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cevansbrat0007 · 6 months ago

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Indecent Exposure Pt. II: Reality Bites

Summary: REPOST! After a night of hiding in your room, you're none too pleased to find your Dad's best friends, Bucky, Andy, and Steve waiting for you in the kitchen. Too bad they're more excited to see you than you are to see them. Read Part Three!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Panty Sniffing, Semi-public Masturbation, Allusions to Breeding Kink, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: "THIS CHAPTER IS A REPOST WITH EDITS* Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

You roll over in bed with a groan. Using your pillow to shield your face from the early morning sunlight, you reach for your phone to check the time. Squinting at the screen you’re surprised to see that it’s just past 9:00am.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbles, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime yesterday. Last night you’d been so determined to avoid Bucky that you’d chosen to sequester yourself in your room.

At some point you must’ve fallen asleep before you could even place your DoorDash order. It was a testament to just how upset and uncomfortable you were about your current predicament.

Sometimes reality really fucking bites.

But you were a big girl. You were going to figure out a way to navigate through this mess – uncles or no goddamn uncles. You were going to make sure they gave you the space you needed this summer. Which meant it was time to set some boundaries.

Easing your way out of bed you pad over to the bathroom to quickly wash your face and brush your teeth. Once you’re feeling appropriately refreshed you head for the door. If you were being honest, you were kind of surprised that Bucky had left you alone last night.

Not that you were complaining or anything.

You take a second to put on your slippers before opening the door. As soon as you step into the hall, you’re greeted with the smell of frying bacon. Your stomach rumbles again as you begin to make your way down the stairs.

Guard up, you pause just outside of the kitchen. You inadvertently bristle at the sound of several male voices floating out into the hallway. Apparently you had company.

Fucking awesome.

FInally ready to make your presence known, you breeze into the kitchen acting completely unbothered – making a point of ignoring the men who are taking up entirely too much space in your favorite room of the house.

Unfortunately, it’s too little, too late when you remember that you’re wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink sleep shorts and a matching Shortcake tank top. Had you actually thought about it, you would’ve donned your most modest flannel pjs, complete with a robe, before you set foot in a space with these men.

You could almost swear they had x-ray vision or something based on how hard they’re staring at you. Of course, you also knew that that couldn’t possibly be true. It had to be your imagination.

“Good morning, sunshine.” One of them coos. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder you assume the greeting came from the handsome blonde on your right.

Welcome to the party, Uncle Steve.

He looks different than the last time you saw him. His hair is longer, and he’s also rocking a beard. You begrudgingly have to agree that it looks good on him. Of their own accord, your gaze briefly strays to his massive biceps before you force yourself to look away.

“Yo.” Your voice comes out a little rougher than usual, reminding you that you could use some coffee.

“Clover.” Another voice is quick to admonish with a soft cluck of his tongue – which most likely belonged to Bucky. “Is that really how you’re going to greet your Uncle Steve? And you completely ignored Andy.”

“Sup dawg?” You fire back as you feel your face heat.

This is why you didn’t like engaging with other humans before you had your coffee. A fact that was especially true since you were doomed to entertain a group of annoying interlopers for the next several months.

You go to reach for the pot, intending to pour yourself a healthy cup of joe, only to jump when you feel two hands come from behind you to grip your forearms before forcibly turning you around to face both of the men who were currently sitting at your kitchen table.

Andy looks even better than you remembered. You vaguely recall that he was supposed to be an attorney or something, which was probably why he was rocking a suit and tie. You watch as he quirks one tawny brow at you, his bearded face making it clear that he doesn’t appreciate your not-so-subtle show of disrespect.

“Let me go.” You growl, squirming against Bucky’s hold as your t-shirt rides up, exposing your belly. “Now, please.”

“Clover.” He hisses, his warm breath caressing your ear. “Apologize to your Uncles right now. I would hate to have to call Daddy to inform him that his precious “pumpkin” is being so blatantly disrespectful.” One brawny arm wraps around your middle, making it clear that there would be no escape.

Feeling helpless all you can do is mutter a defiant “bite me”.

“You’re breaking my heart, sweetness.” Andy hums, politely stirring his coffee. “I canceled all of my morning meetings to be here with you, and I can’t even get a proper greeting?”

“Right?” Steve chimes in, his eyes hard as he agitatedly runs his thick fingers through his hair. “We all have places we could be, Clover. I get your Daddy went on tour and left you home all alone, but we’re sacrificing quite a bit to make sure you feel loved and supported.”

“Is this really the thanks we get? You being a brat?” Bucky’s voice is pure silk as he continues to reprimand you. “We love you, but I think I speak for all of us when I tell you we can only tolerate so much.”

Your mind goes blank when he shifts his hold, allowing his muscled forearm to graze the underside of your breasts. Once again you try to break free, hating the way your face burns when you feel your nipples involuntarily pebble beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

Fucking hell! You really should’ve put on a fucking bra before you came downstairs.

To make matters worse, you can tell that you’re not the only one who’s noticed your brand new predicament. You watch as Andy’s nostrils flare in surprise. Of course he tries to play off his interest by scrubbing a hand over his neatly cropped beard.

Meanwhile, Steve remains perfectly still, his face unreadable. But his white-knuckled grip on the edge of his chair lets you know that there’s something going on beneath the surface.

“Apologize, Clover.” Bucky rasps as his large, calloused palm comes to rest on the exposed skin of your belly – the very same belly that was currently filled with a million unruly butterflies. “I promise you good girls will get to have a hell of a lot more fun this summer.”

“I–I’m sorry.” You respond hoarsely. Meanwhile, there’s also something hard pressing against your lower back. And it only seems to get harder the more you wriggle.

Must be his keys.

“That was okay, but I think we all know you can do better.”

Forcing yourself to take a deep breath you decide to try again. Because at this point you were pretty much willing to do anything to bring an end to this uncomfortable interaction. “I’m sorry, Uncle Steve. A-and I’m sorry, Uncle Andy.”

“Good girl.”

Now that you’ve made a proper apology, you’ve apparently earned yourself a kiss from your would-be captor. Really, it’s nothing more than a chaste brush of his lips against your temple. But it’s enough to spike your blood pressure in a way that makes you more than a little nervous.

You send up a silent prayer of thanks when Bucky finally decides to let you go. Your need for coffee remains all but forgotten as you skitter away in the opposite direction. Now that you’ve managed to put some distance between you and him, you can finally get a good look at the man who somehow managed to turn your legs to jelly.

He’s wearing gray sweats and a white tank, giving you the impression that he must have just finished working out. The dark haired man then crosses his arms over his chest, showing off his impressive biceps. Say what you would about the men your Dad called friends, but you could not deny that they were all in amazing shape.

Built like fucking gods. Too bad they also happened to be self-righteous assholes.

Feeling both outmanned and outgunned, you decide to beat a hasty retreat to the one place where you knew you would be safe.

Your bedroom.

“I…am just gonna go get changed for breakfast.” You tell them, wishing to God that the floor would just open up and swallow you whole right now.

“Sounds good, princess.” Steve rises from his chair and heads toward the stove. “I was just about to make my famous scrambled eggs before you came downstairs. You still like cheddar cheese don’t you?” His once clouded blue orbs are now shining with an emotion that you can’t quite name.

Honestly, you’d rather snack on a plate full of drywall than eat breakfast with any of them. But bowing out of the meal no longer feels like a viable option. Which meant it was time to regroup.

“Uh, yeah. Sounds…yummy.” You offer him a thin smile in return before spinning on your heel and beating a hasty retreat back upstairs.

“Hurry back, princess.”

The moment they’re convinced you’re out of earshot, all three men break out in a fit of laughter. It lasts for a good thirty seconds before they manage to regain their composure. Bucky is the first to speak.

“Didn’t I tell you? We’ve got ourselves a little fucking brat.” He smacks his palm on the counter.

“God, this is gonna be an amazing fucking summer.” Andy sighs before undoing his tie. Because who the fuck was he kidding? He had no intention of going into the office today. “I’ve already come up with half a dozen ways to put that smart mouth to good use.”

“I’m pretty sure Ari already called dibs on being the first one to make our little Clover warm his cock.” Steve reaches for the carton of eggs, cracking them into a bowl with learned skill.

“He can’t have her pussy and her mouth. Tell your brother he gets to pick one. He can’t have both.”

Bucky can’t help the lecherous grin that slowly spreads across his features while he watches his buddies argue over their girl. And while he was pretty sure that you didn’t suspect a thing, he couldn’t wait to bury his head between your thighs.

He planned to spend hours eating the holy fuck out of your pretty little pussy. And if his pals wanted to watch, then the more the merrier. Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes had never been the type to shy away from an audience.

After all, they’d shared women before and it had been amazing. The only difference between then and now was that they actually cared about you.

“What are you over there dreaming about, Buck?”

“Spreading our girl out on the kitchen table and devouring her tight little cunt until she’s crying and begging for me to stop.” He replies without missing a beat.

“Oh fuck.” Andy rears back in his chair as if surprised by the other man’s answer. “Now I’d pay good money to see that. I bet it’d be even better if we could get Ari to tie her up. Maybe keep her like that all day.” He reaches down to adjust his growing erection.

“As much as I enjoy the direction of this conversation, I’m going to have to ask that we talk about something else.” The blonde begins to whisk the eggs, only pausing long enough to add a dash of salt and pepper.

“Why?”

“Because I’m hard as fuck, you punk. Plus, she’s gonna be back down here sooner rather than later. And we don’t wanna spook her. Do we?” He tosses a meaningful glare over his shoulder.

“Fine.” They both concede, palms raised high.

The conversation briefly lapses into a comfortable silence before Steve pipes up with one more question. “Alright, this is the absolute last thing I’m gonna say.” He promises as he dumps a small bowl of cheddar cheese into a skillet containing the eggs. “The last fucking thing.”

“Sure it is.” Andy snorts, disbelief in his tone.

“I bet Ari $20 that Clover was going to earn her first spanking by the weekend. But he has faith that she’ll make it a little longer.”

Bucky sucks in a breath as he tries to process what he just heard. “Oh, I want in on that one. You game, Andrew?”

The man in question simply rolls his eyes before rising from his seat. “Eh, I’m with Ari on this one. I’ll give her another week too.” He takes a moment to stretch his arms over his head, cracking his back as he does. “Our sweet little Clover doesn’t seem to like rules all that much. It’s obvious that Daddy Dale is an absolute pushover. But for now, I get the feeling she’s going to continue toeing the line. See how far she can push before she gets in trouble.”

“Have patience, fellas. I have a feeling we’ll get the opportunity to claim our girl soon enough.” Jamming his hands in his pockets, Andy begins to head in the direction of the stairs, intending to check on just what was taking you so long. “Be back in a minute.”

Andy whistles low as he makes short work of climbing the stairs. In his defense, and he always has one, he didn’t consider himself a pervert. Now that you were legal, perhaps you’d come to realize that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the company of an older man. And what’s more, he was pretty certain that once he showed you what you were missing, you’d be just as affected by him as he was by you.

When he reaches your door, he cautiously turns the knob, only to be surprised when he finds it unlocked. As he steps into the room he hears running water coming from the bathroom attached to your bedroom.

Figuring he had a little time, he quietly skulks around your room, checking out everything that catches his eagle eye. The first thing he comes upon is your journal. While he’s tempted to thumb through it, he didn’t know how much time had before you were through with your shower.

Placing it back on your desk amongst the other clutter, he ambles over to a nearby wall. The one filled with pictures of you and your friends. There’s also a few of you and your parents. But none of him, Ari, Bucky, or Steve.

A fact that bothers him a little more than he’d ever like to admit.

His mood slightly dampened, Andy steps over a pile of clothes on the floor in an effort to get to your closet. He pauses long enough to make sure he can still hear the water running before he does something he’s been dreaming about for a long time.

He reaches into your hamper, haphazardly searching for the one thing he knew had the power to keep his baser urges at bay until your precious birthday. His eyes light up when he finally spies his prize.

A pair of used black, cotton panties.

Andy brings them to his nose before inhaling deep, saving the unique scent that was all you. He startles when the bathroom door suddenly opens, revealing your towel clad form, prompting him to hastily shove them in his pocket.

“What the hell, Uncle Andy?!” You screech, wrapping the towel even tighter around your freshly scrubbed body.

“I…just came up to check on you, sweetheart.” He replies with a shrug. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen your room.” Andy makes a show of glancing around your room. “It’s kind of a mess in here.”

“Will you please just get out?” Each word is spoken through gritted teeth.

“Sure thing, Clover.” Aware that his time was up, he heads for the door. And he’s not the least bit surprised when he hears it slam shut behind him, complete with a lock.

He doesn’t take it personally – especially since he’d been the one to intrude. He’d invaded your space without permission. But since he’d gotten what he came for, he was feeling pretty good.

Andy’s feeling so good, that he hardly even responds when his buddies, Bucky and Steve, razz him about his sudden urge to rush out of the house after checking on you. They have no idea why he’s so pressed, and he doesn’t bother to clue them in either.

Frankly, it was none of their fucking business. They could go on their own panty raid if they felt so inclined.

Climbing in his Lexus, he throws the car in drive before heading in the direction of a nearby local park. He was too excited to wait until he got home, especially since his newly found prize was damn near burning a hole in his pocket.

It doesn’t take him long to reach his destination. And once he does, he doesn’t stop until he finds a secluded area where he can park. Blowing out an eager breath, he quickly undoes his slacks before reaching into his pocket to pull out the tiny piece of fabric he’d swiped from you earlier.

Andy lets out a quiet moan as he sniffs them once more, finally giving in to his dark desires. And then he fists a trembling hand around his thick cock – the same one that holds your panties. He eagerly pumps his shaft, allowing his head to fall back against the seat as he imagines what it’s going to be like the first time he’s finally able to lose himself between your thighs.

“Fuck!” He snarls as he increases the pace, his hips now jerking in time with his movements. Christ, he couldn’t wait until he got to cum inside you. The last couple nights he’d been dreaming about filling you with his seed, over and over again.

Fucking breeding the shit out of you until he’d satisfied the beast in his mind that demanded he claim you in every possible way. He’d fill you up so good too, make sure that they didn’t waste a drop. An image of you, your belly swollen with his child, is all it takes for him to erupt, with rope after rope of hot, white cum splashing onto the steering wheel.

“Ahh, fuck baby!”

Breathing heavily, Andy decides to bask in the moment a little longer before cleaning himself up. It was going to be hard, giving you time to warm up to him and the others. But he was confident that he could do it.

He could and would be patient.

But until then, he had a feeling he was going to get a lot of use out of your pretty little panties. Which was okay too. He was almost positive you wouldn’t mind.

Especially since he already planned on buying you more.

END

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