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The Soulmates Chapter 5

Moodboard by @princess-evans-addict

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, physical assault, oral sex (male receiving), drug use, exotic dancing

Summary: Being born with the words of two soulmates was rare, and you were one of them.  You had no idea that when you started a new job as Pepper Potts’ personal assistant you would end up finding both of your soulmates.  Things start off great, but what happens when Steve and Bucky find out about your double life and your side job?

You didn’t care how many speeding violations you broke; you needed to get home and to the club as soon as possible and that’s exactly what you were doing.  Luckily you made it back to your place in record time.  Running up the stairs, you grabbed a wig and an outfit and raced back outside.  You really hoped Tony’s car would be safe in your neighborhood but you couldn’t think about that right now.  

Leaving the car outside of your apartment, you raced down the street to the club, knowing you would be in a world of pain tonight.  Tommy deleted his number from your phone after the first time you called in sick; he didn’t want you doing that anymore so you couldn’t even call him to let him know you were running late.  

By the time you reached the club, your chest and legs were aching; your mouth screaming for any kind of liquid as nearly tripped over your feet heading in through the back door. Looking around, Tommy wasn’t in the dressing room so you quickly stripped of your clothes and got ready. Tonight you were wearing a neon green short bobbed wig, a black lace bralette and lace boy short panties over your fishnet stockings.  Your hands shook as you applied your smoky eye look and red lipstick; terrified of what Tommy was going to say or do to you.  

Putting down your lipstick, you saw a glass tray with cocaine on it placed in front of you. Taking a shaky breath, you looked up to see Tommy standing there with a scowl on his face.  

“Tommy, I’m so sorry I’m late.  I fell asleep and forgot to set my ala-,” you began to say but Tommy cut you off.  

“Save it kid.  You’re on next so take a few bumps before you get out there.”

Nodding your head, you took the rolled up bill from Tommy and took a few hits of cocaine.  With your nerves bubbling because of being late, you decided to take an extra hit, just to be on the safe side.  Laying the bill down on the table, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, wiping the white powder off your nose and taking a few deep breaths; letting the drug calm you.  The high began to hit you and you felt yourself relax.  You felt on top of the world as all your worries rushed out of your body.  

You felt euphoric as your name was called from the DJ out front; the men in the crowd going crazy knowing you were on stage next.  

Walking up the few steps to the stage, you had to grip onto the railing; maybe taking that extra bump of cocaine wasn’t the best idea.  

Sia’s ‘Cheap Thrills’ began to sound over the speakers; a slow smile spreading across your lips as you began to move to the beat of the music.  

Come on, come on, turn the radio on

It’s Friday night and I won’t be long

Gotta do my hair, I put my makeup on

It’s Friday night and I won’t be long

You did a knee hook around the pole, gripping tightly with your right knee and right hand as you swung easily around the pole; the crowd erupting in cheers as you saw bills being thrown onto the stage.  

As you stopped spinning, you saw the man who was there from a few weeks ago.  He was wearing a dark gray suit; his black hair slicked back just like last time.  You made sure to give him a wink before walking over to that side of the stage where he was sitting.  

‘Til I hit the dance floor

Hit the dance floor

I got all I need

No I ain’t got cash

I ain’t got cash

But I got you baby

You turned around, swaying your hips as you walked back to the pole and did a carousel swing around it; your knees tucked in on the side as you swung around in circle after circle; your arms beginning to get tired but you gripped the pole securely.  

Alternating between dancing around your customers and doing moves on the pole, the song ended too soon for your liking.  It was kind of funny, dancing to a song that says ‘I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight’ when in fact, that was part of this job.  But hell, it was fun to dance to and your customers loved to watch you; and you loved the attention.  Normally, you hated any kind of attention, but the darkness inside of you always came to life when you were on stage; that darkness you felt your whole life growing up with such hateful parents who never showed an ounce of love to you.  It was a way to let loose, to get that frustration and aggression out and you weren’t hurting anyone in the process so it was a win win situation.  

The rest of the night went on in a blur as you continued taking hits of cocaine between each of your sets.  By the end of the night, you were banking in money.  

Since you were the last dancer on stage tonight, the back room was empty by the time you were done. You grabbed a bottle of water and began to take big gulps, feeling parched.  Before you knew it, the bottle was ripped from your hand, water spilling all over you as Tommy backhanded you across the face.  

Your head whipped to the side so fast, you cried out in pain both from your cheek and neck.  “Don’t you ever pull that fucking stunt again Rosalie,” Tommy seethed, pointing his finger in your face.  “You fucked up my rotations tonight and over half of those paying customers out there were for YOU!”

Your lower lip began to tremble as you tried to keep steady in front of him.  “I’m sorry,” you whispered out, knowing it wouldn’t do much good.  

“I don’t want to hear it Rosalie.  You’re lucky that’s the only punishment you get….for tonight.”  Your worried eyes met his, knowing he had something planned. “From now on, you are here five nights a week."

“But Tommy-“

“Fucking save it kid! I don’t want to hear about your new job. You know the damn rules.  Keep your personal life out of this job.  If you can’t handle both jobs, then quit your other one.  You’re mine for four more years, you got that?”  You nodded your head at him, too fearful to speak.  “Good.  And you’ll need to get some new outfits because you are on Rock night now too.”

Heading back to your apartment, you tried to hold back the tears as best you could.  You didn’t know how this was going to be possible. Working five days a week at the Avengers compound, and now adding an additional two nights a week at the club. You were already beginning to lose weight and you had to buy new concealer to cover the dark bags under your eyes.  But you knew what Tommy was capable of doing; hitting you was letting you off easy. You weren’t going to break the deal you had with him, for anything.  For one, you knew you were only as good as your word and you weren’t going to break that, it wasn’t in your character to break a contract.  And two, you didn’t know what kind of lengths Tommy would go to if you broke said contract; and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out.  

By the time you left the club it was nearing four in the morning.  The fresh air felt amazing on your heated skin as you slowly walked back to your apartment.  You groaned as you felt your phone vibrate in your purse, knowing it must have been Steve and Bucky.  You had left in such a hurry, you knew they were worried about you.  That was one thing you came to find out about them over the last two weeks; they were extremely protective of you.  

Opening up your phone, you began to read the texts from them as you walked the few blocks home.  

Steve: Let us know when you make it home sweetheart

Bucky: Doll are you alright?  You left in such a hurry.  Let us know you are safe.

Bucky: Why aren’t you answering your phone?

Steve: We are starting to get worried Rosie

Steve: Rosie answer your phone

Steve: Do we need to come over there?

Bucky: We are coming over if you don’t answer your phone!

The last text from Bucky was sent three hours ago.  As you rounded the corner on the block where your apartment building was, you froze.  

“Rosalie!” Steve yelled, both him and Bucky rushing towards you.  You thanked whatever god was out there that you changed back into your normal clothes before leaving the club so they wouldn’t be suspicious of what you were wearing.  

“Why didn’t you answer our calls?  We were worried sick doll,” Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.  You inhaled his manly smell, melting in his arms; feeling safe.  

He pulled away and you moved to give Steve a hug, but his eyes grew wide as you stepped in the light of the street lamp.  

“What the fuck happened to you?” Steve asked, anger lacing his voice as he gripped your chin, tilting your face towards the light.  In the rush of trying to figure out what new songs you would have to dance to on Rock night at the club, and the new outfights you would have to prepare, you completely forgot about the bruise on your cheek.  But in the chaos of it all, you had to admit, hearing Steve swear like that and get angry was a real fucking turn on.  

“Oh, that umm, that happened at the club my friends and I went to,” you lied through your teeth, finding it harder and harder to lie to your soulmates the more time you spent with them.  

Steve brushed his thumb over the bruise and you winced in pain.  “Sorry sweetheart,” he said, placing a gentle kiss to your lips instead of the bruise.  The kiss was too short for your liking, but it was what you needed in the moment. “Who did this to you?”

“I’ll kill them,” Bucky growled out as he saw the mark on your face.  

“You guys, it’s fine. I’m fine, really.  There were a lot of people dancing and I just got an elbow to the face.  That’s all.”

The looks on their faces seemed like they weren’t buying your story, but they let it go for the time being.  

“C���mon doll.  Let’s go back to the compound.  You can either stay with us or at the apartment across the hall.”

While all you wanted to do was sleep, being away from the city sounded like a dream right now.  You didn’t have to go back to the club until Tuesday so you had the next couple of days off.  Starting on Tuesday you would end up working five days straight at the club as they are closed on Sundays and Mondays; Tommy being extra nice and giving you Saturday night off.  

“Can you just let me shower first and grab a bag of clothes?”

They walked you into the apartment building and as much as you wanted for them to stay outside by the car, they came in with you to your studio apartment.  If you thought it was small before, it looked even more miniscule with Steve and Bucky standing in it.  

“I’ll be right back,” you said with a shy smile before heading into your bathroom to take a shower.

~~~

“Something doesn’t seem right,” Steve said as he and Bucky stood in your small apartment, looking around.

Bucky sat down on your small twin bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he clasped his hands together. “I know Stevie.  I think she’s lying to us about something.  I knew we should have been tracking her.”

“Buck,” Steve sighed, sitting down beside him on the bed.  “We can’t do that to her.  If we do that, she’ll never trust us.”

“But if she’s lying about something….” Bucky trailed off.  

“I know.  But we just have to give her the benefit of the doubt and get her to open up to us more.  I mean hell, last afternoon was pretty amazing,” he said, feeling his cheeks heat up.  

Bucky shook the small bed with his laughter, placing his metal arm around Steve.  “I know.  And that was just the beginning.  But we have to be gentle with her.  She’s not built like you and I are.  She’d bruise too easily if we were rough with her like we sometimes are.”

That comment made Steve groan, in pleasure, just thinking about being with you; his cock fully sheathed inside of your pussy; he couldn’t wait.  

“What’s it like Buck? Being with a woman?”

“Oh Stevie.  So much better than you would even think.  They are so warm and wet and they taste amazing.” Both men started growing hard just thinking about being with you.  

~~~

After shutting off the water, you wrapped a towel around yourself and began to dig around in your purse for some ibuprofen or Tylenol; anything to help with the pulsing pain of your cheek.  Instead, you found a small packet of cocaine with the words ‘for the pain’ written in Tommy’s slopping writing on it.  

Looking at the door, you fought with yourself about what to do.  You never took cocaine home, you only used it at the club when you were working because you knew if you started taking it on a normal basis, you would become addicted and you didn’t want that.  But the pain was starting to increase and you knew you wouldn’t get any rest if you didn’t take something.  

Opening the small baggie, you dug your pinkie fingernail in and got a small amount.  Bringing it up to your right nostril, you inhaled it, the white powder tickling your nose.  Closing the bag, you placed it in the small pocket inside of your bag and cleaned off your nose.  

Looking around, you noticed you didn’t have any clean clothes with you in the room.  Shrugging, you opened the door; both Steve and Bucky quickly standing up from your bed.  They had smirks on their faces when they saw you in just a towel.  You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed a pair of clean panties and bra and heading back into the bathroom.  

Changing into your underwear, you placed the towel on the rack and grabbed your purse, leaving the bag of your club clothes in the bathroom for the time being.  

You could feel their eyes on your every move as you grabbed some clothes and put them into an overnight bag before getting dressed yourself.  

“Ready?” you asked, turning to face them.  

Steve grabbed your bag for you and the three of you headed out of your apartment.  Bucky drove Tony’s car that you took, while you hopped in with Steve on the car he drove.  

It was a half hour drive to the compound and you were feeling restless with the small hit of cocaine you took.  Looking over at Steve, you smiled, remembering how he cussed in anger earlier and how turned on you got from it.  

“You know Steve,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning over to him.  “When you swore earlier, it really turned me on.”

You could see Steve’s adam apple bob in his throat from swallowing; his hands tightening on the steering wheel as you licked the shell of his ear.  

“You did?” he groaned out as your tongue traced along his neck, your teeth nipping his skin.  

“Mmmm, and I would like to repay you as a thank you.”  Your hands moved down and into his sweatpants, feeling him already getting hard.

“Oh shit,” he moaned as you took him out of his sweatpants.  You had to admit, Steve had a great sense of control as the car never wavered.  

Without saying anything else, your head dipped down as your tongue began to swirl along his tip. Steve shuddered as his breath hitched. You teased him with a few more licks before taking his fully hardened cock into your mouth; moaning around him. This time you felt the car swerve to the side but you knew Steve wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

Your hand gripped his base as he was too large to fit fully into your mouth.  Bobbing your head up and down, you pumped your hand in rhythm and you soon felt Steve’s own hand on your head.  You knew he was someone who liked to take control and you wanted him to.

“Is this okay?” he asked through labored breaths.  

“Mmmhmm,” you moaned around his cock, letting him know you were all for it.  

He gripped your hair gently, bobbing you at the pace he wanted.  You loved the sounds he was making and it wasn’t long until you felt his legs begin shake; his warm seed spilling in your waiting mouth.  His grip on your hair lightened as you pulled up off of him just in time to see that Steve was pulling into the compound.  

Steve parked the car before turning to look at you; a smile on his lips.  He leaned forwards, placing his hand on your good check and kissed you with so much passion it made your toes curl.  You both turned your heads, deepening the kiss but were soon interrupted by a knock on the window.  

“You’re fogging up the windows,” Bucky said from outside.  

You and Steve chuckled as Bucky opened your door, helping you out of the car.  “Why does Stevie have a goofy grin on his face?”

Turning around, you giggled because sure enough, he did have a goofy grin on his face.  “Oh that?  It’s because I gave him road head.”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he looked between you and Steve.  “And I missed out?”

You threw your arms around Bucky’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.  “Don’t worry.  Your turn is next,” you said as you grabbed his hand and headed into the living quarters compound.    

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