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KINNY I MISSED U BABY

The Cheerleader • P2

18+

As it turns out, fucking your worst enemy's dad in her own home is incredibly satisfying.

Content Warning: DILF!Steve x Reader, mature themes, forbidden relationship, age gap, smut (face fucking, daddy kink, Dom!Steve, praise kink penetrative sex, creampie).

Part One

"You are out of your mind."

Davina's cynical comment elicits an eye roll from you while you touch up your lip gloss in the mirror. "It's fate, Davie. How can I ignore fate?" You ask incredulously, turning to face her. "He's here, on campus. I have to take advantage of this opportunity!"

She lets out a long sigh, shaking her head as she watches you put on your uniform. "What are you wearing that for?" She asks with a frown.

"He might only be into me because of the whole cheerleader thing," You explain simply. "I can't risk him rejecting me."

"He's visiting his daughter at college; if he doesn't reject you, he's a pervert!" Davina retorts, standing up.

"No, he is not!" You shoot back. "He's beautiful, and really good at sex. Will you just let me have this?"

"There's no way he's gonna have sex with you again," She reckons, not too sure herself. "How would that even be logistically possible?"

"I don't need to fuck him; I just wanna see him again," You admit with a smile. "Twirl my skirt a little, take up some space in his mind."

She lets out a sigh but gives up on trying to stop you, which you take as her blessing.

Jamie Rogers' building is on the other side of campus. It's a short walk over, and you spend the whole time buzzing. The second you saw her dad on her Instagram story with a caption about how he had surprised her with a visit, you knew you had to at least try to see him.

You know exactly where she lives, thankfully. Her apartment is right next to Pietro's, which you frequent. When you get there, you knock on her door a few times, before stepping back and smoothing down your skirt. Almost a month has passed since you last saw Mr. Rogers, and you're itching for your next hit.

The door opens and Jamie immediately looks disgusted. "Are you lost?" She asks you, looking you up and down with a frown. "Maximoff lives next door."

"I'm not here to see Pietro," You reveal with a friendly smile, holding up the poster in your hand. "I came to invite you to help out with a fundraiser the Falconettes are hosting."

Utterly confused, Jamie scoffs. "You came all the way here to give me a poster for an event I most definitely will not be attending, let alone helping out with?" She asks incredulously.

You take in a deep breath before pushing past her, casually strolling into the apartment. "It's for a good cause," You insist, feeling your stomach flip when you see her father leaning against the breakfast bar. "Hi, Mr. Rogers! I didn't know you were visiting."

A smile grows on his face as he sees you, looking you up and down. "Hello, Y/N. It's good to see you again," He greets you with a subtle smirk.

"Yeah, she was just leaving," Jamie interjects, snatching the poster from your hand. "Why should I care about this fundraiser?"

Giving her a warm smile, despite how much you just want to give her just as much attitude back, you reply, "We're trying to raise money for our flights to Nationals. But whatever we have left over is going to the Falcons, so I figured you'd be interested in helping out."

"That sounds great," Mr. Rogers suddenly chimes in. "Honey, you're always complaining that you guys don't have enough budget for a new uniform."

"Exactly!" You add on with a grin, holding your hand and taking Jamie's. "Everyone can win, Jamie, if we all work together."

She grimaces before pulling her hand back. "Why are you being so nice to me after last week?" She questions you with narrow eyes. "Get high off your boyfriend's supply, again?"

The mention of last week makes your eye twitch. At a party, you and Jamie had got into yet another argument, which ended with her dumping her drink on your head. Most of your motivation to fuck her dad again comes from the rage you felt that night, but you slap on a fake smile and keep up the act.

"Don't be silly, Jay! Bygones!" You exclaim with a soft laugh, gently hitting her arm. "And Pietro and I are just friends, you know that!"

Raising a brow, she lowers her voice. "Yeah, that's not what I heard the other night-"

"Anyway!" You cut her off, turning to Mr. Rogers. "Have you two got any fun plans today?"

Jamie huffs, giving up with trying to make you leave anytime soon. Mr. Rogers steps forward, folding his big arms across his chest. "We're gonna watch a play," He tells you.

"Right after I shower and get ready," Jamie mumbles, looking down at her watch.

"Oh. Right," You say, feeling a bout of mischief as you slowly back away towards the door. "Well, I'm going next door to hang with Piet."

"When?" She questions, confusing you.

"Uh, right now?" You retort with a frown.

"No, when did I ask?" She asks with an eye-roll, but you're too busy giving Mr. Rogers fuck-me eyes to notice her diss.

"Enjoy your shower, Jamie," You sing, before getting down on one knee and pretending to be tying your shoelace.

"Enjoy screwing your boyfriend, slut," She retorts quietly, to which you shoot her a wink.

"I will," You whisper while she storms out of the room.

When you hear her bedroom door slamming shut, you look up from your shoes to see Mr. Rogers walking over to you. You're about to get up, but he cups your cheek in his hand and lowers his voice. "Stay there," He orders with a mumble, making your pussy throb.

You say nothing, too awestruck by his silent dominance as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his hard cock. Your other knee lowers to the carpeted floor and your lips part instinctively.

"Miss me?" He asks you teasingly, tapping his tip on your bottom lip.

"Yeah," You whisper breathlessly, already flustered into complete submission.

"Been thinking about how good I fucked you?" He questions lowly, slowly inching his dick into your mouth. "'Bout how nobody else could ever make you cum that hard?"

Your stomach flips and you know that it's true; nobody comes close to being as good as him as pressing your every button. For the past month, you've been masturbating to the memory of him, and now that you have the chance to experience him again, you're utterly overwhelmed. Fucking Pietro is nice and all, but he doesn't hold a candle to Steven Rogers.

Without warning, he begins to fuck your face. You tightly grab his thighs in each of your hands, taken aback by his rough intrusion. "Keep your eyes on me," He growls, running a hand through your hair before pulling on the ends. "That's it. Don't act so coy, baby, we both know this is exactly what you came here for."

You let out whimpers around his cock, your heart racing as it tunnels down your throat. Incapable of a single coherent thought, you simply stare up at him, letting your jaw relax and letting him use you like a toy. You feel yourself getting wetter, every one of Steve's grunts making your cunt throb. In an attempt to feel some relief, you squeeze your legs together and slightly move your hips back and forth.

"Look at you," He mutters with an arrogant smirk, slowing down his thrusts. "Getting wet for me, baby? Need me in your pussy?"

You nod as best as you can, eager to fuck him again and also keenly aware that you don't have much time with him. Jamie could jump out the shower any minute, and the two of you know that. Without wasting a second, Steve pulls out of your mouth and grabs your arm, dragging you up to your feet. Dazed, you stumble backwards, and he follows you to push you against the wall and give you a sloppy kiss.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you," He admits lowly, squeezing your hips as his forehead rests against yours. "That perfect pussy. I'm hooked, baby."

Timidly, you wrap your fingers around his dick, gently and slowly stroking it. Steve's jaw clenches as he groans lowly, his eyes darkening.

"Fuck. Come here," He mumbles before lifting up your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You rest your arms on his shoulders and your stomach flips with excitement as he brings his cock to your entrance. "Ready?"

"Yes," You whisper, before gasping when he sinks into you. Slowly, he feeds you every inch of himself, his pulsing dick filling you up.

"Oh, fuck," He groans, throwing his head back. "Shit, you're gonna kill me."

Once you're used to his intrusion, you squeeze his shoulder and nod profusely. Steve takes that as his green light and begins pounding in and out of you, fucking you against the wall and making the shelves shake. Your voice is stolen as he fucks you, and you're unable to let anything besides weak whimpers and moans out of your mouth.

"That's it, baby, you're taking me so well," Steve praises you, thrusting harder. "That's my girl."

You light up at his words, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He can tell he's already got you in the palm of his hand, and he loves it. Suddenly, he stops his movements and begins walking you over to the couch. Jamie's couch. Steve puts you down onto your feet before bending you over the back of the couch and lifting up your skirt again.

"Such a good little slut for me," He utters, slapping his tip against your pussy a few times before pushing it back into you. You feel him much deeper in this position, and it makes your toes curl when he brushes against your cervix. He gives you no time to adjust, fucking into you hard and fast once again.

Steve takes your hands in his, pulling your arms behind you as he slams in and out of you. Your moans are loud, but you don't care. Jamie's music is blasting from the bathroom, and even if it wasn't, you grin widely at the thought of the look on her face if she were to walk in on her dad railing her worst enemy on her own couch.

"You are unreal," Steve says, making you smirk at how smitten you've made him. He slows down his thrusts and cups your face, bringing you up so your back is against his front. "Tell me, baby, who does this pussy belong to?"

Through your smile, you reply, "It belongs to you, daddy. I'm all yours."

He pulls out before turning you around to face him and cups your cheeks in his hands. With a deep kiss, he lets you know exactly how obsessed with you he is, and you're glad your feelings are mutual. During the kiss, as his tongue dances with yours, Steve picks you back up and takes you over to the breakfast counter. There, he sits you down onto a stool before lifting your legs up and placing them on his shoulders.

"All mine," He repeats with a mumble, marrying his cock back to your cunt, sliding back into you. "My good little slut."

He fucks into you deeper than ever, lightly wrapping his hand around your throat. You feel dizzy, overcome with pleasure. "Daddy," You whine as your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, baby, take it," Steve grunts, pawing at your tits through your top. "That feel good?"

"So good," You reply, digging your nails into his biceps. "Please don't stop, daddy, make me cum."

Your words spur him on to fuck you harder, and soon you feel your core tighten. With a loud cry, you let go and cum, overwhelmed with a rush of bliss and intense relief.

"That's my fuckin' girl," He groans, thrusting slower. He pounds into you a few more times before cumming, shooting his load into you with a grunt. "Shit."

Shuddering, you slowly come down from your high while Steve gently puts your panties back into place and smoothes down your skirt. Once your mind is back on the ground, and you can see clearly again, you realize you're sitting at the counter and Steve is opening up a bottle of kombucha before he slides it over to you.

"Drink up, cheerleader," He says, giving you a smile.

"Fuck," You mumble, fixing your hair. "Did we really just do that?"

Smirking, Steve rests his hands on the counter. "You wanna come watch the play with us?" He asks, watching as you take a sip.

"Absolutely not," Is your instant reply.

He knows to give up, shrugging before holding out his hand. "Give me your phone," He orders, waiting for you to fish it out of your pocket and place it in his pal. "Password?"

You tell him the number code, curiously observing as he types and swipes. After a few moments, he hands it back to you.

"You're so old," You tease him.

"Call me," He says simply, to which you snort.

With an eye roll, he sighs. "Fine, text me, or whatever the fuck," He huffs.

"I will," You chirp, putting your phone away.

"When I want to," You say with a casual shrug. "Might not be a while."

"When?" He asks.

Steve raises a brow, giving you a cold look while saying nothing. It's enough to knock all the confidence out of you and you immediately lose the attitude.

"Tonight," You correct yourself, earning a smug look from him. "When will you get home?"

"I have classes tomorrow, and don't you have work?" You wonder with a frown.

"Around 9," He answers, before a mischievous glint shines in his eyes. "Come with me."

Steve shakes his head. "Retired."

"Created a banking software in my early twenties, developed it for a decade, sold it in my early thirties, invested in a bunch of companies with the money, and here I am. No need to work for the rest of my life," He explains calmly, as though he isn't describing his journey to self-made millionairism.

Taken aback, you scoff. "You're like, not even forty! How are you retired?"

"Oh," You say simply. "Nice."

Steve leans forward, resting his arms on the counter. "So, come see my big house," He invites.

With a sigh, you shake your head. "Sounds good, but I have training tomorrow," You say with an apologetic look. "Nationals are soon, and I can't let my girls down."

"So you're gonna let your man down instead?" He asks, smoothly using the possessive pronoun like it's nothing and turning you into a giddy ball of nerves. Your man.

Thankfully, before you have to say something in response, Jamie re-enters the living space, screwing her face up when she sees you. "Why are you still here?"

Sitting up, you give her a grin. "Your father and I were just talking about finance. His journey is truly fascinating, I'm a big fan of his work," You lie through your teeth.

Unconvinced, she raises a brow. "You care about finance?" She asks incredulously. "The cheerleader majoring in Excercising Science cares about finance?"

"I have a quiet passion for math," You claim, standing up.

"Whatever," She mutters. "You can leave, now."

"Aren't you gonna invite your friend to the barbecue next weekend, J?" Steve asks, giving her an expectant look.

"She's not my friend, dad," She reminds him, frustrated.

"Don't be rude, Jamie," He says sternly, before giving you a smile. "You should come, Y/N. Jamie's Uncle Bucky works in Sport Science; I'm sure the two of you will have plenty to talk about."

Storming over to you, Jamie lowers her voice. "I'll come to your stupid fundraiser. Now, will you please get out of my life?"

The twinkle in Steve's eye is holding you captive, and you can't help but smile back at him. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," You sing, before shooting her a wink.

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reading this and pretending i'm surprised that the boys are c*tching feelings 😵‍💫

The Fuckboy Committee

NINE: DATE NIGHT

18+

Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

The fuckboys take you out, before taking you in.

Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, friends with benefits, fluff, mention of sex, kissing, cuddling.

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Being Tony Stark's personal assistant means many late nights at the office. You can't leave before he does, and he's nothing if not a workaholic. While you're drafting up an email one evening, a couple of hours after everyone else has left, you feel a presence approaching your desk, accompanied by footsteps. You wait until the footsteps stop before looking up to see Steve and Bucky staring down at you.

"Oh," You utter with surprise, folding your arms across your chest and sitting back in your chair. "Can I help you, gentlemen?"

"Quit the secretary mode, you know how much it turns me on," Bucky says with a frown. "This is serious."

Laughing, you raise a brow. "I request elaboration, Mr. Barnes."

Groaning, he bites his fist while Steve steps closer to you. "We need to give you another lesson, right now," He claims.

"I'm kinda in the middle of some work-"

"That's what hours 9-5 are for - it's officially Happy Hour!" Bucky exclaims.

"Twinkie, baby, Thor's so into you," Steve says, resting his hands on your desk and leaning down. "If you don't give him something back soon, he'll back off. I know you love the attention too much to risk that."

"Prick," You mumble, unable to meet his eyes because you know he's right. "He flirts with everyone."

"I've seen the way he looks at you, newb," Bucky adds with a raised brow sits on your desk. "Especially when you're not looking back at him."

"He probably looks at everyone like that," You guess, refusing to believe that out of everyone, Thor Odinson spends time thinking about you. "It isn't anything deep, I'm just the only person in the office he can fluster."

"You know what?" Steve begins. "Maybe it isn't that deep, and maybe he's only physically attracted to you - but that's all we need. He's just target practice, my sweetheart."

"That's exactly right. It's just practice," Bucky chimes in. "And when you do meet Mr. Right, you wanna be able to flirt with him, don't you?"

Glaring at him, you grit your teeth. "I'm working," You remind them.

"Not anymore. Tony doesn't need you here; we all know he's watching Desperate Housewives in his office right now," Steve says bluntly. "C'mon, twinkie. It's date night."

"Date night?" You repeat with a frown.

"Steve and I have a monthly date night," Bucky informs you with a smile. "Keeps our friendship strong."

"And tonight, you're coming with us," Steve decides firmly. "Whether you want to or not."

Knowing you have no choice but to agree, you give them a sigh of defeat. "Fine. But you're paying."

"Cheers!"

As it turns out, date night involves a lot of drinking.

"We should eat before we get too drunk," Steve says, picking up a food menu from the middle of the table. While he peruses through it, Bucky kisses your neck and wraps his arms around you, making you squeal.

"Buck, we're in public!" You remind him, thankful that the restaurant has dim lighting.

"It's okay, newbie," He insists with a lopsided grin. "We know the owner."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you do."

"Let's just get more drinks," Steve mumbles to himself.

"I thought you guys were gonna teach me how to flirt," You whine, pushing Bucky away.

"We are, twinkie," Steve insists, putting down the menu and reaching his hands out to you. Once you take them, he leans forward. "Look into my eyes. What do you see?"

Staring into the drops of ocean, you tilt your head. "Uh... blue?" You offer.

"You wanna know why Steve calls you twinkie?" Bucky suddenly interjects through chuckles.

Frowning, you turn to him. "Because he likes Twinkies?"

"Oh, you're adorable," Bucky coos while Steve bites back his grin. With a smirk, Bucky brings his lips to your ear and mumbles, "It's 'cause he wants to fill you with his cream."

You gasp, wrapping your hand around Bucky's forearm while gaping at Steve. "Is that true, Rogers?" You question him. Saying nothing, he simply shoots you a wink, filling your stomach with butterflies.

"Anyway," Bucky chimes in, nudging your shoulder. "You ever been on a date before?"

Getting over your shock, you nod at him. "A few. All terrible," You answer.

"Let's roleplay," Steve suggests excitedly, rubbing his palms together as he sits up. "Hi, I'm Steve. What's your name, beautiful?"

The compliment makes heat rush to your cheeks as you giggle, unable to meet his eyes. "I- Steve, stop," You whine.

"Oh, Steven, stop," Bucky mocks you in a high-pitched voice, poking your cheek.

"Shut up!" You cry, pushing him away. "I just- I'm not used to being flirted with, alright?"

"Yeah, we've seen what you're like around Thor, we know," Steve says with a smirk. "We need to desensitize you. Get you used to receiving compliments."

"We'll just throw some at you until you stop reacting," Bucky says, leaning his face on his hand as he stares at you. "You're so fuckin' pretty."

Your heart flutters and you look away from him, distracting yourself with your straw.

"And unbelievably sexy," Steve adds lowly as he leans further in from his place across the booth. "How are you single?"

"You smell really good," Bucky continues, slowly blinking at you. "I just wanna eat you."

"You're stunning. Will you marry me?" Steve asks, taking your hand.

Laughing, you shake your head and hope it masks your overwhelm. "Okay, you can stop now," You tell them sternly.

"See, Steve and I just let compliments in one ear and out the next," Bucky tells you arrogantly. "You know, 'cause we get them so much."

"Try and flirt with Buck," Steve challenges you with a grin, sitting back as he picks up his glass.

You sit up, clear your throat and turn to Bucky. Meeting his eyes, you take a deep breath before saying, "You're really hot."

He smirks, shooting you a wink. "I know. Want my number?" He offers.

"Uh, sure," You reply, disappointed at how cool he's being. Wanting to fluster him, you recall what happened a few nights ago in your kitchen when you accidentally made him blush. As he hands you his phone, you lower your voice due to your nerves and ask, "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?"

His breath hitches in his throat and Steve chokes on his drink. The two of them say nothing as they try to recover, Steve wiping his mouth and Bucky looking away to hide his pink cheeks.

"I did it!" You exclaim giddily. "I made you blush!"

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Steve asks you wide eyes, to which you shrug.

"That's cheating, that-" Bucky rubs his face, shaking his head. "You cheated."

"All's fair in love and war," You tease him. "Besides, what I did was flirting. I did exactly what Steve told me to do."

"That was a step above flirting," Steve corrects you. "It's bordering on dirty talk."

"Dirty talk? You guys haven't even taught me that yet!" You say, taken aback.

"I guess we didn't need to. Or, Bucky just makes his mommy kink that obvious," Steve mutters.

"Mom- oh," You utter with wide eyes, slowly turning back to Bucky. You can't help but smile at him, making him huff.

"Steve's got one, too!" He deflects, sitting up.

"Really? Both of you?" You wonder curiously, before smirking.

"What's that evil look for, huh?" Bucky asks you with a frown.

You shrug with a smug look. "Well, you guys know how to fluster me, and now I can return the favor," You tell him coyly. "So, the next time you wanna turn me on in the office, just remember that I have the same power."

"Oh, please," Bucky scoffs. "What are you gonna do? Call me a good boy again?"

Smiling, you lean in closer and stroke his cheek gently. "Maybe. Or, maybe I'll just tell you how how proud I am of how hard you've been working," You say softly, before glancing over at Steve. "And I'll tell you both how pretty you look, and how lucky mommy is to have you."

While they silently attempt to process your words, you inwardly gleam, incredibly thankful for Sam's mommy kink and Wanda's inability to keep anything to herself.

"Have you been having lessons with someone else?" Steve asks you with narrow eyes.

"No!" You insist through a hearty laugh. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't have friends, or access to the Internet. I know a lot more than you two think."

"Jesus," Bucky breathes out, running his hand through his hair. With a grin, you rest your head on his chest, patting his leg comfortingly.

"Hey, twinkie," Steve suddenly begins. "There's a good looking man at the bar. Go, flirt with him."

"Are you insane?" You ask him with a scoff.

"Do it!" Bucky piles on, nudging your arm. "It'll be good for you to get some practice before you see Thor tomorrow."

Looking over at the bar, you spot the guy they're talking about. He's cute, but not intimidatingly so. Deciding to bite the bullet, you stand up and exit the booth. The boys watch with delight and excitement as you make your way over to the bar, breathing deeply.

You can do this. It's just a man. Worst thing he'll do is ignore you.

"Hey," The word escapes your mouth before you even think it as you sidle up to the bar and take a seat next to him. Shit. What now?

He looks surprised as he turns to you, raising a brow. "Hi, there," He replies, smiling. "Can I help you?"

"Uh, I need a drink," You state bluntly. "Recommend me something?"

"Well, my ex liked mango margaritas," He tells you with a hint of dejection.

Channeling your inner fuckboy, you rest your chin on your hand and lean in. "If she dated you, I trust her taste," You say coyly, surprising yourself with the flirty comment. "But how about I help you forget she ever existed?

"Yeah?" He asks with a smirk, looking you up and down. "My name's Matt."

"Y/N," You reply coolly. "Do you come here often?"

"Actually, I'm only in New York for a few days on business," He informs you, picking up his beer. "How long you been working in the city?"

His wording is odd, but you ignore it . "Moved here earlier in the year," You tell him with a smile. "Where are you from?"

"Boston," He answers, glancing down at your chest. "Though, I don't suppose that matters much to a girl like you, does it?"

Slightly confused, you brush it off. "Sure," You quip.

"Let's skip the small talk," He says, lowering his voice. "How much for an hour, darlin'?"

It takes you a few moments to realize what he's talking about. Shocked, you do your best to hide it. "Oh. Uh..."

Matt chuckles softly, leaning in. "I get it. You don't wanna talk numbers out here," He says, patting the bar. "I'm gonna go take a leak, and then how about I take you to my hotel? However much it is, it'll be worth it."

You part your lips, but no words come out.

"See you in a few," He greets you before standing up and leaving, after lightly hitting your ass, making you gasp.

The second he disappears into the bathroom, you get up and pace back to the booth, eyes wide. "We have to go!" You exclaim to the boys who look confused. "Now!"

"What's wrong?" Bucky asks as the two of them stand up. "It looked like it was going well."

"He touched your ass, didn't he?" Steve asks before glaring at Bucky. "I told you I wasn't just seeing things."

"He thinks I'm an escort," You reveal hurriedly. "And any second now, he's gonna come out of the toilets and expect me to come with him to his hotel. So let's go, now!"

The two of them burst into laughter, following you as you rush out of the restaurant.

"Wait, wait, wait," Steve calls out as you reach the end of the street. "We're not going home yet. Let's go get ice cream."

Pleasantly surprised, you raise a brow while catching your breath. "Like a real date?" You ask once your heartbeat regulates.

"This is a real date," Bucky insists with a tone of offence.

"Yes, it is," Steve echoes, smiling at you. "And real dates end with ice cream."

"Do you think it's possible you have any kids out there?"

Your question makes Steve snort. "Okay, we may be fuckboys, but we're not stupid," He says.

"Yeah, and you know we stay wrapped since chlamydia-gate," Bucky adds as the three of you walk through Central Park, ice cream cones in hand. It's a pleasant evening with a calm breeze, the sun setting behind you.

"Just wondering, 'cause you know, Sarah got pregnant three years ago and the timelines match up," You tell them casually. The two of them stop in their tracks, jaws slack as they stare at you in silence. You wait a few minutes before laughing and nudging Steve's arm. "I'm kidding," You reveal, making them relax. "Her baby was born, like, eight months ago."

"She has a kid?" Bucky asks with a frown. "Who's the dad? We might know him."

"Uh, I don't know his name," You tell them. "He's just some jerk that skipped town when they found out."

Steve remains quiet with his eyes on the ground. You slightly regret bringing Sarah up, as it seems to still be a sore subject.

"That sucks," Bucky mumbles, before a silence falls over you.

After a few minutes pass, you walk ahead and turn to face them, giving then a smile. "Okay - roleplay time," You announce. "What do I do if I'm on a date and he tries to kiss me?"

A small smile pulls at Steve's lips. "You kick him in the balls," He answers you immediately.

"Be serious," You whine, walking backwards. "I wanna be ready for it. I know how to kiss, but I wanna be comfortable with sudden kissing. You know, like if he were to just plant one on-"

Bucky cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, making your eyes widen for a split second. You do your best to relax and melt into it, kissing him back for a few moments before he pulls away. "You seemed pretty comfortable with that," He comments with a wink. "You just wanted a kiss, didn't you?"

Scoffing, you turn away. "Of course not."

"You're allowed to kiss us if you want," Steve tells you slyly. "Just treat us like sex dolls. Do whatever you want to us."

With heated cheeks, you grin, shaking your head. "I just- I didn't-"

"It's okay, newbie," Bucky assures you softly, resting his free hand on your hip. "We're sluts; we're down for whatever."

"Whatever," Steve echoes as he pushes Bucky out of the way before leaning down and kissing you gently. When he pulls away, he shoots you a wink. "Whenever."

The three of you continue your walk, finishing your ice creams and teasing each other. It's easily the best date you've ever been on, real or not.

"Hey, you should come over to our place, newb," Bucky says once the sun's completely gone and it's too dark to see your shoes.

Though your instinct is to say yes, you hesitate. "Uh, I don't know. It's getting late," You say, hugging yourself and rubbing your goosebump-covered arms. The boys rush to pull off their jackets, and you snort when they both try to put them on you.

"Mine's much warmer," Steve insists.

"Well, mine goes with her outfit," Bucky shoots back stubbornly.

"I don't need a jacket!" You exclaim, stepping away from them. "I just need two handsome men to walk me to my apartment."

"You're coming to ours," Steve decides firmly, linking his arm in yours.

"We have work in the morning-"

"And we can all carpool together," Bucky solves with a grin, linking his arm with your free one. "It'll be fun!"

"You haven't slept over yet," Steve points out as they begin walking in the direction of their house. "Sleepovers are a big part of dating. Don't you want your first one to be with us?"

"I've had sleepovers before," You tell him with a frown.

"We don't mean the braiding hair and painting nails kind," Bucky corrects you. "We mean the bumping uglies kind."

You cringe, raising your shoulders up to your neck. "I hate that phrase," You grimace.

"What do you prefer? Netflix and chill?" Steve offers. "Amazon Prime and alone time? YouTube and raw-dogging?"

"That last one is definitely not a thing!" You snort, shaking your head.

"We can make it a thing," Bucky says coyly, smirking down at you.

Sighing, you shake your head. "I'm on my period."

Steve holds his hands up in surrender. "Who said anything about sex?"

You let out a heavy laugh and say, "You did! Mr. YouTube and raw-dogging!"

"Come on, twinkie, stay the night," Bucky requests sweetly. "Promise, we'll be good. No sex, just movies, snacks, and maybe some making out. If you're lucky."

"And we'll both big-spoon you," Steve adds. "Extra comfort."

"What if I leak on you?" You ask hesitantly.

Steve rolls his eyes. "We're grown men; we can handle a bit of blood," He claims.

"Or a lot," Bucky chimes in. "You know, if you have a heavy flow."

With narrow eyes, you sigh and give in. "Fine."

An hour later, the three of you are lying in Steve's bed. One of the Fast and Furious movies are playing while you're pretending to be watching, when you're actually just enjoying how their strong arms feel around you.

"This is the best part," Bucky whispers for the fourth time since the movie began.

"Mhm," You reply while tracing lines on his abs. After a few seconds, you snort. "I can't believe that guy thought I was an escort."

"How forward were you being?" Steve asks between laughs.

"I was just flirting with him!" You swear. "I don't know what made him think that."

"Probably ain't used to pretty women approaching him first," Bucky guesses.

"You think I'm pretty?" You ask him through a grin, latching onto his arm.

He smiles down at you, rolling his eyes. "Nah. Not at all," He states bluntly.

"That's mean," You whine, before turning to Steve. "Tell him, Stevie. He's being mean."

"Don't be mean to my girl, Buck," He scolds him.

"I think you mean my girl," Bucky corrects him.

"I think you both mean future Thor's girl," You mumble, regretting it the second the words leave your mouth.

The boys immediately turn their attention to you. Grinning madly, they share a look before attacking you.

"Stop!" You scream as they tickle you, thrashing your legs around. "Stop it, please!"

Showing mercy, they both pull away, still smiling widely. "You're so cute!" Bucky exclaims, poking your side and making you convulse.

"You wanna be Thor's girl, huh?" Steve questions with a raised brow. "And what makes him so worthy of having you?"

"He's cute, and tall, and has an accent," You list off. "That makes him worthy."

"Don't worry, newbie," Bucky says assuringly, patting your head. "Once we've trained you up, you'll have him wrapped around your finger."

"You might even set your sights a little higher than Thor when you become a slut like us," Steve hypothesizes.

"Higher than Thor? Not likely," You say with a dry laugh.

"Yep. He's the best," Bucky says as his eyes flicker up to meet Steve's, wondering if they hold the same green tinge as his. Wondering if he's just as jealous.

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