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Don’t Speak but Listen (S.R, B.B. smut)

Well, I did another fic challenge, this time for the lovely @angryschnauzer! My guidelines for my fic was Walking Dead AU with our favorite super soldiers, STUCKY!!!

Reader was awfully fond of the changes of season, one in particular: summer into fall. But when she and Bucky goes on a run and she winds up in a sex shop, the two soldiers have a brilliant idea on how to punish her.

Warnings: use of blindfolds and handcuffs, smut, sex(mxf), fucking one’s self(the m word creeps me out), slight domxsub scene, mmf, oral sex, fingering, mentions of a sex tot( not really) and my favorite warning: cursing!!!

Word Count: 2237 😅(the end is kind of rushed I’m so sorry this is a lot of garbage)

Ever since the Apocalypse started back three years ago, I knew that I needed to savor the little things that I loved in my previous life. One of the biggest things that I had loved was when the leaves changed from green to beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow into fall. New York was notorious for its change from summer to fall and it was my favorite time of the year. So of course, my best friends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes knew that they had to savor the moment of the seasons changing.

“Y/N, you seeing this?” Bucky asked, nudging me awake. I rubbed at my head, groaning when I realized that my headache from the night before still wasn’t gone, and asked,”Please tell me that we don’t have walkers standing outside of that door.”

Steve grinned down at me then answered,”Nope. C’mere and check it out.” He helped me to my feet and I peeked out the window, anxious at the sight that might greet me, then let out a sigh of relief. The leaves were finally brushing the grass and was creating small piles all over the yard. I gave my friends a small grin then asked,”You guys wanna go play in the leaves with me?”

The two exchanged smiles and we darted outside, making sure to take weapons in case we would run into a walker.

I stared down at the small piles and shuffled my feet through the leaves, enjoying the crunch underneath my boots. It was a soothing sound and when I turned to look at my best friends, I got a face full of leaves. I gaped at a grinning Steve then he threw more with a chuckle, racing around the trio of oak trees in our front yard as I started to chase him.

“You’re such a child!” I cried out, trying to stuff his shirt with the offending objects. In return, Bucky began helping his best friend defend himself against my pitiful leaf tossing.

We continued to throw the fallen objects at one another but just as I figured, our laughter drew some unwanted attention, causing us to retreat into the cabin once again after killing the stray walkers that wondered in on our fun.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to play in the leaves more.” Bucky apologized, grasping my hand before kissing my palm. I smiled up at him then replied,”Eh, it’s okay. I’m glad that I got to play in the leaves, even if it was for a short period of time.”

“Maybe after you and Buck get back from your run today, we can go back out.” Steve suggested, settling on our little couch that we found just a few weeks ago. I hummed in agreement then nodded, motioning for Bucky to lead the way to the car, knowing that the sooner that we left for in town, the better we would be off.

“Be careful and don’t do anything stupid please!” Steve called out after us, waving us away toward town.

-

To say that the run didn’t go as planned was the understatement of the year. Bucky gave me specific instructions to stay by his side but that was before I found out our big problem.

Someone’s group was skimming all of the supplies that my friends and I had gathered over the last few weeks and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I lured the four people into a shop one by one to take them out. But what I didn’t realize was what kind of shop I had entered.

It was a sex shop in case you were wondering. And that’s where Bucky found me, his two backpacks filled to the brim and mine was empty. His eyebrows furrowed together at the sight then demanded,”What the hell were you thinking, I told you to stay behind me!”

I started to explain my reasoning but he rolled his blue eyes and bit out,”Just get in the fucking truck, Y/N. I want to get back home.”

The car ride back to the cabin was bitterly quiet and I glanced up at him, beginning to make my case, only for him to shut me down once again.

And when we got back home, I realized that my case wasn’t going anywhere, especially when Bucky brought Steve into things.

“I honestly don’t know why you won’t let me explain! Plus, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself perfectly. I don’t need to follow you around like a little duckling. You don’t need to be so pissed off!” I snapped, shoving open the front door, hoping that it would slam in his face. But unfortunately that didn’t work out.

“You didn’t fucking listen to me out there, that’s why I’m pissed!” Bucky shouted, following me into the house, where Steve was relaxing on the couch, a look of confusion crossing his face briefly, before he asked,”What happened?”

“Little Princess over here decided that she was going to fucking risk her life over a fucking vibrator!” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glowering with his rage.

“Jesus Christ, it wasn’t like that!” I shouted, chest heaving with annoyance. He barked out a bitter laugh and looked over me before demanding, ”Really? Then would you mind explaining to me why the hell I found you in a fucking sex shop?” I opened my mouth to reply when I watched Steve come to a stand, my words failing to come out.

The blond tangled his fingers through my hair and yanked back, forcing me to meet his stunning eyes.

“You were in a sex shop?”he hissed out, his nose brushing my own as he leaned closer. I started to reply but he crushed his lips to mine, cutting off my statement. I whimpered into his mouth and he pulled away, turning to Bucky, saying,”You found her in there, you deal with her in your way.”

“Excellent.” Bucky purred, stepping forward. He lifted me over his shoulder and slapped my ass, my body jolting forward. He tossed me onto the bed and snatched the handcuffs that we kept in case we run into some unfriendly people along the way, then snapped them onto my wrists, cuffing me to the bed.

“Bucky, what the hell are you doing?” I shouted, struggling in my restraints as he shifted through our makeshift closet, obviously looking for something.

“You shut your pretty mouth or I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your ass bruised.”he threatened, finally finding whatever he was looking for. Steve entered the bedroom then stroked his beard, index finger running over his bottom lip.

“Steve, please!” I pleaded, giving him a pout but he only shrugged in return. I turned back to Bucky and froze at the sight that greeted me. He was now shirtless, the scars from his life part of his flawless physique, and I watched as his metal arm flexed as he twisted the tie that he had in between his hands.

“I’m going to blindfold you and give you what you’ve wanted since we met. But first, you’re gonna need a little bit of punishment, doll.” He tied the blindfold over my eyes and I gave a small sigh, knowing that nothing good could come from Bucky’s punishments. A small grunt escaped one of the men and I whimpered, the realization of what his form of a punishment was.

“He’s got such a pretty cock, Princess. It’s a damn shame that you can’t see him stroking himself.” Steve murmured in my ear, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

“No.” I gasped out. He hummed in assurement then replied,”Yes ma’am, he’s got his fist all around his dick. Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please! Let me see, please,please, let me see you, let me watch please!” I begged, legs falling open in invitation. Bucky hummed and leaned forward, taking my earlobe between his teeth before he tugged, releasing it slowly, then he gave me an answer,”No.”

I gave a frustrated cry, hips rising to find something to soothe the ache, when I felt fingers slide in between the folds of my pussy, a small gasp escaping me.

“Filthy little whore. You’re soaking wet.” Steve hissed and Bucky lifted my blindfold finally, revealing the sight that I had been desperate to watch.

Steve was settled between my thighs, perched up with one elbow, and I turned my head slightly, locking my gaze to where Bucky was getting himself off.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, you want my cock?”he asked, his tone smug. I nodded eagerly then my head slammed back as Steve sucked my clit into his mouth, giving a small nip as he laved it over with his tongue.

“Let Stevie make you come with that sweet mouth of his and I’ll fuck you senselessly, alright?”he offered, kissing the corner of my mouth. I lifted my head to catch his kiss, only for Steve to wrap his hand around my throat, slamming me back.

“Don’t move, whore. I mean it.”he snarled, shoving three fingers into me. I gave a small shriek then Bucky covered the sound, pushing two of his own fingers into my mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart, you can’t be doing that. You remember what kinda shit we’ll deal with if you make too much noise.” Bucky murmured, pulling his hand away from his dick and his fingers from my mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, blinking tears away. Steve’s blue eyes peered up at my expression then he pulled away from my cunt, his fingers never stopping their speed, as he replied,”It’s okay, doll, don’t cry. We know you want to come, but you can’t be too loud, okay?”

I nodded in agreement then he grinned, saying, ”What a good girl, trying to make things right with us. What do you say, Buck, think you should finally fuck her?”

“Fuck yeah.”the brunet breathed, eyes glued to where Steve rubbed rough circles into my clit, hips twitching with restraint.

“P-please may I come?” I whimpered, fingers tight in the comforter underneath my body. Steve gave a small lick to my core then Bucky stated,”What a polite whore. I guess you can come.”

My head tilted back and he covered my mouth, a cry bubbling up my throat before escaping softly. Steve continued his ministrations, sucking and licking in all the right places to draw out my orgasm as long as possible. Finally the blond pulled away and I slumped against the bed, panting. Bucky finally uncuffed my wrists then kissed the marked skin before he asked,”Are you ready to take my dick, baby doll?”

I gave a small nod then he smiled, pulling me to him, and gripped the base of his cock, brushing the head against my slit.

My fingers tightened around his biceps as he slowly pushed into me, my walls grasping greedily for more. I thrashed my head back and forth, eager for him to begin moving, then I begged, ”Please fuck me, Buck, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll listen, please fuck me!”

He gave a grin then finally, began fucking me like I wanted him to. The sound of skin slapping skin and small groans filled the room and I locked eyes with Steve, who reached up then rubbed at my clit, my hips jerking at the new sensation.

“You’re so desperate to come on his cock, sweetheart, but you have to ask nice or we won’t let you come again.”the blond instructed, giving me a pointed look. I turned to glance at Bucky who then picked up his speed, slamming into me, before he ordered,”Come on, baby doll, you can do it. Ask me to make you come again.”

Suddenly, my mouth began running and I couldn’t bring myself to shut the hell up.

“Please let me come, don’t stop fucking me, please, I can take it, don’t stop! Make me come, let me come, I’ll come on your cock so good, Buck, please! I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you!” I cried, my body rocking with the force of his thrusts. The brunet gave a mean grin and finally, started rubbing fast circles on my clit, never slowing his pace once.

“Oh God, I’m going to come, ‘m gonna come, please let me come!” I pleaded, hips arching to meet his. Steve gave a nod then finally agreed,”Let her come.”

After my orgasm hit, the rest was a bit of a blur. I remember him coming on my stomach then small grunts filled my ears, Steve obviously working himself to an orgasm.

When the sun brushed my face the next morning, my eyes fluttered open and I made my way downstairs to where Bucky and Steve sat on the couch, guns cocked and aimed at a trio of men: one Asian and the other two white. I gave a hesitant look then pulled my own gun as I asked, “Boys? Who’s your new buds?”

“Rick, Daryl, and Glenn. They’ve been watching us a while and they have a proposition for us.” Bucky informed me, his voice tense with uncertainty.

“And that is what exactly?” I asked in return, curling my hand around Steve’s neck for comfort, my gun still aimed at the three.

“We’d like for ya to join our group.”

[cake-writes]

Really? Did you say StuckyxReader requests?? Sounds to me like Christmas has come early! How about a reader who's been nervous to sleep with them and finally admits never having had an orgasm with a guy before and Steve and Bucky are so outraged they promise her that when they're done with her she'll be so blissed out she can't even remember her own name

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut (oral, fingering, squirting), aftercare, 18+

It wasn’t that you were inexperienced, because you weren’t. You knew how to please a man in bed, having done it plenty of times in the past. You definitely weren’t a virgin, either. No, you had enough experience. 

The problem was that no man had ever brought you to orgasm before.

It made you feel self-conscious, like something was wrong with you – like your anatomy wasn’t exactly fit for the job. To get yourself off, sure, that was easy; but with another person, nothing ever worked no matter what they tried.

So you learned how to fake it, and you were good at it, too.

You’d been with Steve and Bucky for about four months, now, and you couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. Even though you knew they’d never pressure you, you were well-aware that they had needs – and you figured that they’d only be able to handle so many makeouts and heavy petting sessions. Not to mention they always ended the same unfortunate way: with you stammering out a hasty excuse before you somehow escaped with your undergarments intact.

You had two gorgeous men who wanted to please you, but you’d never felt more anxious or embarrassed in your life. You’d always been honest with your boys, and as tempted as you were to lie, to fake it like you’d done a thousand times before, you didn’t want to. Not with them.

Especially now, because you’d run out of excuses and your throat was dry.  

“I’ve never been able to, um,” you started, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Not unlike you in a way.

From his place behind you, Steve peppered kisses down the side of your neck. “Never been able to what, doll?”

Bucky’s eyes were on yours as he slowly slid your panties down your legs, his lips following closely behind. The stubble on his face was a pleasant burn against your hypersensitive skin; coupled with the feeling of being pampered so sweetly, it sent a shiver through you.  

“I’ve never been able to… you know,” you attempted to clarify, heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment, and the fact that you were naked in front of them – another first. “With another person, I mean. It works if I do it myself, but—”

“No one’s made you come?” Bucky’s question was point-blank and brutal, and he almost sounded like he’d taken offense.

You buried your face in your hands in shame, mumbling, “God, I knew something was wrong with me.”

“No, sweetheart.” Steve slowly pulled your arms away to look at you, the clear blue of his eyes showing you exactly how honest and genuine he was. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s not your fault.”

“Damn right, it’s not,” Bucky confirmed, pressing a kiss to the tender skin of your inner thigh. He was so close to where you wanted to be touched, yet so far away. “You’re perfect. This,” he kissed a little closer, and you squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your wet heat, “is perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever treated you right.”

Your exes had gone down on you before, but it never did the trick, and as much as you trusted Bucky you couldn’t help but be doubtful – until he licked a long stripe through your folds, and you bit your lip. The way he proceeded to devour you was like nothing you’d ever experienced, like a man starved, and he worked his tongue in ways you’d never imagined, slow and deliberate on your clit. He knew what he was doing, that was clear – so much that your hips bucked up involuntarily.

“Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured against you, the vibrations making the breath hitch in your throat. “I promise.”

“We promise,” Steve corrected, sliding his large, callused hands up your sides to cup your breasts. He palmed them gently, but it wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t it enough? Your body was burning hot, full of desire, and you brought your hands atop his to get him to be a little more handsy with you – and you learned, then, Steve Rogers took orders just fine.

When Bucky delved in again, Steve’s lips were hot on yours. There was no more sweetness in any of it – teeth and tongues, hurried, desperate, as Bucky slid two fingers inside of you and curled them upwards, far more roughly than you might have expected. The sudden action wrenched a strangled moan from you only to be muffled by Steve’s kiss.

Oh.

You’d never felt that before.

Your fingers embedded themselves in Bucky’s hair at some point – you weren’t sure when, just like you weren’t sure when you started to grind your drenched pussy against his mouth. You just couldn’t keep still. Not that you noticed.

Steve broke away to kiss a trail to your ear, where he whispered, “How’s that feel, baby?”

“So—So good,” you gasped. If you were in your right mind, you’d have been embarrassed by the sloppy sounds coming from your core, but you weren’t; all you could focus on was the building pleasure. It increased further when Bucky wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, keeping his fingers hard on your g-spot as he fucked you with them – harder than before, almost too rough, but he knew you could handle it.

“Oh god, Bucky, please,” you babbled mindlessly, tightening your grip in his hair as your body writhed beneath him – them. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Steve pinched your nipples a little harder as he sucked on your earlobe, whispering all sorts of dirty praises into your ear that only brought you higher, things like, “You like that?” and “Good girl,” and “Fuck, you’re so good for us, aren’t you?”

You tried to respond – really, you did – but the words just wouldn’t come because it was all too much. Whimpers and moans escaped your throat on an endless loop. This time, Steve didn’t muffle them; instead he held you firmly in place with a, “That’s it, there you go,” as you shattered in his arms with a sharp, unintelligible cry and a distinctly wet gush.

Your mind was hazy, and it only vaguely registered that your whole body had gone tense from orgasm – and the moment you realized it, you felt entirely too relaxed, practically melting back against Steve’s broad chest. Your breathing came out in harsh pants as you cracked open your eyes to peer down at Bucky, who looked beyond smug in between your legs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed against your slick, hypersensitive heat, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. “They had no idea what they were missing.”

It took you a moment to gather that he was talking about the men in your past. Bucky wasn’t wrong – especially considering his chin was shiny with you, you realized, when you felt the wet spot on the sheets under your ass.

What?

Bucky crawled up your body to kiss you on the mouth, lazily, but you didn’t mind the sweet tang of yourself. Not when you were so blissed out and boneless.

You’d never even been able to make yourself squirt, but he had. 

Bucky had.

And now it was Steve’s turn. That thought in particular made your walls clench down around nothing. His cock was hard and prodding into your lower back – never mind Bucky’s from where he was kneeling in front of you, but you were exhausted and you’d barely even done anything yet.

Your worried thoughts must have shown on your face, because Bucky teased, “Don’t worry, doll. We’ll let you catch your breath.”

“We’ve got all night,” Steve reassured you, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. “It’s okay if you get tired. Just tell us.”

A quick glance at the bedside clock indicated that it was only a little after nine o’clock, and your heart pounded harshly within the confines of your chest.

All night indeed.