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societyfolklore · 3 days ago

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Not Ready Yet

Title: Not Ready Yet Pairing: Steve Roger x Female Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers has been nothing but the perfect gentleman- sweet, attentive, patient. He’s made you feel special from the moment you met, like something rare and cherished. So when he finally invites you over for dinner after two months of slow-burning romance, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t…

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Dom!Steve, Vaginal Fisting, Gentleman-to-Deviant Vibe (Soft Dom-to-Darker Shift), Size Kink & Super Soldier Strength, Manipulation (Soft-Edged, Coaxing Control), Dubious Consent, Pleasure-Drunk, Praise Kink, Your Naive but Steve is Calculated, Internal Conflict (Bliss-to-Dread Arc), Overstimulation, Pain & Stretching (Mixed with Pleasure), Aftercare Used to Maintain Power, alcohol Mention (Wine During Dinner)

A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo�� for April Kinky Bingo... this one was something else.. Square: A2- Fisting Card Number: KB003

You had never felt so cherished in your life.

Steve Rogers was everything they said he was, and more. Gallant. Polite. A little shy, even. The kind of man who bought fresh flowers from the Saturday market just because he thought of you when he passed them. Who walked you home every time you went out together. Who kissed you on the cheek that first night, even when you'd leaned in hopeful, wanting, to meet his lips.

It had taken three dates for him to finally kiss you properly. But when he had? You'd felt it in your bones. Like your body had been waiting for it, your skin leaning in before your mind could even catch up. That first real kiss had been soft, reverent, almost hesitant and yet it lingered in your memory like something carved into marble.

You’d been seeing him for a little over two months now. Slow and steady. Holding hands, forehead kisses, flirty looks. And then tonight- tonight, he invited you to his place for dinner.

The idea that something might happen tonight left a flutter of nerves dancing in your belly. You weren’t sure what to expect, but everything about Steve made you feel safe. Respected. Treasured. If anyone was going to be your first in this new relationship, you were glad it would be him.

When you arrived, he greeted you at the door with a soft smile and a warm kiss. The table was already set. The apartment smelled amazing- garlic, herbs, something comforting and homey wafting in from the kitchen. The lighting was low, the music quiet and jazzy in the background. You felt wrapped in a cocoon of calm.

He’d made grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and some kind of lemony couscous that was surprisingly addictive. Not too heavy. Just right. He poured you wine, told stories that made you laugh, reached across the table to touch your hand or tuck your hair behind your ear. Every move was effortless. Intimate.

By the time the plates were cleared and you were curled up beside him on the couch, your chest was warm with wine and quiet wanting. Every part of the evening had been like something out of a dream- his arm curled around your shoulders, your cheek resting on his chest, the subtle way his fingers traced lazy circles on your arm. The soft jazz playing from his record player gave the moment a haze of golden nostalgia. You felt drunk- but not from the wine. From him. From the weight of his presence and the way it wrapped around you like something you could sink into and never climb back out of.

The kisses started sweet- just lips brushing lips. Then longer, deeper. The kind of kisses that made your heart race and your thighs clench. His hand slid to your hip, your thigh, the small of your back, always steady, always sure. His body was so much bigger than yours, all heat and strength and solidity, and yet he touched you like he thought you might break. Like he was holding something rare and delicate.

You expected him to guide you gently to the bedroom, maybe with a soft smile and an outstretched hand. Maybe he’d whisper something tender, lace your fingers together, and lead you into the next chapter of this perfect, storybook evening.

But when he picked you up? When he rose from the couch with you in his arms like you weighed nothing, like he’d been waiting for the moment to show you just how strong he really was?

Your heart all but stopped.

You clutched at his shoulders, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. His body was everything you imagined and more- solid, warm, impossibly strong. Your fingers curled instinctively over the thick muscle of his shoulders, feeling the effortless strength in the way he held you. His chest was broad and firm beneath your cheek, rising and falling in a steady rhythm, like nothing in the world could shake him.

But he didn’t falter. Didn’t tease. His movements were purposeful, sure- like your body was meant to be in his arms, like it belonged there. He held you with the same reverence he gave you when he looked at you across candlelit tables and brought you fresh flowers- only now there was heat threaded through it. A quiet intensity.

You could feel the flex of his biceps with every shift of his arms, the stability in his grasp as his large hands supported you with perfect ease. The sheer size of him around you made you feel small, delicate- utterly encompassed. His warmth bled into you, wrapping around your spine, your ribs, your heart.

As he carried you through the apartment, you found yourself clutching tighter, unsure if you were afraid of falling or simply overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely handled. The hallway lights cast a golden glow over his profile, and the sound of your own heartbeat filled your ears.

He carried you like you were something fragile. Like something he owned. Like something he was finally claiming.

"You okay?" he murmured, glancing down at you as he pushed open the bedroom door, voice low and warm against your skin, and something in his tone made your spine tingle.

You nodded, heart fluttering like a bird in a cage. "Yeah."

His smile was small but warm, but there was a flicker in his eyes- like a spark catching light. "Good. Been wanting this for a long time."

The bed was already turned down. Soft lighting spilled in from the hallway as he set you gently atop the sheets and knelt between your legs. His big hands slid up your thighs, slow and reverent. Then he leaned over you, covering your mouth with his again, coaxing another kiss that deepened into something hot and breath-stealing. You sighed into it, fingers tangling in the front of his shirt.

He didn’t rush. Every kiss was deliberate. His mouth moved over yours, then to your jaw, then your neck, trailing heat and want everywhere it touched. You arched into him without thinking, thighs parting as his body hovered above you.

His hands explored slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Over your shoulders, your arms, your breasts- pausing there, cupping them with reverence and a barely-there squeeze that made your nipples tighten under your bra. You gasped into his mouth, and he smiled against your lips like he’d been waiting for that sound.

With slow, practiced ease, he began to undress you. You let him. Let him peel your clothes away like unwrapping something precious. And when your shaking fingers reached up to unbutton his shirt, he didn’t stop you. He watched, eyes dark and fixed on your face, as you tugged each button loose one by one, revealing more golden skin and hard muscle than your starry mind could handle.

You ran your palms over his chest, tracing every ridge and curve. He let you explore, let you marvel, even leaned into your touch like it thrilled him just as much.

By the time he had you down to nothing, he didn’t go straight for where you ached. Instead, he kissed along your ribs, your belly, your hips. He inhaled softly at your inner thigh, fingers trailing just shy of where you needed them.

"You’re already getting there," he murmured, voice like velvet and heat. "Want you soaked for me before I even touch you there. Wanna feel you melt around my fingers."

Then he kissed you again, and when he pulled back, there was something new in his eyes.

Intent.

His voice stayed low, almost reverent, like this moment meant as much to him as it did to you. He slicked his fingers slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving your face. You could feel the weight of his attention, how focused he was. Not just on your body, but on your reactions. Watching the rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs parted, the flush creeping across your skin.

"Been thinking about this," he admitted softly. "About how you'd feel... how warm you'd be."

He smiled, just the barest hint of it, like he was already savoring the moment before it began. "Finally get to feel you, sweetheart."

Your breath hitched.

Oh.

You swallowed. Nodded. Your thighs shifted, welcoming.

Steve slicked his fingers slowly, watching you the whole time.

"We’ll take this nice and slow…" he said, settling between your knees. "We’ve got all night."

Then his fingers found you- slow at first, not pushing in, just toying with your entrance. The pad of his finger circled there, teasing, tracing the slick heat of you while he watched your face for every flicker of response. Your body fluttered around him, clenching reflexively at the mere suggestion of penetration. He murmured something low and pleased under his breath as your hole twitched, pulsing at the gentle pressure. He could feel how badly your body wanted to be filled, even if he was taking his time giving it to you.

The first one slid in easy, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. Warm. Thick. He moved it gently, curling just enough to make your hips twitch. His thumb rested against your mound, still and grounding, until it started to move.

A slow, deliberate brush over your clit. Featherlight at first. A single circle that made your breath hitch. Another, firmer, that drew a moan from your throat before you could stop it.

"There she is," Steve looked at you smiling, like he’d just discovered a secret. "You’re already so soft for me."

He didn’t rush.

His finger stroked in and out while his thumb teased gentle circles, the rhythm enough to make your legs tremble. Then he started to curve that finger upward on every slow stroke, dragging it along the top wall until it hit something inside you that made your whole body jolt.

Your moan spilled out loud and helpless, your hands flying to your own skin- gripping your thighs, sliding up your belly, unsure where to hold onto the heat that bloomed between your legs. Every time he curled his finger into that soft, spongy cluster of nerves, your walls fluttered around him, tighter, wetter, like your body was trying to pull him in deeper.

He did it again. And again. Unhurried. Precise.

"That's it," Steve murmured, voice like silk and sin. "Feel that, sweetheart? Right there."

You nodded, eyes glassy, already halfway gone.

The second finger came after a minute of slow strokes, coaxing your body open. You felt it- every new inch. Wider. Fuller. The stretch just enough to make your toes curl.

His thumb never left your clit.

With two fingers buried inside you, he started to move them- not in and out, but apart. A slow, gentle scissoring motion that made your breath stutter and your hips lift instinctively. The stretch deepened, and you could feel every subtle shift of pressure, every widening sweep as he worked you open from the inside out.

"Still doing okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah. Just… big."

It was more than just the stretch- it was him. His fingers felt impossibly full inside you, so much more than your own ever had. The way they moved, the way they filled and stroked, finding every sensitive inch like they were made for your body- it was overwhelming. Your fingers could never curl quite like that, never press up against that perfect spot with such patience, such purpose.

He dragged them back over your sweet spot again, slow and unrelenting, and your thighs twitched helplessly.

He smiled. Kissed the inside of your thigh.

"That’s just two, honey. You’re doing so good. Opening up so pretty for me."

You barely heard him over the sound of your own moan.

Steve shifted slightly, and you felt the gentle nudge of a third finger teasing at your entrance, slick and warm and heavy with promise. Your breath caught. He hadn’t pushed in yet- just let it sit there, letting you feel the potential of it.

"Steve," you gasped, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other curling at your side. "I- I’m good. Two is… so good."

And it was. It felt incredible. Like he was everywhere already, like your body could barely keep up with the stretch of just his two thick fingers dragging over your sweet spot again and again, stroking deep in ways you’d never reached on your own. You didn’t need more- your brain was already fogging, your thighs trembling. You felt full. So close to ruined.

Steve didn’t argue. Not right away. He just hummed, like he understood.

When you looked up at him, your breath caught for a whole new reason. His brows were slightly pinched, lips parted like he might say something but wasn’t sure how. There was something in his face- not heat, not hunger, but concern. A flicker of worry. The sharp, clear blue of his eyes had darkened "I know, sweetheart. I know it’s a lot. But I need to make sure you’re ready for me. Really ready. Gotta stretch you to fit me." he murmured, reaching for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Can’t have you breaking when I finally have you."

His fingers didn’t push all at once. First, he went back to stroking over that spot inside you, slow and deliberate, keeping your head spinning and your legs loose. Every drag of his fingers over that aching bundle of nerves sent another wave through you, your breath catching, your thoughts scattering. You tried to focus- on his voice, on his eyes- but it was impossible when every nerve ending was lighting up with sensation.

As he began to work the third finger in, the pressure built fast. Your mouth dropped open, a broken moan escaping as the stretch deepened- more than you thought you could take, more than you thought you wanted, but so achingly full it made your toes curl. His fingers were slow, steady, coaxing you open inch by inch, and the third felt like so much. It wasn't just the width- it was the way he pushed up, dragging over that tender, swollen cluster of nerves inside you like he knew exactly where it was. And he did. Again. And again.

"You're taking me so well," Steve murmured, his voice rasping low as he leaned over you. "Feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does. Can feel you clenching, baby... greedy little thing."

You barely registered the soft crack of a lid opening. You were too far gone to notice the subtle shift as he poured a little more slick over you, letting it drip down over his fingers, your entrance, mixing with the wetness already flooding you. It made everything easier. Smoother. Filthier.

He hummed, thumb circling again as he worked those three thick fingers in deeper. "So slick for me now. You needed this, didn’t you? Been so patient."

He leaned in close, breath warm against your ear. "You're so tight around me, baby. So small. Look at you- trying to take all this. You're doing so good."

His voice was soft, almost coaxing, but there was a weight behind it, a possessive edge that made your core flutter even harder. "I know it’s a stretch. I know it’s a lot. But I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m just looking after you."

He twisted his fingers again, rubbing up into that spot that had you arching, crying out. "Gotta open you up right. Make sure you’re ready. You trust me, don’t you? Let me take care of you."

You felt yourself build- your breath catching, hips twitching, thighs quivering like another orgasm was already crawling its way toward you. Not a full one, not yet- but something small and devastating, the kind that made you want to cry.

"Don’t hold back," he whispered, voice thick with pride and hunger. "I want to feel every part of it. Every flutter. Every little break."

And just as you started to fall into it, Steve spread his fingers apart in a slow, deliberate fan. The stretch lit your nerves like a firework, and your voice cracked into a sob.

"There you go." he breathed. "God, just look at you..."

Then he brought them back together, pressing deeper, making you take it. All of it.

It was slow. Careful. But when the knuckle passed, your breath caught in your throat. Your hips shifted, thighs trembling. The stretch was so intense, so deep, and yet the pleasure lingered like a haze across your skin. You felt dazed- drunk on it. Drunk on him. Each drag of his fingers inside you made your body sing, your breath come shallow, your thoughts slip further from your grasp.

His free hand moved then, sliding down your thigh with the same maddening patience. Gentle. Soothing. But it wasn’t just comfort- it was control. His palm gripped your leg, grounding and commanding, keeping you spread just the way he wanted.

"C’mon, just one more," Steve said softly, almost coaxing. "Make sure you’re gonna be safe. Want you to enjoy it when I take you, yeah?"

You whimpered. Nodded. What else could you do? He had you unraveling with just his hands- and you trusted him to ruin you completely.

"Yeah, one more," Steve whispered. "Just my pinky. It's my smallest finger. You'll feel so good."

You didn’t even get a chance to think. His hand shifted smoothly, his fingers forming into a cone. The moment he pressed forward, your back arched off the bed, a soft gasp breaking free from your lips. It was instinctive- offering him a better angle as your body yielded.

The pressure flared white-hot as he pushed, all four fingers breaching you past the second knuckle. You panted hard, the stretch intense and dizzying, like you could feel every ridge of every finger working you open from the inside.

His fingers twisted gently, stretching you wider than you’d ever been. But your body wasn’t quite ready to take the final push- not yet. You felt the resistance, the way your muscles fluttered and clung around his knuckles, not letting him all the way in. It was too much. Too deep.

Steve didn’t force it. He didn’t even pause. His hand moved from your thigh to your clit again, rubbing in slow, purposeful circles- soft at first, then firmer, matching your panting breaths. You whimpered, hips twitching under the renewed stimulation. Your arousal was building again, thick and hot, the ache inside you sharpened by the way he was working you open.

Then he moved. Bent low, fingers still buried in you, and took your nipple into his mouth. He suckled gently at first, letting his tongue flick over the tight peak, then deeper, wetter, his mouth hot and hungry as his fingers never stopped moving. You cried out, arching into him, overwhelmed by sensation.

The wine buzzed low in your blood, making everything feel hazy and soft around the edges- but your body was humming. On fire. Your skin tingled under his lips, your core clenched around his hand, and still he coaxed you further.

"There we go," he murmured around your breast. "That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me feel all of you."

And slowly, as he kissed and played and rubbed every tender part of you, your body gave. The tension melted just enough to let him press that final set of knuckles in, your walls stretching wide to accommodate him.

"Let me in, honey," he whispered. The sensation was blinding. You moaned, raw and high, as your body finally let him sink in all the way- his knuckles pressing flush at your entrance. Your eyes rolled back at the overwhelming stretch, your mouth falling open as a wrecked sound tore from your throat. You could feel every inch of him inside you, the fullness deep and dizzying, stretching your limits and then some.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he rotated the hand buried inside you- turning so his palm was facing up. You felt everything shift, the pressure rearranging into something unbearable and glorious. He sat back slightly on his heels to watch, eyes dark, jaw tight, chest rising and falling in controlled, hungry breaths.

"God, baby," he muttered, dragging his thumb gently over your skin, just below your navel. "You're so wet. Can feel you dripping all around me."

He pushed in further, and you could feel it- the weight of him, the slow slide of his hand breaching you deeper, his fingers curling slightly as he explored every inch. Your body clenched around him, a helpless, reflexive squeeze that made his breath catch. His other hand pressed to your belly, firm and possessive. Then he pressed down, just enough for you to feel the pressure echo through your core- and then, with a slow, wicked smile, he wiggled his fingers inside you.

The sensation made your whole body jerk. Your breath hitched sharply as you felt the movement from both directions- inside and out.

"Can feel you now from both sides," he murmured, eyes locked on your face as your body trembled. The idea of it- of being so thoroughly filled that his hand was something you could feel through your own skin- was almost too much. It nearly made you come right there.

His fourth finger shifted, spreading wider. You gasped as your skin and muscles moved with him, stretched for him, obeyed the rhythm of his hand without resistance. Every flutter, every tiny ripple of sensation, rolled through you like waves you couldn't stop riding. He just smiled, calm and hungry, soaking in the sight of you coming undone under the weight of his touch.

You couldn’t answer. You were dumb with it. Flushed, panting, wine-fogged and pleasure-drunk. You stared up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed, mind floating somewhere between surrender and bliss as he watched you come undone around him, completely open and filled. His hand pulled back slightly, easing out just enough that you could breathe- but it only made the absence sharper, made your body clench harder in protest. He shifted his hand just so, tucking his thumb in tight beside the rest.

Then you heard it- the soft click of the lube bottle again. He didn’t rush, didn’t ask. He just poured more slick over your pussy, letting it drip down over his hand, easing everything. The sensation of the cool gel against your overheated skin made you shiver, and when his hand slid back in- slow, sure, claiming- it went easier. Smoother. Wetter.

Then his other hand was sliding down between your legs.

You barely had time to react before his fingers were back on your clit, rubbing in slow, steady circles designed to undo you all over again. You whimpered, breath stuttering, thighs twitching. It was too much and not enough all at once.

And somewhere through the haze, a thought tried to rise to the surface- Wasn’t this just supposed to be about getting you ready to take him? It wasn’t a protest, not really. Just a wobbly breath and a slurred, "Steve… do you really… need to go this far?"

You felt his body still, just for a beat. Then you felt it- the subtle pressure of his thumb beginning to press inward, joining the rest.

"Shh, baby," he cooed, the sweetness of his voice wrapping around you like silk and chains. "You’re doing so good for me. Just a little more. This is all for you, remember? So I don’t hurt you later. You trust me, don’t you?"

His thumb kept pushing, slow but firm, as his fingers curled again and rubbed your clit in soft, hypnotic circles. "Almost there. That’s it, sweetheart. Let me take care of everything.. Just need to relax, breathe for me.." he voice soothing but firm, like he was easing you through something important. "Just need you a little wetter. A little softer.

"You’re almost there anyway," he murmured. "Just a little further. You’re my best girl, right? You can give me this…"

His hand slid up to your chest again, thumb flicking your nipple before he bent low to mouth at it- suckling slow and deep while his hand remained buried inside you, the stretch lingering. You felt yourself melting beneath him, your blood hot from the wine, your brain cotton-soft and floaty.

Then he started to press deeper. You felt it- every inch, every widening push- as he slowly worked his hand further inside you. His fingers brushed your cervix, just a whisper of contact that made your hips buck and your breath stall. He dragged against your walls, firm and careful, stretching and spreading you with the thickest part of his hand, inch by inch. The pressure bloomed everywhere.

Your breathing turned ragged. Stilled. Each inhale caught at the back of your throat, a desperate little gasp as your body tried to reconcile the impossible fullness with the endless heat. It was too much.

Steve could hear it- your pulse pounding, your heartbeat racing beneath his hand. He paused, just enough to press his palm flat against your belly again, soothing and steady. "Shh, baby," he murmured, rubbing your clit with slow, coaxing circles. "You're doing so good for me. I’ve got you."

He twisted his hand slowly, working the angle, easing in more- his thumb still tucked tight. The shift made you cry out, thighs trembling, back arching. Your body writhed beneath him, sweat beginning to gather at your temples and between your breasts.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Steve murmured, voice warm and firm, grounded in command. "You’re doing so good. Just breathe through it for me, okay? In… and out. With me now."

He slowed the movement of his hand, letting the pressure at your entrance stay constant, steady. You felt every twitch of muscle, every strained stretch as his hand shifted inside you. It stung- but the pleasure was right there underneath it, riding the edge of each breath.

“Deep breath in,” he said again, his other hand sliding along your thigh, keeping you grounded. “Exhale. That’s it. Keep going. I can feel you trying to take me.”

You whimpered, voice breaking on the inhale, but you obeyed- moaning on the exhale as he gently pulled his fingers apart again, spreading you around the bulk of his hand. It burned. It thrilled.

Your muscles fluttered, tight and frantic around the stretch, and Steve’s thumb pressed soft circles to your clit as his hand slowly rotated again inside you.

"You're so close, baby. I can feel it. Just let go. Let me in."

He watched you- every shift in your expression, every tremble in your breath- with rapt attention, like the sight of your body trying to take him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

And Steve just watched- entranced and hungry. His gaze swept over you like he couldn’t decide where to focus. Your face, flushed and lost. Your chest, heaving. Your pussy, stretched impossibly wide around his hand. "Steve?"

He looked like a man utterly ruined by the sight of you taking him.

"Just a little more- yeah, like that. Deep breath in… and exhale."

Then came the push.

Thicker. Deeper.

Your body relented to his invasion.

Your feet kicked and slid over the bed, legs tensing and heels dragging against the sheets as your body scrambled for somewhere to put the sensation. It was involuntary- your muscles seizing, shifting, trying to escape and welcome the stretch all at once.

A whine bubbled up from your throat, high and thin, and Steve shushed you gently.

"I know, sweetheart. It’s intense, isn’t it?" he murmured, eyes locked on yours, steady as stone. "But you’re doing so good. Almost there. Just keep breathing."

The resistance gave way, your walls opening around him- wide and slick- as Steve pressed his whole hand inside you, slow and reverent, like he was slipping into something sacred. It felt like you swallowed him, your body stretching to take every inch. The thickest part of his hand pushed past your entrance, and you felt it all- knuckles, knotted pressure, heat blooming through your spine.

A guttural noise ripped from your throat, unbidden, broken. You were panting now, sweat clinging to your skin, your vision swimming.

And Steve? He stilled. Just held there, buried to the wrist, drinking it in like a man watching sunrise break over battlefield ruins.

He looked down at you with a quiet intensity, breath shallow, lips parted, like he was drinking in the sight of you stretched around him. Not just awe- something deeper. Hungrier. His eyes flicked over your face, your trembling body, like he was trying to memorize the moment before it slipped away. There was no need for words- his expression said everything. You were his. Entirely.

The way you clenched around him said it all.

"So full you can’t even breathe, huh?" Steve murmured, the hunger in his voice barely restrained. "Thought it hurt? But then I touched you and you just- " he chuckled darkly, "clenched down like you need it."

Your body twitched again, whimpering as his fingers rolled over your clit in tight, maddening circles. You were so stretched, so overwhelmed- and he loved it.

"Wish I had a mirror," he whispered, dragging his lips across your temple. "Wish you could see what you look like taking me like this."

Slowly, he began to curl his fingers, forming a fist inside you inch by inch. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth falling open in a soundless gasp. Your head slammed back against the bed, back bowing high from the mattress. You’d never- never- been this full.

Steve twisted his wrist, gently at first, then deeper. You could feel every ridge of every knuckle moving inside you.

"Look at you. My perfect girl. So fucking deep… and still stretching for more."

He guided your hand down, easing it toward his wrist where you could feel the impossible stretch for yourself- your imagination catching up with reality, picturing just how deep he truly was. The thought alone made your walls flutter. You couldn’t even close your fingers around it his wrist..

"Oh, you like it, don’t you?" he murmured, voice dark and pleased.

It did something to you, knowing where he ended and you began- feeling exactly where your body had engulfed him, where he filled you to the brim. That connection, raw and surreal, made your head spin. The way you touched him let you feel the impossible, and it only made you clench harder. His fist seated deep inside you. Your fingers barely curled around it, trembling with the effort, the contact making the moment even more surreal.

"That’s all of me inside you. You’re mine now. Captain America’s little hand puppet, huh?"

Then, in a cruel little twist of sweetness, he took the hand you'd just had on his wrist and gently moved it down, guiding it up to your clit. His own hand covered yours for a moment, pressing your trembling fingers into motion. "Rub for me now, honey. Just like that. Let me see how needy you are."

Your fingers shook as they obeyed, drawing shaky little circles as he reached for the lube again- cool slick dripping over your skin as he coated his wrist. You could feel the tension build, feel his hand shift again inside you, pushing deeper- then easing back, the catch of his knuckles tugging against your entrance before he slid back in slow.

"Now, put your other hand on your tummy, baby," Steve instructed, your shaking hand going to where he'd pressed before.. "Feel that? That bulge right there- that’s me. That’s my fist, moving under your skin."

Your moan broke into pieces as the sensation took over everything. Your mind was unraveling, thoughts slipping through your fingers like sand. You were too full to think, too stretched to breathe. Every time you clenched down- every flutter, every squeeze- his hand was forced deeper, and it made the pressure sharper, more unbearable.

"Who knew you'd be such a good girl," Steve rasped, voice thick with pride and hunger. "So greedy for your Captain..."

He leaned closer, voice low and rough at your ear. "You have no idea how good you are, sweetheart. No one’s ever done this for me. They all cry and beg- but not you. You want this. Want me to ruin you. Stretch you out so all you fit is me."

You couldn’t even form words anymore. Just soft, broken sounds that spilled from your lips as your body writhed under him, nerves singing, muscles fluttering.

He started moving his hand- slowly pulling his fist out, then pressing it back in again, inch by inch. Deeper this time. His wrist following with every push until the blunt base of it met your slick entrance, stretching you wider, reshaping you around the sheer size of him.

You felt him press into your cervix, nudging it upward with every inward roll of his fist. It should’ve hurt- but it didn’t. It was all pressure. Endless, rolling pressure that sent your vision spinning.

"Going to stretch you out like this," Steve growled softly, voice thick and reverent. "Then you’re gonna take my cock, yeah? That’s a good girl… you’re so close, aren’t you? You just wanna cum all over my fucking fist, don’t you?"

You moaned, broken and desperate, your whole body arching into him. Every time you clenched down on his hand, it drove him deeper- your body trying to keep him, to take him, to never let him go.

Then he started to move faster- just a little. Using the strength in his arm to pump his fist in slow, firm strokes. The drag was heavy, relentless, the catch of his knuckles tugging at your entrance only to be followed by the obscene stretch of him sinking in again.

“That's it, baby,” Steve growled, watching you like you were the most precious, filthy thing he’d ever seen. “Just come for me. Just come and I’ll take it out…”

Your fingers obeyed on instinct, moving in tighter, desperate circles over your clit- just the way he’d shown you. Each pass sent a shock of pleasure through your body, your thighs twitching, your vision hazing at the edges. It was too much. It was everything. The pressure built like a storm in your gut- hot, unbearable, perfect.

And Steve kept moving. Pushing deeper. Pulling out. Letting the weight of his hand crash into your core until your hips jerked with every thrust. The squelch of lube, the slap of his palm against your overstretched entrance- it was obscene. Messy. Perfect.

You couldn’t even make sounds anymore. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out- just choked gasps and strangled breaths. The only sound in the room was Steve’s panting, his breath growing ragged with every tight clench of your body around his fist. He growled softly, low in his throat, watching you unravel beneath him.

Your body was shaking. It was too much. Too deep. Too intense. You tried to speak, to cry, but your voice was gone. You couldn’t do it-

And then you did.

You broke.

Your body snapped taut, back arching off the bed as you bucked and thrashed, thighs locking around his arm, cunt fluttering in desperate, helpless spasms around his fist.

Steve’s free hand came down hard across your belly, pinning you in place as you rode it out. "That’s it, baby," he whispered, eyes wide and reverent, watching every second of your collapse. "Take it. Take all of it. Fuck, look at you… squeezing me so tight. You were made for this."

You came in silence, eyes rolled back, mouth open on a wordless scream, your muscles seizing around him like your body never wanted to let go. Your body shook with aftershocks, thighs quivering, breath hitched in your throat as your arms flopped helplessly to the bed. You were light-headed, dizzy, your vision pulsing with black at the edges. Your muscles gave out.

You went limp.

Your limbs fell heavy against the sheets, chest rising in short, shallow bursts. The room spun softly around you, dim and warm, your body floating in the aftermath of something that had pulled you apart and left you scattered. Every inch of you pulsed with aftershocks, too spent to flinch, too full to even think.

Only then did Steve start to move again. Slowly, carefully, he began to ease his hand from your body- inch by inch, his fist sliding free from your ruined, fluttering walls. The sensation made you whimper, twitch, overstimulated and boneless. Your eyes fluttered half-shut, dazed and cloudy, as you watched him lift his hand.

It glistened with your slick. Wet. Shining. Marked by everything he'd just pulled from you.

He brought it to his mouth.

And licked.

One long, slow drag of his tongue over the curve of his knuckles. He didn’t look away from you. He watched you while he did it- watched your broken expression and blissed-out face as he tasted your release from his skin like he was savoring the finest dessert.

"So good for me," he purred, voice low, soothing as his clean hand gently moved yours away from your core. You flinched from the touch, but he only pressed his palm there- warm, grounding, firm.

"You’re gaping now, honey," he murmured, almost like he was cooing it. "Your abused little hole’s all twitchy, trying to remember how to close. That’s okay. You did so good."

He reached for the nightstand, offered you a glass of water, his voice still tender. "Sip, baby. Just sip for me."

You blinked slowly, dazed. You didn’t even realize when he moved again- just felt the shift in air as he settled between your legs, gaze dropping low.

"Oh god," he breathed. "You’re so open..."

He ran a single finger around your entrance, the slick noise obscene and wet as your hole fluttered around nothing. You whimpered.

"Want you to try and squeeze closed," he whispered.

You didn’t know why. But you did.

Your body tried. Weakly. Muscles trembling as you worked to draw yourself back together. He pushed his finger back in and you winced trying to hold it.

"There you go," he praised softly. "Nothing permanent."

You barely had time to process the relief before he stood up from the bed.

Your dazed eyes followed him in slow, horror-tinged disbelief- watching as his hands moved to the button of his pants. This was supposed to be over. Your body was still twitching, your insides aching, stretched to their limit. But the way he looked at you- so calm, so sure- made something sharp twist in your chest. He hadn't lied.

As he stared down at the stretch of your slowly closing cunt, something dark flickered behind his eyes- satisfaction, maybe. Anticipation.

Then his gaze met yours.

"Told you," he murmured, unzipping slowly. "This was just to get you ready. We’re not done."

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babymangosworld · 7 days ago

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Nobody :

Me ignoring the "minors do not interact" "18+" "minors dni" warning signs in fanfics

#steve harrington x reader #steve rogers x reader #billy hargove x reader #tom riddle x reader #pedro pascal x reader #jack sparrow x reader #will turner x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #loki x reader #five hargreeves x reader #black panther x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #marvel x reader #dc x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader #harry hook x reader #rafe cameron x reader

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hamiltonsbisexuallover · 10 hours ago

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you know what it is? I miss the era of Steve Rogers fics that came right after the first Avengers movie. When everyone was writing about the oc/reader being Steve’s neighbor or the cafe worker or someone who frequented somewhere that Steve always went but treated him normal. It’s so hard now to find fics that build up to the relationship without it being an extremely slow burn. Idk just gimme back Avengers era Steve fics pls and thank

#steve rogers #marvel #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #the avengers #captain america #gimme back the good days #whatever happened to running into each other (literally) at the park #what ever happened to “lemme buy you dinner” as an apology #What ever happened to “oh no your mail came to my box because our apt numbers are some jumble of each others number”#recommendations welcome

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fanfictiongirlie · 2 days ago

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Marvel: Good Girl

Remember this post? I did it

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Description:

Bucky, Steve and Reader are in a relationship. Reader is a total badass during work hours, but during off hours, she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, obvs. Use of Good Girl, Slut, Daddy. Name calling, Double penetration in one hole. Spanking. Uhhh I can't remember if that's everything. Porn with a tiniest bit of plot. Steve and Bucky kiss.

Words: 5,367

Completed One-Shot

Being in a happy relationship had never been on your immediate radar. Sure, it sounded nice, but it wasn't something you had been actively looking for. When you started working for the Avengers you were beyond happy, the perfect job, that came with living accommodations. And even better, it came with two boyfriends. Like you had previously thought, you weren't looking for a relationship, but things happened so smoothly with Steve and Bucky, they became your everything, the perfect men, so happy that you succeed in the workplace, and made sure you were so looked after behind closed doors.

During work hours you were a badass, you had worked your way up in the ranks, and you were second in command of the Avengers. It always made you giggle thinking about it, you were in charge of your boys during the day, and during the night, they were in charge of you.

The jet landed in the Avengers landing bay, you and Nat walked off, small smiles on your lips from your successful mission, though you were both exhausted, and the second you saw Bucky and Steve waiting for you you felt your mind start to crumble. You needed them, needed the safe space they brought when the three of you were alone.

As soon as you started walking towards them, you mentally wobbled, sure you loved being a badass in the working field, but you loved being theirs, having them look after you. It was your weakness. They made you feel safe and content.

"Come here, sweetheart" Steve says, taking the first step to hugging you. Bucky soon joins, wrapping his large arms around you both. You sighed happily, closing your eyes for a moment. You took in a deep breath, taking in their scents, they felt warm, and smelt like home. Nothing felt more perfect than this, well, maybe completing a mission successfully.

The three if you quickly made your way back to your shared apartment, Steve sat on the couch first, pulling you down onto his lap. Bucky joined sitting close by, his leg pressed against Steve's.

"There you go" Steve whispers, his lips resting on the shell of your ear, his soft tone tickling your skin. You moved slightly, resting your head on it's side against Steve's shoulder, your eyes met Bucky's, his blue orbs piercing and soft as they look at you, he moves and strokes a few strands of hair away from your eyes, his fingers lingering on your temple.

"We missed you honey" Bucky whispers. You smile, the mission you had just finished starting to feel all over your body. You were exhausted, your body ached and your mind felt strained.

"Missed you" You mumble, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You couldn't fall asleep, not yet, you were still in your mission gear, and you felt gross. Steve moved his hands to hold your back, one of his hands moved up and down your spine, you sighed, feeling relaxed.

"Angel, it's not the same here without you" Steve whispers, your heart swells at his words, feeling special and loved. Steve and Bucky had been in a relationship before you came along, so sometimes you did feel like maybe you didn't fit in, but you did, and they made sure to tell you, and show you.

"Do you know what it's like to not have you here by our side?" Bucky asks, his fingers were still woven through your hair, relaxing you further.

"Having each other just not enough?" You ask, your voice quiet. You watch as Bucky's eyes flicker from your face and up to Steve's eyes.

"No, it's never enough" Steve says first, he moves slightly to press a kiss to your head.

"We want you, sweetheart. We're not whole without you" Bucky says, he moves his hand to your back, touching Steve's hands, they intertwin and hold you whilst holding each other.

"Mmm my boys" You mumble. "Love you both, I need a shower, and then bed"

They both chuckle, and nod their heads at the same time. Steve held you a little tighter as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather nap first?" Bucky asks, he stood up to join Steve, standing close to you both.

"No, I smell like mission" You say, your voice sounding a little whiny. Steve's arms tightened around you.

"Want some help in the shower then, sweetheart?" He asks. "I'm all for that" Bucky adds.

"I want a clean shower" Not a dirty one!" You say. Steve fakes a gasp and moves one hand to swat your ass teasingly.

"We don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, we always behave"

You roll your eyes and snuggle a little closer to Steve, if that were possible. Steve carried you into your shower room, it might have been your favourite room in your shared apartments. It came with a large bath, perfect for soaking for hours watching junk on your laptop, and the shower was amazing, it was large enough for the three of you, plus extra, and with two super soldiers you needed the extra space in there.

"Get the water goin', Buck" Steve says, Bucky nodded and moved to start the shower, soon the room filled with warm steam, you sighed happily, starting to feel calmer than before. Steve's hand ran up and down your spine, he presses a kiss to your forehead before helping you back to stand on your own two feet. You watched for a moment as the two men, your men, got the shower all ready, placing your favourite body lotions and hair care, a small smile played on your lips as you watched them move so fluidly together.

"It's ready, doll" Bucky says, stepping closer to you, his metal hand moves to rest on your hip, squeezing you slightly. "Strip for us"

Steve moves to stand behind you, his hand going to the other side of your hip. You shivered from their touches, the three of you started removing your clothes, leaving them in a mess pile of clothes on the floor. You stepped into the shower first, sighing heavily as the hot water hit your body, the steam cascaded down your body, dancing along your skin, for a moment you forgot about your sex god boyfriends stepping into the shower behind you.

"So perfect" Bucky whispers, his fingers danced lightly on your hip, his lips ever so slightly touching the skin behind your ear as he placed the gentlest of kisses. A soft whimper leaves your lips, you heard both men chuckle, the sound traveling down your body. You were so tired, you wanted to want them as much as they clearly wanted you, but you were so exhausted.

Both men took their time washing you, they knew you were tired, and you were their girl, they'd look after you. Steve pulls you to lean against his front, your back pressed against the firmness of his body, whilst Bucky lathered his hands up with lotion, covering your body. You closed your eyes, enjoying this moment of bliss, soft moans left your lips as you felt your muscles relax under their touches.

Once done in the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and wandered to the bedroom, the simplest room in the apartment, the huge bed you had took up most of the space, there was a small corner where Bucky kept his books and a little beanbag, and Steve's lego builds were dotted around on various shelves. You shimmed on a nightgown and crawled into the bed, you curled up on the edge rather than in the middle, feeling too tired to think otherwise, you felt Bucky and Steve crawl into the bed after you, the light was switched off, and you were asleep before you even finished saying goodnight.

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It must of been at least a few hours later, you had crawled into bed roughly around four in the afternoon. The light was still poking out from the blinds in your bedroom then, not that you noticed really, you had been so tired. You opened your eyes, the room was dark, but the hall light was on, illuminating the room slightly, just enough that you could see the movements from besides you. You moved a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on what Steve and Bucky were doing, a soft smile crept onto your lips as you watched them.

Bucky was lying on his back, making soft little sounds as Steve hovered over him, kissing his neck and collarbone. Steve's hands were on Bucky's hips, his fingers were digging into the flesh there, both were only in their tight boxers, you could just about see how hard they both were, their hips were moving as they grinded into one another. Bucky's fingers were tangled in Steve's hair, pulling softly on the longer threads and scratching at his scalp.

You silently watched them, your teeth coming out to bite at your lower lip, you squeezed your thighs together, wanting so badly to feel friction between them, but you didn't want to disturb them.

Steve continued to mark up Bucky's neck, his hand moved up to grip Bucky's chin, tilting Bucky's head so he had more space. Bucky let out little sighs and sounds of pleasure, his hands now trailing down to grip Steve's shoulders.

"Fuck" You mutter, no longer able to keep quiet as you watched them. Both of them freeze for a moment and look over to you. Steve immediately grins, his eyes darkening a bit as his gaze locks onto yours.

"Enjoying the show sweetheart?" Steve asks, as he smirks. You shiver at the tone he was using, during team time on the Avengers you were the boss of them, and they listened and submitted so perfectly, but in the bedroom, you were theirs.

"Yes daddy" You whispers, your voice taking control before your brain even had a moment to. They both groan at the use of the title, their gazes darkening even more.

"Is that so, angel? Care to join us, then?" Steve asks.

"Please?" You whisper, shuffling a little closer to them, you sighed happily when you felt the warmth from the heat of their bodies against your skin.

"That's it, come here doll" Bucky murmurs, they both move about, laying side by side, but leaving enough space for you to settle in between them. "Where you at, darling?"

You think about it for a moment, you wanted them so badly, your core ached for them, but you didn't want plain normal sex, you needed them on a deeper level. You snuggle closer to Bucky, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Wanna be your good girl, daddy"

Steve ran his hand along your back, his touch comforting. Bucky moved slightly to kiss your forehead.

"You are our good girl, sweetheart" Bucky whispers. "But, we need to know how you need us, do you want soft dom or hard dom tonight?"

You whined, not enjoying this, you wished they could read your mind, know exactly what you wished for, but no amount of super soldier serum could do that. You don't think.

"I want both" You say, your voice sounding pathetic and whiny. A soft groan leaves both their lips.

"You want both, sweetheart?" Steve asks, his voice husky behind your ear.

"I think that can be arranged" Bucky hums, his hand moved to your thigh as he slowly lifts your nightgown up, his fingers leaving a cold path in their wake. You shivered in anticipation, a soft whimper left your lips.

"So needy baby" Steve whispers, his hands were on your body now, exploring.

"But that's how we like you, right doll?" Bucky mutters, you move slightly to press your lips to his collarbone, licking and sucking the skin.

"Yes daddy" You answer. Bucky groans, his head fell to the side giving you more space.

"Oh you needy little thing" Steve mutters, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping. You ignored Steve's words with a small smirk on your lips, you loved it when they were soft with you, and you loved it when they were hard on you. However there was something special about Steve when he was pissed off, he turned into this sexual being that had one goal, to use you. Captain America was a sweet, caring man, but hard dom Steve was a dark, sexy man. And the idea of making Steve mean whilst being good for Bucky had you dripping in between your legs.

Of course, both men knew exactly what you were doing, Steve let out a deep sound from his chest. "You're asking for trouble" He mutters, sinking his teeth into a sensitive spot on your shoulder, a bit harsher than needed. You giggled softly, licking a long strip up Bucky's neck. He groaned, his metal hand gripped your thigh a little tighter, you moved your leg to hook over his, giving you access to grind your groin against his, once more ignoring Steve's movements.

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart" Steve rasps against your skin.

"Oh, am I?" You answer, you lips still against Bucky's neck as you speak. Steve moves his hand and swats your asscheek, the nightgown you were wearing had rising up and bunched around your waist, leaving you naked from the waist below. Steve slapped against the soft skin of your arse again.

"Yes, you are. And you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Steve asks, his lips were now on the back of your neck. Before answering Steve you moved so you could kiss Bucky's lips, giving him a sweet, slow and loving kiss.

"And what?"

Steve lets out a dark chuckle, his hand moves from your arse down to your naked cunt, his fingers harshly dipped between your folds, you were wet, dripping over his fingers now, you moaned loudly against Bucky's lips, feeling your legs shake ever so slightly, you grinded down, feeling Bucky's hard cock against your clit as Steve moves his fingers.

"You're being naughty" Steve mutters.

"Never naughty for my Bucky" You answer back, giggling softly, Bucky was softly panting, you had left a wet patch on his grey boxers.

"You would never be naughty for me" Bucky says, his eyes locked onto yours, his pupils already blown wide, he looked beyond perfect, Steve must of been kissing and grinding on him for a while before you had woken up and joined them, he looked so deep in his head, you were impressed he was even able to speak normally.

"I'll only be naughty for Stevie"

Steve groaned into your neck, his fingers moved deeper through your folds, you opened your legs further, giving him more space to work with, Bucky moved slightly and held your leg up, Steve's fingers moved up to your slit, he pressed down, circling a few times before pinching your clit between his finger and thumb.

"Oh will you now?" Steve asks, his pinch on your clit getting harder, you yelped, your head fell backwards onto Steve's shoulder. You grinded and wiggled under Steve lost his grip on you. Smirking, you turned to face him, making sure your arse was pressed against Bucky's hard cock, he groaned into your ear and grinded softly, moving one hand to hold your hip. Your eyes met Steve's.

"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"

Steve raised an eyebrow at your words, he moved one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. "Oh angel, you are in trouble now"

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you kissed back moving your lips against his, biting his lower lip. He groaned into your mouth, his hand tightened on your chin before he pulled back, fixing you with a dark look.

"You're being very naughty" He murmurs, reaching to slap the side of your arse. Bucky was watching, smirking as he litters short kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.

"Yeah, and?" You ask. Steve chuckles, shaking his head.

"You really are a little brat, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy" You answer, moving slightly to press your body against Steve's, Bucky followed, pressing his against your back, leaving you sandwiched between them. Heaven, pure bliss was the only way to truly describe being squished between them both, they were so muscular, so hard and strong, their bodies alone made you wet, you wanted them so badly, but you were enjoying this little game also. You wanted to see how far you could push Steve.

Steve watched you for a moment, and you thought maybe he was going to snap, but he didn't, he moved to press his lips to Bucky's.

Bucky let out a surprised sound, obviously not expecting the kiss, but immediately he melted into it. You watched as their lips moved perfectly together over your face, slowly, so you wouldn't disturb them you moved one hand to your nipples, tweaking them through the thin material of your nightgown, moaning softly as you watched them kiss.

Steve groaned against Bucky's mouth, his hand sliding behind Bucky's head, gripping his hair. You loved them so much, they were perfect. So perfect. And all yours. You moved your free hand down to your pussy, sliding two fingers down your slit, spreading your lips, allowing the wetness to be all over you. You moaned softly as you dipped a finger inside, you were so tight every time, you had no idea how you fit them in so nicely every time.

"You want it bad, don't you?" Steve asks, both men now looking down at you. You looked up at them with wide eyes, nodding. You stopped your fingers for a moment, Bucky moved his hand down over yours, cupping your pussy.

"No babygirl, keep going, let daddy see you" He whispers, you bite your lip and nod, listening to him you start moving your fingers again, slower than before, wanting to give him a show, your eyes stayed on Bucky, they threatened to close as you made yourself feel so good.

"Eyes on me angel, that's my good girl" Bucky whispers. You reached up closer to Steve, making it seem like you were about to kiss him, but at the last second you moved away and planted your lips onto Bucky's.

"Naughty little thing" Steve mutters, his hand moves down, he swats your fingers away from your wet core and slaps your clit, you jolt up into his touch, a small noise leaving your lips as he slaps again.

"Think I pissed him off?" You ask Bucky quietly, your lips moved against his as you spoke. Bucky chuckled and nodded. "I think you did, doll. Think he's gonna punish you for it too"

"Punish me?" You repeat, you move your body so your naked cunt grinds against Bucky's boxers and your arse against Steve's boxers, causing them both to groan loudly, music to your ears. Steve's hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to his body, his lips traced your ears, licking the skin.

"Oh, darling, you know I'm gonna punish you for teasing me, you're being such a needy little thing right now, and you need to be put in your place, don't you?"

"I'm not being naughty for Bucky" You point out, smirking up to your boyfriend.

"You're my good girl, aren't ya doll?" Bucky asks, you nod, agreeing with him. Before you can say another word, Steve moves you as he moves himself, Bucky crawls to the end of the bed, watching you both. Steve grabs your hips and lies you over his lap, ass up, he pushes your nightgown up and off your body, finally leaving you naked, you shivered when he placed a hand softly on your arse cheek.

"Bad girls are punished" He mutters, Steve lifts a hand and plants it down heavily on your ass, you jolt from the touch, moaning softly.

You look over to Bucky, your eyes wide, he watched you with a smirk on his lips.

"Be good baby, take your punishment" He whispers, Bucky reaches over touching your cheek gently, tracing his finger down to your chin.

"Count, angel" Steve says, his voice low and dark, you nod and count as he slaps you.

"Two!" Smack!

"Three!" Smack!

"You look so pretty darling, so fucking pretty for us" Bucky whispers, you open your eyes to look at him, your mouth watered when you saw he had taken his boxers off, his hard cock was in his metal hand and he stroked it whilst looking at you.

"Don't look at him" Steve orders. "You don't get to look at him when I'm punishing you"

You whined, looking back to meet Steve's gaze, his gaze was hard as he looks down at you, he smacks your red cheeks once more and moves you, planting you on the bed, lying on your stomach.

Steve moves on the bed, moving between your legs behind you, with his large hands he harshly opens your legs, pushing your arse up, so you were presented to him. His hand smacks up against your pussy, causing a wet sound to echo through the room, your legs wobbled as he spanked your pussy again.

"Stevie!" You whined as he pushed two fingers into your hole, you were so wet, so needy for them, it only hurt the tiniest amount, you tightened around him, wanting to feel more, you wanted, no needed, the stretch of his cock, and Bucky's deep inside of you.

Steve stopped his movements, keeping his two fingers deep inside you, his free hand moved to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly, as your back arched you whined softly.

"You're so fucking hot like this" Steve mutters, you gasped as his fingers started moving again, he fucked your hole with them, you were dripping wet, dripping down his fingers. "My filthy slut, aren't you?"

Your mouth hung open as you feel the coil in your stomach, the warmth started to spread throughout your body, and then it stopped, you whined loudly, turning slightly to look back at Steve, his hand still had a fistful of your hair, causing it to hurt as you looked to him.

"You didn't answer daddy, angel" He says with a smirk, his usual blue eyes dark with lust.

"I'm sorry daddy, please, let me come, please" You begged, you moved your hips trying to fuck yourself on his stilled fingers.

"Aw come on Stevie, look at her, let her come" Bucky suggests.

"You hear that angel? Bucky thinks I should let you come, but I don't think you've deserved it, I want you to work for it" Steve says, he adds a third finger into your tight hole but doesn't move them. "Fuck yourself on my fingers"

You whined but listened, you rested both of your arms on the bed, and laid your head to the side, getting a perfect view of Bucky fisted his cock watch both you and Steve. You moved your hips, shuffling your knees open as you backed yourself onto Steve's fingers. It felt amazing, his hands were large already, so having three of his fingers inside of your tight hole felt heavenly. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes on Bucky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your edge.

"Ask me" Steve says darkly. "Ask me or I'll stop, and you won't get to come all night"

"Ah Steve, don't be mean" Bucky says quietly.

"You want the same treatment Bucks?" Steve asked, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke. Bucky said nothing further.

"Daddy, please, can I come?" You ask, your voice breaking as you move your hips faster.

"See, you can be good" Steve murmurs, he swats your ass again, the feeling stinging a little, and then finally he moves two fingers to press down on your clit, you let out a scream as his fingers fuck you and press down on your clit, you feel your body explode with feeling as you reach your high, coming hard all over his fingers, you closed your eyes, feeling your vision go funny for a moment, like all the stress from your mission leaving your body all at once as you soak Steve's fingers.

"That's my good girl, that's it, ride daddy's fingers" Steve mutters, his fingers slowing down on your sensitive nerves.

"Fuck, Stevie. I'm so close, let me have her?" Bucky says, his voice breaking off into a whimper. You flop down on the bed, your legs giving out from the pleasure. You watched as Bucky moved closer to you, lying on his back, Steve must of answered him, you must of missed it.

"Come here, my darling" Bucky whispers, you move your body, feeling heavy as you climb onto his body, Bucky helps you, guiding you by your hips. "Gonna fuck you nice and good, my sweet girl"

"Yes...oh please, daddy"

Bucky holds his cock with one hand and lifts your hips with his other, he presses the head to your clit, rubbing you for a few moments, you shiver and rut your hips against him, he smirked up at you and slips the head of his cock between your folds until finally he presses against your willing hole. You whimpered pathetically and moved your hips to sink down completely onto him.

"Fuck" He mutters breathlessly, you move your hands onto his chest, holding yourself up as you lift your hips up and back down, feeling the full stretch of his large cock within you, Bucky was the thicker one out of him and Steve, and you loved it, loved being full of him.

"Bucky, yes...oh.." You stuttered, his hand held your hip, helping you lift up and down.

"That's my girl, so good for me"

"You two look so perfect" Steve adds, you turn to face him, seeing him naked now as he fucks his hand.

"Why don't you join us?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Don't mind if I do, you've got Bucky fucking you so nicely" Steve says, he moves to kneel in between Bucky's legs, both his hands grab your arse, squeezing you in his large hands. "Is he making you feel loved baby?"

You nod, leaning your head back to rest on Steve's chest. "So loved!" You call out as Bucky speeds up, his motions still passionate and loving.

Steve grabbed his cock and pushed it down to press against Bucky's cock, the three of you moaned loudly.

"Please Stevie, I can take it!" You plead, needing to feel them both. Steve chuckled darkly and pushed against Bucky's cock, time slowed down for a moment, no longer was he worried about punishing you, he needed to be careful, he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you or Bucky. You yelped in deep pleasure when the head of Steve's cock pushed into your hole, it was a tight fit, but you were so wet, and ready for him, your pussy sucked him in, needing him more.

"Fuck, lean forward baby" Steve mutters, pushing against your back, you lean forward, letting your breasts press down against Bucky's toned chest. Both his hands, metal and flesh moved to grasp your shoulders.

"That's my girl, so lovely when she's being good for her boys" Steve says, he grips onto the flesh of you hips as his other hand holds his cock, pushing deeper into you, both his and Bucky's cocks were squished together, and the three of you were moaning messes.

Steve moved slowly, he didn't want to hurt either of you, and it wasn't like he was in a rush, Bucky however sounded like he was close, he was panting in your ear and his fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders.

With one last push Steve was fully in you, both his and Bucky's cock's stretched you, the burn between your legs was a good one. You didn't often take them both in one hole at once, but when you did, you felt it for days after, you loved it, you had never felt so full.

"You're so good darling, so good for daddy" Bucky coos, whispering in your ear, kissing the side of your face in between words.

"Good" Steve starts, thrusting half out of you and then back in with each word. "Fucking. Slut."

You mewed, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you moved, letting your forehead fall to Bucky's shoulder, your mouth hung open as noises of pleasure left your lips.

"That's it baby, like this don't ya?" Steve taunts you. "Not sated with one cock, you need two, don't ya baby?"

You whine, feeling your legs shake as you feel yourself come, the liquid leaving your opened hole, drenching both their cocks, they groaned in unison, four hands were on your body, gripping you, grabbing you, Bucky and Steve were feral for you.

"Stevie" Bucky whines, grabbing Steve's hand and holding it against your body, Bucky shuddered and emptied inside of you, coating your inner walls and Steve's cock in his cum, you kissed Bucky's neck softly.

"That's it, come baby" You whisper. Steve's movements sped up, he thrusted his cock deep inside of you, his groans were getting louder.

"Like that??" Steve asks, his grip on your hips getting harder. "Gonna fill you up, dirty slut, fill you with my come, fuck...you've Bucky's come too, fucking dirty girl, gonna fill you up"

You smirked lazily, Steve always got rambling before he came, moments later you clenched around his cock, feeling yourself come as his cock empties inside of you.

The three of you stay still for a moment, panting, your breath heavy and broken.

"I didn't go to mean, did I?" Steve whispers, his body moved, pressing against your back for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your upper spine, he peppered kisses as he travelled down.

"Oh, it was perfect" You answer, a goofy smile on your lips, Bucky grinned as he looked at your face.

"She's cock drunk, Stevie"

"Of course she is, that's why she's our good girl"

You clench your pussy, causing them to groan, both of them move, taking their cocks from you, leaving you completely empty. Steve climbed off the bed first, going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth, he throws it to Bucky and then disappears again.

Bucky moves you to lie down, he washes your body first and then his own, kissing you lazily every so often. Steve finally returns with three bottles of water, and three small chocolate bars.

"Fuel and then sleep, okay?" He says, using his Captain America voice. The three of you wrap blankets around your bodies and sit together, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. You smiled as you watched them, you felt incredibly lucky. You finished the chocolate bar and yawned softly, snuggling back into the bed, the boys copied, snuggling close to your sides.

"Love you darling" Bucky whispers, he presses a light kiss to your forehead.

"Mmm love you" Steve mumbles, his nose pressed to your shoulder as he starts to fall asleep. You close your eyes with a light smile on your lips.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 day ago

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Love Knows No Bounds

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 2004

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has been in a secret relationship with you. When Steve wants to take your relationship public, you freak out and leave for college. Once you’re back in town, you want to work things out with him. Will he forgive you?

Warnings: Age gap, Reader is in late 20s & Steve is in 40s, Angst, Arguing, Dry Humping, Make up sex, P in V.

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Dad’s Best Friend + Dry Humping. Card (KB010)

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For years, you have been in love with your Dad’s best friend, and your family’s next-door neighbor, Steve Rogers. Having just graduated from college in May, you’d decided to come back home for the summer while you figured things out. However, as you travelled, sinking into the familiar comfort of your Dad’s truck, you couldn’t help but remember the last time you saw Steve, devastation plastered over his face.

That night, the pair of you had argued over what your plans were gonna be once you graduated. He wanted you to come home and move in with him, to finally come out and tell the world you were in love. The problem was that you weren’t sure if you were ready. Steve had been so upset by your indecision that he’d pushed for an answer. However, it had the effect of making you so mad that you’d threatened not to come back home. Then, before you’d let him get a word in, you stormed off.

That had been a horrible way to leave things, and you wondered how were you supposed to fix things that seemed so broken? Especially considering that you’d been at college since January - a whole five months had passed with no contact between you.

It was nighttime by the time your dad arrived back at the house and pulled into the driveway. Grabbing your duffle bag and backpack, you got out and made your way to the front door. A glance over to Steve’s house revealed him standing at a window, staring at you. Not knowing what to do, you waved, but he just walked away and disappeared into the house. Your fingers curled, and your arm lowered at your side. Great, so this is how it was going to be, you thought.

Walking into the house, you headed upstairs to your room. It all looked the same as when you’d left. Placing your bags down, you considered unpacking, but instead decided that there was no time like the present to talk things out with Steve. You were both adults, and would be in close proximity for the next few months, so the sooner things were settled between you, the better. You looked in the mirror and decided you were just going to stay in your leggings and shirt.

Heading back down the stairs, you told your dad you were going for a walk, not even waiting to hear his reply. Walking next door, your stomach was in knots as you made your way to his front door; however, before you could even knock, the door swung open.

Steve filled the doorway and just stared at you, as if he didn't know what to say after you left him the way you did. It was clear that a part of him was still angry, but you hoped that a part of him had missed you too.

“What do you want, doll?”

Your hands started to fidget in front of your body, fingers twisting together, as you spoke. “Can we talk?”

“Now you want to talk? Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, sweeping it back off his forehead. “Fine. Get in here so no one gets nosy.” He stepped to the side to let you pass. You walked into his house, and he motioned you towards the living room as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with the place, its similarities to your own home’s open concept notwithstanding. You made your way to the couch and sat down, Steve taking the easy chair to your left.

“What do you want to talk about? It’s been five months since you left me hanging without a single phone call or text.”

You took a deep breath to prepare for the fight that had been brewing for months.

“Steve, I want to apologize for how I left things between us at the beginning of the year. I was confused and scared.”

“No shit. But what exactly were you scared of? Me? Commitment? Both?.”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve never been scared of you. You’ve never frightened me in all the years we have known each other. And I’m not afraid of commitment either. I’m afraid of what my dad would say if he found out about us. He trusts you, Steve, like you’re family to him. This would break that trust and damage my relationship with him.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not dumb, doll, and I’d been figuring out a plan for months, but you never gave me a chance to explain. Do you know how badly you hurt me? I thought I lost you. Hell, I might’ve already.”

You started to tear up as you listened to him speak. You’d never intended to hurt him as badly as you did, and now he thought he’d lost you for good.

“All I wanted to do was take our relationship to the next step,” he continued. “But instead, you broke my heart. I don’t know how to fix this!”

You’d really screwed up and also had no idea how to fix it, either. But you were going to try anyway.

“Steve, I want to fix this. Tell me how, and I’ll work towards it.”

Steve got up from his seat and started to pace the living room.

“I don’t know if you can doll. I love you dearly, never stopped, but you really did a number on me.”

“Steve, I love you too. Always have and always will. Please, I'm begging for another chance.”

Tears started to gather in Steve's eyes, and he looked completely lost. Did he still long for you inside his heart? You waited, breath caught in your throat as he contemplated what he was going to do. Would he tell you to go, or would he give you another chance?

“You know, a part of me wants to call this quits. Move on and find a wife. The other part of me knows I won’t ever be as happy as when I’m with you. You complete me in every way imaginable.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again and pinning you with his ocean blue gaze. “I’m giving you another chance, but this time you have to talk things through. No shutting me out like you did before. Does that sound fair?”

Tears spill down your face as you start crying. “Yes, that’s fair.”

Steve sits down in his chair and holds his arms open for you. “Come here, love.”

You pushed off the couch, crossing the space between you, and straddled his legs as you sobbed into his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

“Shhh, it’s okay, doll. Everything is going to be okay now. Just wait and see.” His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Your crying slowed, and then stopped, as you nuzzled your face into Steve’s neck. Your lips start to press softly against his skin and you could feel his cock twitch beneath you. A moment later, Steve grabbed your hips and started to move them, making you grind against his muscular thigh. You let out a whimper as you began dry humping against his ever-growing bulge. The friction was increasing your arousal and a wet spot formed on your leggings.

Steve kept making you grind against him, but when you were about to cum, so close your body was trembling, he suddenly stopped. You whine at the loss of the friction, and Steve chuckled.

“I don’t want you cumming in your leggings. Your pussy only cums around my cock.”

He lifted you with ease, and your legs wrapped around his waist. Steve carried you up the stairs and to his bedroom and when he placed you back on your feet, you both started to undress one another, clothes flying everywhere until you were both naked.

You crawled up the bed with Steve’s eyes following your every movement. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him and he finally moves to follow, climbing onto the foot of the bed and working his way up your body, kissing you all over. When he reached your face, he went back down again, kissing your breasts and the spot on your neck that always made you whimper. You knew he would love to take his time with you right now, he always did prefer it that way, but right now both your bodies are screaming with need. He grabbed his cock and slowly pumped it a few times and you couldn’t draw your eyes away as he rubbed his tip through your wet folds and finally sank home to where he was meant to be.

Steve leant on his arms as he drove his thick cock in and out of you. You groaned in pleasure as he pushed you higher and higher, back towards your orgasm. In and out, slow and steady, Steve made love to you. He dips his head, panting against your neck, now and again, kissing and sucking on that spot that drives you wild. Your legs are wrapped around his trim waist, anchoring you together even more, as he worked you over and over again.

Steve finally drove his cock into you for that one pivotal moment where you finally came around him, a long moan of his name on your lips. As your walls squeezed and spasm around Steve’s cock he slowed down for a moment before speeding back up and starting to fuck you into the mattress. Your fingers laced with his and he placed your hands by your head.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so good. I just want you in my bed. Every. Fucking. Night.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. In and out, harder and faster, he took you until finally, he came deep inside your pussy with a shout of your name.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a towel and cleaned gently between your legs before throwing the towel in a hamper. In a moment, he crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers over both of you. You turned to cuddle into his side, your head resting on his chest.

“Steve? What was the plan you had figured out for months that I didn’t listen to?

Steve chuckled for a minute before he could compose himself.

“I talked to your dad about us already,” he admitted.

“Wait, what?” You sat up and looked down at him, taken completely by surprise

“After you left, I wasn’t in a good headspace. So one night, I show up depressed and drunk at your dad’s house. He asks what’s wrong, and I say I’m in love with your daughter. That I wanted you back and I was going to marry you.”

“You want to marry me?” You gasped in shock.

“I do, doll. Well, after I spilled my drunken heart out, your dad punched me in the face a few times. Told me he had a feeling something wasn’t right cause you kept going for walks every night. He even said he could see you light up every time I was around.”

“So what did my dad say after that? Is he mad at us?”

“Your dad threatened to shoot me if I ever broke your heart. We didn’t talk for a few months, but by April we were hanging out again.”

“I’m surprised he’s okay with this. Us. Although, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because I’ve decided I wanted to move in with you. I’m going to find a job in town so we can be together.”

Steve rolled you onto your back and kissed you passionately. “Now that just made my day. I’m so happy you decided to choose me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Just the two of us.”

“Same Stevie. This is the start of a new chapter for us.”

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ramp-it-up · 11 hours ago

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Thanks so much for sharing! Did not realize that this is almost at 1K! 😲

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Summary: Bucky and Steve's relationship is practically perfect in any way. And then Bucky wishes for what would make it complete for his birthday. Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes!

Word count: 5.6 K

Pairing: Stucky x Enhanced!Reader (Sparrow)

A/N: This is another dream inspired by #BuckyBarnesBirthdayBingo by @avengers-assemble-bingo. This fulfills the square: Another Year Older, Another Year Bolder. Althought I've written mfm before, I've not written Stucky. Let me know how I did. 😬 Please reblog, comment, and like!

Another note: This is canon divergent in the events of Endgame, Steve returns from replacing the Infinity Stones, but he still gives Sam the shield.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Bucky and Steve. That should be the entire warning, but it's not. Grumpy Steve and, cock blocker Sam. Poly sex acts, angst, emoting, wild thoughts, a birthday wish, which leads to birthday sex. Birthday sex: Captain and Sargeant kink, fingering, voyeurism, nipple play, oral (female receiving), raw p in v, two sex acts simultaneously (not dp) cock denial, creampie, squirting. I wish I could say this was a one shot, but... well, let me know if you want another part.

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The way Bucky pushed back against Steve’s command and control, subtly at times, outrageously at others, was a sight to witness.

The order and restraint that defined the former Captain America trembled in Bucky’s presence.

And Steve made Bucky come alive, fully awake for the first time in years.

Steve belonged to Bucky and Bucky to Steve, for almost a century, even when he couldn’t remember his own name. After all they’d been through, they finally had the time and space to proclaim and celebrate their love.

They were the most beautiful couple you’d ever seen.

When you first joined the team, you were starstruck not because they were some of the most famous Avengers, the hero and the villain, but because they were sun and moon, yin and yang, and seemed utterly perfect and complete in their relationship.

They were nice to you, respectful and curious, as you were the most like them. But you were so very different. You’d wanted to serve your country as a volunteer for a 20 week trial of the serum, the effects of which you were assured would be reversed.

Turned out, the people doing the assuring were HYDRA in disguise.

Now, here you were, another supersoldier and newbie on the team, and that caused them to drift toward you naturally. Skittish at first, you warmed up to them and became the third musketeer, training, working together, and hanging out.

Your code name was Sparrow, because you were small yet fierce, which Steve admired, and handy with sharp implements, which made Bucky smile, which was a feat.

With this team, you third wheeling became a running joke. Although you didn’t admit that you would jump at the chance, you could handle the ribbing, mainly because you thought you were in no danger of having your deepest fantasies fulfilled.

Of course it was a joke, because what would they need with you?

It was a question you were beginning to ask more in the past few months. It had almost been a year since you joined the Avengers and everyone was comfortable with you now.

Especially Bucky and Steve.

As time progressed, way they acted with you was more than familiar and you began to feel something…else in the way they interacted with you.

When he looked at you, Steve’s gaze was steady, with heat simmering just beneath it. You admired the way he shared command of the team with Sam easily, his restrained and disciplined demeanor the default until he was pushed.

And so you did it, because you wanted to see that control crack for you like it did with Bucky.

You disobeyed Steve on a routine mission, but the actions you took put you in slightly more danger than was planned. Steve snapped and chewed you out so thoroughly that you were wet for the entire seven minutes that he lectured you on protocol. It was a thorough dressing down, and it made you want to get undressed for him.

After, he retreated to the other side of the room, looking at you like he was considering all the ways he could break you apart and put you back together. You stared back at him, silently daring him to.

He would have bent you over the desk if Sam hadn’t told him to give you a break. He stalked out and you wanted to follow him and submit to anything he wanted, but Sam followed him instead.

Bucky didn’t hold back that day either. His hunger was blatant, carved into the smirk that tugged at his lips, in the way he leaned just a little too close, testing, demanding.

His voice dropped when he spoke to you, low and rough, thick with the promise of something dark and dangerous.

“What you did wasn’t too smart, Sparrow. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that. Better be careful, before Steve takes it out on your ass.”

Bucky devoured you with those sharp and knowing eyes, like he already knew how you’d sound when you moaned his name and how you’d feel beneath his hands.

“Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind that…”

Sam came back into the room and cocked blocked yet again. This time you escaped the situation.

After that, you were caught in a storm of tension so thick it was dizzying. You knew what Bucky and Steve were to each other, two halves of something unbreakable that was forged through war and loss and survival.

And yet, somehow, they’d turned their attention on you.

The heat between you was filled with unspoken promises that these two men would destroy you in the most exquisite ways.

And God help you, you wanted them to.

—-

Bucky’s birthday rolled around not too long after that, a crisp March day bright with newfound sunlight and celebration.

Steve had apologized to you and you to him, yet there was something unfinished there. He still held you at arms length.

Nevertheless, you were able to have a fun day celebrating your “old man,” as you joked about Bucky. Steve’s eyes flashed and Bucky’s jaw clenched when you said it.

And when you kissed him on the cheek after wishing him happy birthday, Steve’s cock hardened when he noticed the way Bucky’s fingers twitched on your lower back.

Bucky had never been one for birthdays. For too many years, they were just another mark on a calendar he didn’t remember, a reminder of how much time had slipped through his fingers like sand.

But now, things were different. Bucky was bolder now.

The older Bucky got, the more he leaned into asking for what he wanted. And for what he needed.

Because of that newfound boldness, now he had Steve.

And this year, he had you.

Was that right?

Maybe he should’ve questioned the way you had slipped into their lives like you were always meant to be there, and the way his body recognized your presence before his mind did.

But it was all so obvious.

He noticed it in the way Steve looked at you, that quiet hunger he tried to reign in but never quite managed to. He felt it in himself, in the way his pulse jumped when you laughed, in the way his fingers twitched with the need to touch you. It was also in the way his stomach tightened whenever you looked straight through him into his essence.

Only Steve had been able to do that before.

And Steve was lost, too. His eyes followed you when you walked out of a room, like he was waiting for the moment you'd return.

Strangely Bucky wasn’t jealous, but at first he was alarmed when he noticed the way you looked at both him and Steve. Like you were just waiting for one of them to finally say it out loud.

But then he realized that he just needed to ask for what he wanted. For what he and Steve both needed.

So Bucky did.

It was 2 AM of the morning after night of his birthday, the three of you the last hangers on in the living room of their apartment. Each time you made to leave, one of them drew you into another conversation.

Finally, Steve lit the match.

He asked Bucky what he wished for when he blew out his candles.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate because he wasn’t good at pretending. Never had been.

"I wished for Sparrow to join us," he said simply, leaning back against the couch, watching as Steve processed his words.

Neither you, nor Steve, had to question what he meant. The meaning was painfully clear.

Steve’s blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. His jaw tightened as his fingers flexed against his thigh. Bucky could tell he was already overthinking, probably considering a dozen different ways this could go wrong.

That was just the way Steve was, always careful, always considerate. Even to the point of denying himself.

But Bucky knew Steve wanted this too.

Across from them, you stilled. Then, slowly, like you wanted them to see, you tilted your head and uncrossed your legs in your short skirt, just to cross them again, the smooth slide of your thighs against each other made Bucky’s mouth go dry and Steve’s pulse race.

A smirk played at the edge of your lips, but your eyes gave you away. There was curiosity there, something that said you’ve thought about this too.

Bucky pretended to be cool even as tension and heat coiled tight in his gut.

"It’s my birthday. And I figured—why not make it interesting?"

Steve exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand through his golden hair, his ears tinged red. Bucky knew that look.

He had seen it in battle, right before Steve made a decision that would change everything.

He’d seen it in private, right before Steve begged for his cock.

Steve’s gaze flickered to you, then back at Bucky, then at you again. He and Bucky had built something solid between them, something unshakable, but he couldn't deny there was a certain pull whenever you were around.

The tension, the glances, the way you fit so seamlessly into their lives. It was heady.

You sat watching the scene, eyes flickering between them with interest.

"You don't have to say yes," Bucky said, giving Steve an easy out.

But he smirked anyway, because deep down, he already knew what the answer would be. Steve was flustered, Bucky could tell, but not upset.

No, this was something else.

"You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?" you asked Bucky, your voice smooth, teasing.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea," Bucky chuckled.

You gasped as if those words alone sent a jolt through you. Then you hummed trying to remain calm as you tapped a finger against your knee, eyes flickering toward Steve.

"And you, Captain?"

Steve’s breath hitched just slightly as he gazed at you. Small, but Bucky caught it.

And when Steve’s gaze landed back on him, slow and deliberate, Bucky felt it. That heat. That unspoken understanding.

Bucky saw it happen in real time, the shift in Steve’s expression, the way his pupils blew wide, the way his fingers twitched like he was fighting the urge to reach for you right now.

Steve smiled and his voice was a low rasp when he finally spoke.

"Happy birthday, Buck."

Bucky grinned.

—

The second Steve said it, the air in the room changed.

You didn’t move right away, just watched them, your breath just a little uneven. Bucky could feel your body heat, close enough to touch. Close enough to ruin.

He’d imagined this. Countless times.

What it would be like to have you here, caught between him and Steve, wanting them.

But reality was so much better.

Bucky reached out first, metal fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you up and forward until you landed on his lap with a soft gasp. His other hand found your waist, grinding you against him. Your body was warm, soft, and pliant in all the ways he had dreamed about.

"You sure about this, sweetheart?" he murmured against your ear, his lips just barely brushing the sensitive skin there.

His voice was rough and hungry.

You shivered in his grip.

"I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t."

Bucky let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening.

"Good."

Behind you, Steve shifted, so close Bucky could feel the desire radiating off him. When he spoke, his voice was thick, laced with restraint.

"You look good like this," Steve murmured, and when you turned your head slightly to look at him, Bucky caught the way Steve's face changed to a look of pure lust

Fuck.

Bucky had always known Steve wanted you, just as much as he did. He’d seen it in the way Steve watched you, in the way he tried to be respectful, to keep a distance, even though everything in him wanted to close it.

Not anymore. He was going to help Bucky thoroughly defile you.

Bucky leaned in, pressing his lips just beneath your jaw, smirking when he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.

"You gonna let us take care of you, Sparrow?" he rasped. "Since it is my birthday, after all."

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned slightly in his lap, your fingers reaching up to curl in Steve’s shirt, tugging him closer.

"Yes. I want you both to take care of me tonight.”

With those words, the space between all three of you disappeared in an instant. Bucky felt your body press against his, your breath warm against his neck, and it took everything in him not to lose himself right then and there.

He wanted to take his time. He wanted to feel this, wanted to drag it out until you were breathless, until Steve’s control cracked, until all three of you were left trembling in the aftermath.

Steve’s lips hovered just above yours, his breath uneven. Bucky watched, enthralled, as you stared up at him, eyes dark and half-lidded.

"You absolutely certain about this?" Steve asked, voice low and thick with something deeper than just desire.

You reached up, curling your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down until your lips brushed his.

"Never been more certain of anything."

Steve groaned softly, capturing your lips in a slow, hungry kiss. Bucky exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening as he felt you melt between them.

Holy shit, this was happening.

Watching you kiss Steve, watching the way his hands skimmed over your sides and the way your body responded, Bucky swore he could feel it in his own skin.

When you finally pulled away, your breath hitched, and your lips were swollen as your eyes flickered toward Bucky. He smirked, tilting his head slightly, fingers grazing your jaw before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own.

While Steve’s kiss had been slow and languid, Bucky’s was something else entirely.

Possessive. Starved.

You let out a soft sound against his mouth, your fingers tightening in his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his metal hand trailing up your spine, cold against the heat of your skin. You shivered, arching just slightly, and hell, that was enough to drive him crazy.

Behind you, Steve let out a low chuckle, pressing closer, his lips grazing your collarbone.

"Didn’t think you’d be the greedy one, Buck," he murmured, amused.

Bucky smirked against your lips.

"Oh, I know how to share."

His blue eyes flickered between both of you, dark and full of promise.

"Especially when it’s something this good."

Your breath came in shallow pants, eyes flickering between them, heat pooling between the three of you, thick enough to drown in.

Steve’s fingers traced the curve of your jaw, tilting your face back toward him, his lips barely ghosting over yours as he whispered, “You sure you can handle us both, Sweetheart?”

His voice was teasing, but beneath it was reverence, like he needed to be sure before he let himself fall. This was the fourth time they’d asked for your consent.

They were really about to ruin you.

“Guess we’re about to find out,” you murmured.

A soft, delighted hum rumbled in Steve’s chest behind you. Bucky caught the way your body shivered at the sensation of the warmth of Steve pressed against your back and at the weight of Bucky in front of you.

Sandwiched between them, you fit perfectly, like you had always belonged here, like this was inevitable.

“We should take our time with this,” Steve murmured against the skin of your neck.

“Make sure she knows exactly what she’s gotten herself into.”

Bucky smirked, sliding his metal hand up your spine, relishing the way you arched into his touch.

“That sounds like a plan, Stevie.”

The way they were talking about you as if you weren’t there served to make you wetter than you already were. You wanted to be used by them for their pleasure.

For yours.

The two men looked at each other in a silent exchange that didn’t need words. It had always been that way between them. Decades of understanding built through war, through loss, and through finding each other over and over again despite the odds.

But this?

This was new.

Sharing something, someone, this intimately wasn’t just about lust.

It was trust. It was knowing Steve would move when Bucky moved, and that Steve would read him the way he always had. It was knowing that they could balance each other, even in this.

And you were centered in it, the tether between them, the unspoken possibility they had both been too afraid to touch until now.

Bucky slid his hand to the back of your neck, guiding your lips back to his. He kissed you slowly and deeply, savoring the way you melted into him, the way you rolled yourself over him.

The sound of your soft sigh sent heat curling in his stomach, and just as he deepened it, Steve’s hand slid over your hips, grinding you down harder on Bucky’s lap.

“Fuck, you feel s’good, Bucky”

You were already lust drunk, the thought that you would have them both electrifying your body. And your mind.

“Think she likes this,” Steve mused, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt.

“What do you think, Buck?”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark, searching. You were breathless, caught between them, pupils blown wide.

“Oh, she loves this,” he murmured, dragging his metal fingers down your spine again, watching the way you arched your back, feeling the heat pool between your legs.

Steve hummed in approval, his grip on your shirt turned to pulling it up and over your head. Bucky’s eyes widened at the fact that you didn’t have on a bra. Well, he’d guessed at it earlier as his eyes took in your body, but seeing you in the flesh, and in his face made his blood heat.

When Steve grabbed your tits and, softly at first, then more urgently pulled and rolled your nipples, Bucky licked his lips and glanced over your shoulder before he leaned down and sucked you through Steve’s fingers.

You threw your head back on Steve’s chest as you rode Bucky’s straining jeans covered cock.

Oh, this was heaven.

“Open your eyes, Sparrow.”

You hadn’t even realized you’d closed them. You opened your eyes as Bucky’s hands went to your thighs and spread you wider against him. The move bunched your skirt high up around your hips, leaving you with only your panties covering you.

Steve watched as Bucky pulled your dress higher yet and then palm your pussy through your panties. He reached down and together, the two men tore your panties and tossed them aside like they were made of tissue paper.

“She’s so wet, Stevie. Wet and…”

Bucky slid his hand to your pussy and pushed two fingers into you.

“…Tight. Holy fuck she’s going to feel so good.”

You rocked your hips to take his fingers deeper, but he gripped you with his metal hand, forcing you still.

“"M gonna fuck you first since it's my birthday. But should we show Steve what he’s missing?”

Bucky’s touch, while authoritative and demanding, was nothing less than reverent. And Steve’s gaze was on you as much as it was on Bucky.

You made a noise that must have been enough for Bucky, because he turned you around on his lap as Steve backed up for a better view. Bucky palmed and finger fucked you for Steve’s benefit.

And yours.

You moaned and squirmed in his clutch, while the only reaction from the blond was a tightening in Steve’s jaw and his blue eyes going molten steel. Bucky laughed softly.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Sparrow. I’ve never met a man with better control than Steve. It’s downright supernatural. It’ll take a better show than this to get him over back over here to put his hands all over you.”

He nipped your earlobe.

“If you make it very, very good, I’ll even let him use his mouth.”

There wasn’t enough air in the room. There couldn’t be. Your breath hitched in your lungs, and it took you two tries to force words out.

“What–what if I want his cock?”

This time, Bucky’s laughter filled the room. He sat up, taking you with him, and positioned you with your legs on either side of his thighs.

“Tell her, Stevie.”

The other man crossed his arms across his broad chest, his features cold. Why did that turn you on so much?

“After what you did on that last mission, you have to earn my cock, Sparrow.”

His arrogance should have been a turnoff. It should have made you want to put him in his place and make him earn access to you. Instead, a part of you that you just met whispered in your brain.

I want to earn your cock, Steve. Just tell me what I need to do.

You slammed your mouth shut hard enough that your teeth clicked to avoid giving voice to those thoughts. You took a breath, and then another, then leaned back against Bucky more firmly.

“Then let me play with you, Sargeant.”

Bucky didn’t laugh again. You were a team now, testing Steve’s restraint. He let you stand and guided you out of your clothes. A few seconds later, his shirt joined the growing pile, then he sat you back down on him again.

The shock of his bare skin against your own drew a small moan rom your lips. There wasn’t a soft spot on his body, and he caged you with his chest and arms, one flesh and one metal, holding you open for Steve’s perusal.

You twisted to offer him your mouth, needing to taste him again, and Bucky didn’t hesitate to give in to your unspoken request. His tongue tangled with yours, and he cupped your bare breasts and pinched your nipples to aching peaks. Bucky spread his thighs, forcing yours wider.

You felt Steve’s gaze all over you: On the curve of your neck. Following the path of Bucky’s hands. Centering where your pussy was exposed.

You felt it as if he’d reached out and touched you.

Or maybe it was Bucky responsible for those sensations. It was too much and not enough and you whimpered against his mouth.

“Stop teasing and touch me.”

You grabbed his hand and pressed it between your spread thighs.

“Please, Bucky. I’m gonna die if you don’t make me cum..”

“Can’t have that, can we Stevie?”

He looked him in the eye as he drew your wetness up around your clit with a single finger and circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, easily finding the motion that made your entire body go tight and hot. You opened your eyes and met Steve’s gaze as your orgasm spiraled closer and closer.

A challenge rolled around your brain.

I’ll get what I want, and you’ll have to watch while it happens, knowing you could have been a part of it.

Bucky, damn him, seemed to know exactly you were thinking. He slowed his pace, dragging it out. You whimpered.

“You see how he looks at you? He’s seconds away from stalking over here, smacking my hand away, and licking that pretty pussy until he takes your orgasm for himself.”

You made that soft whimpering sound again. The whole situation was overwhelming your senses, dragging you into a place where every part of you centered around these two men.

“Please!”

You didn’t know what you were pleading for. An orgasm. Bucky. Steve. All three.

“I’ll make you a deal, Sparrow,” Bucky murmured in your ear, his finger never stopping its slow circles that seemed designed to keep you on the edge but never take you over it.

“I’ll let you choose this time. Who do you want to gift this orgasm to?”

“Both!”

The answer tore itself from your lips, too honest for your own good. Steve grinned. His white teeth flashed and his eyes lit up with amusement, the whole effect knocking him from just handsome to downright dangerous.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into, you thought.

Bucky kissed the back of your neck.

“Good girl.”

He slid his hand away from you cunt as you grunted in displeasure.

“Stop playing and get over here, Steve. We’ve got to take care of our girl.”

Steve walked toward you and stopped to tip up your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip.

“This mouth was made for one thing.”

You caught his thumb between your teeth and bit him, just hard enough to get his attention. You felt off-center and floaty and needy, but you weren't weak.

You lifted your chin at the same time you looked at the bulge in his pants.

“Then do something about it.”

There it was again. The heat radiating off of Steve that made you sure he wanted to ruin you. You shifted, but Bucky held you, caged and spread by your thighs and your elbows behind you.

You rocked your ass back against his cock, desperate for him to lose control the same way you were on the verge of doing.

Steve just stood there, staring down at you with his mouth quirked in a smile. He released your mouth and shook his head.

“You haven’t earned my cock and you damn well know it.”

He kneeled and braced his hands on Bucky’s legs. His knuckles dragged along your inner thighs, close enough to where you wanted him that you felt his heat near your clit

Steve leaned towards your face, his dark eyes intent, and you braced for another kiss.

But he didn’t kiss you. He dragged his rough cheek against yours, and you twisted as best you could to watch him take Bucky’s mouth.

You stared in shock as they kissed right next to you.

No, calling it a kiss was too mundane.

Steve and Bucky came together like two titans clashing, like opposing forces of nature, where one had to submit or they would destroy each other. Bucky shifted his grip on your elbows to one hand and used his free hand to tangle his fingers in Steve’s hair.

He disconnected the kiss, and Steve groaned softly. You felt it as intensely as if it had come from your own throat. Bucky raked his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip as they parted, his blue eyes darker than they’d been before. He ran his thumb over Steve’s bruised mouth, mirroring what Steve had done to you.

“You give her your cock when I say you do. Not before.”

Through some unspoken agreement, they reversed positions. Bucky released your arms and Steve caught your wrists in a single hand before you had a chance to fully appreciate your freedom. He dropped onto the couch with you sprawled on his lap.

You huffed out a breath.

“I can move on my own, you know.”

“We like moving you.”

Bucky knelt between your and Steve’s spread thighs.

“And you like being moved by us.”

He looked up at you and whatever smartass comment you were thinking of disappeared into thin air.

“Wider, Stevie. I want to see all of her.”

Steve responded, spreading his thighs and parting your legs further. Bucky ran his thumbs up the dip where your thigh met your pussy, exploring, his expression intense as if committing every bit of you to memory.

He glanced at Steve, and that was all the other man needed to guide your hands down to the couch on either side of his hips.

“Don’t move.”

Steve spoke softly in your ear, as if too much volume would break through the spell Bucky wove around you three with his touch. Steve released you and you realized that he wanted his hands free, too.

Lust made your head spin.

You nodded, “Okay.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the quirk of his lips.

“Good girl.”

Steve ran his hands up your stomach and cupped your breasts as Bucky dipped his head and dragged his tongue up your center. Your body went hot and cold, tight and unfurled, all at the same time.

You gripped the edge of the couch cushions with everything you had and bit your lip hard. It was only when Steve nudged you back to lean fully against his chest that you realized you were frozen in a half sit-up, waiting for Bucky’s next move.

The man between your thighs chuckled, the sound vibrating across your skin to your clit.

“Let Steve watch, Sparrow.”

Steve moved your thick hair to the side with one hand and dragged his mouth along the line of your shoulder up to your neck. His beard prickled against your skin, which only made the smooth slide of Bucky’s tongue even more intoxicating.

Your brain couldn’t handle the onslaught of sensation.

Bucky’s hands gripped your thighs as his mouth worked your pussy. Steve played with your nipples as he sucked on the pulse point in your neck. A sound came out of your mouth that you’d never heard before, a keening cry that was more animal than human.

“There you are,” Steve murmured.

Bucky speared into you with two fingers, and then a third, spreading you almost painfully, the sensation completely at odds with the way he sucked your clit. He met your gaze and then looked over your shoulder, and you knew he and Steve were watching each other as Bucky ate your pussy.

The realization sent you hurtling into an orgasm that blanked what few thoughts you had left in your head and bowed your back sharply enough that you would have fallen off Steve’s lap if both men hadn’t held you down.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh my god, oh shit.”

You were just saying words as you experienced the feelings.

Bucky brought you down gently, giving your clit one last thorough suck and shifted to ever-widening circles as your pulses slowed down. He nipped your thigh and sat back on his heels.

“We’ve barely gotten started.”

You blinked at him.

“I don’t know if I can survive more.”

“You can take it.”

This from Steve. He reached down and cupped your pussy, his fingers huge and causing you to dream of his cock.

“Change your mind yet, Sparrow?”

“Is that a trick question?”

They had gotten you off harder than you’d gotten off… well, ever. You weren’t about to stop now.

“I want this.”

Bucky didn’t take his gaze from your face as he unbuttoned his jeans and underwear and replied, “Good.”

You weren’t as polite. You stared at his cock.

Holy shit, you thought.

You’d known he was big, but he wasn’t just big, he was big.

“Oh fuck,” was what you said aloud.

“That’s the idea.”

Steve lifted you and turned you around as Bucky caught your hips. You ended up with your hands on the back of the couch on either side of Steve’s head, your legs wide on the outside of his thighs as you were bent over, tits very nearly in his face.

You looked from his beautiful eyes down to his jeans, to where his large cock was straining against the heavy material. You licked your lips, but Steve used a single finger to tilt your chin back up.

“Not. Yet.”

Bucky stroked his metal hand down your spine and gripped your hip as he lined up at your entrance and you tensed, thinking he would slam home in one thrust.

Or maybe you were hoping.

Instead, he held you tightly so that you couldn’t throw it back on him, and teased you, one delicious inch at a time.

“More, Bucky, moreeeee…”

You were desperate.

Steve shut you up with his mouth, his tongue twisting over yours as Bucky shoved into you to the hilt. Steve cut the kiss off prematurely, then sat back with a smirk as Bucky started fucking you.

“Oh. My. GOD!”

Bucky drove into you again and again, making you sob. He felt so fucking good. Pleasure spiraled through you, and you didn’t know if it was Bucky’s cock, or the way Steve was watching, or both, but you were so close so soon.

Bucky stilled, buried deep, then leaned over and braced his hand on the back of the couch, caging you in with his chest to your back.

Steve moved, sliding down to sit on the floor.

“What are you…? Oh fuck…”

The words choked out of you as Steve captured your hips, his and Bucky’s hands entertwining around you, and then his mouth was on you.

“OH GODDDDD.”

“Not God, Sparrow, Steve.”

Bucky started moving again slowly, and you weren’t able to do anything but take what they were doing to you.

Steve was relentless, and there was nothing restrained in the way his mouth moved over your pussy. He tongued your clit even as Bucky fucked you, and their hands clasped you so hard, that you were sure there would be bruises later.

The thought brought you closer to the brink.

You were gripping the couch so hard that your knuckles went white, and the wood inside was cracking from your strength.

The sight of Steve's golden head between your thighs, of knowing exactly how close it was to Bucky’s cock sent you speeding toward the edge.

Bucky seemed to read your mind.

“Another time, and it would be a stroke for your pussy and one for his mouth,” he chuckled as he palmed your breast and rolled your nipple.

“You’d like that.”

“Yes!” you gasped.

Like didn’t even begin to describe how that image made you feel. And when Bucky’s fingers laced through Steve’s hair, holding him to your clit, it was too much. You could only imagine what Steve was doing to Bucky as well as you. And the image tipped you over the cliff.

Your orgasm buckled your knees and it was Steve and Bucky that kept you on your feet. They held you in place as Bucky kept fucking you, his strokes becoming wilder.

How could one person endure this much pleasure?

The pressure built until you couldn’t hold it any more and then the pleasure caused you to release, squirting all over Steve and all of you melted into a puddle on top of him.

You were speechless, as both Bucky and Steve soothed you with their hands, and words that were meaningless murmurs because of the blood rushing in your ears.

There was no mistaking that this wasn’t over yet. And that you didn’t want it to be.

Bucky stood up, and lifted you in his arms, looking at you for a minute as Steve started down the hallway ahead of you, stripping off his clothes.

You heard the shower start as Bucky murmured.

“Been one hell of a birthday so far. Stay with us tonight?”

“Yes,” you managed to whisper as Bucky claimed your lips again.

“Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes.”

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