you naively believed. Until not one, but two hands slipped onto your bare thighs.Â
âYou donât mind, do ya, Buck?â Steve asked cheerfully across you, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that nearly had you whimpering. He wore a shameless grin as he sat forward, looking at your boyfriend while touching you.
Your thoughts had scattered, and it didnât even occur to you how inappropriate it was for Steve to put his hand on your thigh right in front of your boyfriend. In the deepest reaches of your heart, it just felt right for both Bucky and Steve to have their hands on you. And instead of being surprised by Steveâs boldness, you just felt desperate for one of them to move their hand higher, to stroke their fingers over the spot where you needed them most.Â
âNot at all, Stevie,â Bucky replied easily, his tone almost nonchalant as he dragged his gaze up from Steveâs hand to his best friendâs face. âYou go right ahead,â he said, shifting in his chair, moving closer to you as he began stroking his thumb against your other leg, matching Steveâs rhythm so perfectly, it was maddening.
If you didnât know Bucky so well, you wouldnât have been able to detect the undercurrent of desire in his tone, or the way he was shifting in his seat to hide the slight bulge in the front of his slacks. Your whole body clenched tight with the reminder that you werenât the only one excited by the knowledge that you would be bringing Steve into your bed that evening.Â
Bucky clearly got off on seeing his best friendâs hand on your thigh and you relaxed a little. Your boyfriendâs desire calmed the anxiety you didnât know you hadâanxiety that you were the only one excited for moreâleaving only arousal simmering deliciously in your belly.
As if somehow sensing your thoughts, Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear.
âHowâs it feel, baby?â Bucky purred, his voice as warm as the summer sun shining on the crowded tent. âHaving my best friendâs hand on your thigh, his fingers so close to your sweet, needy cunt?âÂ
Buckyâs fingers slid slowly up your thigh, curling beneath the hem of your dress, teasing closer to the heat nestled between your thighs. He was so close to touching you where you needed him most, that you had to bite back a whimper before even beginning to think about answering.Â
Your boyfriendâs fingers dug into your soft flesh, urging you to respond, but all you could manage was one word.
âBucky.â His name was the softest whine lilting from your lips, carried on the gentle California breeze. Your fingers were clinging to the edges of your seat and you squirmed restlessly, already feeling wetness gathering between your legs and soaking into the thin fabric of your panties.Â
âHush, sweetheart,â came Steveâs voice, rich and deep in your other ear. âYou keep squirming and whining like that, and you might draw attention to yourself.â His fingers slipped beneath your dress, slotting in between Buckyâs as both men gripped your thighs, groping you unabashedly despite the crowd that surrounded the three of you. âAnd we wouldnât want that, now would we?â
Buckyâs chuckle ghosted past the sensitive skin of your neck and your shoulders trembled with the effort it took to stop yourself from writhing on your chair. Pressing your lips together, you bit back the desperate mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, heeding Steveâs warning and suppressing the urge to beg them to touch you, crowd be damned.
Steve was right, after all. You were in a crowded tent, waiting for the Walk of Fame ceremony to begin, surrounded by your boyfriendâs friends and colleaguesâand there were cameras everywhere. You may have felt surrounded well enough by the broad shoulders of your boyfriend and his best friend sitting on either side of you, but it was a false sense of privacy.
You knew you needed to sit up straight and smile blandly, and pretend like Bucky and Steveâs hands werenât slowly inching closer to the juncture of your thighs. You needed to play the part of Buckyâs devoted girlfriend, and normally it wouldnât be too difficult. Your boyfriend didnât usually play this game in public, since he knew you were one photograph away from winding up on the home page of TMZ with a headline calling you Bucky Barnesâ whore or something equally degrading.Â
But there was something about Steve being there that was making your boyfriend act a little reckless. And, despite Steve being the one to warn you about the situation you were in, you knew he was the foolhardy one. You could feel his energy urging Bucky on, and your boyfriend seemed all too happy to match his best friendâs energy.Â
âDidnât you know, Stevie,â Bucky began, his voice quiet but easygoing, as if he was talking to his best friend about something as banal as the weather or their new movies. âMy girlâs a needy little slut, and she canât help acting like it.âÂ
Your teeth sank into your lower lip a mere second before the tips of Buckyâs fingers brushed so, so gently against the soaking wet fabric of your panties. A strangled moan caught in your throat and you tried to squirm in your seat, but Bucky and Steveâs hands clamped down hard on your thighs, holding you still.
âJust look at the way sheâs spreading her legs for us,â Bucky went on, a new warmth in his tone, like he was wholly enjoying the way you were getting worked up. âShe doesnât even know sheâs doing it.â Buckyâs face tilted toward you, and you could feel his gaze like a warm caress against your cheek as he asked, in a patronizingly sweet voice, âDo you, baby?â
Despite the chatter of the crowd around you, the sharp breath you inhaled at Buckyâs question was loud in your ears. You dragged your gaze away from your boyfriendâs face and looked down to see your thighs had spread open on your chair, much wider than was appropriate for the public ceremony, without you even noticing.
Your first instinct was to snap your legs closed, and somehow, both men seemed to anticipate it. Bucky and Steve moved simultaneously, almost as if theyâd planned it, shoving their hands under your dress to be trapped between your plush thighs. Their fingertips were so close to your pulsing heat, but not quite touching it.Â
Your legs clenched tight together around their warm hands, trying to force them to touch you, but it was no use. They were trapped, and so were you, unable to spread your legs and beg them for more while you were sitting in the crowded tent on Hollywood Boulevard.
If Bucky and Steve minded that their fingers were tangled together between your thighs, they didnât show it. Both men were grinning at each other, their bodies bracketing either side of yours, heads ducked together as if the three of you were simply having a private conversation.Â
But thatâs not what was happening. Your body was a riot of sensation, of desperate, burning need. Fisting your hands in your lap, you curled in on yourself and shuddered, biting your bottom lip hard against a moan of pleasure and frustration.Â
It felt so good to have their hands on you, but you wanted them to touch you for real. You wanted them to push your panties to the side and stroke your clit before plunging their fingers into your dripping hole. But they couldnât. And more than that, you knew they wouldnât. Not while the three of you were in public and surrounded by people.
Buckyâs hand settled over your curled fists, his strong fingers easing the tension from your hands until he could slip his palm into both of yours. âSit up, baby, the ceremonyâs finally starting,â Bucky murmured in your ear, not unkindly.Â
His other hand flexed gently on your thigh, making you wheeze and tremble as you straightened, but your boyfriend only chuckled under his breath when you shot him a little glare. He ducked close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, mollifying you for the moment.
Your fingers tangled with Buckyâs on your lap as you sat up and pushed your shoulders back, fixing a polite smile on your face. You did your best to ignore the fact that both your boyfriend and his best friendâs hands were tucked between your thighs beneath your dress, making a valiant effort to pretend as if nothing was amiss.Â
It helped that you had something to hold onto, your fingers twining idly with Buckyâs. You hadnât realized you were fidgeting a bit too much until you felt another hand land gently on your forearm, and you followed it up to look at Steve. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand squeezing your arm lightly, and you settled further.Â
While the emcee of the ceremony took the small stage and began to introduce the director being honored, you managed to relax. You focused on the speech being given, and worked to remain quiet, despite the still burning heat in your blood.
You thought, once the ceremony began, the boys would behave themselves, but you were wrong.
Bucky and Steve seemed to work in synchrony, taking turns whispering filthy things into your ear that refused to let you forget you had their hands trapped between your thighs, your body aching for them to touch you.
Sometimes theyâd tease you with the predicament you found yourself in, and other times theyâd make promises that they intended to fulfill once the three of you were alone.
They were equally merciless, their words getting dirtier and dirtier as the ceremony went on, and your core throbbed unrelentingly, the evidence of your drawn-out arousal dripping into your panties and smearing on the plastic seat of the chair.Â
It became increasingly apparent that Buckyâs playful warning would come trueâyou were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stood up. But no matter how you tried to rein in your desire, Bucky and Steve were determined to keep you on edge with their words and their touch alone. It was all you could do to try to portray the image of a respectful Hollywood girlfriend, and not the wanton slut all three of you knew you to be.Â
Finally, the ceremony wrapped up and all around you, people began to stand and chatter again as photographers hired for the event escorted some to have their pictures taken with the director being honored.Â
The reality that youâd have to stand up on legs that felt like butter melted in the summer sun hit you all at once, and you grabbed Buckyâs hand before he could stand up. You gave him a desperate, pleading look, unable to find the words to ask for help.Â
But your boyfriend mustâve felt the way your leg trembled beneath his other hand, because he seemed to understand your plight. He glanced around before removing his hand from under your dress, Steve following his lead and doing the same.Â
Both men had turned their bodies toward you, caging you in and protecting you from the eyes of the crowd and the paparazzi. Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around your waist while Steve braced your arm under his, and they both helped you to stand.Â
It took a moment, and you swayed between their broad bodies, their scents swirling around you and making you want to sink into both of them. But after a moment, you managed to get your legs to work and hold you up with minimal help from your boyfriend and his best friend.
Once you were steady, you watched the boys exchange a look and then, in tandem, they looked over your shoulder and down at the seat where youâd just been sitting. You, however, didnât need to look to know what theyâd see, and your cheeks flamed with red-hot embarrassment, even as your core throbbed in arousal.Â
Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Bucky chuckled, and you knewâthere was a wet spot on your chair. You tried to bury your face in Buckyâs chest, but he tutted at you quietly and gripped your chin to turn your face to Steve.Â
Your boyfriendâs best friend had waited until he had your attention, then he shot you a wicked grin before ducking down and wiping his fingers through the mess youâd left behind on the seat, cleaning up most of it. As he stood back up, he popped his fingers into his mouth.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you watched Steve lick your arousal from his fingers, his soft groans reaching your ears over the noise of the crowd.Â
âMm, you taste just as sweet as I hoped,â Steve murmured, crowding into you with a delicious smirk curling his mouth. Leaning in, his beard brushed gently against your cheek, making you shudder. âYou really are just as much of a slut as Bucky said, huh?âÂ
You tried to bite back a whimper, but the soft sound of desperation slipped free from your lips. âYes,â you mewled, meeting Steveâs gaze through both your sunglasses, feeling his hunger sear you to the bone while Buckyâs hands held you steady.Â
âCanât wait to bury my mouth in your cunt later, sweetheart,â Steve rumbled, nuzzling the side of your face lightly. You could smell yourself on his breath, and it made you tremble harder in Buckyâs arms. âGonna make you scream for being such a good girl and putting up with me and Buckyâs teasing.â
Your eyes were wide behind your sunglasses, your breathing shallow, and you couldnât stop shaking with desire. You felt like you might explode right there on Hollywood Boulevard, and Bucky seemed to sense that youâd been pushed to your limit.Â
âAlright, Stevie, thatâs enough,â Bucky said as he tucked you in beneath his arm. His tone held an undercurrent of finality, and Steve backed off, nodding as he gave your elbow an apologetic squeeze.
Then Buckyâs fingers were gently nudging your chin to lift so he could look at your face and check on you. Even through his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze roving over your face and you smiled softly to let him know you were ok. Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
âYou were a very good girl, baby,â he praised in a soft rumble, swiping his thumb just beneath your bottom lip, cleaning away some of your lipgloss. âIâm so proud of you.â He brushed another kiss to your forehead and let your head fall against his shoulder, taking a moment amidst the chaos of the post-ceremony rush to hold you.
You snuggled into your boyfriend despite the warm summer heat in the tent, enjoying the comfort of his familiar scent and letting it relax you. You knew you still had a few hours before Bucky and Steve would take you back to the hotel suite your boyfriend had booked for the night, and you took the opportunity to let the desire in your body cool just a bit.
Too soon, a photographer was calling for Bucky and Steve and they left you to take photos with the director. You waited for them, long having gotten used to watching Bucky get his picture taken.Â
As you watched Bucky and Steve laugh together, throwing their arms around each other, you were struck again by how much at ease your boyfriend was with his best friend. Part of the reason heâd chosen to get a place in Brooklyn was that he said he always felt awkward at Hollywood events, and youâd squeezed his hand in comfort enough times to know that to be the truth.
But with Steve at his side, Bucky looked just as relaxed as if the three of you were hanging out alone, throwing his head back as his best friend made some kind of joke just for him.Â
It occurred to you that perhaps you should feel jealous. After all, you took great pride in being one of the few people who could make Bucky feel comfortable and relaxed. But instead you just felt happyâyou were glad Bucky had someone else in his life who made him feel at ease.
When the pictures were finally done, Bucky cut through the crowd to wind an arm around your waist, tugging you against his body and dropping his mouth to yours for a quick kiss.
âReady to get out of here, baby?â he murmured, a delicious smirk on his handsome face. You nodded eagerly as Steve slid in next to Bucky, joining the two of you and making a circle of three. You smiled at Steve, who gave you a devastating grin in return.
The hours after the ceremony went by in a blur. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself, burning need simmered low in your belly, ensuring your body never properly settled, even through the early dinner you shared with Bucky, Steve and some of their close Hollywood friends.Â
Your pulse seemed to beat in time with the watch on Steveâs wrist, your body instinctively counting down the seconds until your boyfriend and his best friend would take you back to the hotel and fulfill their promises of sharing you. You had to keep your thoughts on other things, lest you leave another wet spot on your seat, while you smiled and chatted through dinner.
The elevator in the hotel felt too cramped for the three of you, and you clung desperately to Buckyâs hand, your fingers twisted so tightly around his, you wouldâve worried about cutting off his circulation if you could think of anything else but the throbbing heat between your thighs. Steve snagged your other hand, holding it tightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze that you felt in your core.
The door to the hotel suite had barely closed when Steve pounced on you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat as he backed you up into Buckyâs chest, his lips descending on yours as he took possession of your mouth like you were his to devour. You let out a small squeak of surprise before surrendering to Steveâs plundering mouth, sinking into the need and desire of his tongue as it stroked against yours.
Buckyâs hands circled your upper arms, holding you pinned between the two menâs firm bodies while Steve ravaged your mouth. Unable to stop himself, Bucky dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing the fluttering spot over your thrumming pulse point and nuzzling your soft skin with his whiskered jaw until you were shivering with need.
Then Steve was dropping to his knees, right there in the entryway of the suite, muttering something about needing to taste your cunt straight from the source. If it wasnât for Bucky holding you steady, your knees wouldâve given out at the sight of the golden boy action hero staring at the juncture of your thighs with such determination, it sent a quiver of anticipation down your spine.
Steve moved quickly, pushing your dress up past your thighs and ripping your panties down your legs, tossing them away. He crawled closer, throwing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, groaning loudly against your slick folds.
Bucky held you propped up against his chest, his hands holding your dress up so the both of you could stare down your body and watch Steve feast on you like a starving man. While his best friend ate you out, Bucky pressed kisses and little love bites into your neck, murmuring soft praises in your ear.
Your boyfriend told you what a good girl you were, behaving so well for him and his best friend while Steveâs tongue buried deep into your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit until you came with a scream. Your spine arched, and you twined a hand in Steveâs soft blond hair while your other clung to Buckyâs arm, holding onto both of them as you shattered apart on Steveâs tongue.
After that preamble in the suiteâs entryway, it wasnât long before you were bouncing on Steveâs cock, another orgasm quickly building in your core.Â
The boys had divested you of your remaining clothing and shed theirs in a flurry of hands skimming over naked skin and low, appreciative groans. You hadnât been able to stop touching either of them, your fingers raking over hardened muscle and nails digging into golden skin. You felt drunk and gluttonous on the ability to finally touch them, really touch them, in the true privacy of the hotel suite.
As you fucked yourself on Steveâs perfect cock, your hands never seemed to stop moving, fingers digging into his pecs, his abs, trailing up the sides of his ribs until he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His face was a little flushed, rosy pink spots in his cheeks, and his mouth flattened into a determined line. Steve was just as beautiful undone beneath you as heâd been when youâd first seen him in person on Hollywood Boulevard.
âFuckâfuck, sweetheart, your cuntâs squeezing me so fucking tight,â Steve huffed, his hips working up between your thighs, impaling you on his thick cock. âFuck, âm gonna blow in your pretty pussy in no time if you keepâŚâÂ
He trailed off as the tip of his dick hit a spot inside you that made your whole pussy clench down on his hard, heavy length. Steve threw his head back with a growly groan, his fingers digging so hard into your soft hips, you suspected heâd leave bruises behind.
Not that you minded in the least.Â
It felt too good, Steveâs thick, hard length pounding into you from below, bouncing you on his cock so your tits heaved and you wanted to pinch your nipples, but you were too eager to keep touching your boyfriendâs best friend to tear your hands away.Â
Your gaze trailed away from Steve, finding Bucky sitting back on his knees beside you and his best friend, a satisfied smirk on his perfect mouth while he pumped his own cock lazily in his fist. His glimmering blue eyes were focused on the place where you were impaled on Steveâs cock, but when you whined desperately, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.
âYa having fun, baby?â Bucky asked, humor in his tone as he ignored the pleading look in your eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and your mouth watered with the desire to flick your tongue over his cock head and lap it up. But then you remembered heâd asked you a question.
âYes, yes, but I need more,â you rasped, your voice husky with arousal, stuttering out of you as Steve kept pounding you from below. You arched your spine, sticking out your tits and putting them on display for the men while your fingers dug into Steveâs abs, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint,
âGreedy girl,â Bucky said, chuckling good-naturedly as he shifted closer on his knees. You angled your body toward him and he took one of your breasts in his free hand, kneading it with dextrous fingers while his mouth descended on the other. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and laved his tongue over it, still stroking his cock.
If Steve cared that Buckyâs cock was close to leaking all over his arm and ribs, he didnât say. Instead, the blond manâs eyes glittered with desire as he watched your boyfriend play with your tits.
âChrist, Buck, you get to fuck this pussy every day?â Steve huffed, awe and a little bit of jealousy in his ragged voice.Â
Buckyâs low laugh ghosted over your dewy skin. He gave your nipple one last affectionate suckle before pulling his mouth away, his other hand trailing down your body and between your thighs. Your boyfriend teased a fingertip around your clit, making your body jerk, a whine slipping from your lips that only made him laugh again.
âStevie,â Bucky began, light admonishment in his tone. He rubbed your clit, making you wail in pleasure as your body clenched down hard around Steveâs cock, pulling a loud grunt from the man between your thighs. âI fuck this pussy multiple times a day. You know how she feels now, wouldnât you fuck her every chance you got?â
âYesâfucking christ, yes,â Steve groaned, his chest heaving, hips rising up from the bed as he fucked you harder, chasing his release.Â
His wild blue eyes caught yours, Steveâs expression fixed into one of tenacity that made your pussy flutter.Â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, nearing the point of pain as he pulled you down onto his stiff length. âCome on my cockâlet me feel you before I blow my load in your cunt, please.â
You didnât know if it was Steveâs âpleaseâ or his cock buried deep in your pussy or Buckyâs fingers on your clitâthough you suspected it was a combination of all threeâbut the pleasure coiling tight in your core snapped. Electric currents of ecstasy flashed through your body as you came. Tossing your head back, you screamed your release to the heavens, your hips working of their own accord, grinding your pulsing cunt mercilessly on Steveâs cock.
Your boyfriendâs best friend was right behind you, coming with a rough shout, the tendons of his neck straining with his head thrown back on the bed. His fingers dug so deep into your plush hips, you couldâve sworn they reached down to the bone as he pulled you flush against his abdomen.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock twitch and the pulsing warmth of his come as it flooded your pussy. The sensation dragged another fluttering wave from your cunt, and you writhed against Steve, both of you eking out as much pleasure from each other as possible.Â
Buckyâs fingers didnât relent on your clit until you whined at the overstimulation, your upper body swaying almost drunkenly. Your head felt like it was filled with puffy clouds of pleasure as you slowly came down from the peak of your release, enjoying the way your body buzzed and your pussy fluttered around Steveâs softening cock.
âYou did so good, baby,â Bucky murmured into your cheek before kissing your temple tenderly.Â
A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as your eyes slid closed and you slumped against your boyfriendâs broad chest. You pressed your face into his sternum, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.Â
For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that. Buckyâs hand trailed comfortingly up and down your spine, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your face, while Steveâs big hands massaged your hips to ease some of the sting from his brutal grip. You were still going to bruise, but you didnât mind having his marks on you.
Unsurprisingly, their hands touching you, no matter how gentle and soft they were being, had an effect on you, and it wasnât long before desire rekindled in your core. Your hips squirmed restlessly, feeling Steveâs cock slip from your pussy, his release dripping out of you and making a mess of both your bodies.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, fingers trailing down his chest and taking his hard length in your hand. Your boyfriendâs cock jumped excitedly against your palm, the tip leaking precum that you desperately wanted to taste. Siting up, you looked up at your boyfriend from under your lashes, the corner of your mouth curling in a smirk. âDâyou want my mouth or my pussy?â
A pained sounding groan came from Steve, drawing both your and Buckyâs attention. The blond man had thrown an arm over his eyes, looking exhausted, even with the smile playing around the edges of his mouth.
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â Steve muttered, but you could feel his cock twitching beneath your messy cunt, trying to harden again already.
Bucky laughed huskily, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck before he pulled you to him for a consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth and you wondered distantly if he could taste Steveâs kiss on your lips, but then he groaned into you and all thoughts scattered from your mind.
When your boyfriend finally pulled away, you were breathless with anticipation, your wetness dripping from your pussy to coat Steveâs already slick cock.Â
âYouâre gonna clean up the mess you left all over Stevieâs cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled, his hand cupped beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. âWhile I pump your pretty pussy full of another load of come. Dâyou want that?â
You smiled and nodded eagerly, not even needing to think about it. âYes, please!â
Both men chuckled at your enthusiastic response as they began shifting on the bed, rearranging themselves to make Buckyâs words come true.Â
Steve dragged his half-hard cock from between your messy folds, making you whimper at the loss of him as the cold hotel air rushed in against your throbbing core. The blond man smirked a little smugly, ducking forward and capturing your lips in an apologetic kiss.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he rumbled when he pulled away, laughter in his tone. âYouâll have my cock again before tonightâs over.â He dropped one, last smacking kiss to your lips before shifting up the bed. He flopped down in the mound of pillows with a contented sigh and spread his thick, golden thighs for you to crawl between.Â
You bent forward onto your hands and knees and slid up the bed to settle between Steveâs legs, your fingers playing with the golden hair covering the taut muscles of his thighs as you pressed your face to his hip, leaving a lingering kiss against his skin.Â
You felt Bucky moving into position behind you, and you smiled against Steveâs abdomen when your boyfriendâs hands grabbed your hips. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you kissed closer to Steveâs cock.
Bucky adjusted your body until your ass lined up with his lap. His cock pressed between your closed thighs, sliding through the slickness of your and his best friendâs releases to coat his hard length, and you moaned into the thick thatch of hair at the base of Steveâs cock.Â
Turning your head to the side, you lowered your shoulders so your boyfriend could see you nuzzling his best friendâs hardening dick, which was still soaking wet with a mixture of his come and yours. The scent of your release mixing with Steveâs while Bucky teased you from behind was a heady thing and your hips swayed from side to side, your pussy aching desperately to be filled again.
âReady for me, baby?â Bucky teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He dragged the head of his cock through your dripping slit, making you whine and try to push back onto his stiff length.Â
Cutting your eyes over your shoulder, you gave your boyfriend a pleading look. âPlease, Bucky, just fuck me,â you mewled, arching your back and spreading your thighs as much as you could, presenting your pussy to your boyfriend the way you knew he liked.Â
You could tell by the way Buckyâs blue eyes darkened and dropped to the cleft of your ass that he liked what he saw. His big hands groped your thighs, then your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and grinning as he ran his thumbs along the seam of your pussy, pulling you open for him.Â
âWell, since you begged so prettyâŚâ He trailed off as he lined himself up with your hole, and then he was shoving the full length of his cock deep in your cunt.
You cried out in pleasure as Bucky speared into your sensitive hole, your face pressing against Steveâs cock, which jumped in response as if begging for your attention.Â
Looking up Steveâs muscular form, you found him propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm angled behind his head. His bicep bulged in a way that made your mouth water, wanting to trace the veins of his arm. Instead, you put your tongue to use on his cock, dragging the flat of it up the entire length and humming a satisfied sound as the taste of your combined releases filled your mouth.
âChrist, sweetheart,â Steve groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed, pushing his hardening length against your kiss-swollen lips as if begging for more.
You acquiesced to his bodyâs wordless plea, taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the head, wringing a grunt from Steve. His hand fell gently to the crown of your head, petting you affectionately as you worked his cock deep into your mouth, your lips forming a seal as you sucked him to full hardness.
âOh f-fuck,â Steve moaned, a slight tremor working through his thick thighs on either side of your body. His fingers flexed against your head, but he didnât push you away or pull you closer. âJesus, Buck, you didnât mention your girlâs mouth felt like fucking heaven,â he ground out through a clenched jaw, his eyes flicking to your boyfriend over your shoulder.
Bucky chuckled, fucking you in slow, lazy strokes, seemingly content to watch you suck off his best friend.Â
You knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time to give Steve the chance to recover so the two of them could take you at the same time. When you and Bucky had first discussed details about inviting Steve to join you for the night, youâd admitted that youâd fantasized about being spit-roasted, and you knew your wonderful boyfriend was making sure it happened before he took his own pleasure.
Bucky groped your ass tenderly, bringing you back to the moment as he laughed at Steveâs comment.Â
âSome things you just gotta figure out for yourself, Stevie,â came your boyfriendâs snarky reply, but his voice was low and gruff.Â
You could hear just how much your boyfriend was affected and you smirked around Steveâs cock, refocusing on your task so the two of them could fuck you properly and Bucky could come.Â
âJust wait till you feel her ass,â Bucky went on, surprising you by rubbing his thumb teasingly over your tight rosebud. âMy girlâs tightest hole will have ya seeing stars.âÂ
You hummed a pleased sound at Buckyâs praise, wringing a grunt from Steve as the vibrations travelled down his cock, and pushed your ass back against the tip of your boyfriendâs thumb. He chuckled, pressing past the ring of muscle in your ass and making your entire body melt when all three of your holes were filled.
Your throat relaxed enough that Steveâs cock slid into it, and you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter up off the bed again at the squeeze of your muscles. It seemed to take him effort to settle back onto the mattress, his hand flexing furiously against your head.
âF-fuck, sweetheart,â he groaned, while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Spit and drool coated the length of him, slipping past your lips and down your chin, making a new mess on his cock. âYouâre gonna suck out my fucking soul if ya keep doing that.âÂ
You huffed a laugh before taking Steve to the root and looking up at him from under your lashes. His blue eyes were glittering with desire, but there was something else in his gaze, too. Something deeper that you couldnât quite name, but made your heart pound a little bit harder.
Looking away from his searing gaze, you refocused on sucking Steveâs cock and reveling in the feeling of Buckyâs dick in your pussy while his thumb stayed buried in your ass.
The three of you lapsed into silence, save for the grunts and groans from Steve, and the rumbling growls from Bucky as he kept his self-control on a tightly held leash and fucked you in firm, steady strokes. Your own sounds were muffled by Steveâs cock, but the soft, wet noises added to the small cacophony of pleasure filling your ears.
Finally, when Steveâs cock was twitching and so slick with your spit that he was sliding easily into your throat, he used his hand on your head to gently pull you off him. When you glanced up at him, though, he wasnât looking at you. Craning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Bucky give his best friend a nod and you realized he mustâve shared your fantasy with Steve.
The realization didnât bother you, and you paused. It should bother you that your boyfriend shared something so intimate about you with his best friend, shouldnât it? But you found you didnât mind, because you liked Steve. Not only did you like him, you trusted him.Â
If youâd been able to think about it more, you mightâve realized that what you were beginning to feel for Steve was deeper than like and trust, but your boyfriendâs best friend was moving, dragging your attention back to the moment and the heat building steadily in your core.
Steve ducked forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss, tasting himself on your lips before he shifted up onto his knees, moving closer to you to line up the tip of his cock with your mouth. With one fist wrapped around the base of his length, Steve ran the tip along your pouting lower lip, leaving a trail of precum that you eagerly licked up.
âEager little cum slut, arenât you, sweetheart?â Steve rumbled with a low chuckle. He barely gave you time to grin and nod before he was pushing his cock between your lips like he was too impatient to wait for your answer when your hot mouth was so close to his hard length. âThatâs it, take my cockâIâll fill your slutty tummy with all the come in my balls.â
When he was buried in your throat, you moaned as loudly as you could manage, a shiver racing down your spine as you basked in the feeling of being filled from both ends. Buckyâs thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his thumb still filling your ass, and Steveâs dick was pressed so deep in your throat, you could only breathe through your nose.
âCareful, Stevie,â Bucky warned, but there was more warmth than menace in his tone. âIf you keep spoiling my girl, you might have to join us more often.â He pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before snapping them forward more forcefully against your ass. The sharp smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh met your ears and you moaned again.
âJesus, Buck,â Steve groaned, his cock twitching in your throat as he grabbed the sides of your head and began to pump shallowly into your mouth. âI might finally move back to Brooklyn if you promise I can fuck your girl with you on the regular.â He bit back a moan, gritting his teeth as he fucked your mouth faster, matching Buckyâs pace. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of burying my dick in one of your girlâs tight holes.â
You purred in pleasure at Steveâs praise, the corners of your mouth curling into a faint smile as he spread your lips to bury his cock in your throat. Your boyfriendâs best friend grunted in pleasure and he shoved harder into your mouth, pushing your nose against his abdomen until you were fully pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks.Â
It was heaven, your mind floating with ecstasy as you gave yourself over to sensation. The slick drag of Buckyâs cock in your cunt, fucking Steveâs come deeper into you as he pounded your hole while he used his thumb in your ass to pull you back onto his hard length. Steveâs cock was thick and throbbing and delicious on your tongue, your lips closing around him to suck on his hardness as much as you could.
âShoulda known the only way to get you back to Brooklyn was luring you with my girlâs pussy,â Bucky grunted, laughter in his voice. His hips slapped roughly against your ass, his free hand kneading your soft flesh and making you moan around Steveâs cock. âYou can stay with us while you look for a place,â he offered, his tone snarky despite his obvious arousal.Â
Pleasure swirled through your body, filling your head with fog, and it took you a long moment to understand Buckyâs words. If it had been anyone else, you mightâve been annoyed at Bucky for offering to let someone stay with you both without asking you first, but because it was Steve, you didnât mind. In fact, the idea of Steve staying at the brownstone you and Bucky called home sounded perfectânot the least of which because it meant he and your boyfriend could fuck you whenever they wanted.
Your response to your boyfriendâs offer was delayed by the consuming pleasure they were giving you. So you moaned your delight belatedly at what the men were discussing, making them both chuckle.Â
Steve stroked his thumb over your hollowed cheek, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes while he kept fucking your throat.Â
âYou like the sound of that, sweetheart?â he asked, his tone patronizingly sweet. âAre you so much of a needy slut that you need two cocks to keep your cunt satisfied?â
Before you had a chance to nod or offer some other answer in the affirmative, Bucky huffed a laugh and spanked your ass lightly, the sound cracking through the hotel suiteâs bedroom.
âOh, sheâs definitely that much of a slut,â he rumbled, his tone thick with love and affection, making you purr again. âArenât you, baby?âÂ
Obediently, you nodded your head, bobbing your mouth on Steveâs cock in the process and pulling a grunt from him even as both men laughed at your response. The boys fell silent again as they focused on fucking you, but your boyfriend didnât seem able to stay quiet for long.
âIf you do stay with us, watch out, Stevieâmy girl loves sucking cock first thing in the morning.â
Your heart raced with excitement at the implication of Buckyâs words. It was one thing to be fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend in a random hotel room across the country from your home. It was another thing entirely for your boyfriend to let you wake up his best friend with a blow job.Â
You couldnât help but wonder if, in this hypothetical situation, Bucky was watching you suck Steveâs cock first thing in the morning. And, if so, was he in bed with his best friend⌠You began to suspect you and your boyfriend had a few things to talk about once he and his best friend were done fucking you.
âYou kidding me, Buck?â Steve rasped, pulling your attention back to the present. âWaking up and immediately draining my balls in your girlâs perfect mouth sounds like a fucking dream.âÂ
He groaned, fucking your mouth harder, his thumbs swiping away the few tears that were falling onto your cheeks. Your heart beat harder, loving the way Steve was with you, so rough and gentle at the same time. So much like how Bucky treated you.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, youâd always have the taste of my cock on your tongue if I had anything to say about it,â Steve cooed down at you, making you hum happily as pleasure swirled through you. Your lips curled, trying to smile as much as you could manage as you stared up at Steve.
âFucking hell, Stevie,â Bucky growled, sounding angry at his best friendâs words, but you could feel the way his cock twitched inside you.Â
Steve, though, wasnât afforded the knowledge of Buckyâs bodyâs reaction to the thought of your mouth always tasting like his best friendâs come and he laughed abashedly.Â
âSorry, Buck, âm sure you donât wanna be thinking about my cock while youâre kissing your girl.âÂ
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically silent for a long beat, and both men slowed their movements. Steveâs hips stuttered to a stop with your face pressed to his abdomen so you couldnât look up and see what was happening.Â
The men mustâve been exchanging a wordless look because you could feel the energy in the room changing. It was uncertain at first, then tentative, then all-consuming.
âFuck,â Steve wheezed, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he grabbed your head and held you still so he could pound into your mouth.
âFuck âer good, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, his command drenched in desire. âFill her mouth with your come, and coat her tongue in it.âÂ
Behind you, your boyfriendâs thrusts turned hard and rough, his thumb sliding free from your ass so he could grab your hips hard. His fingers dug into your plush curves hard enough, you knew he was going to give you a second set of bruises to match the ones Steve had left. Something about that felt perfectly right.
As for you, you were pinned so firmly between the two men, all you could do was suck Steveâs cock and moan at the ravenous pleasure burning through your body.Â
It wasnât long before Steveâs length twitched against your tongue and he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth. He groaned loudly a second before he erupted in your mouth, filling it with rope after rope of his come, just like Bucky had told him to.Â
It covered your tongue and slid down your throat, and you worked to swallow all of it while Steve furiously jacked off the rest of his stiff length, making sure he drained every drop from his balls.
As Steve came, Buckyâs hand curved around your hip and slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it hard just the way he knew you liked. In just a few seconds, Bucky had you shattering apart beneath him, your body trembling as you moaned around Steveâs softening cock, the vibrations making one last rope fall onto your tongue.
Your boyfriend mustâve been holding out for your release, because at the first clench of your cunt around his hard length, he was groaning. Buckyâs cock throbbed in your pussy and he buried himself to the root, filling you up with even more come and painting your cunt with his spend.Â
The three of you writhed together as you each drew out each otherâs orgasms. Your mouth popped off the end of Steveâs cock to suckle on his balls, making him shudder and let out the most tortured groan that was music to your ears. Bucky kept fucking you through the aftershocks of your release, ensuring every drop of his come was buried deep in your cunt.
Finally, when all three of you were exhausted and sated, you collapsed together on the soft hotel mattress. Buckyâs arm wrapped around your front and he hauled you up the bed to settle on your back against the pillows between him and Steve. Your legs were all tangled together and you couldnât help the blissed out, happy smile that spread across your face as you looked from one man to the other.
âThat was fucking amazing, sweetheart,â Steve murmured against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweat-slick skin.
Bucky chuckled but nodded his agreement, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. âYou were such a good girl, baby, you took both of us so well.â His fingers were dancing over your ribs, making you giggle and melt beneath their affectionate kisses and warm praise.
But something was niggling at you, a reminder of the moment Bucky and Steve had shared while theyâd been buried inside you. The words Bucky had growled to his best friend flitted through your mind and you cut your eyes to your boyfriend, before shifting your gaze to his best friend, wondering if either of them were going to bring them up.
The energy in the room wasnât awkward, but you could tell by the way they werenât looking at each other, and were only paying attention to you that neither of them was going to revisit what was said between them in the heat of the moment. Rolling your eyes to yourself and huffing a silent sigh, you reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him to you for a messy kiss.Â
He groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue and you could feel the corner of his mouth curl in a self-satisfied smile. But before the kiss could last too long, and too much of Steveâs taste could be washed from your tongue, you pulled away.
Turning to Bucky, you looked your boyfriend deep in the eye, a question in the slight raise of your brow. It took him a moment to understand what you were doing, but when he did, his gaze darkened with desire and his eyes dropped to your mouth.Â
Then Bucky was kissing youâno, devouring you. His tongue plunged into your mouth and stroked against yours like he was licking it clean. A deep, guttural groan shuddered through your boyfriend when he tasted his best friendâs come on your tongue, and you could feel his cock twitch against your hip.Â
Bucky kissed you until Steveâs taste was gone, and then he kissed you some more, his mouth worshipping yours in a way that stole your breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he gave you a long, loving look, before his eyes lifted to his best friend.Â
The men stared at each other for a long moment. You waited quietly between them with bated breath, wondering what would happen nextâŚ
For years to come, Bucky and Steve would fight good-naturedly over who leaned in firstâwho took that leap forward to turn their friendship into something more. Both of them would boast that they were the brave one.Â
And every time they had their little fight, youâd get to tell Bucky and Steve that they both leaned forward at exactly the same second. That was the truth, and you knew because youâd been there to witness their first kiss.
Bucky and Steveâs mouths came together in a primal clashing of teeth and tongues, their lips consuming each other as they both groaned low in their chests. Years and years of friendship, and the something more that had been simmering beneath it, came to the surface, both men pouring their feelings into their kiss.
All you could do was watch, part of you shocked and part of you entirely unsurprised.
It was a wondrous thing to behold, your boyfriend kissing his oldest friend with just as much fervor as he kissed you after being gone on a long film shoot. They were both so gluttonous for each other, and you could feel the depth of their love changing as the kiss slowed into something tender.
Youâd have been lying if youâd said the sight of Bucky and Steve kissing hadnât rekindled the heat in your body that had been sated just moments before. But it helped that you could feel both of their cocks twitching and hardening against your hips while their hands buried in each otherâs hair.
Since you didnât want to ruin the moment for either of them, but you also couldnât remain still, not with your pussy pulsing desperately for attention, you slipped your hand between your legs. You trailed your fingers through the mess of wetness dripping from your cunt, pushing both menâs come back into your hole as you watched your boyfriend make out with his best friend in front of you.
You mustâve made a soundâor your thoroughly sopping wet pussy didâbecause Bucky and Steve finally pulled away from each other. Your boyfriendâs gaze dropped immediately to where you were fingering yourself, chuckling a low, filthy laugh.
âLooks like our girl doesnât appreciate being left out, Stevie,â Bucky commented, using his grip on Steveâs hair to tilt his best friendâs head down to look at your cunt.
You spread your thighs, showing the men how you were using your fingers to push their combined releases back into your cunt, letting out a wanton moan as you watched their eyes darken further with desire.Â
âMm,â Steve rumbled in agreement, flicking his gaze back up to Buckyâs. âThink we should do something about that, Buck?â he asked, humor in his tone. âAfter all, our girlâs been so good for us today.â
You whined a little at that, agreeing without words as you shoved a second finger into your well-used cunt, trying to sate some of the desire that was burning through your body with a renewed hunger.Â
âThat she has,â Bucky agreed, still talking to Steve like you werenât even there. Something about thatâabout both of them ganging up on you, made you hotter, wetter, and your thighs fell open even further.Â
Before you could take a breath deep enough to let out another whine, Bucky was rolling over and grabbing some lube from the bedside table and tossing it to Steve. Then the boys were hauling you up from the bed and arranging you on your knees between them, your back to Steveâs chest.Â
He was firm and steady behind you, his heart beating against your spine with just as much excitement as you felt in your belly.Â
You could feel Steve messing around with the lube, but your attention was solely on Bucky, who was pumping his thick cock in his fist. You could still see the sheen of your release on his thick length, but you didnât have time to appreciate that when he was pulling you onto his lap. Bucky impaled your pussy on his cock, shifting your weight to lay against his chest so Steve could spread your ass.
Steveâs cock pressed against your tight rosebud and both men used their hands to soothe your body and urge you to relax for them. Bucky cooed praises in your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for him and Steve. Your boyfriend caught your lips in a lazy kiss while Steve worked his cock into your ass, huffing and puffing the whole time.
âFuck, I can feel you inside her, Buck,â Steve wheezed when he was fully seated inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder, pressing kisses along your back while the three of you got used to the feeling of being joined together. âSheâs so fucking tight.â
You could practically hear the muscle in Steveâs jaw pop as he gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your ass, making both you and Bucky moan. It felt so perfect, having them both inside you, filling you. You didnât think you would ever get enough of having Bucky and Steve inside you at the same time, overwhelming you as they pressed you between their broad bodies.
âMm, youâre making her tighter, Stevie,â Bucky murmured against your lips. Then he pulled back so he could look into your eye. âYou doing ok, baby?â he asked, checking in with you. His eyes were filled with concern, but it wasnât warranted.
âSooo good,â you moaned, your voice drenched in pleasure and a dazed smile curling your lips, âfeel sooo full.âÂ
You swayed a little, and your hands searched for something to grab onto, finding Buckyâs hand with one and Steveâs with the other. Their fingers laced with yours, their other hands on either side of your hips, holding you between them.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about how perfect and right it felt to be with them, before your thoughts were scattering at the sensation of them shifting inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips.
âI donât think sheâs gonna last much longer, Stevie,â Bucky warned, his voice a low rumble, his hips beginning to rock and fuck you on his cock.Â
Steve huffed a laugh, rolling his hips in tandem with Bucky. âI donât think Iâm gonna last much longer, Buck,â he rasped. âOur girlâs ass is so fucking tight, I feel like I could blow any second.â
You whined at the comment, unable to form the words to protest that idea, and Bucky immediately understood your distress.Â
âDonât worry, baby, weâd never get off without getting you off first,â he assured you, ducking forward for a quick kiss as your bodies writhed together.
At the same time, both Bucky and Steveâs hands slid down between your thighs. There was a moment of hesitation from both men, and you could practically feel them exchanging a look over your shoulder, but then their fingers slotted together, the tips finding your clit.Â
You didnât know which of them was rubbing you or if they both wereâand you didnât care. You just felt the burst of pleasure bloom from between your thighs and spread in a warm wave through your body. Your head fell back on Steveâs shoulder as you rocked between their firm, muscular bodies, their cocks filling you up so much you felt like they were imprinting themselves on your soul.
Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you kept your eyes cracked open, staring at Bucky and Steve, a part of you wishing theyâd kiss againâknowing they both wanted to. But instead, they kept exchanging heated glances, their gazes darting from you to each other.
Still, their hands curled together against your pussy as they fucked you and got you off together. You squeezed their hands in your own and they smiled, first at each other, then at you. You could feel something building between the three of you. Not just your pleasure, but something deeper, a bond that you knew was going to be the foundation of your new life together.
Spurred by Bucky and Steveâs cocks and their fingers on your clit, your release rolled over you like the crashing of a thunderstorm, shaking you to your core. The tightening of your body pushed both men over the edge at the same time, and they grunted and groaned their pleasure as the three of you rode out your releases together.
That time, when you collapsed to the bed, you were all finally fully sated.Â
Soft words and praises were exchanged as the three of you cleaned up in the bathroom, Bucky and Steve taking turns washing you in the shower before they scrubbed off themselves.Â
When you were towel dried and clad in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, Steve left the suit to grab his things from the room heâd also booked in the hotel. Youâd grumbled at that, not wanting him to leave even for a moment, but Bucky distracted you with a kiss while Steve ducked out.
While Steve was gone, Bucky used the opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and ask if you were ok with everything that had happened.Â
âBucky,â you murmured, rolling onto your back on the bed, pulling him with you so his head lay on your chest and your legs tangled together. âIâm more than okâeverything we did tonight feels right. Didnât it?âÂ
Bucky hummed in thought as you raked your nails through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. âYeah, it did,â he admitted after a moment. You could feel his smile through the cotton of your shirt a moment before he lifted up, his mouth finding yours in a slow, sweet kiss.Â
When he moved back to lay on your chest, he squeezed you tight, murmuring his love for you into your sternum, right above your beating heart. You carded your fingers through his hair, trailing them over his bare shoulders since heâd only put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in.
By the time Steve returned, you and Bucky were half asleep, laying entwined in the bed that was more than big enough for the three of you. Still, Steve paused at the edge of the bed, wearing his own pair of boxer briefs, and looked at the two of you as if unsure whether he should join you.
âRoom for one more?â Steve asked, and you could hear the hesitance in his voice.Â
A soft smile curved the corners of your mouth and you took a second to look at Steve. He was just as handsome in the dim light of the hotel suite as heâd been in the bright sunshine on Hollywood Boulevard, but you felt more than just excitement seeing him.Â
You may not have loved himâyetâbut you knew you could love Steve just as much as you loved Bucky. And you suspected Buckyâs feelings for his best friend were well on their way there already.Â
Steve wasnât just some Hollywood heartthrob to you anymore, or even just your boyfriendâs best friend. He was yours, and Buckyâs, just like you and Bucky were his.
Raising your arm to gesture Steve into bed, a giggle slipped from your lips when you realized you and Bucky had reached for him at the same time.Â
âThereâs plenty of room for one more, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, beckoning his best friend to get into bed.Â
âYeah, Stevie, come cuddle,â you said, laughter making your voice lighter.Â
Steve shot you both one of his devastatingly charming smiles and then he was crawling into the bed and sliding beneath the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head beside yours on the pillow and the three of you finally settled down.Â
Before sleep pulled you under, you felt Steve and Bucky lace their fingers together against your hip, their hands holding onto each other as they both held onto you. With a happy smile on your face, you fell asleep, looking forward to starting the new day with Bucky and Steve.Â
There wasnât just room for one more in the bedâthere was room for one more in your life with Bucky, and you were so happy to have Steve join you both.
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blushing birthday
a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people donât realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way âĄ
summary:Â âso, what I was thinking,â you tilted your head, âwas that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?â
warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtisâ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
word count: 3953
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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.Â
With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.Â
Thanks to your three roommates whoâd insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasnât just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs.Â
âHey guys!â a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, âgood evening or goodâ, whatever time of day it is for you.âÂ
The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didnât.Â
TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?
DrownByPussy: Omg youâre finally live! Iâve been hard all day knowing Iâd get to see you today.
âHi Frogo, yeah, Iâve had a pretty good day, but Iâm hoping that it might get even better, because Iâve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,â your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, âso, today is a friend of mineâs birthday andâ, wait,â you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, âI havenât seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if youâre here, you better log off right now or youâll ruin your surprise,â you warned, glancing straight into the camera, âIâll give you five seconds get off,â a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, âfive⌠four⌠three⌠two⌠one,â you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, âokay, so now that itâs just us, I can tell you what Iâve got planned,â you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, âthere is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for⌠any guesses?â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm⌠is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action?Â
8inchStallion: Threesome?Â
âNope. All fun suggestions, but no.â
TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?
Cream314159: How about anal?Â
âCream! Yes! You guessed it!â you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, âit is anal that heâs been dreaming about.â
Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.
ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.
TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so youâd let me fuck your tight little ass.
âSo, what I was thinking,â you tilted your head, âwas that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?â
KyleKyleson: Yes!
UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, letâs get you ready to take that monster cock.
Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldnât help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didnât look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You werenât completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when youâd go get the mail or other activities where you would know youâd bump into him. You didnât judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now.Â
As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen.Â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.
âOh, thanks A,â you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, âyeah, it is. It matches the dress Iâm planning on wearing tonight, so I thought Iâd be cute.â
Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back. Â
âYes, sir, of course,â you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder.Â
729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?
Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.
Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, âoh, you want me to spank my ass?â before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, âalright, baby,â and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, âhow many do you think? Letâs say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.â
TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 â 10 spanks, with a paddle
BootyLover47 tipped $35 â 4 spanks
MrHansen tipped $100 â 6 spanksÂ
âThank you guys,â you wiggled playfully for them, âand Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!â you squeaked ecstatically, âwell, I guess I better start counting then.âÂ
After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see.Â
WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties⌠theyâre soaked, arenât they?
Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.
âThey are, Winter,â you blinked up at the camera, âman, I wish you were here to give me a hand.â
NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, donât be shy now.
âYou want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?â
And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely.Â
Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadnât taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.
You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south.Â
âFuck,â your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, âoh, that feels so good.âÂ
Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.
8inchStallion: Fuck, youâre gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that.Â
Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, theyâre always my favourite.Â
âI know, daddy,â a light giggle tore through your form, âIâm honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasnât happened yet.âÂ
BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not, I love anal,â you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, âI just havenât really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, Iâve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,â you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex.Â
Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, Iâm gonna cum!
âOh, yes, please cum for me, sir,â you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage.Â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 â Donât let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be.Â
Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity.Â
Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of.Â
Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties.Â
Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasnât just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon.Â
âY/n, hey,â the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away.Â
âRansom,â you couldnât help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, âhello.â
âI didnât know you were gonna be here tonight.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I be here?â you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, âitâs my roommateâs birthday party.âÂ
âRight, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boysâŚâ as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, âyou look good tonight, by the way.â
âIââŚâ your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, âRansom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, thatâs all Iâm asking for.â
His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, âbabe, come onââ
Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, âI havenât been your babe since you broke up with me.â
He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadnât been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasnât exclusively a slut for him and him alone. Heâd told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadnât even hesitated when you didnât choose him.Â
A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, âfine.â
Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, âfine,â before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen.Â
Luckily, your search didnât drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend.Â
âThere you are!â you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtisâ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him.Â
âBaby!â he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, âhey!â
Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, âare you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?â
âNah, not this round,â he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, âwhat do you need?â
Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, âI just have a present to give youâŚâ
âAnother one?â he blinked as you dragged him up the steps.Â
âWell, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,â you offered him a warm smile.Â
âMan,â he exhaled as you reached the upper level, âhappy birthday to me,â a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms.Â
It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers.Â
âHappy birthday, Curtis,â you didnât waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss.Â
It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame.Â
Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didnât take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch.Â
At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor.Â
âThis is so much better than losing at pool,â he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.
âIâd sure hope so,â you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, âalthough, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.â
âConsolation prize?â his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, âthatâs not what you were last week.â
âYeah, but that was different,â your giggle vibrated against him, âitâs okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home youâll get to win and show the others whoâs boss,â you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth.Â
When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest.Â
As you felt Curtisâ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side. Â
Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds.Â
As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.
You didnât warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed youâd let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else.Â
âOhâ, holy shit,â his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, âbaby, youâreââ
âI know,â you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation.Â
âWait, seriously?âÂ
âTold you I had another present for you,â your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick.Â
His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, âoh my god, youâre the fucking bestâŚâÂ
It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out.Â
You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites.Â
âO-oh, fuck,â you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers.Â
Since youâd backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity.Â
Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours.Â
Though the blissful pause didnât last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out.Â
His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you.Â
However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.
Even though you couldnât really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtisâ pace for some reason hadnât slowed down in the slightest.Â
âNo, Iâm not kidding, thatâs really whatâ, oh,â Buckyâs sentence paused as soon he spotted you, âhello you two.â
You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer.Â
As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steveâs, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, âhey.â
âHmmâ, hiâŚâ you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtisâ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust.Â
âWas wondering where you guys were,â Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, âI thought she already gave you her little present.â
âYou knew?â Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didnât hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.
âIâm sorry what was that? Youâre being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,â Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, âlook, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.âÂ
âYeah, said that if you didnât get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,â Steve added.Â
âAw,â you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, âyouâd really have done that?â
âI did say you deserve the world, so yeah,â you managed to squeak.Â
âItâs so cute how sappy birthdays make you,â Bucky smirked, âsuch a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.âÂ
As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtisâ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back.Â
âYeah, she really is just such a good little girl, arenât you?â Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.Â
âMhmâŚâ you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief.Â
Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, âwhat was that, sweetheart?â Â
âIâm aâ,â you blubbered as Curtisâ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, âIâm a g-good girlââ
âYes, you are, baby, thatâs right,â Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, âthe fucking best.â
âOh, oh! Sheâs so close to cumming, I can see it!â Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, âjust look at that face,â he nearly jumped to get closer, âso fucking pretty.â
âCome on, Y/n,â Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, âgive us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.âÂ
Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack.Â
After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.
Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtisâ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table.Â
âYou wanna go down and dance?â his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear.Â
âJust give me a second,â you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, âmy legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,â you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle.Â
âDonât you worry, baby,â Bucky smirked from across the table, âweâll help keep you upright.âÂ
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18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"
âBut I love riding his dick daddyâ You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.
"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"
"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.
"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.
"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"
"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.
"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"
"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.
"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.
Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.
"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"
"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-
"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"
"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.
"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.
"Off to bed, Bambi"
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You Were My Sunshine
Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.
Word Count: 3K
A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.
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âHave a good day.â Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.
You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.
âSo, weâre really just accepting this?â Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and heâs sure you canât hear him.
âYes, Buck.â Steve says firmly.
âBut-â Buckyâs protests are cut off by Tony.
âSheâs entitled to her privacy.â He says firmly. âJust let it go, Frosty.â
Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.
Youâve always been an open person, youâre always there for everybody that needs you and youâre not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.
Your life is an open book.
Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.
You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you donât use credit cards anywhere.Â
Itâs like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.
At least thatâs how the team sees it.Â
Theyâve all tried to figure out where you go, but thatâs the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:
Donât worry about it.
After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it.Â
Everyone except Bucky.
Itâs not like youâre that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.
Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.
Thatâs why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.
He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldnât follow you, that youâre allowed to have your secrets. But he canât help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane.Â
He just needs you. to know.
So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, itâs one of his favorite places to visit when heâs in the city.
He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like youâre looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.
You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. âHarry Potter and the Half-blood Princeâ, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because heâs talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Buckyâs favorites.
You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.
Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky youâre too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.
He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.
Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you canât really see him unless you were really looking for him. But youâre so engrossed in reading that Buckyâs sure he could sit next to you and you wouldnât even realize it.
He knows you get like that when youâre reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times youâve read them already.
Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.
Itâs actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?
But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something youâd done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when youâre so into the words youâre reading.
So why do it in secret?
After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the bookâs trance and gather your things before getting up.
Bucky frowns when you donât get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Buckyâs never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you canât see him.
He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. Itâs clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like youâre pretty close to them even though heâs never even heard you mention this place before. When youâre done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesnât want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.
After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and heâs surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.
Itâs clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.
So why donât the Avengers?Â
You looked so comfortable with all the people youâve met today, Bucky canât help but think that maybe you donât feel like you belong on the team.
You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.
He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.
He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.
âHi, momâŚâ You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Buckyâs sure itâs a forced smile. âHappy birthday.â
You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadnât eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.
âSoâŚâ You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.
A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.
Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.
You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.
âSo, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.â You say with a small smile. âItâs our favorite, hadnât read it in a while.â
Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.
âIt took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.â You say with a small chuckle. âItâs like 400 pages in, donât judge me.âÂ
Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He canât help but find you adorable.
âIt is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.â You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. âThatâs what you told me when I was scared of the darkâŚâ You say quietly with a smile.
âAnd thatâs what you told me before youâŚâ You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.
That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.
Heâs more than surprised that he didnât know your mother died, and heâs pretty sure the rest of the team doesnât know either.
Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.
But Buckyâs even more surprised to see you breaking down, something youâve never done before. Youâre cheery, youâre bubbly, youâre everyoneâs little ray of sunshine.
And it breaks Buckyâs heart to know youâve been falling apart when youâre by yourself all these years.
âIâm sorry I only come here once a year, I justâŚâ You start, so quietly that Buckyâs glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. âI miss you so much and I canât⌠I canât bear this.â
He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you canât stop crying.
âIâm trying to be the person you lovedâŚâ You say after a moment of silence. âYour little ray of sunshine.â You chuckle softly through the tears.
It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. Itâs how youâve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you donât want anyone else to feel that way.
You are my sunshine
Buckyâs thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing.Â
My only sunshine
Bucky knows this song. Itâs a lullaby that heâs heard you sing once before.
Clintâs family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.
You probably didnât realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and itâs not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clintâs room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.
You make me happy, when skies are grayÂ
You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little.Â
Youâll never know, dear, how much I love you
Bucky can see youâre having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.
Please donât take⌠My sunshine⌠Away
Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.
Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these.Â
Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...
Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. âHeyâŚâ He says quietly.
His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.
Bucky didnât expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.
âGoddammit, Bucky!â You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.
For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.
âDid you fucking follow me?!â Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.
âIâŚâ Bucky doesnât know what to say. He knows heâs in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. âIâm sorry, I didnât-â
âYou didnât what?!â You snap at him. âYou didnât understand what the meaning of privacy is?!â
Bucky doesnât know what to say, heâs never seen you this angry at anyone thatâs not an enemy and surely never at him.
âIâm sorry, okay?â He says quickly. âIâm sorry, I was just curious, I didnât think this would be it, I thoughtâŚâ
âYou thought what?â You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.
âI thought maybe you were a supervillainâŚâ He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. âOr a stripper.â
His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand heâs just joking before you actually punch him in the face.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.
âI really am sorryâŚâ He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. âI know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didnât plan on bothering you at all, which doesnât make what I did better,â He quickly adds when he sees youâre about to say something.
âBut when I saw you crying, I just⌠I couldnât help myself.â He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. âYouâre always there for everybody, I donât think itâs fair that you donât let anybody be there for you.â
You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know heâs right, you donât let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.
But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...
So you let him.
You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.
âShe died when I was 14.â You say quietly. âI only had her, so I was on my own after thatâŚâ
Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.
âA few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressedâŚâ You have a faint smile at the memory although itâs clear youâre about to cry again. âThey offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I donât know⌠I wasnât alone anymore.â
You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering.Â
âDollâŚâ He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. âItâs okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.â
His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way heâs looking at you so lovingly, itâs all too much for you and canât hold back your tears anymore.
With a broken sob, you bury your face in Buckyâs chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.
In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes itâs not like you donât feel like you belong with the Avengers.
This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because youâve always had to.
And heâll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.
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Day 16: DP in 1 hole - Mafia!Stucky
Summary: You were adamant about proving Steve wrong and doing something youâve never done before.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome (f/m/m), double penetration in one hole, size kink, dom/sub, sir kink, masturbation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, overstimulated, teasing, kinda mean!steve, discussion of safe words, praise kink, creampie
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âJustâŚJust do it; I canât take it, I promise. Please, sir!â Each word you sobbed seemed to stumble into the next as you begged so quickly, wiping your tear-stained face on the muscled shoulder. The man beneath ran his fingers over your scalp to try and calm you, ignoring the fact that his cock was still pressed so deep inside of your cunt that he was knocking into your cervix with each breath, let alone thrust. Bucky was holding you tightly from where you lay draped over his muscular body, both of your chests rubbing against one another, and from this position, it meant that the Brunette gang member could look over your shoulder to the other man on the bed.
âOh baby girl, you sound so pretty when youâre begging like thatâ, Steve mocked with an air of arrogance, loving that your reactions were becoming more pathetic. One of his big hands was wrapped around his cock, pleasuring himself as he squeezed your arse cheek with the other. He had the perfect view from where he knelt in the centre of the bed, with Bucky and you led out in front of him; even though your back was facing him, he could see where your face was turned to the side, see the tear tracks down your cheek.
He couldnât blame you for having this reaction; this had been going on for hours, and youâd been so good for him, but sometimes he and Bucky wanted to play, push you to your limits. In doing so, you became increasingly more pathetic and submissive, whimpering and needy for more until either Steve or Bucky enough was enough.
âYouâve done so well for us, Dollâ, Bucky praised with a smirk as he kissed the back of your head, which, in turn, earned an eye roll from Steve as he knew his best friend was just trying to give you all the compliments so youâd cling to him more. âHow many times has she orgasmed for us now, Stevie? 5? 6?â
Steve couldnât help himself as he spanked your arse cheek, watching the jiggle of the muscle and the way you initially cried and jolted at the action but then moaned and perked your arse up to receive another one. Bucky also groaned at the impact as your walls had clamped down around his cock so tight that he almost came. Steve chuckled under his breath at the glare from Bucky, who had been trying to edge himself for the last half an hour and knowing what Steve was like, he wanted to see just how good his will strength was.
âSheâs came so many times that sheâs made a mess over the bed, havenât you, Baby? And yet, you still want more? I donât think you can handle any more, especially both of usâ. Steve licked his bottom lip as he eyed your pretty hole, even wondering himself if this was even possible; yes, heâd seen it on porn, but two cocks in one hole? âWeâre so big anyway, Honey; thereâs no way youâll be able to take both me and Bucky.â Steve taunts and earns even more of a desperate cry, more tears streaking down your cheeks.
âPl-Please, Sir! Just try; I can take you both; I know I canâ. To try and prove some kind of a point that you were not done with the fucking, you pushed yourself up slightly on Buckyâs chest and began to ride his cock. However, you were exhausted, and your cunt was puffy and sensitive, so it was more of a gentle roll than a harsh ride.
âThatâs it, feel so good on top of me, Sweetheartâ, Bucky groans, both hands on your hips to try and guide you slightly, completely forgetting about the double penetration idea for the moment all thoughts turned to the steadily moving wet warmth that moved around his shaft.
Steveâs arm wrapped around your chest from behind so that his hand secured around your jaw, pulling you flush against him; his mouth dipped to the shell of your ear, teasing with his teeth and causing a gasp to escape your lips. âIf it hurts, what are you going to do?â he asks, his voice full of authority that was usually just saved for when he was at work.
âIâll say my safe wordâ, you immediately answer, clarity clearing in your mind as your movements slowed, knowing that this discussion was necessary.
âGood girl. Now if my cock doesnât fit next to Buckyâs, youâll continue to be good, arenât you, and not complain. Weâll just continue playing like we have been, do I make myself clear?â
âYes sir, I understandâ, you say without any sort of whimper or stutter noted as your eyes finally blinked open. Bucky smiled warmly up at you, which caused your hole to clench at just how handsome he was, but before he could react, Steve was releasing his hold on your face and pressing against your shoulders until you were lying flat against Bucky again.
You stopped rolling your hips and waited patiently for the next steps, which were Steveâs fingers. He didnât need to use lube just yet as the blonde leader gathered some of your fluid from where you and Bucky were connected onto his index and middle finger. Ever so gently, he ran his fingers around the rim of your hole, near your perineum, as this was the area presented to him and where he was hoping to slip his cock into eventually.
With Bucky still inside, Steve ended up teasing him and stroking the two of you. Adding extra pressure, Steve slipped his fingers into your hole, following Buckyâs length until he reached the first knuckle. You were snug around his fingers as he managed to push in a couple of centimetres further until nearly to the second knuckle.
Steve pressed his hand on your lower back as he observed you taking a deep breath to keep all the muscles between your legs relaxed, which made it easier for the man to continue to stretch you.
âThatâs amazing, Baby, youâre taking my fingers so well. Look at that! Taking two of my fingers and Buckyâs cock, arenât you our special girlâ. Steveâs praises helped to keep you relaxed as you smiled and warmed at the words he was saying like he was stroking the happy part of your mind.
Bucky bit his lip at the sensation, which was difficult to explain. As Steve stretched your hole, it made everything feel tighter, and just as he pushed deeper, he also had the stimulation of Steve touching the sensitive part of the underside of his cock.
âJust going to stretch you a little bit first, then Iâll add another fingerâ, Steve explained as his eyes trained between your face and pussy. He moved both of his fingers in semi-circles, trying to see how far your walls were willing to stretch.
Holding back a groan, he could feel how much you were trying not to clench and knew if they did succeed with this, he would lose his mind. He just hoped he didnât cum as soon as he penetrated, which was a similar thought that Bucky had.
Scissoring his fingers around Buckyâs cock, Steve shifted closer so that a third finger could be added alongside the other two. You desperately moaned in Buckyâs chest, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving nail crevices in his one fleshed shoulder.
Steve remained still for a few seconds, allowing you to adjust before moving in and out slowly. âFuck Steve!â It wasnât you who moaned but Bucky who had closed his eyes to try and concentrate on not cuming before the action had even begun. It felt so good to have his cock inside your puffy tight hole, but then to have fingers as well stroking along his shaft was unlike anything heâd experienced before.
Looking over your shoulder, you took a deep breath and tried to sound as confident as possible, the tears having now stopped as you remained calm. âPlease, Steve, I can take it, just tryâ.
Steve ignored your pleas to hurry up and continued to stretch your pussy, twisting and spreading his fingers to give his cock extra space. Even though he was three fingers deep, he and Bucky were not exactly small in the cock division. This was why this fucking session had been going on for so long because they spent so much precious time making sure you were adequately stretched to take one of their cocks, let alone two at the same time.
There had been plenty of times where one of them had been fucking your cunt and the other in your arse but nothing to the extent of two cocks in one hole.
You sighed as Steve finally pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube, coating his cock thoroughly before wiping a generous blob onto your pussy. Moving his entire body closer, Steve began to prepare for the insertion.
âRemember: Safewordâ, Steve said loudly enough that you glanced over your shoulder and nodded. âTake a deep breath for me, Babyâ.
You did as instructed, filling your lungs to the brim with oxygen before slowly breathing out of your mouth, which is when you felt considerable pressure between your legs.
As Steve was so thoroughly lubed, his cock nearly slid in the wrong direction, so he had to push the tip of his cock hard against Buckyâs shaft and then knock his hips with a deep thrust. At first, he wasnât sure he would get it into your pussy with how much resistance he was met with, but then it nudged beneath the rim and was welcomed into the dangerously tight warmth of your cunt.
You had expected it to hurt in some way, but to your happy surprise, all it initially felt like was the deep burn that came with stretching your cunt for a cock, just with increased intensity. It was an odd sensation to experience, like you were going to break at the first stretch, but as your body relaxed and more of his cock pushed in, everything was just thigh highest level of pleasure imaginable.
The screaming moan you released echoed around the bedroom as Steveâs cock penetrated until he, too, was caressing your cervix with the mushroom tip of his dick.
Bucky's hands were massaging over your arse, hips and back as he tried to keep himself under control. Having Steveâs cock moving against his but pressing hard with the limited room, the difference in textures between your gummy walls and the solidness of the shaft. The tightness was another experience, almost like a pretty vice trapping his cock to perfection.
âHoly shit, Baby! Thatâs it; stay nice and relaxed for us. I'm just going to let you get adjusted for a moment.â Seeing his and Buckyâs lengths fitting into one hole, Steve was mesmerised. He even contemplated reaching for his phone and taking a picture to show you the wondrous thing your body could achieve.
With your cunt stretched so far, Steve and Bucky were adamant that they could feel your pulse fluttering through your walls. Not only this, but youâd squirted over Bucky from just the stretch.
You knew that you were too squished between them both to take over right now and ride their cocks and also the exercise that your body was going through; you werenât sure you even had the energy to push off of Buckyâs chest to find a good position.
Thankfully, Steve was more than prepared to fuck for the three of you. His two meaty hands joined Buckyâs over your hips as he ever so carefully began to rock his hips in the smallest of motions so that only an inch of his cock was moving in and out of your cunt.
As more of his length edged out before being pushed in, your entire body seemed to just give up with the tension running through it with the anticipation of the double penetration. Your limbs went slack, as well as your jaw, as your mouth opened in a perfect circle to allow the animalistic grunts and moans just to seep out.
âYou sound so good when you moan like thatâ, Bucky gasped as he tried to fuck up with Steve, causing your body to jolt with the movements.
Soon, they were both fucking your pussy, Bucky, at a slow pace that allowed his cock to brush over all of the hyper-sensitive nerves of your g-spot and with the pressure of Steveâs cock pushing on him, you could feel every since ridge of Bucky. Steve, on the other hand, was able to fuck you with a bit more intensity, sweat beginning to drip down his temple, but he couldnât give a shit about that right now, not when his girl was taking him so well.Â
âIâm so proud of you, taking both of us so well; you feel so fucking goodâ. Steveâs voice sounded almost as desperate as your begging did earlier as his eyebrows knitted together with the pleasure taking over his body.
Bucky was watching Steve, feeling his length fucking against his, the tightness of your pussy, the moans you were all sharing; he knew his orgasm was impending. Steve could see this from how Buckyâs hands slackened, and the grunts stopped as he tried to concentrate on not orgasming.
To be truthful, Steve was also near his orgasm, and youâd been in a constant state of cumming since both cocks had slipped inside, the coil in your abdomen tight and fluttering with involuntary contractions around their cocks. Releasing the hold on your hip, Steve reached over to grab Bucky's jaw, forcing him to look up at his boyfriend and boss.
âCum for me, Bucky, I know you want to. Letâs fill our girl up together, yeah? Make her drip with our cum, thatâs it, fucking cum for me, Buckyâ.
Steve tightened his hold on Buckyâs face and slammed into you with an increased pace that your eyes rolled back just in time for Bucky to cum, hard.
âFuck! Holy-Shit-â Bucky cried out, his body withering beneath you like he wanted to arch his back but couldnât be with you on top. You could feel the wetness and warmth of his seed as he spilt deep inside you.
âGood boy, look so pretty when you cum. Donât you think so, Baby?â Steve asked you, but you werenât paying attention, not when you were deeply lost in pleasure. Steveâs pace increased further as he fucked his way to orgasm a few seconds later. More cum filled your pussy, mixing with Buckyâs as it began to drip out of you. Steveâs head tilted back as he thrust through the orgasm until the shivers ceased, and he could take a minute to catch his breath.
Sitting back on his heels, Steveâs cock slipped out of your cunt first, swiftly followed by Buckyâs, meaning the blonde had the perfect view of your pulsing, gaping hole as it leaked with their seed, dripping out onto the sheets below.
Despite being half asleep due to exhaustion, you managed to whisper, âSee, I told you I could do itâ.
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Mine to keep
Bucky can no longer hold in his jealous and possessive side and finally claims you.
TW- Heavy smut, bucky angst , jealousy, possessive behaviour. Kinda long.
Side note // Iâm also take requests of any character / theme.
Buckyâs blood had been boiling all night. Steve, the perfect All-American golden boy, basking in your attention, your laugh lighting up every damn corner of the bar. And Steve wasnât even tryingâhe never had to. But that didnât make it easier to watch.
Buckyâs drink sat untouched as he leaned against the bar, his jaw tight and his metal fingers twitching with restraint. He couldnât take his eyes off you, couldnât stop the jealousy crawling up his spine every time you smiled at Steve.
When Steve finally stepped away to grab another round, Bucky didnât hesitate. He pushed off the bar and cut through the crowd, his determined strides carrying him straight to you.
âHey,â you greeted, your voice light and playful.
Bucky didnât return the smile. His eyes were dark, fixed on yours as he crowded into your space. âHaving fun?â His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine.
You tilted your head, confused by the tension radiating off him. âUh, yeah? Itâs been nice to catch up with everyone. Steveâs beenââ
âYeah, Steveâs been the life of the party,â Bucky interrupted, his voice tight.
Your brow furrowed. âAre you jealous?â
Buckyâs jaw flexed. âDamn right I am.â His metal hand curled into a fist against his thigh. âWatching him make you laugh like that? Watching you light up for him? Youâre mine.â
The intensity in his voice sent a bolt of heat straight through you, your stomach flipping at the raw emotion behind his words. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
âLetâs go,â he growled.
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The second your apartment door shut behind you, Bucky had you pinned against it. His lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding, his metal hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.
âYouâve been driving me insane,â he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. âSitting there looking so goddamn perfect, laughing at his jokes like you donât know you belong to me.â
âIââ Your protest was cut off as he kissed you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you. His flesh hand slid down to your thigh, hitching it around his hip to grind his hard length against you.
âYouâre mine,â he rasped, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. âSay it.â
âYours,â you gasped, your voice trembling with need.
His lips curled into a dark smirk as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, his hands already tugging at your clothes with a mix of urgency and reverence.
âBucky,â you murmured, your breath hitching as his handsâboth flesh and metalâexplored your body, pulling away your layers one by one.
âShh,â he whispered, pressing kisses to your bare skin as he worked. âIâve got you. Just let me show you.â
When he finally had you naked beneath him, he sat back for a moment, his eyes raking over you with undisguised hunger. âLook at you,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âSo fucking beautiful. All mine.â
He didnât wait for a response. His mouth found your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he kissed his way down your body. His lips and tongue left a trail of fire in their wake, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open for him.
âBucky,â you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
âI want to hear you,â he said, his voice dark and commanding. âI want everyone to know whoâs making you feel this good.â And then his mouth was on you, his tongue sliding against your heat with practiced precision. You cried out, your hips bucking against him as he licked and sucked, his metal hand pinning you to the bed while his flesh hand teased your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The pressure built quickly, your body arching as his tongue drove you higher and higher. Just when you thought you couldnât take any more, he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
âBucky!â you gasped, your body shattering around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
He didnât stop, working you through your orgasm until you were trembling beneath him. Only then did he pull back, his lips glistening as he smirked down at you.
âYouâre not done yet,â he said, his voice rough with need.
He stripped off his clothes, his muscular frame glinting in the low light of the room. His cock stood hard and ready, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.
He climbed over you, his hands bracketing your face as he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. âTurn over,â he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up onto your knees before he slid into you with one smooth thrust.
The stretch was perfect, and you moaned loudly, your hands fisting in the sheets as he set a punishing pace.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned, his metal hand sliding up your back to grip the nape of your neck. âSo tight, so perfect. All mine.â
âYours,â you gasped, the word spilling from your lips like a prayer.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear. âIâll never let you forget it.â
His thrusts grew faster, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. Your pleasure built quickly, and you felt yourself spiraling toward another release.
âCome for me,â he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder. âLet me feel you.â
The command sent you over the edge, your body clenching around him as your second orgasm tore through you. Bucky groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself deep inside you, his own release following moments later.
You collapsed onto the bed together, your bodies slick with sweat and your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Bucky pulled you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your temple.
âYouâre mine,â he murmured, his voice softer now but no less certain.
âAlways,â you whispered, your heart full as you melted into his embrace.
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Honey Girl.
Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5.1k
Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).
Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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next chapter (two).
Tethering /tÉĂ°(É)rÉŞĹ/
An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.
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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.
"Babe! Babe! Babe!"
"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"
You can guess. In fact, you already have.
Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.
You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.
You wish people would shut up about it.
The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.
You fall into the latter.
You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.
You're not sure you ever want it to happen.
The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.
Not everyone shares the same sentiment.
"Babe, you still there?"
Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"
You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.
"Sure. I'll see you in ten."
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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."
You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.
"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.
The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.
"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"
She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.
"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."
As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."
"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.
"Like fucking magic."
You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.
"Magic?" you prompt.
"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"
She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.
"So, what's his name? What's he like?"
"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"
"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.
"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."
You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.
"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"
"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."
You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.
"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"
"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."
Jackpot. She's read you like a book.
"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"
"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"
"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"
You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.
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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.
"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."
"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."
Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.
"Hi, Mama."
"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."
She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.
"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."
"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."
She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.
"You've poured four, Mama."
"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."
"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."
"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"
She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.
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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.
Your Dad's best friend.
They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.
He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.
Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.
She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.
It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.
A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.
Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.
Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.
Might as well make the most of the freedom.
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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.
"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.
"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.
"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.
"I brought your favourite, Lori."
"So did I," you echo, laughing.
"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"
"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."
"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.
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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.
The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.
"Lacie got Tethered."
"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.
"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.
"Tell me about it."
"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."
"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."
"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."
"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."
"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."
"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."
"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."
"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.
And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.
"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.
"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."
You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.
"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."
You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.
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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.
"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.
"You got big late night plans?" you tease.
"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."
Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.
"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"
"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."
"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.
You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.
"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.
"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"
They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.
"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.
"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.
"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.
"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.
"Maybe?" he smirks.
"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."
"Like hell you will," he grumbles.
You quirk a brow in confusion.
"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."
You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.
"Why don't we go somewhere?"
"Where?" you ask tentatively.
"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"
You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.
"I fucking love the beach."
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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.
The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.
The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.
A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.
"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."
He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."
Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.
"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."
"And what is this?"
"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."
You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.
"Me too," he whispers.
You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.
"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."
You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.
"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"
He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.
"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."
"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.
"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.
You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.
"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."
You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.
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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.
"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"
"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."
He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.
"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.
"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."
"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."
You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.
"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."
"You're the best, sugar."
You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.
"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.
"Nope. You?"
"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"
The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?
"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."
"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.
Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.
"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"
You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.
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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.
"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."
He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.
"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."
"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.
"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.
Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.
"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."
You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.
"Woah, easy. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.
He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.
And then, it happens.
Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.
Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.
Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.
After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.
You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.
He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.
You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.
He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.
"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.
A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.
"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."
Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.
You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.
You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.
Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.
You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.
A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.
"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."
"My soulmate," you whisper.
The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.
Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.
"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.
He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.
He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.
"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."
"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.
"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."
You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.
You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.
"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.
He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.
"My honey girl."
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Bird On A Wire
Characters/Pairings: Mafia!Bucky x Millennial Female!Reader x Mafia!Steve Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Caught by two dangerous men, you see the skies ahead for you as their little bird. Sequel to Little Lark.
Content/Warnings: dub-con, explicit smut, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), PIV sex, anal fingering (female receiving), use of pet name (little lark), dacryphilia, so much praise kink
Author Notes: Week eight of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer - using the COCKWARMING and dialogue prompts (dialogue prompt bold/italicized) - and filling my May box for Build-a-Bucky Bingo with PRAISE KINK.
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The next morning, you were on a flight to New York City. Private jet. In the clothes youâd worn yesterday, but theyâd been laundered overnight. Youâd slept naked in the bed of Barnes and Rogers - with what little sleep they allowed you to have.
Youâd been allowed a few hours of sleep just before dawn and given a modicum of reprieve as the men woke for the day, ordered room service, and got to business. When your laundered clothes had been delivered, theyâd plucked you out of bed, and told you to dress and be ready to leave within a few minutes.
You sat stiffly in the plush leather seat. As the jet soared over the clouds, you stared out the window, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The events of the past 24 hours felt surreal, like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from. Your body ached, a constant reminder of the previous night's activities. The sapphire pendant hung heavy around your neck, its weight a physical manifestation of your new reality.
Bucky and Steve sat across from you. You tried not to look at them, but your eyes kept darting over, drawn by some magnetic pull you couldn't explain.
Steve was typing away on a laptop while Bucky leafed through some papers, both of them seemingly unconcerned with your presence. You tried to steady your breathing, to appear calm, but your mind raced with questions and fears about what awaited you in New York.
You couldn't help but marvel at how normal they seemed in the light of day, dressed in crisp suits, sipping coffee. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were just successful businessmen.
"We'll be landing in about an hour," Steve informed you, breaking into your thoughts. "Once we're home, we'll get you settled in."
Home. The word felt foreign. You wondered what kind of life awaited you in New York.
"I⌠I don't have any of my things," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bucky looked up from his papers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry, little lark. We'll take care of everything you need."
Steve nodded in agreement. "You'll want for nothing. Clothes, toiletries, anything you require - it's all been arranged." His eyes roamed over you appreciatively. "We take care of what's ours."
You shivered at his words, unsure if it was from fear or something else entirely. The way they looked at you made you feel both terrified and oddly⌠desired.
But the implication was clear: they had planned this, had known exactly how things would unfold. You swallowed hard, trying to process the level of control they already had over your life.
You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. "And my family? You said... you said you knew about them."
"Safe and sound," Bucky assured you, his tone oddly gentle. "We've already arranged for their debts to be cleared and their protection to be... ongoing."
Steve's eyes narrowed slightly. "As far as they know, you've accepted a lucrative job offer in New York. Theyâll believe youâre busy, and you will be.â
"What exactly am I supposed to do?" you asked, voicing another of the many questions swirling in your mind. "You said you don't need an assistant..."
Steve closed his laptop and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Your job, sweetheart, is to keep us happy.â
âIn every way,â Bucky added.
You felt your face flush at their words, memories of the previous night flashing through your mind. You looked down at your hands, fidgeting in your lap.
"What does that mean exactly?"
Steve reached across and took your hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. "It means you'll be by our side, day and night. At home, at social events, in business meetings. You'll learn to anticipate our needs, to be whatever we require in the moment."
Bucky's eyes glinted as he added, "And in private, you'll pleasure us. Satisfy our every desire."
Your breath caught in your throat. The reality of your situation was sinking in deeper with each passing moment.
"But I'm not... I don't have experience with..." you trailed off, embarrassed.
Steve's eyes darkened, a predatory glint appearing. "Oh, you can. And you will."
Bucky set aside his papers and leaned forward, mirroring Steve's posture. "We're not unreasonable men, little lark. Please us, and you'll find life can be very... pleasurable."
The implication in his tone made you shiver. You remembered all too well the sensations they had drawn from your body the night before, against your will and better judgment.
"But disappoint us," Steve continued, his voice low and dangerous, "and there will be consequences.â
You felt every muscle in your body tense.
Steveâs phone buzzed, and he stood abruptly, dropping your hand and walking away to take the call.
âWeâll start with something simple.â Bucky reached for your other hand and guided you to your feet. The jet's cabin suddenly felt smaller, more intimate. You could smell his cologne - a heady mix of sandalwood and something distinctly masculine.
"Let's see how well you can follow instructions," Bucky murmured, his voice low and husky. His steel-blue eyes locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. "Take off your panties."
Your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding. You glanced nervously at Steve, still on his phone call at the other end of the cabin.
"Eyes on me, little lark," Bucky commanded softly, drawing your attention back. "Steve's busy. This is between you and me right now."
With trembling hands, you reached under your skirt. You hesitated for a moment before slowly sliding your panties down your legs, stepping out of them. Bucky's gaze never wavered, patient but unyielding. Bucky held out his hand and you placed the delicate fabric in his palm. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply before pocketing them with a smirk.
"Good girl," he praised. "Now, unzip my pants and take my cock out."
Your eyes widened, darting nervously to Steve again. He was still engrossed in his call, pacing at the far end of the cabin.
âLark,â Bucky growled, and your eyes darted back to him, the warning clear. âI said eyes on me,â he reminded, bringing his hand to your cheek, and tracing along the edge of your jaw. You knew the tender gesture was a signal that he could grip your jaw and force you to do what he wanted.
You knelt before him, and with shaking hands, you reached for his belt buckle. The leather was soft and supple under your fingers as you worked it open. Bucky's breath hitched slightly as your knuckles brushed against his abdomen. You fumbled with the button of his trousers before managing to undo it, then slowly lowered the zipper.
Bucky's eyes never left your face, watching your every reaction. You could feel the heat radiating from Bucky's body, smell his intoxicating scent.
Your fingers trembled as you reached into Bucky's pants, feeling the heat of his skin. You carefully extracted his cock, already half-hard and impressive in size. The weight of it in your hand made your breath catch. You stroked him tentatively, marveling at the contrast of soft skin over rigid flesh.
Bucky's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. "That's it, little lark. Nice and slow," he murmured, voice husky.
You continued your ministrations, feeling him grow fully erect under your touch. Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The cabin suddenly felt too warm, too small. Everything the night before had been the two of them working you while you took what they gave. It was different now with you being the one taking action.
"Enough," Bucky growled softly after a few moments. He grasped your wrist, stilling your movements. "Up in my lap."
Heart pounding, you obeyed as he tugged you up and guided you to straddle his waist. You tentatively braced your hands on his shoulders. He pushed your skirt up and out of the way, before guiding you onto his cock. âYouâll warm my cock the rest of the flight, maybe thisâll help you relax.â
Your trembled and gasped as he pulled your hips down. He found little resistance, as your traitorous body was already growing slick for him, but your cunt was sore from taking their enormous cocks the night before. Quiet tears slipped down your face, but you bit your lip, not wanting to make him unhappy.
He brushed one of your tears away with his thumb and smiled at you, half tender, half patronizing.
Your breath caught as you felt Bucky's cock stretching you, filling you completely. He held you still once you were fully seated, hand gripping your hip firmly.
"There's my good girl," he murmured, brushing his lips against your ear. Then he gently coaxed your head onto his shoulder. "Now, stay nice and still. Don't move unless I tell you to."
You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. The position was intimate, almost unbearably so. You could feel every twitch of Bucky's cock inside you, every slight shift of his body. Your thighs trembled with the effort of staying still.
Steve's voice drifted over from the other end of the cabin as he continued his phone call. The normalcy of his tone, discussing what sounded like business matters, was a stark contrast to your current situation. You felt exposed, vulnerable, even though you were still fully clothed. Your face burned with shame and arousal. You couldn't believe you were doing this, sitting in Bucky's lap with his cock inside you while Steve was just feet away.
When you heard Steveâs footsteps approaching a few minutes later, you tensed.
"Good girl," he praised, one hand moving to stroke your back soothingly. "You're doing so well."
âIsnât she?â Bucky cooed.
And your body betrayed you again, clenching around Bucky's length over their praise.
Bucky chuckled darkly.
âShe like that, Buck?â
"Mmm,â he hummed. âOur little lark is a slut for praise.â
Steve chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Is that so?" Steve crouched down beside Buckyâs seat. His hand came to rest on your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "Look at me, sweetheart."
Hesitantly, you lifted your head from Bucky's shoulder and met Steve's intense gaze. His blue eyes were dark with desire, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Such a good girl," Steve murmured, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "Taking Bucky's cock so well. I bet you're dripping wet, aren't you?"
You whimpered softly, unable to form words. Steve's fingers ghosted over your clit, making you jerk slightly in Bucky's lap. Bucky's grip on your hip tightened in warning.
"Answer him," Buckyâs town was low but sharp.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'm wet."
Steve's smirk widened. "Of course you are. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet." His fingers continued their teasing exploration, circling your clit with feather-light touches. "You're going to learn to crave this, sweetheart. To need us."
A soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. Your hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction. Bucky's grip tightened further, holding you still.
"Ah ah," he chided softly. "I said don't move unless I tell you to."
"S-sorry," you gasped, trying to regain control of your body.
Steve chuckled, his fingers never ceasing their torturous ministrations, tracing where you were stretched around Bucky's cock. The dual sensation of being filled by Bucky and teased by Steve was overwhelming. Your hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.
Bucky gave a warning slap to your ass, and you hissed from the sting.
You froze, trying desperately to stay still despite the sensations overwhelming you. Tears pricked at your eyes from the effort and the conflicting emotions swirling within you.
"Shh, it's okay," Steve soothed, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. "We know it's hard for you. You're doing so well."
His praise sent another surge of arousal through you, making you clench around Bucky's cock. Bucky groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips.
"Such a responsive little thing," he murmured, nuzzling against your neck. "We're going to have so much fun with you."
Steve's fingers continued their teasing, circling your clit with maddeningly light touches. Your thighs trembled with the effort of staying still, your breath coming in short gasps.
Steve's eyes glinted with amusement. "I think our girl needs a lesson in true self-control, Buck. What do you say?"
Bucky nodded, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Couldn't agree more."
Your heart raced as you looked between them, uncertain of what they had in mind. Steve stood, towering over you, and began unbuckling his belt. The sound of leather sliding through fabric loops made you shiver.
"Open your mouth, little lark," Steve commanded, his voice low and husky.
You hesitated, glancing at Bucky, who gave you an encouraging nod. Slowly, you parted your lips, your breath coming in short, shallow pants.
Steve guided his cock to your mouth, rubbing the tip against your lips. "You're going to take me in your mouth while staying perfectly still on Bucky's cock.â
You trembled as Steve's thick length slid past your lips. The taste of him, musky and slightly salty, filled your senses. You struggled to relax your jaw, to accommodate his impressive size, fighting against how it ached from taking them both in your mouth in turns last night, too.
"That's it, sweetheart," Steve murmured, one hand tangling in your hair. "Nice and slow. Use your tongue."
You did as instructed, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he pushed deeper into your mouth. All the while, you fought to keep your hips still, Bucky's cock a constant, throbbing presence inside you.
Bucky's hands roamed your body, teasing and caressing, kneading the fleshy parts of you everywhere, as ravenous for your hips as your stomach, your chest, your ass, your thighs . He cupped your breasts through your blouse, thumbs brushing over your nipples. The dual sensations - Steve in your mouth, Bucky inside you and touching you - were overwhelming.
"Look at her, Buck," Steve's voice was thick with desire as he slowly thrust into your mouth. "Look at how well she's taking us both. Such a good little cockwarmer."
You whimpered around Steve's length, the praise sending another surge of arousal through you. Your body trembled with the effort of staying still, every muscle taut as you fought against the urge to move.
Bucky's hands continued their exploration, one sliding beneath your blouse to palm your breast directly. His thumb brushed over your nipple, making you gasp around Steve's cock.
"That's it," Steve encouraged, his grip in your hair tightening slightly. "Just relax and let us use you. This is what you're made for."
Tears pricked at your eyes, a mix of shame and arousal overwhelming you. You felt split open, exposed, caught between these two powerful men who seemed determined to consume and control you.
The plane suddenly hit a patch of turbulence, jostling everyone. You gasped and instinctively clenched around Bucky, causing him to groan. Steve's cock slipped from your mouth as you struggled to maintain your balance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" you began, panic rising in your chest.
"Shh, it's alright," Steve soothed, his hand gentle at the back of your neck. "That wasn't your fault."
Bucky's hands steadied you on his lap. "Deep breaths, little lark. You're doing so well."
Their unexpected gentleness made your eyes sting with unshed tears. You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself.
"Now, where were we?" Steve mused, guiding his cock back to your lips. "Open up, sweetheart."
You parted your lips obediently and Steve pushed in again, but even deeper into your mouth, the head of his cock nudging the back of your throat. Your jaw ached, stretched wide around his girth. Bucky's hands continued to roam your body, teasing and tormenting, while his cock remained buried inside you. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure and discomfort blurring together.
"Such a good girl," Steve murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Taking us both so well." You whimpered around his length, tears streaming down your cheeks. âGorgeous,â he added, letting his other hand play through your tear tracks.
The praise sent another surge of arousal through you, your body betraying you once again as you clenched around Bucky's cock. Bucky chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel how wet you are, little lark. Your body knows what it needs, even if youâre reluctant to accept your new life. But youâre dripping for us, desperate.â
You felt your face burn with shame at Bucky's words, knowing they were true. Despite your fear and uncertainty, your body was responding eagerly to their touch, craving more. Steve continued to thrust slowly into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. You struggled to breathe through your nose, tears streaming down your face.
"Look at me," Steve commanded softly. You raised your eyes to meet his intense gaze. "That's it. I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth."
A muffled whimper escaped you, the dual sensations of Steve's cock in your mouth and Bucky's inside you becoming consuming every fiber of your being, every ounce of your existence.
Steve's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more insistent. You struggled to keep up, your jaw aching as you tried to accommodate his impressive girth. His blue eyes, dark with desire, never left yours as he fucked your mouth with increasing fervor.
"That's it, little lark," he groaned, his voice low and gravelly. "Take it all."
You could feel him swelling, growing impossibly harder on your tongue. The taste of him intensified - salty, musky, undeniably male. Your senses were overwhelmed, filled with nothing but Steve and Bucky.
Steve's breathing grew ragged, his thrusts more erratic. "I'm close," he warned, his grip tightening in your hair. "You're going to swallow every drop, understand?"
You whimpered around his cock, tears streaming down your face.
Bucky's hands continued their torturous exploration of your body, one hand kneading your breast while the other slipped between your legs. His fingers found your clit, circling it with maddening lightness. You moaned around Steve's cock, your hips twitching involuntarily.
"Ah ah," Bucky chided, stilling his movements. You mewled in protest of losing his ministrations to your throbbing clit, but in the next instant, Steveâs hips jerked forward, and he groaned, burying his cock deep in your throat as he began to climax. The first pulse of his release hit the back of your throat, hot and thick. You struggled not to gag, tears streaming down your face as you fought to swallow around his length.
"That's it," Steve growled, his voice strained. "Take it all."
Wave after wave of his seed flooded your mouth, coating your tongue with its salty-sweet flavor. You swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the copious amount. Some escaped the corners of your lips, trickling down your chin.
Steve's hand tightened at the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he continued to empty himself into your mouth. The taste, the scent, the feeling of being so thoroughly used - it all overwhelmed your senses.
As Steve's release finally subsided, he slowly withdrew from your mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. You gasped for air, your jaw aching and your throat raw. Steve's thumb brushed over your swollen lips, smearing the mixture of his seed and your saliva.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. "You took it all so well."
Bucky's fingers resumed their torture of your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You trembled in his lap, fighting against the urge to move, to seek more friction.
"I think our little lark deserves a reward, don't you, Steve?" Bucky's voice was husky in your ear.
Steve nodded, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I couldn't agree more."
Before you could process what was happening, Bucky's hands gripped your hips, and he fucked up into you, violently, but you welcomed it with a debauched moan, clutching tightly to his shoulders as he drove into your aching, needy cunt.
Bucky's pace was relentless, his cock driving into you with bruising force. Your head fell back, a strangled cry escaping your lips as pleasure coursed through your body. The change from stillness to frenzied movement was jarring, overwhelming your senses.
Each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your head fell back, mouth open in a groan of ecstasy as he hit that perfect spot deep inside you. The cabin filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans.
"That's it, little lark," Bucky growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Sing for us. Let us hear your pretty sounds."
Steve's hand came to rest on your throat, not squeezing, just a gentle pressure. A reminder of his presence, of his control. "You're ours now," he murmured, his voice low and intense. "Every sound, every reaction - it all belongs to us."
You whimpered, caught between shame and arousal. Your body responded eagerly to their touches, to their words, even as your mind reeled with the implications of your new reality.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Taking Bucky's cock so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"
You couldn't form words, could only whimper and nod as Bucky continued his merciless assault on your senses. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
"Tell us," Bucky demanded, his grip on your hips tightening. "Tell us how much you love it."
"I-I love it!â you cried.
Without warning, Steve plunged a finger into your ass, and the shock and overwhelming sensation sent you careening into a blinding orgasm. The clenching and convulsion of your cunt made Bucky jerk and then drill into you even faster, spilling his release in height of your climax.
You didnât realize you were sobbing until Steve began soothing your back, petting up and down, cooing more soft praises as you struggled to stay coherent.
As the waves of your orgasm subsided, you collapsed against Bucky's chest, trembling and gasping for air. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and confusion, your body wrung out and oversensitive. Bucky's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he softened inside you.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You did so well."
Steve's hand continued its soothing motion along your back. "Beautiful," he added, his voice low and appreciative.
You felt tears pricking at your eyes again, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened and the conflicting emotions swirling within you. Shame, arousal, fear, and a strange sense of... belonging? It was all too much.
"Shh, it's alright," Steve soothed, sensing your distress. "Let it out.â
After a few more minutes, once your breathing had finally returned to normal, you pushed back from Buckyâs chest, and made to move off his lap.
He tsked at you and frowned.
"Not yet, little lark," Bucky murmured, keeping you firmly seated on his lap. "I want you to feel me inside you a bit longer. Let it sink in who you belong to now."
You shivered at his words, acutely aware of his softening cock still nestled within you, still so big inside you. Your body felt boneless, wrung out from the intensity of your orgasm, and the sticky mix of your combined spend was weeping slightly around his cock, and you could feel it.
Steve's hand came to rest on the back of your neck, a gentle but possessive touch. "We're going to take such good care of you," he reminded, his voice low and soothing. "You'll want for nothing."
You nodded weakly, unable to form words. Your mind was still reeling, trying to process everything that had happened. You felt fresh tears welling up, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation and your own conflicted emotions. Part of you wanted to fight, to rebel against this new reality they were forcing upon you. But another part - a part that grew stronger with each passing moment - craved their touch, their approval.
"Look at me," Steve commanded softly, finally taking the seat again next to Bucky.
Hesitantly, you raised your eyes to meet his intense gaze. His blue eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a hint of something else - possessiveness, perhaps even tenderness.
"You're ours now," he said, his voice low and firm. "Everything about you belongs to us - your body, your pleasure, your pain. We'll push you to your limits and beyond, but we'll also take care of you in ways you've never imagined."
You shivered at his words, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. Bucky's hands stroked soothingly along your sides, a stark contrast to the bruising grip he'd had on your hips moments ago.
"We know this is a lot to take in," Bucky murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "You'll learn to love it. To crave it."
As if to emphasize his point, he shifted slightly, and a soft moan left your lips.
Steve leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek. "Remember, little lark. Pleasure or pain - the choice is yours."
A shiver ran down your spine at his words. Bucky drew a finger over your sapphire pendant, and Steve kissed you, licking into your mouth to taste his tang on your tongue. He didnât relent until you were gasping for air. Then Bucky kissed your cheek, and Steve pushed your head gently down onto Buckyâs shoulder once more.
And the two resumed their business and idle chatter, while you floated away, exhausted, and your body gave way to peace while you could claim it.
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Watchful Eyes
CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU
read Bucky's story here
summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.
a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please donât be discouraged by the word count - I promise you itâs worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try đ)
word count: 10.8k
warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!
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âCan you start Monday?â
âI can start Monday.â
âPerfect.â
Holy fuckidy fuck fuck.Â
You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch. Â
It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEOâs of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things.Â
There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEOâs home.Â
The good thing - or bad thing, you werenât sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again.Â
â â â
It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person. Â
The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did.Â
The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away.Â
You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you.Â
âWho are you?â You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul.Â
Holy Shit.Â
Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer.Â
Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.
âIâm the new maid, sir. Iâm so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.â
Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadnât planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didnât mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasnât the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.
âWell Iâm here arenât I?â His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare.Â
âRight. Yes. Sorry. Iâll come back later.â You turned to leave again but he stopped you.
âNo need. I am on my way out.â The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.
âDonât snoop.â He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you werenât sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you.Â
Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.
The place was huge, youâd already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasnât dirty per se - just had the usual dust youâd expect in a place this size with only one person living in it.Â
You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started.Â
â â â
Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner.Â
âWhat ya doing, punk?â The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve.Â
âJust making sure things stay in order.â He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.
âHeard Nat got you a new maid.â Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. âThat her?â
His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement.Â
âSheâs pretty,â Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. âBut I bet you donât care anyway. Youâre all âdonât sell my stuffâ and âhaving things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassingâ. Wouldnât know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.â
âBecause it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they donât do the same.â Of course, Steve knew you were âprettyâ. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.
Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. âNonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.â And then he pushed off the sill. âI think itâs time for you to get laid again. And thatâs why Iâm a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.â
Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. âI donât need your wing-maning me. Iâm perfectly fine on my own.âÂ
âSure.â
âIâm serious, Buck.â
âYou can thank me later.â He stout towards the door. âYou know... after youâve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.â Bucky winked before his face disappeared again.Â
Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen.Â
As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly.Â
â â â
âWeâll get one more round of the good stuff.âÂ
âOf course Mr. Stark.â Tony winked and patted his waitressâs butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar.Â
Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid.Â
âGod, I love that thing,â Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.
âYou better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.â Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table.Â
âSo...â Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. âYou see anything you like?â He gestured at the bar where Tonyâs carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadnât made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City.Â
It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasnât feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease Iâm about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted.Â
Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat.Â
âOh, apparently you have...â Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steveâs crotch and back up just as fast. âWell then,â he leaned back with a satisfied grin. âWhich one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.âÂ
âJust shut up, punk.â
âOkay you donât have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.â He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. âYou better be in a good mood tomorrow.âÂ
Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with âthe good stuffâ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasnât that he didnât like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible.Â
But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasnât fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends.Â
He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Samâs kids and nephews rather than listen to Tonyâs latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction.Â
âEarth to Rogers,â Samâs finger snapped in front of Steveâs face. âWhat this Iâm hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?â
âShe sold his stuff on Craigslist.â Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them.Â
âYou arenât serious.âÂ
âI really liked that tie,â Steve grumbled into his cup.Â
âMan, Iâm glad I donât have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.âÂ
âYouâre rich, too, Sam.âÂ
Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasnât any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.
âWell, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But heâs refusing to see it.âÂ
Tony chuckled. âWell, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isnât it.âÂ
Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now.Â
âTo new maids that arenât selling your clothes on the internet then.â He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked.Â
And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation.Â
â â â
It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great.Â
By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You werenât surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogersâs apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which werenât. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldnât forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.
You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment. Â
Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite.Â
With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping youâd catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldnât spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogersâs daily schedule.Â
You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - youâd noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where youâd think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ânot snoopingâ you desperately wanted to do.Â
You knew better though.Â
People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible.Â
Of course, you didnât stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girlâs gotta do what a girlâs gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.
Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of womenâs underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so.Â
So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home.Â
â â â
Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work.Â
Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steveâs non-existent sex life, he couldnât imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home.Â
Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just werenât for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.
He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him.Â
The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it werenât for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasnât right.Â
Steve knew that you werenât usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary.Â
It was worrisome.Â
He couldnât place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him.Â
He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadnât seen in them before.
You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet.Â
âI am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didnât realize it was this late already.â You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. âIâll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.âÂ
Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didnât immediately snap back into the caster. âThe subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.â You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. âAnd do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital theyâre taking people? Because itâs so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didnât know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This wonât happen again I promise-â
âHey,â Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. âItâs alright.â He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. âAre you okay? Do you need a day off?âÂ
Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldnât believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock.Â
âNo... no, Iâm fine.â You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little.Â
âThen take a breath for me, please.â You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore.Â
You were fine - thatâs what you had said. But you didnât quite seem that way.Â
He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward.Â
âIâll clean this up real quick and then Iâll be out of your hair.âÂ
Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadnât been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasnât exactly what Bucky had meant by âinterestedâ, but Save decided it would do for now. âYou can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. Iâll be in my office for some time, so please donât rush. I didnât mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.âÂ
His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. âO- okay.â
He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall.Â
After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadnât welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didnât mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through.Â
Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back.Â
The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions.Â
He couldnât help himself, you were just so pretty.Â
The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasnât that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didnât know him well enough yet.Â
You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit.Â
âWell done,â Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise.Â
âWoah, didnât see you there, Sir.â You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didnât want that.Â
âWould you like some coffee?â He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage.Â
But you shook your head, raising your hands. âOh, I wouldnât want to intrude. Iâm sure youâve got work to do...â
âI wouldnât have asked if it were an inconvenience.âÂ
You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him.Â
âYou seem uncomfortable,â he tried, cautious not to intrude.Â
âIâm not. Itâs just that... Iâm not used to,â you gestured around the kitchen, âall this.âÂ
âI know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.â Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.
You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didnât feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didnât know if he could actually stand it for long.Â
âYou got this job through Buckyâs assistant, right?â
âNatasha, yes. Sheâs my best friend.â Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you.Â
âHow long have you known each other?â He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips.Â
âWeâve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. Itâs nice to have her back.â
âThat does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.â Steve smiled reminiscent.Â
âRight, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.â You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. âSorry, but itâs hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.â
Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didnât appreciate it... it just used to be simpler.Â
âYes, Bucky is my oldest friend... weâd lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.â
âYou donât mean that,â you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest heâd ever heard.Â
âOf course not.â He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool.Â
âI should go,â you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy.Â
This was definitely new.
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The next week was pure torture.Â
Steve couldnât work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldnât go to work later to at least catch a âgood morningâ from you.Â
It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there.Â
Steveâs work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.
It wasnât until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before.Â
âIâm headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?â Sharon popped her head through the door of Steveâs office after the knock she placed there.Â
Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. âSee you tomorrow.â
âBright and early!â She beamed and Steve just waved her off.Â
The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ânot suited for workâ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was.Â
Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell.Â
His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.Â
He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants.Â
âJesus Christ,â He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip.Â
His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video.Â
Steveâs eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress.Â
Steveâs fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer.Â
For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream.Â
Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst.Â
He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Â
Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now.Â
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âSo... howâs it going?â Natâs voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises.Â
âItâs going really good. I donât see him that often but heâs not messy at all, so itâs really not that bad.â
âGood, Iâm glad!â Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. âAnything you wanna tell me?â Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, come on, weâre stating the obvious here. Heâs hot!â
âNat!â You gasped appalled. âIâm not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.â
âWhy not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,â she stated plainly and shorty after a distant âYou got that right, doll!â was heard through your speaker.Â
âOh my god,â you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying.Â
âSo...?â
âOkay, yes heâs super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?â
âYes, very.â
You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Rogerâs apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. âGood. I canât believe I just made me say that out loud.â
âWe both know itâs true. No shame in a little crush.â You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?
âGreat, now Iâm actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,â You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks.Â
âI knew it!â
âNat, Iâll call you later.â
âOkay, but-â and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter.Â
You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. Youâd never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated.Â
Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again.Â
Happy one month!
Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.
Happy one month.
You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.
You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, youâd even said it out loud - how embarrassing!Â
âOkay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,â you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed.Â
âItâs not embarrassing if nobody saw. Iâm the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.â Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet.Â
âThis never happened,â you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. âJust move on with your day.âÂ
Thank god it wasnât kitchen day - you wouldnât be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.
With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work.Â
Itâs just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office.Â
Just like any other day...
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Boy, had you never been any more wrong.Â
Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadnât gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set.Â
But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good.Â
âHello?â
âGood evening!â Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. âI am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope Iâm not interrupting anything.â
âThatâs alright, what do you need?â You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogersâs assistant.
âWell, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?â
âWhat? When?â
âNow would be amazing.â Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldnât wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet.Â
âI can be there in thirty minutes,â you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end.Â
âAmazing! Thank you so much.â
She had hung you before you could even answer. It didnât matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate âgetting firedâ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk.Â
You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.
â â â
8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island.Â
Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didnât quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man youâd ever laid your eyes on.Â
âWhat did I do?â It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didnât need to see how worried you really were.Â
To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top.Â
âYou forgot your flowers.â
âMy... my flowers?â He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too.Â
âYes... I got you flowers. Youâve officially been working here for a month. Thatâs a record.â He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. âIâm... very picky.â
His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didnât miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didnât exactly say.Â
âSo, Iâm not fired.â God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now.Â
âOn the contrary.â Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. âI think I can trust you. Iâm very pleased with your work. You deserve them.â
âI do?â You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near.Â
âCan IÂ trust you?â
His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. âYe- Yes.â
âGood.â His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch.Â
Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display.Â
You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?
His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Rogerâs hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face.Â
So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well.Â
Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours.Â
Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently.Â
Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasnât the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace.Â
No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air.Â
Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his.Â
âYouâre very good at this.â
He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. âUp.â He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âI'm gonna show you how good I am at this.âÂ
Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one youâd secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you werenât scared.
âYou know how long Iâve wanted to do this?â His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. âIâve been watching you,â he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine.Â
âI knew it,â you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient.Â
âThe way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?â A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. âYou need somebody to take care of you, huh.âÂ
You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. âAh, yes.â
âDonât worry, Bambi, Iâm right here. Iâll take real good care of you.â His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them.Â
You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. âSo needy.â
His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core.Â
âFeel so good, so big,â you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world.Â
âYou canât wait any longer, can you, Bambi?â His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. âBut I get it. I donât wanna wait any longer, either.âÂ
In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. âSo pretty.âÂ
âI need you,â you whined, âneed you so bad.âÂ
âBelieve me, I need you too.â He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect, you know that.â You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind.Â
âOh, god.â A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out.Â
âThis isnât enough, is it, Bambi?â He dragged a strong finger up your spine. âYou need me to fill you all the way up, donât you? Need me to mark you, show everyone youâre mine.â
âYes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.â You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldnât wait to feel him raw - youâd let him do anything.Â
You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasnât perfect about him?
âYouâre so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, arenât you? Youâll suck me right in, I just know it.â
âPlease! I wanna feel all of you.â Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you.Â
His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure.Â
He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. âRelax, baby girl. Youâre so tight. Youâll be so stuffed with me.â
âI need you de-. I- ah just please!â
He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs.Â
You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. âGripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?â He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him.Â
âI can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.â
âFuck.â Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm.Â
âIâm so close already, sir. Iâm-â
âFucking call me Steve,â he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. âYou gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?â
You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating.Â
âI-âAnother scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again.Â
âThat was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? Iâm so fucking close.â
His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder.Â
ââS too much! Ah!â You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.
âYouâre doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.â He kissed your neck and bit your skin. âSo fucking beautiful, howâd I get so lucky?â
âSteve!â You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach.Â
âIâm almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.â His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. âDonât you fucking cum until I say so.â
âI donât know if I-â
âYes, you can!â Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind.Â
âIâm gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. Youâre mine.â
âSteve! Steve!â You couldnât hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer.Â
âWait. Almost there.â
âI canât. I canât! Iâm- Oh my god!â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.â With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. âCumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.â He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest.Â
Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you.Â
âYou did so good.â His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. âNow, rest. You deserve it.â
And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.
â â â
Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.
He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you werenât there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him.Â
A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe youâd gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure.Â
But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication youâd show up soon. Steve really couldnât push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone.Â
âGood morning, Sharon.âÂ
âGood morning, Mr. Rogers. Iâm just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.â
âWhat? Until when?â
âShe didnât say. But sheâll call when she is better.â
âDo you know what she has?â
âI believe thatâs private. Mr. Rogers.â
Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head.Â
âWould you be so kind so send me her number?â He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away.Â
âOf course, one second.â And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant.Â
âThank you.â Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as.Â
Steve didnât hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker.Â
âHello?â
Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful.Â
âMr Rogers,â you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Whyâd you stop?
âYes... I heard youâre sick. Do you need anything?â He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didnât want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning.Â
âNo, no. Iâm good thank you.â There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didnât understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?
âWell... I hope you are able to come back soon.â
You huffed into the phone. âUh, yes. Okay.â
âAlright, then. Iâll see you.â
âIâll see you.â
And then the line went dead. And Steve couldnât shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...
â â â
Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you werenât going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didnât happen of course.
So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasnât exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts.Â
First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m.Â
It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, heâd go insane.
His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything.Â
The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door âdingâ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud.Â
Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited youâd shown up - visibly well and healthy that was.Â
You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didnât know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to -Â he wanted to so badly.Â
His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom.Â
He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard.Â
âWhat are you doing?â His voice was higher than he anticipated.Â
âIâm working,â you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off.Â
âWhy?â Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.
You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. âIâm working because, unlike other people, I canât just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,â you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.
Though, Steve couldnât quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? Youâd said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didnât make sense.
Steve didnât move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by.Â
You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldnât quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead.Â
In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.
Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on hisâ
*smack*
His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin.Â
âYou donât have to mock me, okay?! I know itâs embarrassing and itâs stupid what we did, so please donât make this more difficult.â
âWhat?â Steve was baffled, hurt.Â
It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra.Â
âJust leave me alone. Donât you have work to do?â
He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - heâd never do that. âI called in sick. I was so... forget it.â
You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldnât stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey heâd only use you.Â
âCan I ask you a question?â You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. âDo you really regret what we did?â
Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them.Â
âNo,â you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat.Â
He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. Heâd come this far and didnât want to mess it all up again. âThen why are you ignoring me?â
âI'm not ignoring you.â It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. âWe donât know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre you and Iâm just the maid.â You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasnât right.Â
He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. âAnd what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?â Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. âI like you. And the nightâ ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.âÂ
He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. âPlease say something, Bambi.â
âYou like me?â There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist.Â
Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. âI do.â
He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much.Â
His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you.Â
The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation.Â
Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldnât possibly believe youâd doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldnât need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.
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The Imperfect Couple - 3
Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader
Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.
Warning: The couple's arguments could be triggering.
A/N: Steve Rogers is older than Bucky here.
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You arrived at the new apartment, feeling a small sense of relief for finally being under a different roof than Carolineâs. The thought of enduring the same torture as before made your skin crawl.
As you settled in, you broke the silence. âYour mom offered the attorney to us.â You remembered how you had insisted the divorce attorney make it as quick and painless as possible. âWhy didnât you finalize it?â
Buckyâs gaze remained steady. âNot once did I think you were actually going to leave me.â
âThereâs no marriage between us,â you shot back, your voice sharp. âIf youâd finalized it, you couldâve easily married a woman your mother approved of.â
Flashback Start
You recalled every time Caroline mentioned another womanâs name as if they were more suited for Bucky. âYou know, Rachel just graduated summa cum laude from Harvard in social politics,â she had said at the rehearsal dinner.
Then, on your wedding day, as you and Bucky sat together, trying to enjoy the celebration, Caroline approached, holding hands with a stunning woman. âBucky, look whoâs here? Katherine just arrived from London.â
Carolineâs voice dripped with approval. âBoth of them went to the same law school.â
You clenched the fork in your hand so hard you thought it might snap.
Why the hell was she introducing another woman to you on your wedding night?
Did she expect you and Bucky to have a threesome with Katherine?
From that moment, you knew your placeâan outsider who didnât come from the pedigree Caroline so desperately wanted for her son.
When you finally left the house, you remembered her raising her champagne glass with a smirk. âI always knew you werenât the one.â
Flashback End
âThey need someone with a spotless record,â Bucky said, breaking you from your thoughts.
You stood there, your emotions a mix of anger and disbelief.
âIâm not making excuses for you. I know the old me wasnât good enough, that I couldnât be the man you could rely on,â he admitted, his voice thick with regret.
He looked at you with a desperation that caught you off guard. âYou could poison my drink, stab me in my sleep. I wouldnât fight it. Iâd let you.â
His eyes, usually so confident and composed, were now filled with a deep, pained sincerity. The weight of his guilt seemed to crush him, and the shadows of remorse darkened his features. His hands trembled slightly, betraying the calm facade he tried to maintain.
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. How could he say that so casually? What kind of twisted love was this?
âThatâs how much I need you,â he confessed, his eyes never leaving yours.
âYouâre using me,â you accused, your voice shaking with a mix of fury and sadness.
Bucky didnât deny it. âLike I said, itâs a business relationship. But Iâve trusted you from the beginning. Put my faith in you.â
He reached out, taking your hands in his, holding them together like a prayer. âAnd I hope we can work together. Itâs a once-in-a-lifetime chance to work in the White House.ââ
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The following day, you met Steve, the future Presidential candidate. He greeted you warmly, his genuine smile easing some of the tension you felt. Youâd met Steve and his wife, Peggy, a few times beforeâhonest people who never treated you like you didnât belong. Steve had even defended you whenever Caroline or others looked down on you for not being in the same league as them.
"Iâm so glad youâre here," Steve said, clasping your hand. "When did you arrive?"
You chuckled softly. "Well, when three Secret Service agents showed up at my door, who was I to say no?"
Steve chuckled too, though there was a hint of awkwardness in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly. "Letâs talk."
You walked together, the air thick with unspoken words. "I know itâs difficult for you to be here. I owe you big time," Steve began sincerely. He had witnessed your marriage crumble, and despite his and Peggyâs best efforts to support you and Bucky, things had fallen apart.
You sighed. "What confuses me is, why me? He couldâve chosen another woman, someone way more qualified."
Steve leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "To be honest, I think youâre the best option. He probably wonât show it, but Bucky was happy when he heard you were coming."
You scoffed, glancing over at Bucky, who was watching the two of you from a distance. "Impossible."
As you scanned the room, you spotted someone familiarâyour brother, Tim. Excusing yourself from Steve, you made your way over to him.
"Iâm glad youâre here," Tim said, his voice filled with warmth, though his eyes carried a weight of their own.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "I canât believe you. You knew what I went through, and yet youâre working with him? You sucked up to him."
"Look at me," Tim said firmly.
You glanced down at him, seeing the determination in his gaze.
"Whoâs going to hire a disabled person like me?" Tim who seated on his wheelchair, his voice wavered slightly as he spoke. He had been born with both legs, but when bone cancer struck his left leg, the doctors recommended amputation to stop it from spreading. That surgery had shattered his dreams of becoming a professional tennis player.
"It was James who offered me a job," he emphasized, "with a high salary."
Tim continued, "You can keep your anger, but face it, Y/Nâthey wonât pay the bills. For people like me, I need more money to survive in this world."
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Bucky appeared beside you.
"Hi, Tim."
"Hey," Tim replied.
"I'm going to steal your sister for a bit." Bucky turned to you. "Our next schedule is coupleâs therapy," he said, his voice calm but authoritative, cutting the conversation short.
You hated this part. The thought of attending therapy with Bucky made your stomach twist with unease. You shot Tim one last look, a mixture of concern and frustration in your eyes, before following Bucky out of the room.
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As you and Bucky sat across from Aiden, the therapist, the atmosphere was thick with unresolved tension. The room was simple yet comfortable, with soft, neutral tones that were supposed to be calming but did little to ease the storm of emotions swirling within you. You could feel the weight of Bucky's presence beside you, a familiar heaviness that both comforted and suffocated you.
Aiden leaned forward, his expression neutral but attentive. "So, what are you feeling right now?"
You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your voice laced with frustration and exhaustion. "I donât think I have the courage to live another day in his family. His mother is the devil spawn. Even seeing her shadow triggers me." The words spilled out of you, raw and unfiltered, a reflection of the years of pain and resentment you'd kept bottled up.
Aiden nodded, his gaze shifting to Bucky. "And what about you, Mr. Barnes?"
Bucky's eyes remained fixed on a spot on the floor, his voice steady but lacking its usual conviction. "I didnât think that way. As long as we stick together, we can get through everything." There was a hint of desperation in his tone, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you.
You turned to look at him, disbelief and anger simmering beneath your calm facade. "From the beginning, we shouldâve never gotten married. You only focus on yourself, never bothering to look behind you. Me, trying my best to fit into your circles."
Your voice wavered, the painful truth of your words cutting through the silence like a knife. You had always known you were out of his leagueâyoung and innocent, believing that love could conquer all.
But you had been wrong, and the reality of that mistake was too much to bear.
His motherâs voice echoed in your mind, the countless times sheâd told you that you werenât good enough, that you didnât deserve him.
"Your mother was right. I donât deserve you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Buckyâs expression tightened, his guilt etched into every line of his face. "Iâm sorry. I really am sorry." His voice cracked, the weight of his regret finally breaking through.
He had never wanted thisâto see you hurt, to see you broken because of him and his family. But the damage was done, and the guilt gnawed at him, relentless and unforgiving.
Aiden observed the exchange, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke. "I see that youâre the victim here, maâam. And your former mother-in-law is the main reason why." He glanced at Bucky, his voice firm. "Mr. Barnes, your mother hurt her deeply, and now you must do everything in your power to make amends."
Bucky nodded, his voice thick with emotion. "I will. I'll do anything to erase the hurt youâve received from her." The sincerity in his voice was palpable, but it was clear that the guilt weighed heavily on him. He had failed to protect you, to shield you from his motherâs venom, and that failure haunted him.
Aidenâs voice softened, but there was a steely resolve in his words. "Use this pain, both of you. Let it fuel you to confront Caroline, to reclaim your strength. Donât let her win. Turn this pain into power."
As you sat there, the enormity of the situation began to sink in. You had been through so much, and the path ahead was uncertain. You had expected to loathe the coupleâs therapy, but surprisingly, it turned out to be a beneficial experience.
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After the couple's therapy, the silence between you and Bucky was palpable, each of you grappling with the raw emotions that had surfaced.
The therapy had stripped away your filters, leaving you both exposedâyour anger and frustration flowing freely. Bucky remained stoic, absorbing your harsh words with an almost resigned patience.
Returning to the Barnes household, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The room was filled with Buckyâs family: his parents, Julius and Caroline; his brother, Shawn, who struggled with cocaine and felt diminished by his inability to meet Carolineâs lofty expectations; and Hazel, Buckyâs sister and Nateâs mother.
Hazel, having felt overshadowed as the spare child, had chosen a career in fashion to escape the constant comparison to Bucky, who was seen as the golden child.
You couldnât help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Shawn and Hazel, both of whom shared your misery under Carolineâs disdain. But that sympathy was tempered by their enjoyment of watching you suffer, thanks to their motherâs contempt.
Greg, a family friend, was the bearer of the news that the whole family would attend the upcoming convention event.
âI donât think itâs a good idea,â you said firmly, your tone clipped.
âWhy⌠why?â Greg asked, confused.
Caroline rolled her eyes in exasperation. âHere we go.â
Bucky tried to interject, âDonâtâŚâ
You cut him off with a steely gaze. âAfter that consultation, you still want to continue this?â
Caroline's eyes narrowed. âI knew we couldnât trust her.â
Shawn chuckled, and Hazel remained indifferent.
âQuiet,â Julius commanded, his voice brooking no argument. The room fell silent.
With a sense of finality, you approached Caroline. âYouâre so jealous of me,â you said, your voice dripping with disdain.
Carolineâs eyes widened, a mixture of anger and shock. âWhat are you talking about?â
âBecause you know Iâm going to get what you canât have,â you smirked, savoring the moment. âBeing the wife of the Vice President.â
âYou bitch,â Caroline spat, something snapped inside her. Deep down, you were rightâshe was jealous of you. You were younger, smarter, and luckier. It was her dream to be in your position, but now it seemed like she had paved the way for you instead. Whatâs worse, you didnât fit her criteria at all. She felt you didnât deserve this.
Without warning, Caroline lunged at you, grabbing your hair. The two of you were soon locked in a fierce struggle, yanking each otherâs hair and grappling with a fury that left no room for remorse. The physical confrontation was liberating, an outlet for all the anger you had been holding back.
You felt no fear and no guilt towards the seventy-year-old woman. At last, you could release all the anger you had been holding in.
Waiting for karma takes too long, and you canât expect God to do all the work. So you took this chance to give her a lesson she wonât forget.
âStop! STOP!â Bucky and Juliusâs voices cut through the chaos as they tried to separate you. Shawn and Hazel, their faces a mix of curiosity and apathy, slowly backed away from the scene.
It was a struggle to pry you apart; Caroline, in her rage, was more unruly and disheveled compared to your own controlled fury.
âHufft,â you adjusted your disheveled dress and hair, glaring at Caroline with a fierce, triumphant look. âYou know what? I hope your son wins, so I can rub my new position right in your face.â
Carolineâs expression was one of shock and fury, her face a portrait of someone who had been dealt a blow she wasnât prepared for. Her eyes were wild with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
âYouâre absolutely right,â you looked at Bucky, your voice steady. âItâs a once-in-a-lifetime chance to live in the White House.â
Carolineâs gritted her teeth.
âIf the world wants to see us as a happily married couple,â you said with a cold smile, âIâll give them the most blissful marriage theyâve ever seen. Itâll be the kind of marriage everyone talks about when they mention a perfect union.â
Buckyâs eyes widened in surprise at your cold declaration. For a moment, he was stunned, but as he processed your words, admiration and pride flickered across his face. He straightened, a hint of a smile forming, clearly impressed by your bold resolve and newfound strength.
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ohhh could i please request super soldiers little angels au where reader is in babyspace while peter is regressed maybe to around 4 or 5 so steve & bucky teach him how to take care of reader and be a good big brotherđĽşđ
Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!peter
Warnings: age regression
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Steve was bouncing you around in the kitchen while Peter and Bucky were already sitting at the table eating their breakfast. Whenever he tried to set you down you would start whining instantly and demanding to be held again.
Steve and Bucky exchanged glances and both knew you were in a smaller headspace today given your current behavior.
Peter stopped shoveling pancakes in his mouth to see how you were sucking mindlessly on your paci, your eyes dropping close here and there.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, buddy?" Bucky stopped looking through the newspaper to give him his full attention.
"Is bunny otay?" he asked pointing at you and Steve.
"Bunny is in babyspace today. You know what that means?" Bucky asked him and Peter nodded his head quickly.
"She baby?"
"Correct, she's feeling a lot smaller than usual and that means you have to be more careful with her today. Dada and I are gonna show you how to take care of her, okay?" he explained and took you from Steve's arms, moving you so you're facing Peter.
You babbled happily and made grabby hands for your Petie. As your daddies were talking with each other Peter made it his mission to entertain you, doing funny faces or letting you play with his hands.
"We have to go grocery shopping soon." Steve reminded his husband, closing the fridge with a sigh. "Oh, and I-"
Both caregivers attention got drawn to you and Peter when they heard him yelp, seeing you pulling on his hair slightly.
"Ow ow ow! daddy help!" he winced and Bucky de-tangled your hand from the poor boys hair.
"No pulling, Doll." he chided you, making you flat your hand and pat Peter's head gently a few times.
"Can we go pway now?" Peter asked, his breakfast already finished.
"Sure, buddy, but remember to be gentle with her."
He nodded and got up from his chair to pick you up from Bucky's lap, carrying you to your guys playroom.
Throughout the day Peter was determined to look after you, carrying you everywhere, talking with you even though he sometimes doesn't understand your babbling.
Sometime around lunch you were both watching inside out in the living room, cuddling on the couch. You were laying between Peter's legs with your back against his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you snugly.
Steve and Bucky had just finished making you both some lunch, small cut sandwiches with some fruits for Peter and for you a bottle since you're too little today for solid food.
They entered the living room, completely in awe at the sight of you both snuggling peacefully.
"Time for lunch." Steve announced in a quiet voice, not wanting to disrupt the current atmosphere as he and Bucky approached.
Peter perked up at that, smiling. "Can I feed bunny?"
"Sure. If you don't forget to eat yourself you can hold the bottle for her." Bucky smiled, handing him the bottle as Steve placed Peter's plate on the armrest beside him.
Peter adjusted you a little, pulling your paci out of your mouth and quickly putting the rubber of the bottle between your lips before you could protest. Steve corrected the way he held the bottle for you, raising the boy's hand a little so the bottle is tilted upwards. As you began to suckle he started eating as well, focusing back on the tv.
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Their girl
Summary: Your boss doesnât even know your name. This doesnât keep his guests from finding interest in you.
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader x Mobster!Steve Rogers
Warnings: shy reader, tension, awkwardness, fluff, polyamory, love-struck mobsters
A/N: The sequel no one expected to get.
Catch up here: The nameless girl
True to their words, Steve and Bucky stood in front of your apartment the next evening.
They prepared everything for your date while you spent the better part of the day looking for a new job.
This couldnât be real. And you believed they wanted to make fun of you by inviting you for dinner like one of the beautiful girls from the club.Â
âHello doll,â Bucky lazily leaned in your door frame. He offered a bouquet of daisies to you and called you a pretty mouse.
âSweet mouse,â Steve grinned and offered a single red rose to you, âyou lookâŚstunning.â They both looked dashing in their expensive suits, and polished shoes.Â
âI-sorry. Iâm not ready yet andâŚâ you nervously babbled. Still, in your oversized Peanuts shirt and sweatpants, you looked ridiculous next to them. âI didnât think youâd show.â
âWhy?â Bucky furrowed his brows. He looked a little hurt at your words. âWhyâd you think we would not keep our word and come here to court you.â
âI,â you dropped your gaze, afraid you angered the two of them. âMen like you donât usually pay attention to someone like me. Iâm shy, meek, and a grey mouse in contrast to the dancers at the club.â
âDoll,â Bucky pushed the flowers in Steveâs hands so he could cup your face with both hands. âIf we say we want to take you out,â he leaned closer to look you deep in the eyes. âWe mean what we say. We want to take you out. Not one of the girls at the club nor anyone else.â
You sniffled and murmured an apology. It was strange to you that two men tried to get your attention. Life taught you that most men only like a pretty façade.
Many guys you met didnât care if a girl was selfish, dumb, or had the worst character as long as they were pretty enough to get their attention.Â
âY/NÂ donât apologize. I know we can be a bit overwhelming and intense,â Steve smirked when your eyes darted toward him. âBuck, tell her how much we like her.â
âVery much,â Bucky purred your name. He swiped his thumb over your lower lip only to groan deeply when you licked over his thumb and lightly sucked on it. âFuck, Stevie. We got a dirty little mouse here.â
âOh?â Steve watched you look at his friend like you were in a trance. âSheâs such a cute surprise. Who would've thought weâd find our queen among all those boring girls.â
Bucky pecked your temple, making you sigh at the slightest touch of his lips. âWe got lucky,â he said. âSheâs one in a million.â
Steve chuckled at his friendâs eagerness. âHow about we invite you for dinner at our home, Y/N. You can wear your cute shirt and sweatpants. We can have a sleepover and have dinner at the restaurant tomorrow.â
âWe also got a job offer for you, doll,â Bucky whispered against your temple. âWe got a free position in our organization.â
âBuck, that was a surprise!â Steve tutted but smirked when your eyes lit up. Losing your job at Clintâs club got you into trouble. Your landlord wants his money on time, not weeks or months later. âWhat do you say, doll? Do you want to come with us?â
âNo.â
âNo?â Bucky backpaddled at your answer. He looked you up and down, wondering if he misheard. âDid you say no?â
You took a deep breath and gathered all the courage you could muster and looked Bucky straight in the eyes.Â
âI donât want to sound ungrateful, Mr. Barnes,â you confidentially said, even though, your voice trembled, âbut you are still strangers to me. I cannot go with you, to a place I donât know. Iâm shy, not crazy.â
âAw, sheâs even cuter than I thought,â Steve chuckled at your little outburst. âYouâre right, Y/N. We will wait outside of your apartment for you to get ready like gentlemen. Please excuse our forwardness.â
âSteve and I will take you out for dinner and drive you back home. We can talk about the job offer on our way to the restaurant. Only if you want to, of course,â Bucky pouted and held out his hand. âPlease donât leave us hanging.â
âIâll be right back,â you excused yourself and closed the door behind you, exhaling deeply. Your knees shook, but you were also proud of yourself for standing up against Steve and Bucky.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other, smirking for a second before they chuckled.Â
âSheâs so cute when mad,â Bucky laughed. âGod, it makes me wild imagining her squirming underneath me while I take her apart. She will whimper my name and beg me to fill her up and breed her. But not before I ate her sweet cunt.â
Steve laughed. âYouâre a horny dog.â
âSays the man running around with a boner since he laid eyes on our sweet mouse,â Bucky bit back. âI hope you know Iâll have her first. She will melt in my arms.â
âI hope you know Y/N is not like the other girls you easily wrapped around your fingers.â
âI know,â the brunette smirked. âThatâs what I like about her, Steve. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that things would be different with Y/N. Itâs exciting, isnât it?â
âPhew, you got it bad for her,â Steve whistled.
âYou are no better,â Bucky snickered. âI know you want to make her ours. Do not deny it. Youâre in too deep yourself.â
Both men waited patiently for you to join them outside of your apartment. They offered their arm to you, acting like gentlemen while guiding you toward their car.
The ride toward the restaurant was both, exciting and a little scary. You got into a car with two strangers promising to make you their queen.
Steve held the door to the restaurant open for you while Bucky guided you inside.
âYouâll love the restaurant,â Bucky said as he pulled the chair for you. âDid I already tell you that you look beautiful tonight, doll?â
âThank you,â you stammered. You didnât know if he meant what he said. Your sky-blue mini-dress was far from elegant. While all the other women at the restaurant looked like they came straight out of a fashion magazine, you felt underdressed. âItâs newâŚâ
âI like that color on you,â Steve cupped your chin with one hand to tilt your head. âItâs cute and sweet.â You gasped feeling his lips press against the corner of your mouth. âJust like you.â
Buckyâs features darkened when you leaned into his friendâs touch.
âShall we eat, doll?â He pulled a chair for you, making your heart flutter. âSteve was right, Y/N. You look beautiful in your dress. Did you buy it only for us?â
You giggled and dropped your gaze. âNo,â you lied. âI bought it some weeks ago.â
âAw, our doll believes she can lie to us, Buck,â Steve flashed you a stunning smile. âWe know that you wanted to look pretty for us, Y/N. Itâs not a bad thing you want to impress us. We did the same. Bucky spent two hours in his closet to find the perfect suit only to drive to town and buy a new one.â
âSteve did the same,â Bucky grabbed a chair and moved it closer to your seat. âHe just likes to make everyone believe he looks good in everything without effort, including a potato sack.â
Steve grinned and ran one hand down his chest. âIâd rock that potato sack, Barnes. You know that.â
âI bet you would,â you murmured while eyeing Steve. He looked damn good in his suit and knew it. Men like him and Bucky always know how handsome they are. âYouâre both very handsome.â
âBaby, you donât have to stroke Steveâs ego,â Bucky moved his hand to your thigh to tickle your skin. âItâs already over the top. How about you stroke mine.â
âI think yours is over the top too,â you replied and gave him a tiny smirk before clearing your throat. âSoâŚcan we talk about the job now? You got me fired last night.â
âStraight to the point. I like it,â Steve grabbed the remaining chair and moved closer to yours too. He sat down only to place his hand on your other thigh. âWe need someone to take care of our paperwork for our more legal business.â
âWe need someone we can trust. Steve and I are rather bored when doing office work. You on the other hand have a lot of experience,â Bucky toyed with the hem of your dress while telling you more about the position you always dreamed of.
âHow do you know about my work experience?â
âBaby doll, we are enchanted by you. This doesnât mean we let a wolf in sheepâs clothing inside the inner circle of our business.â Steve pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you sigh. âIf you want the job, itâs yours.â
Bucky mirrored his partner. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, lips nipping at the soft skin. âOh, and the best is. You can bang your bossesâŚâ
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A concept that breaks my heart: imagine Bucky that eats like he doesnât know where his next meal will be coming from because, for the longest time, he didnât.Â
But nobody on the team knows because he never eats with them.
All it took was some absentminded comment from Sam the first time Bucky ate with him and Steve about how Bucky ate his hamburger in like 5 seconds. Sam didnât really mean anything by it, he was just joking around, but Bucky got incredibly self-conscious about the way he eats and stopped eating in front of everybody, Steve included.
Every time the team was eating together, heâd say he wasnât hungry or make up some excuse to get out of it but even if he couldnât, heâd eat the bare minimum only to then sneak into the kitchen later when it was empty, make more food and then eat it in his room.Â
You yourself only joined the Avengers recently, so youâve never seen Bucky during meals with the whole team.Â
But you donât think too much of it, he always says he doesnât need to eat as much which is a little weird because Steve is also a supersoldier and eats three times as much food as everybody else because of his faster metabolism, but Buckyâs serum was made by Hydra so, like everybody else, you just assume it allows him to operate with less need for sustenance which would make him a more efficient soldier.Â
But, being a person that likes to observe more than you like to talk, you start noticing small things about Bucky that no one else seems to.
It all started when he let a compliment slip about some cookies that you made for the team, which was weird because after the lunch where you all ate them as dessert, which Bucky was once again absent from, the rest of them disappeared from the kitchen less than an hour later. You assumed it was Sam, Steve, Clint and Thor since all of them always finish the things you bake, but clearly it was Bucky.
So, he does eat. You start noticing more and more Bucky sneaking around the Compound here and there and one day you canât help but give into the curiosity and follow him to the kitchen where you see him making himself food and then sneak back to his room.Â
You donât tell anybody though, or even bring it up with the man himself, instead you start saving food from meals so Bucky wonât have to make it himself and leave it out for him with notes so heâll know theyâre for him and nobody else will eat them.Â
It takes Bucky a little bit to figure out whoâs doing it, but when he finds out itâs not Steve like he suspected but you, the pretty newbie that heâs barely even talked to since you joined, to say heâs surprised is an understatement.Â
But he canât bring himself to confront you about it because he knows itâll open up a whole can of worms about his eating habits and heâs too self-conscious about that to bring it up, so instead he starts leaving notes back every time he takes the food, addressed to you.
Now imagine this goes on for weeks, maybe months even, until one day Bucky builds up the courage to show up at one of the team meals and acts as casually as he can manage as he sits down and starts to eat. Nobody says anything or even acknowledges his unusual presence because, unbeknownst to Bucky, youâve scolded everybody that tried to bring up Buckyâs eating habits over the last few months.Â
When you join the table after Bucky, as soon as you notice him all you do is grin and sit down before you start eating your own food. This is the first time Buckyâs ever actually seen you eat and his eyes widen when he sees you eat like a prisoner sentenced to death, but nobody else seems surprised or even that bothered. The entire team is used to it by now and they couldnât care less, much to Buckyâs surprise.
âYou⌠Always eat like that?â Bucky asks quietly before he can stop himself, worried about offending you the second the words leave his mouth.
But, once again, much to his surprise, you look up at him with a smile and nod unapologetically. âYeah, my dad always used to say âWhatever you do, do it a hundred percent.â That means when you work, work. When you laugh, laugh. And when you eat⌠Eat like itâs your last meal.â
Bucky looks at you with a blank expression for all of five seconds before his face breaks into a goofy grin. Not only did he already find you pretty and adorable, but after hearing you say that he thinks youâre the most attractive woman heâs ever known, even if youâre currently stuffing your face like thereâs no tomorrow.
Imagine little by little Bucky starts feeling more and more comfortable eating around others, until eventually he joins every meal the team has together. And, when theyâre all doing their own thing, he still asks you to have lunch or dinner with him and the two of you crackle at the other eating like a pig, not one hint of shame in either of you.
Anyway, just a thought.
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