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#steve rogers x best friend!reader
Honey Girl.
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Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5.1k
Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).
Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven.
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Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/
An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.
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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.
"Babe! Babe! Babe!"
"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"
You can guess. In fact, you already have.
Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.
You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.
You wish people would shut up about it.
The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.
You fall into the latter.
You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.
You're not sure you ever want it to happen.
The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.
Not everyone shares the same sentiment.
"Babe, you still there?"
Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"
You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.
"Sure. I'll see you in ten."
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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."
You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.
"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.
The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.
"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"
She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.
"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."
As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."
"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.
"Like fucking magic."
You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.
"Magic?" you prompt.
"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"
She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.
"So, what's his name? What's he like?"
"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"
"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.
"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."
You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.
"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"
"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."
You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.
"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"
"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."
Jackpot. She's read you like a book.
"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"
"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"
"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"
You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.
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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.
"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."
"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."
Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.
"Hi, Mama."
"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."
She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.
"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."
"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."
She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.
"You've poured four, Mama."
"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."
"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."
"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"
She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.
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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.
Your Dad's best friend.
They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.
He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.
Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.
She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.
It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.
A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.
Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.
Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.
Might as well make the most of the freedom.
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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.
"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.
"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.
"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.
"I brought your favourite, Lori."
"So did I," you echo, laughing.
"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"
"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."
"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.
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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.
The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.
"Lacie got Tethered."
"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.
"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.
"Tell me about it."
"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."
"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."
"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."
"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."
"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."
"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."
"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."
"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.
And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.
"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.
"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."
You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.
"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."
You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.
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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.
"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.
"You got big late night plans?" you tease.
"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."
Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.
"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"
"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."
"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.
You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.
"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.
"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"
They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.
"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.
"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.
"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.
"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.
"Maybe?" he smirks.
"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."
"Like hell you will," he grumbles.
You quirk a brow in confusion.
"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."
You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.
"Why don't we go somewhere?"
"Where?" you ask tentatively.
"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"
You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.
"I fucking love the beach."
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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.
The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.
The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.
A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.
"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."
He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."
Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.
"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."
"And what is this?"
"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."
You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.
"Me too," he whispers.
You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.
"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."
You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.
"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"
He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.
"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."
"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.
"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.
You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.
"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."
You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.
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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.
"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"
"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."
He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.
"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.
"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."
"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."
You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.
"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."
"You're the best, sugar."
You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.
"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.
"Nope. You?"
"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"
The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?
"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."
"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.
Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.
"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"
You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.
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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.
"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."
He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.
"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."
"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.
"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.
Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.
"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."
You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.
"Woah, easy. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.
He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.
And then, it happens.
Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.
Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.
Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.
After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.
You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.
He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.
You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.
He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.
"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.
A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.
"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."
Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.
You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.
You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.
Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.
You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.
A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.
"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."
"My soulmate," you whisper.
The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.
Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.
"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.
He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.
He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.
"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."
"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.
"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."
You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.
You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.
"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.
He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.
"My honey girl."
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No one as sweet as you - Mafia!Stucky/Reader
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✦ Pairing: Stucky/Reader ✦ Word count: ~9,4k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings: Mafia AU, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, protective!stucky, TW: reader is verbally and physically abused by john walker, idiots in love, sharing a bed, poly relationship, piv sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, praise kink, pet names (Sweets), unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends. ✦ Note: This is a fic that was previously posted on AO3, at the beginning of the year. But since I'm stuck in writer's block right now I thought I would post this in case you haven't read it. It's one of my favorites. There are some short prequel fics to this also posted on AO3, about when they were living together in college. I'll post those too in the following weeks.
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The bouncer gives you one glance before he opens the door for you and the line of people you pass shout angrily but you don’t even spare them a glance, your thoughts elsewhere. The music in the club usually invigorates you but tonight it passes through without leaving a trace.
Making your way to Monica at the bar, the people you pass shoot you weird glances and you know you must look a mess. When she sees you she comes right over, the music is too loud to talk so you share a squeeze of the forearm in place of a hug before she pours you your favorite wine, with a pitying smile at your smeared mascara. You throw a kiss at her before making your way to the back and once again the big man at the door opens it for you after a quick look.
The music is muted as you make your way to the stairs at the back that take you up to their private room. When your heels land at the top and you meet Bucky's eyes he lifts the girl currently on his lap off and declares "Everyone out."
Steve shoots him an irritated look before his eyes follow Bucky's and sees you. You stand perfectly still while the women and men who were enjoying a private party with two of the biggest mobsters in New York mill past you down the stairs, some even shoot you dirty looks.
When the last person has passed, you take a step towards them, but before you're two steps in, Bucky has taken the glass from your hand and Steve has lifted you into his arms. You cling to him, hands grasping his shirts, and finally, you know you’re safe.
Steve sits down with you in his lap, cradling your head to lean it against him, the other arm holding you tight at your waist. Bucky's palms are gentle when he rubs your back soothingly. None of them say anything at first but the tears running down your face speak for themselves. You made it all the way without breaking down but with them, you can be vulnerable. For the last seven years, they’ve been the rock, the shelter, and your haven.
"Talk to us, Sweets," Bucky's voice is only that soft with you, maybe sometimes with Steve too, “What’s going on?” You try to take a deep breath, but it just stutters. After a few more tries it’s better but you’re not sure where to begin. They give you time, and don't press you on information, like they otherwise do in their line of work.
Finally, you release Steve's shirt and instead, you find the hand he has wrapped around your waist, twisting the rings on his fingers as you try to speak. You don't want to look at them, the shame and the anxiety is running high in your body but you want to tell them, you just have to find the right words.
"You know the guy I've been seeing," you start and feel Steve's arms tighten around you. Before you can say more Bucky mutters "I'm gonna kill him." Steve is calmer and asks, "What about John, Sweets?" He speaks into your hair, his voice is gentle but it has a hard edge. "He's been so sweet since we started going out, but he's been having a rough time at work lately," you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to remember, your heart beating like crazy. The memories bring forth the panic and the fear again and your breath gets shallow.
"It's alright Sweets, you're here with us, nothing can hurt you," Bucky's low voice is comforting, together with their touch, and you know he’s telling you the truth. It’s the reason you came here instead of going home.
You take a few more breaths and continue "So I thought I'd do something nice for him. We had a spa day and while he soaked in the tub I made dinner and dressed up for him." Frowning hard, your fingers spin the rings on Steve's hand faster and faster the more your anxiety builds, knowing what’s coming.
"And everything was great until I poured the wine and spilled some on the tablecloth." Your mouth opens and closes a few times and the tears start to fall again but Bucky is there with his thumbs, cradling your face and brushing them away, while Steve rocks you gently in his embrace.
"He was furious," you cry. "Said I ruined everything! He threw the wine in my face, then the bottle across the room. He tried to grab me but I ran out of there." There is a long silence when you finish, it’s just your sobs and the music from the other side of the wall. Then Steve says "I'm gonna fucking kill him," his voice laced with rage, and he hugs you even closer.
"I took a cab here, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t wanna go home." With the last words out you feel a small relief. You’ve told them. You’ve told someone. The scene still plays in your head, seeing John's eyes turn black with rage when the drops of rosé landed on the white linen, feeling the fear when he started screaming.
"Thank you for telling us, Sweets. You’re an incredible person," Steve says and moves you out of his lap and over to Bucky's. They treat you with the utmost care, moving slowly, giving you time to protest if you want, or detangle yourself if that's what you desire. But you let them manipulate your body how they like because sometimes they know what you need more than you do.
"You did nothing wrong," he goes on to say, holding onto your hands, letting his thumbs caress the skin. "John is an absolute fucking asshole and no one should be treated like that.” You meet his green-blue eyes that are only soft for you, and Bucky. Right now, Steve isn’t the feared mobster that people avert their eyes from when he enters a room, scared they’re going to end up in a ditch because they looked at him wrong. No, this Steve is your best friend.
"I don't want to be scared, and I don't want to go home in case he comes there," you confess. "You'll stay with us," Bucky decides, voice finite. "Let’s go home so you can take a shower and change clothes." You nod and are about to stand up but Bucky is quicker, changing his grip and holding you close as he gets up. He carries you to the car and doesn't let go of you until you're in their mansion, in the room you have there.
When he puts you down your feet are a little unsteady and they both look at you with concern, but you give them a weak smile “It’s okay.” "We'll be right outside, shout if you need anything," Steve tells you and when you nod they both step out and close the door softly behind them.
For a moment you stand still, trying to make sense of the last hours, wondering how everything went to shit. Then you finally get a good look at yourself in the tall mirror and see the black rivulets of mascara and eyeliner smudged down your cheeks, the foundation almost gone.
The dress is ruined by the wine and even if it was expensive and you can get it dry cleaned you don’t want it anymore. You pull it off and throw it into the trash can, quickly followed by the heels. The lingerie is one of your favorite sets but you're unsure if you will ever be able to enjoy it again without remembering how you chose it especially for John. After a moment it goes into the trash, and the earrings too, feeling like you need everything from the night to be gone.
The only thing you keep on your body is the necklace that was a gift from Bucky and Steve years ago and you haven’t taken it off since. It's custom-made with three delicate chains in gold, silver, and black twisted together. You loved it the moment you saw it, knowing that the chains were the three of you, twisted together through the rest of your lives. When you touch it with your fingers it makes you feel better, because you can feel them with you.
The shower feels more than just bodily cleansing and when you remove the last pieces of your smeared makeup, smoothing eye cream over your puffy eyes, the feeling of fear and panic is distant.
In the closet are a bunch of your clothes, probably more than you like to admit, but the best part is the drawer with their old t-shirts. You pull one out, not sure which of them it used to belong to, but it’s worn and soft against your skin. For a moment you press it against your nose, breathing in the detergent that reminds you of this place and all the wonderful memories that you have with them, before you find your pajama pants.
Out in your room you sit on the bed and look around at the muted colors. Bucky and Steve insisted that the room was yours, not just a guest room, and it makes you smile a little when you think about how much fun you had decorating it.
After taking a deep breath you open the door and find them just a few steps away. The look in Bucky's eyes is murderous and Steve's fists are clenched by his side, but when they turn to you they go back to being your best friends that you met in college all those years ago. "How are you feeling?" Bucky steps up to you and pulls you into a soft hug, tucking your head underneath his chin as you wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of him. Steve comes up behind you, placing his palms on your shoulders, rubbing the muscles carefully. "Better now," you answer. "But I never had dinner so I'm a bit hungry."
Bucky pulls away from you, cradling your face, tilting it up until you're looking right into his light blue eyes. "Let's go raid the kitchen," he smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds more and there is so much love in those eyes it's almost scary. You know he would burn down the city if it made you happy, they both would, and that intensity is one of the many things that have kept you from finding out what it would be like to be theirs. You're not sure you'd be able to handle it.
When Bucky lets go of you, Steve's arm goes around your waist and he pulls you into him, Bucky takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you walk to the kitchen. You sit down at the kitchen island while they open the fridge.
"The chef made mac'n’cheese," Steve says and pulls out an oven pan, covered in tin foil with a post-it note on top with instructions for heating it. Bucky turns on the oven and says, "Want something to drink Sweets?"
"Soda?" you ask and Steve pulls a can out of the fridge before settling down beside you, handing it to you. You hand it right back "Please? I don't wanna fuck up my nails." That makes him chuckle as he opens it and the sound makes you warm on the inside so you lean your head against his shoulder.
"Thank you," you sigh. "For always being here for me. I'm sorry I ruined your party." "You didn't ruin shit," Bucky spits out, glaring at you from where he is standing by the oven. Steve and you chuckle at his harsh tone but then he leans forward, over the counter towards you, resting his large arms against the surface.
"I mean it, Sweets, don't you ever think you ruin anything by showing up, for any reason," his voice is stern but you know it comes from a place of love. "Thank you, Bucky, it means a lot," you smile.
When the oven is warm Bucky puts the tray in and pulls out plates. It only takes a few minutes and your tummy rumbles as the kitchen fills with the smell of cheese. Bucky and Steve make small talk about work things and you're grateful for them filling the silence while you finally get some food.
But it isn't the nice chicken that you cooked for John that you looked forward to eating and your eyes begin to burn. Even though you try to force the tears back they come anyway and run down your cheeks as you eat. Neither Bucky nor Steve notice until you reach for a paper towel and sniffle loudly. Not a second later you're wrapped up in Steve's embrace, crying into his shirt again while Bucky caresses your hair and nape. They mumble sweet things to you and tell you that you're safe and that nothing is ever going to hurt you again.
After a few minutes, the tears run dry. "I'm okay," you say and Steve loosens his hold, his eyes filled with concern for you. "You sure?" "Yeah, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Should probably try to get some sleep.” "We're sleeping in my room," Bucky decides and you nod, Steve too.
It's not unusual for the three of you to share a bed when one of you has had a rough time. The first time it happened was after finals and you all fell asleep in Steve's bed, totally exhausted, and slept better than you'd had in weeks.
Then it was after break-ups, yours, Steve's, Bucky's, somehow you all ended up in a bed together every time and it wasn't sexual at any point, just friends being there for each other and it continued through the years. The only time it was out of the question was when one of you was in a relationship, then it just felt weird, and from previous experience, it wasn't something that partners were all that accepting of.
You retrieve your pillows and cover from your room before settling in Bucky’s huge bed, your feet twisted up with Steve's, and Bucky is holding your hand. It's nice, it's familiar and you drift off knowing you're safe with them.
The room is dark when their soft voices wake you, but that might be because of the black-out curtains and not because it's still night. They’ve moved close enough to you that you can feel the warmth from their bodies on either side of you, and Bucky’s chest is right in front of your eyes when you open them slightly to peek. They don't notice you're awake and you don't feel like announcing it either, curious what they’re talking about.
"We let her decide." Even if Steve's tone is hushed it's still hard. "She is too sweet, you know she would never hurt a fly, she's going to say no," Bucky protests harshly in a whisper. This is interesting, you think.
"Even if you and I are fine with getting blood on our hands, maybe she doesn't want to live with that, maybe she wants to press charges." Steve has always been the more level-headed of the two, good with looking at things from all angles and keeping his cool. Bucky huffs and you want to giggle. His emotions always get him in trouble, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. When Bucky is angry he sees red and when he loves he does it with his whole soul and being. One time you asked Steve how he isn’t dead yet since his poker face seems to suck, but Steve explained that when they’re doing business he is usually calm and collected. When his emotions finally break through, people know they should probably run.
"Fine.” You can tell Bucky is not happy but he lowers his voice even more, and now it’s tinged with something else. “But I'm never letting her go again." His words together with his gentle tone make your heart skip. There was a time when you seriously thought about asking them to see if the three of you could work it out, and be more than just friends. But what you have with them is so precious that if it fails in the end, and you lose your best friends, you're not sure how you're going to go on.
"And you think I will?" Steve mutters. "We should have said something a long time ago." "Well, we can't go back in time. All I know is that I love her and I can't see her with anyone else ever again," Bucky's voice sounds like it's going to crack. He never cries but that is as close as it gets.
Steve reaches over you towards him, you can't see what he does but you know how Steve's comforting hands look on Bucky, you've seen it before. Sometimes they're even sweeter with each other than they are with you, when they think no one can see them, not even you. It's so clear that they love each other deeply, honestly it's surprising that they don't just date each other.
You hear Bucky hum in contentment and Steve gives a small soft laugh. It feels like a good time as any to pretend to wake up. You file away their words for another day, not ready to deal with them now in the wake of what’s happened. First, you need to heal the broken heart you're already nursing before thinking about giving it away again.
With a groan you turn from your side to your back, stretching and blinking your eyes open. They're lying on their sides, both resting their heads on their hands. "What time is it?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Just past nine," Bucky informs you and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. "And you two are still here?" "Just for you," Steve says softly and finds your hand, twisting your fingers together.
Both of them are early risers and you hate mornings, something they tease you for endlessly. "Honestly though, have you already, like, gone for a run, had breakfast, and then sealed some important deal?" "Nope." Bucky slides his arm in under your neck, placing the other hand on your hip, and pulls you closer to him. "We didn't want to leave in case you woke up." Steve shuffles closer, his chest pressing into your shoulder. "Didn't want you to think we left you all by yourself."
You hum and decide to ask "Would it be okay if I stay here a few days?" "Sweets, stay as long as you want. It's your home as much as ours,” Steve answers. "No,” you correct. “My name is definitely not on any papers for this house." "We can fix that if that's what you want. Just move here." Bucky is serious but you decide to laugh it off. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Like old times." he smiles.
"Except I have no desire to listen to the people you bring home scream and moan, got enough of that in college,” tumbles out of your mouth without really thinking of it. They exchange a look but before they can say anything you hastily continue. "Do you think I need to break up with John, or do you think he got the message when I left?"
An uneasy silence falls and Bucky breaks it. "I'm gonna be honest with you Sweets, I really wanna fucking kill him, and make it as painful and as horrifying for him as possible. Death will feel like a blessing in the end." Steve speaks next. "But it's your decision, and if you wanna press charges against him, we'll make our lawyers available."
It’s a lot to take in at that moment. "I don't know,” you answer truthfully. “It still hurts, I'm still scared but I'm not sure what will make it better." "When you've decided you let us know and we'll do whatever you want." Steve bends down to kiss the top of your head.
"If I see him on the street or something though I'm gonna punch him," Bucky says casually before letting go of you and getting out of bed. When his warmth leaves you, you whine and that makes him chuckle. He kneels on the bed and kisses your forehead. "Steve will keep you company while I make breakfast." "You mean go get what the chef has already prepared?" you joke. Bucky shoots you a look before leaving the bedroom.
"We should be glad he isn't actually cooking. Remember when he tried to make pancakes for his girlfriend and almost burned down the apartment," Steve notes. "That's because he got distracted. I mean, I'm glad I came out of my room when I did but the image of Bucky and her on the kitchen table still haunts me," you chuckle.
"You weren't exactly innocent back in those days either," Steve points out with a laugh. "But I never did it on the communal surfaces," you defend with a huff. "No, all we got was listening to you trying to stifle every sound and failing miserably." "Well, at least I didn't break a wall while fucking someone." "It was a shitty wall, never have that problem here." "See that's why I don't wanna move here." "We can soundproof your room?" "Or I can just live in my apartment?"
Bucky comes back with a breakfast tray and places it on the bedside table before pulling out your phone from his pants. "It's been buzzing nonstop since I got down," he explains and hands it to you right as the screen lights up with an incoming call.
"It's John," you tell them, and your chest floods with anxiety as you stare at the screen and sit up against the headboard. "Answer it," Steve sits up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. Bucky is pressed against you much the same on your other side. "On speaker," he instructs and takes out his own phone to record the call.
Your hands shake as you swipe to answer. "H-hello." Your voice is wavering. "Baby! I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I got mad. I've been calling since you left, I've been so worried. I checked your place but you weren't home. Where are you?" John says in a worried voice. "I'm at a friend's house," you reply.
The feelings in your chest are conflicted, on one hand you never want to see him again but hearing his voice makes you remember that when he is good he is great, amazing even, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. For the last few months, you gave it your all and you were even prepared to tell him you love him.
"I'll come and pick you up and let me apologize properly," he sounds pained like he is actually sorry for what he did. Fuck, it's so tempting to go back but you know better. You know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and getting wine thrown in your face is probably not the worst that can happen.
"No, John." You try to sound confident but you're not sure it comes across. "I don't think it's going to work out between us." The moment you say the words the tears well up and Steve starts rubbing your shoulder." You're doing great," he whispers right by your ear so John doesn't hear.
"Are you-" John sounds shocked. "Are you breaking up with me… over the phone?" "Yeah, sorry." You cringe, you shouldn't be sorry. "You scared me yesterday and I feel like I don't know you anymore."
"Babe you don't need to be scared of me, I would never hurt you I swear," he sounds like he is about to cry and a part of you wants to comfort him. "You threw wine in my face and said some really mean things," you point out.
"I didn't mean any of that, I promise. You know I've had a lot on my plate lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you." There is some part of you that desperately wants to believe him. "That's not an excuse," you go on. "I'm not an object for you to take out your frustration on. It's not going to work John."
There is a long silence before he speaks again and now his voice is laced with rage instead. "Then you can come get your fucking things right now." "John, please don't-" you start but he cuts you off.
"You fucking bitch, you lead me on for months and then you break up with me over the phone, because what? You think I’m gonna hit you or something?" "Yeah, maybe," you answer truthfully. "You're such a dumb bitch, I would never lay a hand on a woman I care about."
Both Steve and Bucky stir beside you. When you shoot them a glance they are both staring at the screen with murder in their eyes. "Calling me names won't change my mind, John," it hurts when he says them, like an actual stab in the heart and it brings out more tears.
Bucky leans over and taps the mute button. "There is no way you're going over there, we'll send Sam and Vis." You nod and unmute while John is raging on about how dumb and useless you are and how he wishes he'd never wasted his time on you. "I'm going to send some friends to pick up my things."
"Oh, so you won't even face me yourself?” his voice is unrecognizable now. “You know what? I'm glad for what I did, I'm not sorry anymore, you're obviously a fucking coward and not worth a second of my time." Every ounce of fight is gone from you, you're just tired and want it to be over. You don’t want to listen to the hurtful words anymore so you simply say "Goodbye John," and don't even wait for a response before hanging up. You drop the phone into the sheets and bury your face in your hands, your body jerking with sobs.
Steve and Bucky’s arms go around you but you hardly notice, everything is just excruciating pain, your heart smashed into a million pieces. Twenty-four hours ago you were happy with a man you thought you knew, and loved, but now everything is broken and you're not sure what you’re going to do next.
It takes a long time for you to stop crying and when it finally ends you're exhausted, again. The coffee Bucky brought has gone cold but Steve holds a glass of juice to your lips and makes you take a few sips before coaxing some yogurt into your mouth. "Steve is going to stay with you while I take care of a few things. If you need me, you tell him and I'll be right back," Bucky promises when he leaves the bed again, taking the tray with him out of the bedroom.
"Is he going to kill him?" you ask softly as you sink down under the covers. Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest until your face is squished against it. "No," his voice is soft. "Not without me." "Steve…" "Can you blame us, Sweets? John was lucky it was over the phone or else we would have beaten him into a pulp for saying those things."
"He never acted like that before," you whisper. "I'm just happy you got out before he put his hands on you," Steve whispers back. "If you had shown up with bruises yesterday I might have lost it." "I love you," you tell him and he kisses the top of your head. "I love you too, Sweets, and I know Bucky feels just the same." You hum and let the exhaustion take over.
They have switched when you wake the next time, you're in Bucky's arms and he is carding his fingers through your hair speaking quietly to you. "Wake up Sweets, it's time for dinner."
Even if you’ve slept right through lunch you shake your head and swing your leg over his hip, clinging to him. "Don't wanna get up," you whine. "If you eat dinner, we can watch a movie on the couch afterward." He knows just how to tempt you and you need something to try and take your mind off everything.
"Candy?" you pull back. Even if the light in the room is dim you can still see the blue in his eyes, and the crinkles at the corners when he smiles. "You know we keep stock of everything you like, there is always something sweet for our Sweets."
You hug him hard. "I love you Bucky, you know that right?" "I love you too, Sweets." He kisses the top of your head, much like Steve did earlier. "And I know Steve feels just the same." That makes you giggle "Steve said the same thing." "Well he is a smart man," he shrugs.
Bucky all but pulls you out of bed but he doesn't force you to change out of your pajamas. He leads you to the kitchen where Steve is plating the food and your stomach grumbles when you smell it. They have set the table with candles and it looks lovely but it also reminds you of your last candle-lit dinner. Bucky sees the look on your face turns you away from it and tilts your chin up with his fingertips, "It’s…” he begins, hesitating, trying to find the right words. “We want to replace every bad memory, but if it’s too much too soon we’ll throw it all out.”
The scary thing is that he is serious. If you said the word they would throw everything out, but you don't want that, you want a nice dinner with them and try to get past what happened. Maybe it will help, maybe it won’t but you won’t know until you’ve tried. And if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that you are safe with them.
“It’s fine, I’ll try,” you promise with a smile before turning around to sit down at the table. Steve serves the food and Bucky pours you a glass of wine. After a few bites, Bucky brings up some stupid shit the three of you did a long time ago and through dinner, you reminisce about old times.
Since meeting John you haven't seen them as much because you learned early on that partners were weirded out or even jealous of what you had with them. Right now you can’t fathom why you would ever do that, because these two people are the best thing in your life.
You fold your napkin into your lap and look at them. "I'm sorry for, like, ghosting you the last few months," you swallow hard. "I've been a shitty friend but you always take care of me when I need you, and I’m so thankful for that. I promise I’ll do better."
"It's okay sweets," Steve smiles and reaches over the table to grasp your hand. Bucky takes the other and his thumb caresses your knuckles. "Don't apologize, there is no need." The lump in your throat is from love and not from sadness this time and you don't try to speak, just nod, squeezing their hands back.
Afterward, you cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie but ten minutes in you're already nodding off. When Steve and Bucky notice you're asleep they turn the TV off and Steve carries you up to Bucky's bedroom. "She has work tomorrow," Bucky whispers and pulls the cover up over your body. "Fuck, should we wake her?" Steve asks back. "No, let her sleep, she starts at nine so if we let her sleep til seven it should be fine."
Fortunately, the alarm on your phone goes off as usual but when you turn to snooze it, you instead roll into a warm chest. Steve grumbles and reaches for your phone, handing it to you before seizing you around the waist, and burying his face in your neck.
“Hey, I have to get up,” you mutter. It feels like your eyes are filled with sand and your head is pounding but you have to go to work nonetheless. “You don’t have to work,” he speaks into your skin and it makes a tingling feeling travel through you.
“Don’t be silly, let go of me,” you chuckle and detangle yourself. The other side of the bed is empty, Bucky already up. You drag yourself over to your room to shower before getting ready and eating breakfast. Steve insists on driving you to work and Bucky comes and sees you off with a long hug and a kiss on your hair. “I’ve put Clint and Peter to watch your apartment and Sam and Vis are going to be outside your work all day, Sweets.” “Thank you, Bucky.”
When Steve drops you off he points out the car. "If you see John or you for any other reason feel unsafe you can go to them right away, or call us,” he tucks a strand of hair in behind your ear. “Don’t hesitate. You mean everything to us and we want to keep you safe, Sweets,” You nod. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before heading to work.
What you told yourself would only be a few days, turns into a few weeks and now it’s almost two months. Despite your initial refusal, you’re enjoying living with them again. A few times after the break-up, John tried to contact you and every time the phone started buzzing and your anxiety spiked you found one of them and they helped you through it.
You haven’t slept in your room once and neither has Steve, it's always the three of you sleeping in Bucky's bed. It could be because Bucky has an expensive bed that you sleep so soundly, but in the back of your head, you know it’s because their presence calms you.
If Bucky or Steve can't drive you to work, someone else does, your own car is still parked on the street by your apartment and you don’t have any desire to go get it. But you do miss some of your clothes, and toiletries, so maybe you should take it as a sign that you need to go back.
After getting home from work that day you walk up to their office, a little apprehensive. Both of them are leaning over the desk when you poke your head in, their cuffs rolled up, exposing their underarms. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, they look too good. Steve sees you first and a smile splits his face. “Hey Sweets, have a good day at work?”
Bucky turns and opens his arms towards you when you step into the room. His hug is warm and comforting and you answer Steve’s question with a yes, before taking a step back from them. "I know I said I was only going to stay a few days but it's been way more than that now, so I think I'll go back to my place after work tomorrow." You try to sound as neutral as possible, neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact.
"No," Bucky breathes, fists tightening at his sides. "I agree with Bucky, don't leave," Steve's voice is calm and his face doesn’t give much away but his eyes are betraying him, they’re too glossy, too wide, and too filled with fear to miss.
The other reason you need to go back home is the way they are treating you and touching you. It’s making your feelings run wild and you can't have that, you can’t risk losing them too. And if that wasn't enough they've invaded your dreams with their touches and words, making you wake up aching for them in a way that is totally inappropriate.
"I can't stay, you know that," you sigh. "No, I don't." Bucky is frustrated, staring at you. "I really fucking don't know why you can't stay. We love having you here and you seem to love being here. Just stay."
His mood is making you defensive, you don't want to explain that you're obviously catching feelings soon after getting out of something traumatic. You need to think, and every time you wake up drenched, tucked in between them you are seconds away from ruining everything by confessing or honestly just taking one of their hands and pushing it in between your legs, hoping they will help you get off.
"I need my own space, Bucky," you cross your arms and glare at him. "You have your own room," he states and takes a step closer. "That I don't use anyway," you reply and take a step back. "Because you don't want to!" His raised voice silences you not because you're scared but because he's right. Bucky isn’t stupid and he's not the type to sugarcoat things when he's upset.
Your heart is hammering. "No I don't want to," you confess with a breath. "But I need to." Then you turn to go but only get a step from the desk before Steve grabs your wrist. He spins you into his chest, Bucky coming up behind you, boxing you in between them. Bucky's head falls on your shoulder. "I can't let you go again, Sweets, I can't do it."
Your mind flashes back to the morning when you pretended to sleep and heard them talking. The breath in your chest hitches as you look up into Steve's blue-green eyes. “I’m with him, Sweets,” he says in a low voice and cups your cheek with his large hand. “You belong here, with us.”
Your mouth opens and you try to protest but it dies on your tongue and Steve takes the opportunity to continue. "We love you, more than anything, we want you to be ours, more than just our best friend. Live with us, be with us in every sense of the word. All three of us, together," his voice wavers at the end.
The words sink in slowly. Be with them. Be theirs. Stay. Your body is aching to say yes and your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest. “But…” “All I know is that I feel incomplete without you, like a part of my soul is somewhere else, and the only time I'm at peace is when I'm with you two. I can't keep living like a part of me is missing. So I'm asking you, please stay, please help us figure this out and be with us." Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. "Every time I see you with someone else my heart gets ripped out of my chest and I've tried to be with other people, we both have, but in the end, they’re not you."
Their confessions break down your defenses as their words ring true. In all your relationships over the years, there's always been something missing but you've never been able to figure out what. There's been passion and there's been love but it's always lacking something and now you think you get it. It has lacked them and the deep connection you share through years and years of friendship. Feeling stupid about wanting to leave and thinking you weren’t ready to be with them makes tears well in your eyes. Whatever it is you three can figure it out, it may not be traditional but it beats being unhappy.
"Don't cry, Sweets." Steve runs his thumb over your cheek. You lean your head into his chest, nodding against it. "I'll stay," you sniffle. The arms around your waist tighten and Bucky speaks into your shoulder. "Really Sweets?" he sounds like he’s worried that maybe you're joking.
"Really Bucky," you promise, wrapping your arms around Steve and hugging him close. For a moment it’s just the three of you enveloped in your shared love but then Bucky rights himself and you look up at him over your shoulder, matching his silly smile.
He leans in like he is about to kiss you but he stops himself, his eyes searching yours for something, and it's scary. If you take the plunge everything will change, or maybe it won't, but it feels like an earthquake is rolling through your life, upsetting everything and if you let him kiss you it will be real. But that's what you want.
"Please?" you ask him and his whole face lights up before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. It could be described as fireworks, an erupting volcano, or maybe feeling the first rays of sunlight on your skin after years in darkness, but nothing will come close to the feeling of being kissed by Bucky.
It's a chaste kiss with just his lips moving carefully against yours. It's over quicker than you want but in his place is Steve, turning your head back towards him and descending on you. His fingers run through your hair and he opens your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the feeling once again indescribable, it's just the feeling of right. Everything about it feels right.
Even if the kiss is slow when he pulls back your breathing is labored and you're clutching his shirt. "I-" you begin but can’t find any words. That kiss ignited something inside you, it's like you're seeing color for the first time, everything is clearer and sharper. What even was your life before?
"Are doing okay Sweets?" Bucky asks next to your ear and you nod in response. When his soft lips caress the side of your neck you whimper and lean your head to give him better access, he chuckles against your skin, nipping it and making you gasp. "I wanna eat you up, find out what you taste like everywhere."
It’s a badly kept secret that Bucky has a marking kink. You’ve seen his exes, you know he's possessive and likes to leave marks. You can't wait to have them on you so you whisper, "Mark me.”
Steve chuckles above you. "She knows you, Bucky," he says with a smile. "You too, Steve, please?" You’re almost begging, but not quite, just asking nicely. "You want me to give you a hickey?" he asks with a crooked smile but those eyes are too easy to read. He craves you. "Or a bruise, or a bite mark, something, anything," "Fuck…" His face changes to match his dark eyes. "You want everyone to know you belong to us, Sweets?" he asks with a hoarse voice and you feel the large bulge in his pants press against your stomach.
You nod, biting your lip. "Show me how you do it, Bucky.” They spin you around and Bucky grabs at the collar of your blouse, pulling harshly, sending the buttons flying over the office. “Hey-” you begin but he pulls the fabric aside exposing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. First, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough for you to hiss but not breaking the skin, then he closes his lips and sucks.
It's painful but the act in itself makes you throb. When he pulls back you release your breath but Steve is quick to pull the neckline on the other side and do the exact same thing. He is gentler but when he's done there is still a purple bruise on your skin. "Fuck me," you whimper against Bucky.
"Yes, Sweets, we will. Long and hard until you can't take it anymore. We're going to ruin you." Steve promises before he grabs you and lifts you up, spinning you so you can wrap your legs around him as he starts walking to the bedroom, Bucky right behind you. You reach your hand out towards him and he grabs it, kissing your palm and knuckles. "We're going to take care of you Sweets, you'll never want for anything," he promises with a wicked smirk.
Steve places you on the edge of the bed and stands up, looking down at you. Bucky comes up beside him, resting his forearm on Steve's shoulder. "Look at our sweets, can you believe it?" Bucky asks. Steve turns to him with a smile. "Yes." Then he places two fingers under Bucky's chin, turning his head before kissing him. It's heated, filthy and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. You squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the pressure you're feeling in your cunt. Their kiss shows that it's nothing new, they've obviously done it before and you're a little mad that they have withheld this from you.
When Steve starts pulling on Bucky's clothes you can't keep the moan from slipping out. They both break away and turn to you and you feel small in the best way possible. "Did you like that?" Bucky asks before leaning down and kissing you.
The knowledge that his tongue was just in Steve's mouth and is now sliding against yours makes you moan again. You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulls on your top. When you separate, he pulls it off and you’re left in just your bralette. Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat at the sight and starts taking off his own clothes.
Bucky kneels in front of you on the floor, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off, while you stare at Steve as more and more skin is revealed. He holds your gaze the whole time and you bite your lip when he starts at his pants. His chest and forearms are huge, covered in tattoos but in no way hiding the muscle underneath. It makes your mouth water and your cunt clench.
Bucky starts kissing up your bare leg, beginning at your ankles and slowly working his way up your calve and the inside of your thigh. When you're still staring at Steve he nips your skin. "I know he's gorgeous but when I eat your pussy I want your eyes on me, Sweets." He tries to look offended but his pupils are blown wide with lust.
Just the thought of him between your legs makes a shiver run through you and your cunt impossibly wetter. Nodding at him you caress the side of his face and watch him, the closer he gets, the more you start to tremble with need. No one had ever made you feel so needy and horny.
Bucky kisses your cunt through your underwear, making you gasp. "Please Bucky, I need you." "I know, I can smell how fucking wet you are Sweets." He twists your panties out of the way. "Fuck, Steve, look at her, she's dripping."
Steve, in just his underwear now, slides his fingers gently through the mess, making you tremble and moan, before bringing the fingers to his mouth and holding your gaze as he licks them clean. Then Bucky's mouth is on you, his tongue licking from your core up to your clit.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck-" you cry and grab the sheets under you, bucking up into his touch. Steve chuckles and gets behind you on the bed. "He looks like he's in heaven, Sweets. He has wanted you for so long." You feel his fingers undo the clasp of your bra and then slide it off. His hands cup your tits a second later, making more sounds spill out of your mouth. His fingers rub, caress, and pull on your nipples while Bucky is hurdling you toward your climax.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" Your legs shake and you grab Steve's arm with one hand, the other going to Bucky's head, grabbing his short hair. Every muscle in your body tenses right before the coil snaps, making you scream out your release, riding Bucky's face and feeling the pleasure-filled waves travel through your body.
You slump against Steve's and he holds you. Bucky pulls back with a shit-eating grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand, saying "Fuck Sweets," before he stands up and starts taking off his clothes.
You already feel amazing, high off your orgasm but you want more and Steve's hard-on is pressing into your back. You turn around on the bed. "Move up," you tell him and his smirk is knowing but he does as you say and moves to sit against the headboard.
You rid yourself of your drenched panties before grabbing his boxers and pulling them off. "Eager Sweets?" he chuckles and fists his cock as soon as it's free. It's thick and long as him and you can't fucking wait. You bite your lip before asking "Condom?"
"I know we should but I want to feel you raw Sweets,” he confesses. “Are you on birth control?" "Sure, and I got tested the week after…" you trail off not wanting the bad memories to ruin the moment. Bucky's heat is suddenly behind you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head back to kiss you deeply. When he lets go he says, "Steve and I got tested like a week before you moved in and I've not even looked another person's way since then." Steve laughs "And I haven't fucked anyone either so get over here and ride my cock Sweets."
To say you scramble is an accurate description, quickly shuffling over to him and straddling his hips. You hold onto his shoulders as he swipes the head of his cock through your mess, holding it still for you to sink down on.
All three of you moan in unison as his dick disappears into your tight hot channel. The grip Steve has on your hips is almost bruising and the look on his face is painful. “F-fuck. Sweets. Damn.” Is all he gets out. You lean in, kissing his cheeks and chin and lips, and start to move, slowly, the feeling is amazing, he's filling you up to the brim perfectly.
"Feels so good," you stutter and then drop down hard. "I'm never watching porn again," Bucky says from behind you and you watch him over your shoulder, kneeling on the bed and jerking his cock. You whine in the back of your throat, you want him too, so you reach for him as you bounce on Steve's cock, making him spill the most delicious sounds.
Bucky shuffles over and you grab his dick in your hand, he's big enough that it doesn't fit all the way around. His hand lands on Steve's shoulder to steady himself and Steve reaches out to place a hand on his hip.
The sounds the three of you make fill the room. It's moans, groans, and whimpers, the sound of slapping skin and squelching wetness. Your clit is steadily rubbing against Steve, getting you closer and closer. Bucky is panting heavily, Steve is too.
"Sweets, I can feel you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" Steve is trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably, but he continues to spill filth that rushes you toward the edge. "When I've filled you up, Bucky is gonna fuck my cum right back into you, aren't you Buck?" "Fuck yes," he groans before leaning in and kissing you deeply. “I wanna see you come on his cock Sweets.”
"Next time I wanna feel both of you come in me at the same time," you whimper. "Sweets, you goddamn slut." Steve groans with a laugh and bucks up into you harder. "Tell us more! Please! I want to hear every filthy little thought hidden inside that mind."
You turn to look at Bucky. "I want both of you in every hole. I want you to use me like I'm a toy and worship me like a queen," you tell him, then turn to Steve. "Put my name on the house and celebrate it by fucking in every room, on every surface, show me all of your kinks, give me everything."
Steve's eyes are screwed shut and he's let go of Bucky to grab your hips, pulling you down onto his big cock. "Keep going," you urge him, your release just a few thrusts away. But he's too close and before you can get there he suddenly sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest, thrusting up hard, and comes with a loud moan of your name.
You feel wild, right on the edge of ecstasy but left dangling in mid-air. With pleading eyes and a whine you look at Bucky who smirks at you before pulling you away from Steve and laying you on your back. A second later he fills you up, the sound of his cock pushing through Steve's mess is as sweet as it's nasty.
"Please, Bucky, please," you beg. "Yeah I know, don't worry, not gonna blow my load early," he taunts over his shoulder at Steve who just gives him the finger. "Understand him though, you’re so tight and warm Sweets. Makes me a bit crazy. I just want to fill you up over and over again," he confesses.
"I need to-" you begin but he cuts you off. "Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock," he demands but you know something that is even better than your own fingers and you reach out your arm.
"Steve," you plead and he crawls over to you and lays down beside you, pushing his hand in between your bodies, finding your clit. You arch off the bed with his touch, hands clutching Bucky's arms as he rams into you. The dual sensation is amazing and with how close you were seconds ago the end approaches quickly. Your moans get louder the closer you get and both Bucky and Steve praise you the whole way through.
"You sound so fucking pretty."
"I can barely move you gripping me so tight."
"You're so good at taking cock, Sweets. First mine and now Bucky's, it's like you were made for us."
You nod at the last thing and the pressure in your body is breaking, making your muscles convulse, almost pushing Bucky out with how hard you're coming, screaming their names as you do.
"Fuck! Yes, Sweets!" Bucky’s laugh is a little manic as he works you through it. "I'm going to fill our sweet little cunt with more cum." His hips stutter against you before he groans out your name and collapses on top of you. You run your fingers over his sweaty back and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to Steve, smiling at him beside you. "He's heavy," you complain.
Both of them laugh and Bucky rolls off before they move until you're squeezed in between them, their cum running down your legs, making a mess on the bed. Fortunately, you have at least two other beds to sleep in.
For a few months, you're walking on air. In a throuple with your two best friends, amazing sex, luxury beyond what you could have ever imagined. They constantly spoil you and they've tried to convince you to quit your job since you don't need to work when you're with them.
Tonight you're in another fancy restaurant. Bucky is trying to feed you chocolate cake because it's romantic but you tell him over and over again that you can eat by yourself. Suddenly Steve stiffens beside you and since he isn't known to have tells, you immediately get worried and follow his gaze.
John is standing at the door with a pretty girl on his arm, talking to the waiter and then being shown to a table. Next to yours.
When your eyes meet he stops for a second and his date shoots confused looks between the two of you, before you nod and he nods back, then moves again and sits down.
Steve asks for the check and you're out of your seat and outside the restaurant in no time. Bucky holds your coat as you put it on and a moment later Steve comes out too. His eyes are black with hate and when you're finally in the car you realize that you can't live like this.
"I think-" you begin, swallowing then clearing your throat, "I think I'm going to need those lawyers."
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Dancing in the Kitchen
summary: After the worst night imaginable, your best friend helps you when you need him most. What you don't realize is just how much you've always needed him. or: Tony Dumps you. Steve picks you up and puts you back together.
parings: protective!best friend!Steve Rogers x best friend!f!Reader
word count: 4.9k
warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt and insecurity, verbally abusive relationship elements, insults + language/name calling, reader cusses and so does Steve bc he can, no smut!, wearing Steve's clothes (very little to no description about reader's body so do with that what you will), intense feelings, confessions, crying, anxiety, best friends to lovers, intimate touch, VERY SLIGHT possessiveness, protectiveness, not Tony Stark friendly, cap quartet mention
a/n: these characters are out of college! It's set in their early-mid 20s following graduating and I thought it'd be a little more relatable (also since I'm not in college anymore I wanted this specific fic concept to be more relatable. self-indulgence and stuff). the cap quartet rent a house together. there might be more shenanigans in the future involving them. maybe. who knows? enjoy <3
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Everything was cold. 
Everything was ruined.
Everything was a fucking nightmare.
Dark clouds shrouded the night sky, hiding helpful moonlight. Rain pelted at you from above, mixing with fresh tears, drenching you to the bone as cold water collected on your skin and soaked through your dress. Your hands morphed into balled fists at your sides as you shook with rage, heartbreak, and the innate need to punch something.
You couldn’t wrap your pounding head around the events of the night; everything blurred together after ten o’clock. It was like a cruel joke, one where you waited an eternity for the punchline, begging for it not to be real no matter how hard you screwed your eyes shut and prayed. 
You didn’t want to believe it, yet there you were.
It sure as hell wasn’t the first time you found yourself standing at the backdoor of Steve Roger’s house on the cusp of a breakdown– and a breakup– warring with your own body to simply knock on the fucking door. Hell, Steve was already expecting you. He knew something was wrong the second you called; there wasn’t a warning text, just you, asking in a choked-up whisper if he was home. His response spilled out in a rushed ‘yes’ before you could explain further. A ‘no questions asked’ request, something not uncommon in your friendship. Steve, since day one, was one of your main sources of comfort within a thousand mile radius. 
Now, he was your only source of comfort within a thousand mile radius. 
Remnants of the phone call from Tony only minutes earlier echoed in your eardrums like a bad case of tinnitus. Annoying, repetitive. His hoarse, drunken slurry of vicious words clawed at the inside of your skull. Another fight. Another screaming match. Another forgotten birthday– this time, it included meeting your family. You’d planned it for months prior, making sure Tony knew not to forget it.
Your insides were twisting in knots as you waited at the restaurant awkwardly with your parents, brother, and an empty seat next to you. After an hour, eight failed calls and fifteen texts later, Tony finally picked up. Delight revived the few butterflies left in your stomach, only to be crushed, turning them into weighted dread as loud club music obliterated your ear drum as he shouted at you. 
“You bitch!” he spat. “Why the ever-loving f-fuck are y’blowin’ up my phone for?!”
You didn’t have time to process what he was saying before he’d already reloaded and shot you with more.
“What the hell is sooooo important? Huh? Y-you stupid bitch! You fuckin’ knew I’m busy t’night!”
You tore the phone away. Even at arm’s length, you, and the rest of your family, could hear every single thing he spewed at you. A couple from the table next to yours stopped mid-bite to turn and throw rude looks at you and your family.
“Tony, please, I–” 
“‘Tony please’– just shut up!” he mocked. “Just shut the fuck up! I don’t fuckin’ care what you gotta– what you have t’say! I can’t f–fuckin’ stand you anymore!”
Hurt and hunger morphed into churning waves of anxiety and embarrassment. Your throat was closing. Tears began stinging your eyes. You looked between your parents in shame, meeting their stunned looks filled with pity and disappointment. Your brother refused to look anywhere but the spot on his plate where he played with his food, sadness and second-hand embarrassment plaguing his face.
Yelling, jeering, and chanting echoed out of your phone. Tony didn’t stop. 
“Y’know what? I’m not doin’ this anymore,” he slurred, gulping some unknown liquid down, swallowing, gagging. More cheering. “We– we’re fuckin’ done. You’re out. I’m done.”
The other line fumbled. You winced as you heard Tony wet his lips, preparing the final blow. His breathing became heavy, ragged, hard enough you could smell the liquor through the phone.
“Fuckin’ cunt.” 
Click.
You loathed yourself for tolerating him; the endless cycle of poisoning you, providing the antidote, and taking it away when it seemed to get better. The whiplash from his unpredictable moods and personal attacks on you hurt as bad as it felt when he’d come around with endless apologies– accompanied by flowers, cuddles, and kisses– to heal each wound he was responsible for. 
This time, though, the stab was fatal. This time, you bled out; it’d been akin to getting gutted and hung helplessly in front of your fucking family. 
A sob snuck its way up your throat. You choked it down, willing your fist to reach up and knock on the door. You didn’t understand why this was next to impossible. Steve was your best friend. It wasn’t like he was a stranger. It wasn’t like he’d chastise you or yell at you or tell you to fuck off. Yet, there was a fear, deep down, feeding on the anxiety and self-doubt in the pit of your stomach, telling you the opposite; it whispered to you, telling you to run back to your car, scream into the steering wheel, and speed off to disappear from everything and everyone for just a little longer. It’d only be until you got your head on straight, until you figured out what to do with the apartment and your classes and your stuff and–
Knock. knock. knock.
In the blur of a million thoughts racing through your mind, you automatically reached up and weakly knocked, body tensing every muscle as you waited.
The door swung open, revealing one extremely concerned Steve Rogers.
Steve panted, a result from sprinting down the stairs from his upstairs bedroom in an attempt to open the back door by your first knock. Acutely aware of his jaw hanging from its hinges, Steve’s soft baby blues bore into you, scanning you up and down, stunned at you and your dress and how desperate you looked. 
Time stopped the second you saw him; it was difficult to describe, but everything magnetizing between the two of you was different. You felt different– different in the way he was familiar and somehow new at the same time. Steve felt different– different in the way you were single for the first time in two years and he was single since… forever ago.
This time was unlike the million other times.
You both stared. Your lips quivered, his parted in disbelief. Both your minds instantly went blank, unable to think of anything to say, to do. So, the sky thought for you. It opened its floodgates, releasing a torrential downpour as you stood inches from warmth, from comfort.
“Steve,” you croaked, reaching for him. 
It was then, everything came crashing down. 
You crumbled to the ground in a heap, knees buckling while your hand and arms braced for impact with the ground. Steve quickly abandoned his tight grip on the doorframe, catching you, helping you inside. Lungs gasped for air as heavy sobs poured from your chest and tears flowed steadily down your face. You pawed at Steve’s arm hooked around you as he stumbled back into the house, kicking the door closed and collapsing onto the kitchen floor with you in tow. He immediately pulled you closer and hugged you tightly against his chest. You heaved, crying out from the painful pit in your heart, digging your fingers into his flesh, hard enough to bruise. You buried your face into his t-shirt and bawled.
All of it– the rage, the hurt, the mess of balled-up emotions from the last two fucking years– came unraveled. Hands twisted into Steve’s t-shirt, balling the fabric and pulling it taut enough to rip. 
Steve didn’t shout. He didn’t complain. He didn’t utter a single word as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets, rocking you gently, squeezing you harder as his chest rose and fell rhythmically against your pounding skull, silently coaxing you to follow his breathing. Blubbering in his lap, stringing words together became futile as thoughts became unrecognizable. Another wave of panic and anxiety crashed over you. Steve’s mumbled shushes softened you; the deep timbre and honeyed bass of his voice and vibrations in his chest grounded you, welcoming you to safety. To home. 
“Shh… don’t worry, I got you. I have you. You’re okay,” he muttered, running a hand gently up and down your back.
“I–he–bu–” you fumbled, lip quivering as another sob overtook you. Rage clawed at the walls in the chasm of your chest. You screamed. Guttural, pained. Again. And again.
“Shh… it’s okay, let it out. You’re okay. You’re safe here,” he soothed, rocking you, adding in a lowered octave, “I’m here.”
“T–Tony,” you hiccuped, fists twisting more of Steve’s t-shirt. “He–he–”
“What, angel? What about Tony?” 
“He–he c–called me n–names a–and,” you shook your head violently, “he b-broke up with me. For real, this time.”
Steve cupped your cheek, softly wiping away fresh tears with calloused fingertips. While you continued to cry in his arms, his focus turned to the back door you tumbled through. Inside, he seethed; his rage nearly boiled over at the thought of anyone doing this to you, let alone Tony fucking Stark. Out of all the things you’d told him over the last couple years– all the threats, the cruel jokes and abandonment and insults– tonight was the ultimate cherry on top. It validated every time Tony’s actions made Steve think vengeful thoughts on what he’d do if he ever got five minutes with the douchebag. Just five minutes. Alone. 
He shook the thought away, looking back down to you. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him upset, let alone remotely think you were the cause of it. He’d promised himself that the first time you met.
Tony was going to fucking pay for what he’d done to you every single second for the last two years. And on your birthday, for chrissake. 
“What–” Steve swallowed the excess rage in his chest. “What kind of names, sweetie?”
You softened, sniffling, refusing to look at him. “He called me a b–bitch, a–and,” you bit your tongue, “a… cunt.”
The moment the word left your lips, Steve fought every last nerve in him not to put you to bed, get in his car, and go teach Tony a lesson on some fucking manners. Hell, even the idea of taking Bucky and Sam crossed his mind. 
He pushed the thought away, focusing back on you. You needed him. You came to him for help. No one else but him. 
Steve slid his hand off your back and placed it under your chin, thumb and forefinger gently coaxing you to look at him. Big blue eyes swam with concern and worry. In the dark of the kitchen, they seemed brighter than ever– a beacon guiding you back from the hurricane in your head.
In an instant, everything in your head went quiet. No more muffled echoes from the phone call. No more sobs readying to burst out your chest. No more caring about how swollen and puffy your eyes were, or the drying combination of mascara and tear stains running down your cheeks and neck. Your sopping wet dress that drenched the floor, and Steve, was pushed to the back of your brain, the cold no longer leaking into your bones as he brought you back down from the ledge.
All you saw was Steve. All you smelled, all you could feel, was Steve. 
Steve swallowed. His jaw slacked, tongue jutting out to wet his lips, slowly drinking you in for as long as he was able. 
And honestly? You couldn’t care enough to stop him. It’d been so long since someone looked at you the way Steve did.
Had he always looked at you like that?
“Listen to me. You are none of those things. Not even close,” he whispered, hoping you believed him. 
You nodded lightly. “I–I know, but it hurts,” your voice cracked again, eyes drifting away from him. 
“Hey, look at me,” he tugged at your chin, “you will never be anything like he says you are. Ever. Okay?”
You stared at him. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you placed a hand on his, taking it from your chin to your chest. Warmth bloomed as it rested against your damp skin. 
“‘Kay.” Barely a whisper. Enough for only him to hear.
He paused, gaze holding steady on you, lips twitching at the corners. 
“Let’s get you up ‘n out of that thing, yeah?” He nodded to your dress. “You gotta be freezing.”
Gently, he lifted you off his lap, rising from the kitchen floor and pulling you up on your feet. Your legs felt like a wobbly blend of jelly and nerves that forced you to lean onto Steve for support. He anticipated this, catching you and gripping your shoulders. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you clung to him as he guided you through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. You passed by Sam and Bucky’s rooms, both empty for the night, just like Natasha’s downstairs. 
As Steve rifled through his drawers and closet, your focus wandered to his messy desk: the lamp cast a soft, warm glow across the room, sitting next to history books and sketchbooks stacked high on top of one another; pencils and dirtied paint brushes littered the surface, products of his latest art assignment. His bed was half-made, dark green covers on one side neatly tucked in while the opposite was thrown aside, exposing gray pinstripe sheets. The walls were covered with scattered art– some his, others his favorite artists’– posters and pictures of family, friends, and some local bands. You bit back a smile. Memories of the shows you both went to over the last few years played like a highlight reel in your mind. You never regretted it; you never passed up a single invite, even after the time Tony locked you out for a whole weekend. 
“Here, these are clean,” he handed you a neatly folded pile of his clothes before adding, “I promise.”
A fuller smile broke across your face. The first of the entire night.
“Uh huh, sure, I believe you,” you joked sarcastically. He feigned hurt, scoffing at your false accusation.
“I did the sniff test, if that makes you feel any better.”
You giggled, taking the clothes from him and turning to head to the bathroom.
“I’ll be down in the kitchen,” he called after you. “You, um, you want something to drink?”
You paused, turning to look at him from the bathroom doorway halfway down the hall. From where he stood, the saturated pink creeping up his neck and reaching his face was more visible than the light on his desk. You couldn’t help but hold in a snicker and flash him a relieved smile, thankful.
“Coffee would be a godsend, right now.”
Steve smiled, saluting you. “Coming right up.”
You headed into the bathroom, tossing the clothes onto the counter, slumping against the door the second you shut and locked it. Finally relaxing, you realized how much tension was pent up in your tired shoulders– which, in turn, prompted the realization you were holding your breath the entire time in Steve’s room. 
Brushing the self-induced lightheadedness, you slipped the ruined dress off your body and hung it up on the shower rod. You hated the color, the texture, but wore it anyway. For Tony. On your birthday.
You cursed yourself, pulling your bra off next– a pushup that held your rib cage hostage the entire night. Just how Tony likes it. 
Or, liked it.
You silently prayed Steve included some Bailey’s in your coffee. 
Pulling on Steve’s sweatshirt, the scent of him enveloped you instantly. You couldn’t help but nuzzle into the neck of it, filling your lungs with the familiarity of Steve. He was a quiet, sunny Sunday morning and freshly brewed coffee. He was a nice night in watching your favorite movies and playing cards. 
Your head was swimming, swirling, caught up in the entirety of your best friend. He was yours just as much as you were his. Through Tony, through other guys you’d subjected yourself to the last few years, none of them compared to Steve. 
You tugged the sweatpants on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror and realizing the runny makeup staining your face. You snorted at how fucking ridiculous you looked, remembering the caked-on layers you’d put on for the evening. Again, just for Tony. The snort turned into a giggle, utterly grateful for Steve not making fun of how you looked and for ignoring the mascara stains on his poor t-shirt from earlier.
But, again, it was Steve. He’d never make fun of you. Ever.
Butterflies– the ones you’d thought were long gone months prior– stuttered suddenly, alive and fluttering in your stomach. 
You instantly recognized the feeling: it was the same you had the day you met Steve.
The same feeling you’d get on roller coasters, or reading an exceptionally good romance novel. Giddiness, dizziness. It was as if you were spinning while the room stood still. Your head felt light, high on helium. Your skin burned. Meeting your own gaze in the mirror, you scanned yourself, the question ‘is this happening right now?’ running on a loop at the forefront of your mind. 
Bzzt.
You jumped at the buzz of a text. With the trance broken, you took into account your shaking hands and the bumping tempo of your heart. Turning on the sink, you made sure the water was as cold as possible before cupping some in your hands and splashing your face. Refreshing. Needed. You rubbed the rest of the runny wakeup off your skin, stuffing your face into the fluffy hand towel and silently promising to get the boys a new one. Picking up your phone, teeth chewed on cheek to hold in your smile at the sight of Steve’s name on the screen.
⍟ Steve: You doing OK? Coffees ready 
You looked at yourself in the mirror.
“You got this,” you told your reflection. “He’s only your best friend.”
The butterflies continued to multiply, bumping against one another, fluttering and escaping out into your chest and your limbs. 
“Fuck.”
You opened the door. 
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“I was beginning to think you climbed out the window up there,” Steve quipped upon seeing you round the corner into the kitchen. He couldn’t help the stupid grin spreading across his face when he saw you in his clothes. You looked more relaxed, more comfortable.
More like you. 
You noticed he changed, too, donning a heather-gray t-shirt that clung to his torso in all the right ways– ways you hadn’t noticed before.
You mentally scolded yourself.
“A–Almost. But I’d never pass up a cup of world-famous Rogers Roast.”
“Wow, world-famous? I would’ve preferred universally-renowned, but I’ll take it.” He held a mug out to you, one faded with a ‘I ❤ New York’ logo– the one you’d gotten for him during your senior-year college internship. “Made it just how you like it.” 
He paused as you took a sip. You could feel his eyes on you, watching you, biting his lip in anticipation as you drank. The coffee tasted like liquid gold, warm and comforting and all-around delicious. You didn’t care if you burnt your tongue. This was what you needed. 
He was what you needed. 
Was he?
You looked back up at Steve. His cheeks flushed as he pressed his lips together, entranced with the mug in your hands, eyes ever-so-slightly flitting from it to your lips and back again. 
“Thank you, Stevie.” 
“You’re welcome, angel.”
You pinched yourself, then took another sip.
Silence fell, comfortable and calm, as you both nursed your drinks, checking your phones and letting time pass. You didn’t care to check the clock. 
Steve cleared his throat and set his phone down. 
“So, um,” he began. “What else did you have planned for your birthday?” 
His voice was low, tender, careful with the question so as not to upset you. He was curious, however, and determined to see exactly how much Tony fucked up your night.
And your life.
“Oh,” you swallowed, chewing your lip in an attempt to remember what you’d originally planned.
“He was, ah, gonna take me dancing. After dinner, after he,” you took an unsteady breath, “after he met my family. It was the one thing he told me he'd let me do after dinner.” You shook your head, adding under your breath, “besides him.”
Tension seeped into the space between you both. You didn’t want to meet Steve’s stare; it was the one you’d always see whenever you told him about Tony, one filled with anger so palpable it made his arms flex subconsciously, one he thought he hid well enough so you never saw, but you always did. Without looking up, you already knew his jaw was clenched and his shoulders were stiff and his eyes bored a hole into the wall behind you. Butterflies started to somersault, crashing into the waves of worry and anxiety. 
“Why?”
You looked up. Blue eyes. Stormy, swirling, stubborn.
“What?”
“Why did you stay with him?” Steve asked steadily, voice barely above a whisper. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
You paused. “Because he wouldn’t let me leave.”
“I could’ve helped you. We could’ve helped you,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the house.
Your teeth tore into your bottom lip. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
“I–” Steve sighed and carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, frustrated, trying to keep his promise while also appealing to you and balancing the fragile tightrope you two stood on. “I care about you, angel. I care about you so fuckin’ much. I just wanna know why. Why he was– why you were–”
“I–” Don’t fucking cry. “I was trapped. Every time I tried to leave, he’d tie me down more. It… it wasn’t as easy as you fucking think, Steve. Rose-colored glasses, wool over my eyes, wolf in sheep's clothing, that sorta thing, ya know? These last couple years, I… I don’t know why tonight was it, and I don’t know how I was able to get out, and I just… I don’t fucking know. I don’t. I–” 
You felt tears again. 
“I– Angel, I wasn’t trying to–”
“No, I know,” you cut him off, setting down your mug to rub your face in your hands. “I know. But I need you to understand that I– God, my fucking brain feels so scrambled. I just feel so confused, I feel like I’m going insane right now. Fuck!” 
You tried to calm down, taking deep breaths to feed your strained lungs, holding on to each before exhaling. In, hold, out, repeat. 
The room was spinning again, whirling around like a sick carnival ride as your center of gravity began to give.
As you braced the counter, strong hands and warm, muscular arms engulfed you, lifting you back from the countertop and guiding you into the middle of the kitchen. Steve pressed into you until you relented, reaching your arms around him and pulling him closer. The tension in your shoulders melted, migrating to your chest where your heart surged the moment he touched you, where it pounded against your sternum, threatening to break out of its marrow cage. You inhaled him, savoring him, feeling him all around you.
Slowly, delicately, Steve unwrapped from you. He was careful with every touch, as if he would shatter you– even though he had no problem with putting you back together again. He’d done it a million times before, and he’d do it a million times again.
He’d do it all again for you. 
Steve carefully slid your hands from around his center, placing one onto his shoulder, then– nervously and ever-so-slowly– he held your other hand out, sliding down your forearm and entwining his fingers into yours. His free hand fell softly onto your waist, fingers absently and lightly kneading the fabric and skin underneath his palm.
“May I have this dance?” he whispered.
You looked up from the floor to Steve, speechless. You nodded.
Then, he started to sway. He guided you both, rocking side to side to an unheard rhythm and subtly spinning in unison under the soft glow of the kitchen light.
He smiled softly, boyish and genuine, with admiration and tenderness in his eyes. Something gentle and kind, something about the feeling and the familiarity of it– of him– sank into you the longer you looked at him. Your focus shifted around the features of his chiseled face. You recognized the light freckles stippled across his nose and cheeks leftover from the summer; the scar on his earlobe from the night Natasha drunkenly dared you to pierce his ear and failed; the faint worry lines sculpted into his forehead he inherited from his father; the soft, full pink of his lips that innocently parted when you caught him staring at you.
It was the feeling that felt foreign to you; the one missing from your life after the last two years. But, it wasn’t missing. It had been right in front of you the entire time stealing glances, accidental touches, and irreplaceable memories.
Steve had been there. 
Steve had been the one looking at you like that for the last two years. 
He wasn’t missing. He was just waiting his turn. 
And, judging by the realization that washed over your face, his waiting was over. 
Steve's smile widened as he squeezed your waist, wordlessly confirming the thoughts running rampant in your head. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the ghost of a cry, blinking away tears forming in the corners of his vision. 
Your lips trembled as you smiled back. Slowly, you snaked your hand from his shoulder to his cheek and cupped his face. He leaned into your touch instantly, stubble and skin rubbed against your palm as he kissed it lightly. The press of his lips sent a spark coursing through your veins, electrifying your body and the air around you. The two of you continued to sway while the kitchen spun faster, a blurred whirlwind while you both remained in focus.
“When?” you asked, voice barely audible.
“Since the day I met you.”
“Why didn’t you–”
Steve shrugged. “I wanted to get to know you first. Didn’t wanna be some random dude who just wanted you for your number. You seemed too special to rush into something. Still are,” he sighed. “I wanted to be your friend first, but before I could muster up some courage, Tony swept you out from under me.” 
Guilt crawled up your throat. “I– I’m sorry, Stevie.”
He stepped away from you, twirling you, then dragged you back to him. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating. 
“No, baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I promise. I–” his voice broke. “I wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy. I just– I wish I did more for you. I should’ve done more for you.”
He tilted his head to the ceiling trying to stop his tears from falling, but you pulled him right back down to you. 
“Steve,” you started, keeping on his baby blues while your own voice struggled to remain steady, “you’ve done more for me than anyone else in the entire world. Hell, in my entire life. I just lost the last two years of my life suffering with someone I thought I loved. Who I thought loved me.”
You brought your other hand to his face. “You did all you could. I just… I thought it was gonna get better, you know? I thought, I hoped– God, I even fucking prayed– that he’d get better, but he didn’t. Nothing did. And I couldn’t find a way out. It’s like he conditioned me to believe he was the only one I had, like, he was the only one who’d ever save me.”
Steve frowned, but nodded in understanding. 
“I’m glad you came to me. Not just tonight, but every night. It was like reassuring me that I didn’t totally lose you, or like I never totally lost you.”
“You’ll never lose me, Stevie.”
His face, red-hot underneath your touch, moved closer to yours. You couldn’t tell if you were pulling or he was pushing. His hands gripped your waist the tighter you held his face, the two of you crashing into one another in slow-motion. The light above you grew brighter, the humming of the appliances was getting louder, the room spun at an infinitely unfathomable speed. 
You crashed together. 
Soft lips– softer than either of you could’ve ever pictured feeling– fit together like the perfect puzzle pieces. Neither of you moved, staying locked together until your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer and smashing his nose into your cheek. His grip became bruising as his fingers kneaded into your waist, steadying himself with your hips. You felt another surge of electricity as his tongue jutted out, parting your lips and swiping along the bottom before retreating back behind his.
He tipped you backwards on your heel, smirking against your lips as you flinched and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. 
Setting you upright, he pulled away from the kiss and whispered, “I’ll never let you go.”
“Never?” 
“Ever.”
You kissed him again, and the butterflies went wild. 
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Late Night Creeps
Not a Word
Summary: Steve and Bucky finish off their bro’s night with you and a movie…
Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers
Warnings: graphic language, alcohol use, age gap (reader’s in college), sneaking around, oral (fem rec), handjob, unprotected sex, sharing/threesome, smut cliffhanger (ish), 18+
A/N: MORE?! Shit looks like it…but will there be more after this one? Who knows…
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About midnight, and the TV’s blasting sirens and gunshots from the speakers; you’re up watching one of those ridiculously action packed movies just because. You’d been jumping from blockbuster to blockbuster, having a lone movie night after spending the day getting spoiled by your mom. Her lavish shopping spree and lunch date definitely made up for the last minute cancellation of your girls trip. You guys had an amazing day together, and you didn’t have to dive that deep into your well fabricated story. All she did was comment on how well you and Steve seem to be getting on without much else. Guess as long as everything’s peaceful, your mom had no concerns. Foolishly so. You can’t help but wonder if she was really that oblivious to what’s been going on under her roof. Even with Bucky staying there for no reason, in your face all the time, and Steve chomping at the bit about you two flirting and carrying on without repercussions? She has to have a sneaky suspicion or something. But nope. Didn’t even ask about guys back at school. No need to talk about men when there were shoes, clothes, and make up to look at.
Your spring break was coming along pretty nicely, you had to admit. During the day, you and Bucky were doing whatever the hell you guys felt like, while Steve stewed at his desk, receiving all sorts of messages and pics of you two together. Just had to rub it all in his face that he had more freedom with you than Steve ever could. But then Steve would get his sweet revenge late at night while everyone slept. Leaving Bucky a sign that he had been between your thighs. A twisted little game you were caught in the middle of. You slept when they let you. Your body was constantly in a state of exhaustion.
When you guys got back with your arms and hands full of bags, Steve and Bucky were heading out for a bro’s night that you couldn’t help make fun of. Bro’s night. What the hell would that intel for the two of them? Since you and your mom had a girls day, they decided to make plans of their own, fishing and doing whatever else.
“What are you old farts going to do?”
“Don’t worry about young’n.” Bucky playfully elbowed you with a snicker, heading out the door behind Steve winking back over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
And you weren’t, not really, you just happened to lose track of time watching movie after movie. Your mom had watched a couple with you until she started falling asleep, calling it a night a few hours ago. Just there isn’t much to do with both of them gone, so you sit and watch the bad guys shoot it out with the good guys, wincing at the screen when things get a little too bloody. The story kept your attention for another thirty minutes or so until you hear Steve’s key in the door. Busting into the house holding onto each other with hushed tones and laughter. They gasp in unison when they find you sitting in the living room, trying not to laugh with a frown. They look like a couple of drunk frat bros on campus the way stagger into the room, leaning on each other for support. They would come in drunk just as the movie’s getting good. You might as well forget trying to finish this one. These two are about to act the fool it’s in their glossy blue eyes, their tipsy smiles.
“Mmm…look who’s still up…” Bucky sloppily falls onto the couch, throwing his trunk like legs across your lap with a slinky grin. “Waiting for us baby? Huh?”
Steve shushes him with a silly drunk giggle, swaying side to side as he crosses the living room to sit on the other side of you. “So loud Bucky. Don’t want to wake the missus.” He plops down into the empty seat, covering himself with your blanket.
“No youuu don’t want to wake the missus, or you’ll be in trouble,” he teases with a point of his finger, resting his weary head on your shoulder, “I can’t get in trouble, no matter what I do to her…”
“You’re in fuckin trouble with me,” he grunts with a roll of his eyes, draping his muscular arm behind you.
Bucky busts out laughing, lurching up for Steve to see. “Aww jealous bud? Am I crowding your space? Taking too much of Y/N’s attention?” He feigns a pout then sputters another audacious laugh, burying himself deeper under his skin.
“Nah it’s fine,” he shrugs, “Cuz once you’re gone…” Order will be restored.
You hate to interrupt their pointless bickering but, “Guys, seriously, I’m trying to watch this.” You point to the violence on the screen. They nevermind you.
“Speaking of the missus, shouldn’t you head on upstairs? Let her know her husband’s home alive and well?” Bucky flickers a brow at Steve, waving his fingers away as he gets comfortable under the blanket. Snuggling into your side, burying his itchy beard into your neck, murmuring, “And we can watch a couple of movies alone together…what do you say baby?”
“Bucky chill….” You giggle, pushing his sneaky hand off your thigh with a roll of your eyes, then fluttering them close as he kisses and licks the hull of your jaw.
“I’ll be back.” Steve demands stumbling his way to the stairs with a glare at you and Bucky getting frisky. “For real. Bucky,” he warns, narrowing his eyes, “what did we talk about.”
Scoffing he backs off you, falling back into the cushions with a groan. “Ugh fine. Hurry the fuck up then.”
As Steve tries to walk normally up the stairs, you turn your attention to Bucky sitting back watching the movie with hooded lids. “What did y’all talk about?”
Averting his sights back to you, a wayward smile creeps up his scruffy cheeks. “Steve’s mad cuz I’m not playing nice.”
Pinching your brow you wonder, “Playin nice…the fuck is that supposed to mean…”
Bucky sits up again, caging you to the back of the couch with a dangerous glint. “Well, I get you all day…while Steve may only get you for what, an hour or so after your mom’s passed out?” Bucky hums a chuckle as he faintly brushes his fingers up the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. “Dear ol dad’s upset, says we should be spending some time together…the three of us…” He closes with a flicker of his brows, licking and biting at his lengthening smile. You shake a sly smirk at that smile with a raise of your brow.
“Is that a problem?”
It hasn’t been the three of you since the first night, and as much as you love having them individually, a little two-on-one sounds really fuckin good. Steve and Bucky doin their double team routine made you tingle a bit, recalling their intimate growls in your head. You needed to be caught between their glistening hard bodies again, being tugged and pulled at from all angles. Better not be a problem…
“No baby, not at all…just think it’s funny that’s all. I’m only here for a few days, trying to make up for lost time and he’s in his feelings about it when he fuckin lives with you?” He sighs a chuckle, rolling his fingertips in a circle over your burning skin, dropping his gaze down your front. “He should be so lucky…” Bucky moistens his lips as he leans in a little closer. “…I could come visit you at school you know? Maybe pick you up on the weekends so we can be together? Take you out, go on a trip. Show him…”
You grin up at him, intrigued by the idea of going away with Bucky some weekends instead of coming home to Steve. “Hmm I like the sound of that…”
“Me too hun.” He takes you by the chin with an ice cold knuckle, bringing you in for a kiss. “We’ll have to much fun together…”
Steve’s thundering steps sound down the stairs as he comes rushing into the room, pants-less and still drunkenly grinning. Interrupting his buddy sealing his secret little deal. Bucky gripes with a little growl, dropping his head in defeat.
“Baby girl…” Steve takes you away from him, peering into your humored stare, caressing your face with both big hands. “Missed you all day today.”
“Missed you too Steve,” you laugh to yourself, kissing him ever so lightly, catching a whiff of whisky on his breath. “Did you guys have fun?”
“Of course, but I thought about you every second.” He lands a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Hey me too.” Tired of being left out, Bucky grabs your thigh, your attention. “First day I didn’t get to spend making you moan for hours on end. Couldn’t wait to get back just to touch you like this…” his fingers travel up the blanket, “kiss you right here…” his puckered lips land where they were just a minute or so ago.
“Mmm Bucky…” You fall into his tender wet mouth with a moan, abandoning Steve keeping a hand on your shoulder.
“But I’m the last person to make her cum, so I know she spent the day thinking about my tongue inside her sweet pretty pussy…” He winks overhead, drawing you back into his hard side. Keeping you close Steve rubs a stiff hand over your stomach, inching his fingers beneath the blanket into your panties, softly stroking them back and forth over your pussy. Teasing you ever so slightly, dropping his gasping lips along the shell of your ear to hear how much you turn him on. You wring Bucky’s cool metal fingers, expecting to fist the couch cushion, writhing your hips beneath Steve’s tortuous embrace.
“Oh Steve…shit…”
“Sounds like I’m up next then bud…if you don’t mind…” Bucky nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he slips down off couch, getting down on his knees before you and Steve carefully watching him. Slithering his hands up under the blanket, he uncrosses your legs and spreads them apart, running them up your bare thighs riddled with goosebumps. “Not wearing any pants? Sure you weren’t up waiting for us to come home?” Catching your breath, you grab ahold of Steve’s hairy thigh under the covers, shaking your head no at his question. They just happened to catch you comfortable at home. You didn’t know what time they would be coming back. Honest. Neither of them believed you though.
“Don’t have to lie baby girl,” Steve erotically whispers in your ear, guiding your hand up to his dick bouncing around in his boxers. “We love when you want us back…love when you tempt us…”
Bucky hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of your cotton panties, yanking them off your hips and ass as Steve sloppily kisses down your throat, sneaking a warm hand up underneath your tank top. The tv screen fades out of focus as you close your eyes, losing yourself in Steve’s wet mouth and Bucky’s tender contact along your slit. Volume’s so loud it drowns out your weighted breaths, your sad little whimpers. Steve cups your breast with a throaty groan, sending a sudden shudder down your side squirming into his rippling muscles. Brushing a flat tongue over your flesh squeezing at your squishy muscle. Pawing his veiny dick, you keen between them turning you up, obsessed with the way he throbs in your weak grip. Steve softly hisses, breath hitches as you thumb his sticky head. You gasp out, hearing that catch in his chest, and you clench around his girth, making Steve bark a loud groan.
“Is that the spot baby?” Bucky asks with a slight turn of his chin, noticing how increasingly wet your pussy’s getting as Steve sucks at your neck. Fingers pinch and tug at your erect nipple, pet at your swelling clit and you sink into the cushions. Smiling at you succumbing to them Bucky spreads your sticky folds apart, tracing a lazy finger over them so hot. “Fuck I can’t wait to eat you…”
You glance down at the monster lapping at his drooling pouty lips, toying with your contracting hole. Inching down into the seat, you roll your hips up at him, begging him to come here. “Mmm Bucky…devour me…please…”
“Mmm come here…” Steve turns your desperate pleas towards his parted pink lips, “need to taste you…”
As Steve dives in tongue first, Bucky tosses the blanket over his head, jerking you closer by the hips and you gasp out the moment he laps a couple of long tantalizing licks up and down your exposed pink insides. Your moans are stifled back by Steve’s passionate kisses, tasting all the drinks he had with his bestest pal that’s sucking up all your juices. You fist Steve’s golden locks out of frustration, aggressively riding Bucky’s beard. Both of them using their whole mouths to consume you, you heave and writhe, holding on by the tufts of their hair. Holy hell…you’re drowning, choking on your grunts, sucking down Steve’s tongue. He’s on fire in the palm of your hand, jerking his hips into your grip to get himself off. Bucky runs his tastebuds over every inch of your rippling walls, practically inhaling your wetness he noisily smacks at your messy pussy. Like a man dehydrated, desperate for a drink. You can’t stop shaking, trying to find your breath but it’s lost…gone. Shared between the two swole beasts obsessed with tearing you apart. The noise of the movie drowns out your collection of indecent sounds.
“Fuck. Can’t get enough of this baby girl…can’t get enough of us…” Steve breathlessly murmurs into all your quiet mewling, taking ahold of your awed jaw, “don’t ever want this to end…”
“Me either daddy,” you pout with a broken whine, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes. “Give myself to you…to Bucky…”
Together they hum contented grins, their blood pumping so fast. God they love when you sound so complacent. Makes Steve want to bend you over and fill you up for hours. Make Bucky fuck your throat so you can’t wake your mom. Steve takes your fist around his girth and helps you vigorously stroke his dick, slamming your conjoined hands into his fuzzy hilt.
“Say it again…” He huffs, grunting with each pump.
“Belong to you daddy,” you cry out a quivering moan, being lured to the brink by Bucky’s slithering tongue, “belong to you Bucky.”
Steve’s dick jerks, several drops of his precum seeping in between the lines of your fingers. Your name so pitiful in your ear he can’t stop callin out to you, panting for air, trying to keep his shit together.
“Ugh baby…hearing you say that…makes me wanna cum so fuckin hard…”
Hearing that makes you smirk, makes you cream at Bucky’s swollen lips. “Belong…to you…daddy…love your dick so much…”
“Yeah? Fuck. Fuck baby girl…” He rolls his head back with an exhausted sigh, bucking his hips up into your working wrist. “Belong to you too,” Steve whispers up to the ceiling with a drained shake of his head, feeling his load build up, “belong to that pussy…”
Timing can’t be anymore perfect. Because Bucky’s got your legs trembling, holding them apart, jaw unlatched and anxiously ready to catch the downpour of your bittersweet cum.
“Cum with me Steve.” You implore with a puny yip just as you spit down onto his inflamed head, giving him a nice tug, your floodgates about to burst. “Cum daddy please!”
A sharp gasp flees out of your convulsing chest as you lose all control, coating the seat and Bucky’s beard with your fluid as Steve’s load comes shooting out, flooding over your sore hands still attached to one another. Steve bites back all his groaning as he drops his chin onto your drooped shoulder, deliriously whimpering how much he loved you, how good you make him feel. You’re lazily patting Bucky who’s still cleaning you up with little joyful growls, burying his nose in your essence. He could stay face first in between your thighs for the rest of his days that’s how decadent you taste. Never get enough he was going to hate to leave. Steve brings his jizz coated hand to your dry lips and you open wide, extending your tongue to suck away every last trace of your indecency. Bucky reveals himself a disoriented mess, smiling all big behind his wet hair clinging to his pink skin. The three of you chuckle at how absolutely satiated you all look, sharing warm grins and affectionate touches, relishing in the moment you all just had. Exchanging fluids with Steve, then with Bucky, kissing them both so deep. They both make you feel so adored…fuckin worship you…how could you let either of them go ever…
“Steve?” Your mom’s voice comes from their bedroom door, nearly scaring you half to death but Steve and Bucky aren’t phased, looking at the stairs with scowls. Annoyed they’re being interrupted. “Can you bring me some water?”
“Uh oh…” Bucky sings with an arch of his brow, sputtering a laugh as he triumphantly stands to undo his pants, “better run along bud. Wife’s callin…”
“Ugh fuck.” He rolls his eyes palming his limp dick before he shoves his worn muscles up off the couch. “Still wanna fuck you…”
And you really, really wanted Steve to fuck you too but…
Bucky drops a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Too bad. Looks like you gotta wait til later.” He drops his pants then falls into the sofa, pulling you over into his lap to sit your tired throbbing folds down his length, discreetly moaning out, “Wolfie’s still up…” as your walls swallow him inch by inch.
Steve’s almost a little bitter to hear you moan out his best friend’s name instead of his, but the night’s far from over. He’s going to be balls deep inside you, and he’s going to make Bucky sit out and watch. As Bucky manipulates the rock of your hips, he meets Steve’s side eye with a wink and a breathy moan. Holding back his mocking laughter as he grinds into you shivering all over. Just before he goes into the kitchen, Steve snatches you by the chin and leaves you with a hard, supple kiss. Right in Bucky’s smug face.
“Meet you in your bed in a couple hours baby…”
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itiswormtimebaby · 8 months
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Here’s what I’m thinking about: All the ass Bucky kicked on your behalf growing up. Biker!Bucky x Bug (+brothers best friend Buck, plus sized reader)  Platonic Steve x Reader (He’s her adopted brother)
TW: Bullying, fat shaming, name calling, mentions of blood, violence While dealing primarily with their platonic relationship this is meant to offer some insight into Steve, Bucky, and Bug’s shared past. 
It’s not like he had to go out of his way, he would have, but most of the time he didn’t need to. No, Steve-shit-stirrer-Rogers had that part handled, because if it was your problem it was Steve’s problem, and if it was Steve’s problem it was Bucky’s problem, and Bucky had a lot of problems. Steve couldn’t help being a rather sickly teenager, but Jesus what he lacked in muscle he made up for in mouth, all piss and vinegar as Bucky’s Ma used to say; and as soon as the bullying started that mouth was constantly moving. To his credit Steve never asked for help, never asked for backup, he took his brotherly duty seriously and if that meant getting his ass handed to him five times a day so be it, he’d at least get one good punch in on the way down (occasionally…maybe…sometimes). 
In truth Bucky would have defended you regardless of your relationship to Steve, it’s just how he was raised, but you being his best friend's sweet (if not at times annoying) kid sister served to make it all the more personal. So when Steve stormed off to confront some assholes that had been moo-ing at you in the hallway he may have made sure their heads bounced off their lockers on the way to the floor (a few more times than necessary).  When he found out paint had been “accidentally” spilled all over your art project the asshole with the bucket couldn’t breathe without wincing for a week (neither could Steve who hadn’t bothered waiting on Bucky to start the fight). And when your first “real” boyfriend broke up with you because he liked your personality but not your body (“Maybe we could try again if you lost some weight?”) Bucky didn’t stop until his knuckles were bloody and the fucker was crying as hard as you’d been when you tearfully confsessed to Steve what had you so upset. Granted by that time Steve had built enough muscle mass and spent enough hours in the boxing gym to handle it himself but Bucky insisted Steve stay with you while he handled it. 
He’d spent the night in jail for that stunt, but it was worth it, no one made his Bug cry. Maybe if he’d paid more attention to that, that effortless inclusion of his, he would’ve seen the writing on the wall. Maybe it wouldn’t have taken so damn long for him to realize he loved you (and to say it). 
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buckyalpine · 2 years
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18+ minors dni
College Buck x you (brothers best friend/ Steve’s sister)
Untouched AU: Back with these two babies who are learning so much together Warnings: SMUT (phone sex, m & f masturbation) FLUFFF  Word count: 1.9k
More with these two:
Tongue Twister 
Date Night 
Tipsy 
“Do you have to go?” You pouted, sitting on Bucky’s bed as he packed his bag for a guy’s weekend away at the cottage.
“You’re the one who told me to go y/n” Bucky snorted, recalling you telling him he deserved his guy time and that you’d be fine spending the long weekend at home having some alone time.
“Ugh, I know. I’ll miss you though” You stole a hoodie he packed away, cuddling it to your chest while Bucky packed a few more things, cocking his head seeing his sweater in your arms.
“I was wondering where that went”
“Mine” You hugged it tighter, while he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. Just when he thought he couldn’t be more in love with you.
“Mhm, and you’re mine princess”
A few days later
You huffed, spending the better part of your night wrapped up in Bucky’s hoodie. You had the house to yourself and at first it was great. You’d slept in, done some shopping, gone on walks, gone to the bookstore, grabbed some coffee, watched some movies.
But.
You missed your boyfriend. He’d sent a hundred adorable selfies, pictures with the guys and he called you every night but it wasn’t the same as having him in your arms. Giving you cuddles. Kissing your lips. Sneaking his hands everywhere. Pressing his bare skin against yours. Whispering. Moaning. Fuck.
Your phone ringing broke you away from your thoughts, smiling when you saw your Bucky’s name flash across the screen.
“Hey my babygirl” You felt your skin heat up at the name, no matter how many times he called you that, it still made you feel butterflies. “What you up to?”
“Missing you bub” You sighed, curling up on your bed, your thighs squeezing together hearing his voice.
“I miss you too doll, so much” So much, he’d taking a number of extra “showers”, with his cock in his hand, craving your warmth. He craved every bit of you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you’d cling to him like a koala bear. “Been thinking about you a lot my princess”
His princess. You squealed on the inside, your stomach clenching, slick starting to dampen your panties.
“What are you guys up to tonight?”
“They set up a bon fire by the lake. Came back to grab some stuff, thought I’d call you while I got some time alone…” You could hear the smirk in his voice, his mind wandering.
“Why would you need alone time Buck” You giggled teasingly, but your heart started to race in anticipation.  
“Just missed you so much baby…I miss all of you…” His voice deepened, as he made his way to his room, flopping onto the mattress, sitting up against the bed.
“Exactly how much do you miss me baby?” Your sweet voice wasn’t helping a damn thing, and not a single coherent thought was formulating in his brain, all his blood rushing south.
“Been touching myself everyday sweetheart, thinking about sucking that pretty little clit, stuffing my cock in you” Bucky groaned, slipping his hand down his sweats to palm at his hardening length. He gave his cock a squeeze before pulling his hand out, he’d never felt frustrated like this before.
“Bucky…” You whined out, squeezing your thighs together wasn’t working anymore. You squirmed against the sheets, the hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. You tossed it off before falling back against the pillows, biting your lip, your panties were soaked.
“Babygirl, I want to stroke my cock so bad” He almost sounded in pain, his voice coming out a whimper. He’d never done this before, his muscles tensed, his length straining against his sweats. “I need it y/n”
You whined at his words, slick further drenching your thighs. Your hand gripped onto the sheet,
“Do it baby” Your heart raced further, imaging Bucky stroking his cock, his head thrown back as he worked his length. Your clit was practically screaming, begging for attention when you heard him moan.
“It’s so fucking hard right now princess, sh-shit” His breaths came out in rasps as he tugged at his cock, his fist working in long fast strokes, twisting his wrist when his hand wrapped over the sensitive head. You moaned listening to the way he already sounded so gone; just knowing you could hear him made his balls tighten. He let go of his cock, letting it rest against his stomach, his arousal making a mess all over his abs. He needed more. He needed to hear your sweet moans, he wanted you to feel good with him.
“Baby?”  Bucky whispered, his cheeks blushing. He didn’t want you doing something you were not comfortable with.
“What is it bub” You could sense the hesitation in his voice, itching to ask you something.
“Will-will you touch yourself for me?”
“O-okay” You whimpered, moaning as soon as your fingertips dipped into your arousal, gathering your slick. You rubbed slow circles onto your clit, biting your lip, trying to keep your voice down. Your body felt like live wire, you knew he couldn’t see you but you still felt vulnerable, knowing he could hear you touch yourself.
“Does it feel good baby?” Bucky rasped, stroking his cock again, using his precum as lube. He let his hand trail down to roll his balls in his hand, cupping and squeezing them, arousal dribbling out his cock each time. “Can’t stop thinking about your mouth, miss having your lips and tongue all over me, cocks too sensitive right now baby”
You moaned in response, but he could tell you were holding back, he’d heard your real moans before, and this wasn’t it. You panted, rubbing yourself faster, your high building up quicker than you expected.
“Don’t hold back babygirl, use those pretty fingers on your clit, rub that sweet clit for me baby, just like if I was there”
Your hips nearly lifted off the bed, you could hear the wet slick sounds of him stroking his cock, you could imagine how gorgeous he looked with his cock pulled out of his sweats, pleasuring himself. What you wouldn’t give to take the sensitive head of his cock in your mouth and lick up his arousal, just to hear his soft little whimpers.
And to feel him fill you. You pressed onto your clit harder, fuck you felt empty, you wanted his thick cock inside you so badly.
“I want your cock Bucky” Your hesitation started melting away as you started to chase the warmth that was already starting to build in your belly.
“Tell me more y/n, tell me, how do you want me”
“Want it in my mouth James, want to taste you”
Bucky’s eyes rolled back, moaning loudly, thinking about how you’d look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, while your tongue worked around his cock, swallowing every drop of his precum like such a good girl.
“I-I want you to fuck me, want your cock in me James, fill me-OH FUCK YES” You plunged two fingers into yourself, spreading your thighs apart, your slick drenching the sheets. “Need more, fuck, I want more” You were nearly thrashing on the bed, trying to fuck yourself as fast as you could while Bucky moaned his hand focused on the tip of his cock.
“That’s it princess, think about me fucking you, your fingers are not the same huh? You miss my cock in that tight pussy don’t you baby?”
“Need your cock James! Want it baby, want you to stretch me!” Bucky could hear the squelch of your juices splashing against your fingers, his cock rock hard in his hand, squeezing tightly at the base to keep from cumming.
“C’mon doll, you can do it, fuck yourself faster for me baby, m’squeezing my cock so hard baby, there’s too much fucking cum”  
“I-I-fuckfuck-JamesJamesJAMES” A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin as you sped up your fingers, your vision going white. You could feel your clit throb and pulse as your orgasm crashed over you, your body pulled taught, letting out a silent scream.
“I know you’re home alone baby, you can be as loud as you want, let me hear you doll”
“I’M CUMMING, FUCK JAMES”
“Oh God, scream for me baby, m’gonna cum princess, gonna make such a mess all over myself y/n- AH FUCKKKK” Bucky’s body jolted as cum shot out of the pink tip of his cock, his hand stroking every drop of cum out. It felt endless, spurts of cum bursting from his cock repeatedly, as if he hadn’t felt a proper release for ages.
Your eyes rolled back, hearing his cries, thinking about how delicious your boyfriend would look covered in his cum, thick ropes of his arousal covering his abs and chest.
“Do you wish I was there to clean you up baby” You slurred out as you continued to lazily play with your throbbing clit,
“Fuck yes, please princess, run your tongue all over me baby, you’re such a good girl” Bucky moaned, trailing his hands down to palm his balls, rubbing and caressing them before bringing his hand back to trace over his shaft.
“M’your good girl” You giggled, letting out a yawn, sleep starting to wash over you. You pulled the sheets to over your body, closing your eyes, keeping your phone on the pillow. Bucky chuckled, knowing how tired you always felt after, knowing damn well you were probably curled up in a ball in your bed already half asleep.
“Go to sleep princess, I’ll call you in the morning”
“Goodnight bubba” I love you Bucky you mumbled, keeping the second part to yourself as sweet dreams quickly started to take over. Dreams of him. His eyes. His nose. His smile. The way he’d rock you when you were upset. The way he’d reassure you when you felt scared. The way he’d listen to you ramble. The way he’d hold you when you had cramps. The way he’d carry you. Fuck you loved him.
“Can’t wait to see you soon babygirl” I love you y/n he thought to himself, giving you a kiss through the phone before putting it down. He loved you. And while he wanted to scream it from the rooftops, he didn’t want to blurt it out too soon.
At the bon fire
“That fucker is on the phone with y/n, isn’t he” Sam snorted, waiting for Bucky to come back with marshmallow and a few beers.
“Yup” Steve shook his head, cocking an eyebrow seeing the light turned on in Bucky’s room. “There are no damn beers or marshmallows in there”
Bucky sheepishly made his way back to the lake, avoiding the way Sam and Steve were staring at him with playful narrow eyes.
“What took so long” Tony sasses, wiggling his eyebrows, enjoying Bucky’s flustered face.
“Couldn’t find the stuff” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the group.
“Could be cause you looked in your room” Sam cackled, while Bucky covered his face. “Did you call y/n to ask for help?”
Bucky sat up wide eyes, stuffing a marshmallow into his mouth, refusing to answer. Steve stared at his best friend, noting how dishevelled he looked, as if he’d ran a marathon. Unbelievable. Even on a guy’s weekend. If he could have Bucky temporarily neutered….
“Worse. Than. Rabbits”
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More with these two:
Tongue Twister
Date Night
Tipsy
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holylulusworld · 25 days
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Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.
Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader
Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: a kiss between Steve & Bucky (not reader), mentions of sex (Steve), the reader being a good friend, teasing, banter, friendship
Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and @dawn-petrichor-world​ made me do it…The idea for the kiss came from her too. 😊
Shy guy (3) - Past
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Two years later, age of sixteen…
Your friendship with Bucky wasn’t the same after what happened with John Walker. You pulled away ever so often when Bucky invited other people to his birthday party or movie nights.
It wasn’t unusual for people to invite other people to a party, but it always left a bitter taste on your tongue remembering what happened because Bucky wanted to spend time with John Walker.
You were still friends, and you still felt deeply for Bucky, but Steve turned out to be a better friend. He was less impressed by other people trying to join your little clique. 
Steve was still a heartbreaker, and notorious womanizer, but at the same time, he was the best friend you could wish for.
One call and Steve Rogers stood in front of your door, asking who you wanted him to beat into a pulp.
He didn’t want Bucky and you not to be friends, but at the same time, he enjoyed being your best friend again.
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Movie nights were special to you and your friends. Sadly, you couldn’t join the latest movie night, and this is how Steve and Bucky ended up at Steve’s place, fighting over the movie they wanted to watch. 
“So, any girls you dated lately?” Steve tried to tease his friend. He knew Bucky had never had a date with a girl before. 
“No,” Bucky grunted and glared at Steve. “I’m not a serial lady-killer like you. I’m waiting for the right girl.”
“Did you ever kiss a girl?” Steve pressed on. 
“I won’t tell you,” Bucky sighed, ashamed he still didn’t find the guts to finally ask you on a date.   
“How do you wanna know you are into girls if you never kissed one or asked a girl out?” 
Bucky frowned deeply. “What’s that supposed to mean? The way you treat girls tells me you can’t be into them either. You treat every girl you date like shit.”
“What?” That made Steve rethink his whole dating history. “No…I mean…I’m totally into girls!”
“Are you sure?” Bucky grinned as his friends suddenly looked like a confused puppy. “If you like them so much, why do you always break up with them after one date?”
“Hmm…” Steve nodded. “That’s nonsense! I like girls!”
“How do you wanna know? Maybe you are into guys and don’t even know it!” The brunette argued. If Steve wanted to mess with him for being shy around girls, he’d pay him back.
“How do want me to find out?” Steve bit back. “I’m pretty sure that I like girls.”
“How shall I know?” Bucky muttered.
“Hey, guys!” You almost ripped the door open to scare your friends. “I’m back and made it to movie night!” You stopped in your tracks as your friends looked like you caught them jerking off or something. “Okay, what did you do?”
Both refused to look you in the eyes. You had to annoy them for almost half an hour before they told you about their discussion.
“Easy!” You exclaimed. “I’ll kiss Bucky, and then Bucky will kiss you!” 
They stared at you, wide-eyed and scared. “What?” They both hiccupped. “NO!”
“Oh yeah!” You nodded and already crawled onto Bucky’s lap. If he was too shy to make a move, you’d take matters into your own hands. “Relax, Buck. It’s only a kiss.”
“Only a kiss…right,” he stammered. Bucky didn’t want you to know it would be his first real kiss with a girl. 
“We kissed before, on the mouth,” you cupped his face and brushed your nose against his. “I hope you brushed your teeth.” You teased before going for gold. Bucky gasped when you claimed his lips, gentle yet determined to make him see he only wants to kiss you from now on. “There, you go, Bucky.”
“I—” Steve cleared his throat. “Uh-will you kiss me too, Y/N?”
“Nah, you had your lips on every girl in our school!” You wrinkled your nose. “I won’t kiss you. You’re like a brother to me. That’s odd!”
“And?” Steve asked Bucky. 
“It was…good.” He grumbled and shifted on the couch. “I think I’m into girls.”
“You can’t be sure,” you hopped off his lap and winked at Steve. “Now, kiss him, Stevie. I wanna know if you can do it better! But remember, no tongue!”
“Tongue?” Bucky shrieked when Steve sat next to him. Your friend never was one to back down. You challenged him so he’d kiss Bucky to prove a point.
“Relax, I’m a good kisser,” Steve cupped Bucky’s face, unsure if he should kiss him or wait for Bucky to take the lead. “Fuck it.” 
You giggled when Steve pressed his lips to Bucky’s. They quickly parted and wrinkled their foreheads before wiping their mouths on their shirt.
“That was—” Steve retched. “I don’t want to kiss you again!”
“Same,” Bucky shuddered. “Y/N is a better kisser.”
You grinned at Bucky’s words. Of course, you were a better kisser. You practiced in front of a mirror, imagining it’s Bucky kissing you back.
“I win,” you sat between your friends and chuckled. “So, are you both into girls?”
“YES!” They hastily said. 
The rest of the night was filled with friendly banter, lots of teasing, and stuffing junk food into your mouth.
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Two years later your lives changed again.
The first days at NYU were almost the same as usual. You would spend your time hanging out with Steve, and teasing Bucky after classes, or try to hit it off with the new friends you made. Natasha, Wanda, and Okoye.
Steve and you were still best friends, and Bucky was still too shy to ask you out.
The only difference was you weren’t living at home any longer. You made enough money with your part-time jobs to pay for a small apartment off campus to have some peace and quit once in a while.
“I need to tell you something,” Steve stormed into your small apartment, making you shriek. You gave him a key for emergencies, not to storm into your room when you are chilling on your couch in nothing but your underwear.
“STEVE! We talked about boundaries. I could’ve been naked!”
He shrugged and plopped down on your couch. “I did it!” He grinned from ear to ear. 
“You did what?” You groaned and put the book you tried to read down. “I hope you don’t mean you bought that bike you were talking about!”
“I meant sex, Y/N,” Steve smirked. “Peggy and I made the next step. I know this is sudden, but I think I love her!”
“Whoa!” You jumped off the couch to pace the room. “Steven Grant Rogers!” You looked at him like a strict parent. “I hope you used protecting, young man.”
“Yeah…of course! I’m not stupid, Y/N!”
“Good!” You nodded. “And…uh…I’m so happy you found someone you love, Stevie.” You wrapped your friend in a hug and kissed his cheek. “I hope you were a gentleman too.”
“She kinda took the lead,” he admitted. “I mean…it wasn’t her first time. I wish I was her first, but I wasn’t, and…” Steve nervously babbled. “But I love her, and it’s okay. We can do it for the rest of our lives.”
“Whoa!” You slowly let go of Steve, grabbing his upper arms to get a good look at your friend. “You really are in love!”
“Yeah,” his cheeks turned pink, and it made him look even more adorable. “I am.”
“Yes, it finally happened,” you wrapped your arms around him. “Maybe I can invite the both of you for dinner. I asked Bucky, and the others yesterday. If you want to, you can join us.”
“I’m the last one you ask?” He grunted.
“Babe, you weren’t available. I ended up on voicemail. You should check your messages,” you snickered. “But I get it. Your dick finally got some action, and all your blood ran down your lower half.” 
You patted his back and sighed. If Steve was happy, you’d gladly support him and his blooming relationship. 
Even though, Peggy Carter was the last girl you wanted to be around your friend. She always gave you the stinky eye, and you had no clue why…
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“Dinner is ready,” you clapped your hands and looked around your crowded living room. “We’ve got pasta, salad, and vegetarian pizza. There are more than enough snacks too.”
“Where’s Steve?” Okoye asked. You didn’t hear from Steve for the better of a week, and worried about him. He didn’t call you back, but you assumed he was busy with his girlfriend and his art classes.
“He promised he’d be here. Don’t worry. Stevie likes to run late,” you grinned and popped a grape in your mouth. “Go ahead, have some food!”
You walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind you to call Steve again. It wasn’t that you wanted to be the kind of friend getting on Steve’s nerves, but you missed your friend and worried more than you’d like to admit.
“Still no sign?” Bucky followed you outside and glanced at your phone. “Do…do you want me to drive you to the frat house?"
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just busy with his girlfriend. Peggy is not a big fan of me,” you said and shook your head. 
“Why not?”
Before you could answer, someone walked toward your apartment. It was Steve, looking like someone had kicked him in the guts.
“Stevie?” You ran toward him to wrap him in a hug. “What happened? Is something wrong at the frat house? You can bunker at my place if you want to.”
“It’s not the boys. They are cool,” he sniffled and hid his face in your shoulder. You ran your hand over his head, and down to his shoulder, murmuring soothing words. “She broke things up with me for some other guy. Peggy said she doesn’t love me and that she only wanted to see if I can keep up with my reputation.”
“Oh, Stevie,” you whispered and kissed his cheek. “She’s a stupid bitch and doesn’t deserve my best friend.”
“I liked her so much, and she only wanted me for sex,” he snorted. “Can you imagine, she laughed right in my face when I admitted that she was my first.”
“I’ll kill that bitch,” you wrapped your arms a little tighter around your friend. “Do you want to go for a walk or…”
“Can I have some food? I didn’t eat anything today,” Steve rubbed his face on your shoulder. “You promised pasta and snacks.”
“Sure thing, Stevie.”
Steve spent the evening with you, Bucky, and your new friends. The others went home while Bucky, Steve, and you had a sleepover just like when you were just kids.
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“She’s such a bitch,” you gritted your teeth as you had to watch Peggy be all over John Walker. They made out right in front of your friend, and it made you furious. “I’ll pay her back.”
“Forget it,” Steve shrugged. It was a few weeks later, and he slowly got back on his feet. “I got a date with her cousin, Sharon.” He grinned like the devil. “I heard through the grapevine that Sharon and Peggy hate each other. And Sharon is into kinky shit.”
“Steven Grant Rogers,” you slapped his chest. “You sneaky bastard!”
“What? Sharon always had a thing for me, and now that I did it, I feel confident enough to do her good,“ he smirked. “I bet she’s love sucking my—”
You covered his mouth with your hand. “If you mention your dick, I’ll kick your balls. Just be careful and use protection.” 
“Aw, you’re such a good friend,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek. “Like a mom.”
“Dude don’t call me a mom! I’m not ready to settle down and have kids,” you snapped at Steve. “I worry about you, is all.”
“…and I love you for it,” he pecked your cheek. “Please never change, doll. You are one in a million.”
“Can you tell this to Bucky?” You sighed.
“Y/N, if you want to get your hands on our friend Bucky, you must take matters into your own hands. He’s shy, and if you wait for much longer, some other girl will make a move on him. You don’t want him to end up with someone like Peggy, right?”
“No!” You hastily said. “Hmm…take matters into my hands.” You looked at Peggy shamelessly making out with Walker. “I think you are not wrong, Stevie. I should make a move on Bucky…”
Shy guy (5) - Present
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AN: Here we go, party-people. Here is the third part of my DBF Steve, officially making it a Series by the rules of Jen. This is actually based on the original idea by the lovely @krissy25 which started the whole thing off. It also actually adds some plot, which I was not expecting. It is, however, still absolute filth
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Summary: You have to try and control yourself when your parents and you spend the day helping Steve building his new deck. The evening, however, is a different matter.
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Relationship: DBF Steve x Inexperienced Reader
Word count: 4.3k
CW: AU: No Powers, Age difference (Steve 40s, Reader early 20’s), Soft Dark Steve, Power Imbalance, Secret relationship, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected PIV Sex (reader on BC), Pussy slapping, Breath-play, Under-negotiated kink, Mild Angst, Implied Somnophilia, Implied Cum eating, Steve Rogers Dirty Talk, Bimbo-fication.
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This was going to be torture. You were going to be spending the whole day with Steve, which on the surface, sounded like a dream - you only usually spent snatched moments together. However, your parents were also going to be there this time. 
Your Dad had gleefully announced three days ago that you’d all be spending Saturday at Steve’s house, having a cook-out while he and Steve worked on renovating Steve’s deck. So here you were, in the backseat of your Dad’s car as he drove the couple of miles across town to get there. You’d be so near but so far, and you had no idea how you were going to keep it together, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a week and he was still in possession of your toy-box.
The car lurched as your Dad pulled up outside Steve’s house, braking a little too hard, and you could almost hear his eyes roll as your Mom clicked her tongue at him. As they both got out of the car you put your best game face on and joined them. 
It was a warm day, and determined not to be labelled as a ‘useless woman’ you’d eschewed your normal hot weather wardrobe of a sundress. Instead you’d put on sturdy sneakers, some denim shorts and a baggy sleeveless tee, intending to help out with Steve’s renovations. You hoped that if you were busy, you’d be able to distract yourself from being so close to what you wanted.
That plan went straight out the window almost immediately. The three of you walked up the path, but instead of heading to the front door your Dad veered off toward the gate that went directly into the back yard. He pushed it open, holding it for you and your Mom, and you followed her through it. 
You came to a grinding halt as all thoughts were driven from your head.
Steve had already started working, and he must have been at it for a while because he’d already discarded his shirt and had a sheen of sweat over his body.
Your mouth went dry and you barely noticed the way you pressed your thighs together, your clit already throbbing with arousal. He looked like a god come to life.
Yes, you’d seen him naked more than once, but you’d never seen him like this in the bright light of day, just looking so masculine. Was there a name for this kink? The urge to just lick the sweat from his pecs was almost overwhelming.
“Sweetie? Are you okay?” Your Mom’s voice pulled you back into reality.
“Umm, yeah. I - uuh - just got something in my eye.” You blinked rapidly and rubbed at your right eye to bring credence to your story, but it seemed that your Mom wasn’t fooled. She leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially. 
“He is rather distracting, I’ll grant you.”
“Mom!” You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and looked around to see if either your Dad, or god forbid Steve, had heard. “You can’t say things like that,” you hissed out.
Your Mom just gave you a wink. “Married, not dead, sweetie. Just don’t look at boys your own age like that - they might take it the wrong way and try to take advantage.”
You bit your tongue, desperately hoping she wouldn’t work out your secret just by looking at your face. Luckily you were saved by an unlikely ally when your Dad shouted out for your Mom’s attention as he tried to locate his tool belt. “I’m gonna go and get the cooler from the car,” you shouted, desperate for a few moments alone to compose yourself.
Spending all day with Steve was one thing, but spending it with him when he was topless, his skin kissed by the sun, and with him letting out little grunts of effort that reminded you too much of other noises? Well, you’d be lucky not to just orgasm on the spot and then the game would be up.
You jogged back down Steve’s front path to where your Dad’s car was parked at the curb. You popped the trunk, and were just leaning into it to lift out the cooler full of beer and meat for the cookout when a shadow fell over you.
You whirled around, coming straight into eye contact with the physique you’d just been admiring.
“Hey, Babydoll. You look a little warm. Something got you all flustered?” The way he teased you normally got you going, but given the current situation it just made you cross. You stepped away, needing space to breathe, and looked over at his smirking face. At least he’d thrown his shirt back over his shoulders, but it wasn’t buttoned and his chest was just there. 
“You’ve done this on purpose,” you ground out, trying not to raise your voice and catch your parents’ attention.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” Steve drawled mockingly, as he reached into the trunk and effortlessly picked up the cooler. “I just got a bit overheated while working and needed to strip off. Surely, you can understand that. And anyway, I’m just your Dad’s friend - not your type in any case.”
“Fuck you!” you whispered, full of both anger and arousal. 
Steve stepped back up onto the sidewalk heading back towards his house, but he paused as he passed you, ducking his head to whisper in your ear. “Later, Babydoll. Later. And don’t go touching yourself when you go to the bathroom. I’ll know if you do…”
He walked away, and you gave yourself a few seconds to take in some deep breaths before following him back into his yard. He was already talking to your Mom when you got there, back to being the genial friend of the family.
“Thank you for bringing over the food and agreeing to come help out. I expected it to just be me and Twinkle-toes over there.” He jerked his head in your Dad’s direction, who pouted at the nickname, and your Mom threw back her head and laughed.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Steve. You’re like family. You know we think of you like a brother.”
Steve glanced over at you, and the look you saw in his eyes was in no way ‘uncle-like’. You shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of you had done - things that would probably make your Mom faint and your Dad go apoplectic. 
There was only one way you were going to get through this day, so purposefully ignoring Steve you strode over to where your Dad was looking at the decking planks, a measuring tape in hand and a carpenter’s pencil between his teeth.
“How can I help?” you asked, and got stuck in.
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Your plan worked to a certain extent. At least while you were helping your Dad measure and cut, or helping your Mom prepare the food for the grill. However, everytime you thought you had your equilibrium back on an even keel, Steve seemed to somehow know and would make a point of brushing past you or would stand in your eye line. He’d then tip his head back and drink from his beer, uncaring if any errant drops spilled from his mouth and trickled down his throat and chest. A few times you were tempted to disobey him - go to his bathroom and relieve the tension building in your core. You even wondered if you could sneak off to his bedroom and use his pillow to get yourself off, but you weren’t that brave.
The hours passed by fast despite each minute feeling like an eternity, and it was with a sense of pride that you realised that your assistance had actually been useful - Steve’s deck was almost complete. The railings on one side still needed to be put into place and the protective wood stain needed to be added, but all in all it was a success. 
Now you were all relaxing on loungers, having filled up on burgers, wieners and your Mom’s potato salad, sipping on the remaining beers. 
Your parents and Steve had been talking about local goings-on while you’d been daydreaming when Steve directed a question to you.
“So, d’you think you’ll have the energy to meet up with your girlfriends after all your efforts today?”
For a moment you were confused. You had no plans after this, let alone with any girlfriends, but then a lightbulb came on in your head. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’ve just gotta check if they still wanna go out. They weren’t sure, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it,” you turned to your parents, hoping they found it plausible. Your Dad just waved his hand.
“You’re a grown up now, sweetie. You don’t need to account for your movements to us. We know you’re sensible. And it won’t be too long now before you spread your wings and leave the nest completely - get that job you’ve been dreaming of.”
“Oh,” said Steve with interest. “What job is that?”
“Hasn’t she told you?” Your Mom sat forward in her chair, full of excitement. “She’s got an interview for an internship at Walker Industries. Our baby’s on the up and up.”
“Mom,” you groaned. “It’s not that glamorous. It’s really just glorified data entry.”
“But it’s a big company,” your Mom argued back. “International. And you’re smart and ambitious. You’ll be working your way up in no time.”
Neither her or your Dad seemed to notice how quiet Steve had gone - how his now dark gaze was settled squarely on you -, but you did and you couldn’t work out what it meant. Then, with a smack of his hands on his thighs, Steve stood up.
“Well, it’s been a long day and I really do appreciate the help and the company, but if Little Miss Social Life here has something planned, I’d best let you go.”
Your Dad looked at his watch and gasped, making some comment about time flying, and then you were all caught up in a flurry of activity and goodbyes. Your Dad checked he had all his tools and your Mom made sure she had all her food containers, despite Steve’s insistence he should keep them to wash up and return at another point. Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car heading home.
Twenty minutes after that you were under the shower, washing the sweat and dirt of the day off yourself and trying to ignore how every nerve ending in your body was on fire from the anticipation of what was to come. In another forty minutes, you’d tried on and discarded various different outfits, trying to find just the right one. It was proving difficult because your parents thought you were going out with the girls, so your outfit had to reflect that, but at the same time Steve preferred a certain aesthetic on you - loving you in little sundresses and flirty skirts. However, having emptied most of your meagre wardrobe over your bed and your floor, you finally settled on something that you hoped would work - a hot pink dress with spaghetti straps and skirt that swirled when you moved. You slicked on some light make-up, again trying to strike the balance right, grabbed your purse and jogged down the stairs.
You shouted a hurried ‘good-bye’ to your parents, who were cuddled up on the couch sleepily watching one of their favourite police procedural dramas, and finally made your way out of the door. While walking down the darkening sidewalk, your jacket slung over your arm, you checked your phone. You’d sent Steve an estimate of when you’d be ready and hoped he’d be waiting for you at the end of the block. There was no response to the text you’d sent to the number saved under ‘Janice’, and you started to feel nervous until you turned the corner and saw the vehicle you’d been on the lookout for.
Feeling a bit giddy, you skipped over, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside Steve. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He looked back at you, indulgently, and licked his lips.
“You look like a doll come to life, sweetheart.”
You preened under his praise. “I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smoothing the hot pink fabric over your legs.
“If I was less of a gentleman, I’d have my way with you here and now,” he growled, dramatically.
“And if you were more of a gentleman, I wouldn’t even be here,” you teased back.
“Brat,” he replied with a chuckle and a warning pinch to your thigh. “Behave.”
“Yes, Steve.” You pouted and batted your eyelids, and he chuckled again before putting his car in drive and peeling away from the curb. As he drove, you gave him sideways glances, studying his profile as you hummed to the music on the stereo and tapping your hands on your lap. The streetlights helped to highlight the streaks of grey at his temples, and you longed to run your fingers through it. You just had to be patient, though - it wouldn’t be long until Steve had you spread out on his bed and you’d have the chance to do just that.
Heat started to pool within you, the anticipation making you fidgety, and you let out a sigh of relief when Steve steered the car up his drive and into his garage. As soon as he killed the engine, he was making his way around your side of the car to open the door. He helped you out and then immediately took your face in his large hands, laying a demanding kiss on you. You squeaked briefly in surprise before leaning into it, your hands fisting his shirt for balance. You’d worn higher heels than normal and weren’t used to the change in your centre of gravity. 
Steve smiled against your lips, sliding his hands down your body until he grasped your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up, and dug your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He walked across the garage but didn’t take you through the door into the main house, instead heading out into his backyard. He lowered you slowly, your bodies sliding against each other until your feet hit the new planks.
“Why are we out here, Steve? We spent all day on this damn thing.”
He smiled at you in the moonlight. “Exactly, Babydoll. You helped me build it, so now you have to help me christian it.”
You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed, and then realisation hit. “Oh!”
Steve pulled you back into his embrace. “Oh, indeed,” he said, and then he lowered his mouth to yours again, demanding entrance and acting as though he was going to devour you. You gave back as good as you got, feeling desperate for his touch. “Today was so hard,” he muttered against your lips. “Every time you bent over in those shorts, fuck. There were moments where I almost didn’t care that your parents were here. I wanted to rip them from you and take you right here.”
“‘Wasn’t any easier for me,” you murmured back. “My Mom saw me staring at you - I think she thinks I’ve got a crush on you. Warned me not to look at boys my age the way I look at you.”
“As if you’d dare,” came the jesting reply.
Steve’s hand skimmed down your side until it reached the hem of your dress. It made its way under, his palm sliding over your thigh working its way up to your hip where it stopped, and he pulled back from your kiss.
“Sweetheart, have you come out without any panties on?”
You peered up at him, coyly from under your lashes. “Maybe…” It was your turn to smirk.
“Fuck,” he barked and then dropped straight to his knees, his hands throwing up your skirt so he could grasp your naked ass and pull you onto his face. His tongue found its way, unerring, between your folds and straight to your clit, giving you no time to prepare yourself.
“Steve!” you screeched before biting down on your lip, and grabbing hold of his head as you tottered on your heels. “Oh god!”
He was like a man possessed, slurping lewdly at your sex and alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your spasming cunt. It was a vicious onslaught of pleasure that left you dizzy and out of breath. When he pressed two of his fingers inside of you without warning, you had to let go of him with one hand so you could bite down on the base of your thumb to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “Give it to me, Babydoll. I need you to make a mess.”
He stroked that special spot inside of you without pause, and sucked on your clit as your legs shook. There was a heavy feeling inside your core, like the building of an orgasm but different, as he kept up his pleasurable torture.
“Steve!” You gasped. “I…I’m gonna…what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer, just kept up what he was doing, driving you closer to the brink and also towards something unknown. When you came, it was with a massive release of pressure. Your body jerked in his hold, your eyes rolled up and you felt a wet flood between your legs. You heard Steve moan into your cunt, and then you heard the patter of liquid onto the wood between your feet. You felt like you were flying and sinking at the same time.
“What the fuck?” You slurred as Steve slowly rose back to his feet.
“You squirted, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.”
“I what?” You squeaked, unbelieving. “But isn’t that…” A feeling of shame started to wash over you, but Steve interrupted it, pressing one of his fingers to your lips.
“Yes, but also no. Don’t think too much about it, honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of - it’s natural. Just means you were really turned on, and let me tell you, it’s quite the ego boost to do that to you. Made me even harder.”
His eyes narrowed and he took hold of your hand, so much smaller than his and placed it over the bulge in his jeans.
“It’s gonna make it a lot easier for me to slip inside that tight pussy of yours too. She’s so wet, ‘m gonna just slide right in. And fuck, it’s gonna make some beautiful sounds. Would you like that, Babydoll? Want me to stuff this fat cock into your hungry cunt? See if I can make you squirt again?”
His words hypnotised you and you groped at his cock, staring up at him with your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed with lust. Fuck, you could feel your cum running down your bare thighs. “Please,” you begged, your tone husky and full of need.
As if you were a rag doll, Steve steered you backwards until your back hit one of the completed portions of railing. He spun you to face it and then plastered himself against your back. The heat of him burned through your dress, and his breath tickled your ear. “I’m gonna take you right here and you’re gonna be good for me and take it. You’re gonna be quiet too - we don’t want Mrs Kennedy next door coming out to find out what’s going on.”
You heard the metallic snick of his fly being lowered and your eyes fluttered closed. Steve’s foot tapped yours and you widened your stance, taking hold of the railing for stability. Slowly, he pulled your skirt up above your hips and his cock nudged against your naked ass. Steve placed his left hand, fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you right where he wanted you as he guided his cock to the entrance of your cunt and then pressed in with one hard thrust.
You choked back your cry, your fingers tightening their grip on the wood in front of you.
“Good girl,” Steve praised, and he started to fuck into you with long, firm strokes. “Such a perfect little dolly, just for me.”
His right hand came up to the straps of your dress and bra, lowering them down your arms so he could free your breasts. The cool evening air blew across you, making your nipples peak, and you moaned low in your throat as Steve rolled each of them in turn, plucking and pulling at them in a way that was both painful and oh-so-good.
He fucked you languidly, building you up slowly. His left hand moved down and he drew lazy circles over your clit - enough to have you whimpering with need, but not enough to bring you to orgasm.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this - slow and deep - until you feel like you’re gonna burst. I want you to come on me and fucking soak my cock like you did my hand. I want your cum to splatter all over this fucking deck. I want you to feel so much pleasure that you never want to look at another man.”
Your mind was hazy with lust, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Don’t want anyone but you, Steve. Make me feel so good.”
A small change in the angle of Steve’s thrusts had his cock rubbing over your g-spot the same way his fingers had earlier. The feeling of your orgasm building still felt strange, but at least you knew what to expect. You just didn’t know how you were going to stay silent, though.
He cruelly twisted one of your nipples just as he thrust forward and reedy warble left your throat. Steve responded by slapping your clit, and even as the sharp pain registered you heard the wet squelch as he did so, your squirt already starting to seep out of you as he continued his assault on your cunt.
“I said to stay quiet,” he hissed.
The pressure inside you was rising once more, and you knew you were close. “I don’t think I can,” you whined, and your body convulsed as he fucked into you. “I’m so close. Please, Steve. I… I…”
“Aawww, does my Babydoll need help?”
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to comprehend how he was going to do it. 
Steve took his left hand from your clit and trailed the back of his knuckles up your side, then settled it around the base of your throat. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled in your ear.
“Yes,” was your whispered response. You trusted him with your life.
“Then take over touching that pretty clit for me and just relax.”
You let go of the railing with your right hand and did as he asked, feeling how soaked you were as you started to play with your clit. As you started to crest higher, unable to hold back little pleasures squeaks, Steve resettled his left hand on your throat and began to lightly squeeze. Your noises stopped as your airway was constricted. Everything within you was concentrated on the feeling building in your cunt, and as black spots began to form in front of your eyes, your body began to tremble.
When Steve let go of your neck, your orgasm exploded out of you. His hand immediately clapped over your mouth, leaving you to breathe out your scream through your nose as you jerked on his cock like a puppet on a string. The gush of liquid that erupted from your cunt flooded over your hand and onto the deck like a waterfall.
“Fucking god,” Steve exclaimed, the movement of his hips finally speeding up as he chased his own release inside your spasming channel, adding his own cum to the sticky mess leaking from you. 
You collapsed against him, unsure how you were even still upright after that. Another whimper left you as Steve pulled himself from your body, but he immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside, walked up the stairs, and placed your exhausted body on his bed. When he didn’t immediately lie down next to you, you blinked your eyes open. “Steve?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” he assured, and you watched as he pushed down his jeans and briefs. Your eyes widened when you realised they were sodden.
“Oh my god! Did I do that?”
Steve grinned as he climbed naked onto the bed and crawled over you. “You did and don’t you dare apologise. Whenever I wear them from now on I’ll think of you and how fucking sexy you are. Now you rest for a bit. I have more plans for you, and I need to make sure you get home at a plausible time.”
You pouted as you took in his words. This was the thing you really hated about your relationship - if you could call it that -, you couldn’t just curl up next to him and stay the night the way you wanted to. Would you ever be able to be open about your relationship, or was it doomed from the start?
However, your body was totally wrung out from Steve’s ministrations, and it wasn’t long until you fell into a doze, your body pressed up against his.
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Steve looked down at you as you took your rest. You looked so innocent - so young - as you slept. He shouldn’t want you this much, but he did, even if he’d go to hell for it. He’d burn the world for you. 
When your mother had announced you were hoping to work for Walker Inc, it had taken all of his self control not to stand up and forbid it. Who was he to do so? Besides, it wasn’t your fault that Walker was a grade A ass-hole. 
Steve had no doubt that you’d ace the interview, so he’d just have to hope that the CEO didn’t notice you. If he did, the sleazeball would have no qualms about trying to take advantage of you. A little voice inside his head pointed out that he’d already done just that. He batted it aside. The difference was that he cared for you. Walker cared about nothing but himself.
You let out a sleepy little noise as you snuggled into his side and he turned back to you. He’d give you another half an hour, and then he was planning to feast on your messy pussy. That should wake you up with a smile. Then he’d watch you bounce on his cock, like the little dolly you were.
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Peter: Fuck, I want to die
Steve: Language!
Peter glaring straight at Steve: Frickity heck, I wish for death
Bucky and Y/n: *laugh so hard they fall off the couch*
Steve: That's not better Peter!
Peter: I WISH FOR DEATH!!!!!
Bucky and Y/n: Same
Steve: Bucky and Y/n, no!
Bucky and Y/n: Bucky and Y/n yes!
Steve: Jesus christ
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fatecantstopme · 2 years
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Fic Masterlist
Here's my fanfiction Masterlist! Read all warnings for each fic please.
Buy Me a Coffee 💜
🥵 = Smut
😬 = Angst
🥰 = Fluff
The Sandman
Morpheus Am I Dreaming? (🥵🥰😬) Let Me Remind You (🥵🥰😬) My Hope (🥰😬) Endless Rapture (🥵😬) Dream's Desire (🥵🥰😬) Need (🥵🥰)
Marvel
Bucky Barnes Unrequited Love (🥵) Give Me What I Want (🥵) How Could I Not? (🥵🥰😬) The Birthday (🥵) If Only (😬🥵) I've Made Mistakes (🥵😬🥰) One More (🥵) Hello Gorgeous (🥵😬) We Were Never Just Friends (🥵😬🥰) I Thought It Was Gonna Be Me (🥵😬🥰) Turning Tables (🥵) Life Finds a Way (😬🥰) Not Afraid to Love You (😬🥵) Love Marks (🥵🥰) I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight? (🥵😬) Why Wait? (🥵😬) Your Past Is Not Our Future (🥵😬) Before I Knew What Love Was (🥵🥰😬) The Wink (🥵) From Past to Future (🥵😬) DBF!Bucky Series: Aged to Perfection (🥵) My Forever (🥵🥰😬)
BBF!Bucky Series: Save Me From Myself (🥰😬) I've Got You (🥰😬) My Whole Heart (🥵)
Steve Rogers Bring Me Back to Life (🥵😬) Thor Goddess of Thunder (🥵)
Supernatural
Dean Winchester She's My Siren (🥵🥰) This Isn't Real (🥵😬🥰) Not Yours to Take (😬🥰) Spell Bound (🥵🥰) Changed (🥵😬🥰) Truth Serum (🥵🥰) Take Your Time (😬🥰) What I'd Give (🥵😬🥰) Unattached Drifter Christmas (🥵🥰) Not Good Enough (🥵😬🥰) My Past, My Present, My Future (🥵😬🥰)
TVD/The Originals
Elijah Mikaelson The Original and The Anthropologist (🥵😬🥰) All My Life (🥰😬)
Riverdale
FP Jones The Serpent Queen (🥵) Remember Me Series Part One Part Two
NCIS
Jethro Gibbs Can't Wait (🥰)
Law and Order: SVU
Elliot Stabler If I Had to Choose...I'd Choose You (🥵😬🥰) The Connection (🥵😬🥰) That's Not What I See (🥵🥰) Love is Never Easy (🥵😬🥰)
Rafael Barba Still Perfect (🥵😬🥰) Better Together (🥵😬🥰)
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner Undercover (🥵😬🥰) Never Do That Again (🥵😬🥰) I Can't Lose You Series Part One (😬🥰) Part Two (😬) Part Three (😬🥰) Part Four (🥵😬🥰) Part Five (Coming Soon!)
Luke Alvez Don't Take The Girl (🥵😬🥰)
RPF
Henry Cavill Just You Wait (🥵🥰) My Favorite Cardio (🥵)
Chris Evans Fake It Til You Make it (🥵😬🥰) If I Love You Too Much, I'm Sorry (🥵🥰)
Buy Me a Coffee 💜
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Honey Girl. The Masterlist.
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Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.
Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?
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Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
The Playlist.
The Moodboard.
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veltana · 1 year
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Divergent Mafia AU - Steve/Reader
This is like a divergent, extra thing I needed to get out when I wrote Bucky's break-up.
Steve and Reader are laying in bed, listening to Bucky have sex and help each other out.
NSFW-ish. Grinding.
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"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. "Drugs?" you ask. "Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?" "Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest. "I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time." "If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide. "Tempted to go for a ride?" you hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking.
You shrug but you would be lying if you told Steve that you weren't curious. Not only did the women sound pleased but Bucky’s sounds could be heard through the walls too and his deep voice moaning out how fucking good it felt had you tempted to touch yourself while listening to them.
When you don't answer Steve rolls on top of you, resting his hands beside your head, his thighs pressing your legs wide, clearly displaying the hard cock in his gray sweatpants. With your lower lip between your teeth, you lift your hips to meet his and when he moves against you, quiet moans come from both of you.
You stare at each other as he ruts against you and all you want to do is pull off your pajamas, yank down his pants, guide him into you, and let him fuck you until you're screaming louder than Bucky’s girl. But instead, you wrap your legs around his hips and press harder against him, bowing your back, trying to find the best angle. There are no kisses, this isn't that kind of thing, this is just two friends helping each other out with a common problem.
Steve drops his head, his arms shaking a little, he's probably close but so are you. Almost a week of imaging Bucky fucking and listening to every sound has got you on edge.
"Yes, Steve!" you hiss as color explodes behind your eyes and a familiar feeling flushes your body. Steve shudders out a moan and the front of his pants turns a darker shade of gray. Then he's laying next to you again, both of you breathing heavily.
"We should talk to him," you yawn when you hear the front door slam shut.
"I need to sleep," Steve says and reaches for you. Hugging you close before you both fall asleep.
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letsgolandoo · 5 months
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reader pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: The Avengers lost Steve and Tony. Y/N Stark gets hit with the depression the hardest and Bucky tries his best to make her smile.
warnings: swearing
James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes was tired of seeing his best friend, Y/N Stark, moping around the Avengers compound 24/7. She would have a maximum of three hours of sleep a night and would then say nothing and do nothing for the rest of the day.
He knew losing someone was hard, he did. He lost his best friend of seventy plus years, Steve Rogers, a day prior, the day after Y/N lost her father, a worldwide hero, Tony Stark.
However, in theory, Steve hadn't died, like Tony had. He had just gone back in time, to the 40s, and he was an old man in the current time period. There was no reason to believe that Steve was dead. And Bucky understood why he did what he did, even though he didn't at first. He was upset, of course, that he wouldn't see his best friend again. He'd lost Steve enough and this time was permanent. But he wasn't mourning him, like Y/N was with her father.
Bucky wasn't at all surprised by Y/N's reaction to her father's death - screaming, crying, isolating herself, feeling numb and alone - but he hated how much it was affecting her mental health. So, he decided he was going to cheer her up. He didn't know how, but he was going to make it his mission to make her smile.
First, he took her shopping. He held her hand as they walked in and out of clothing stores, but he soon gave up with it because she wasn't even looking for things she wanted, instead pointing at random things to stop Bucky from telling her to find something she liked. The last thing she pointed at was a pair of men's boxers, and that was what made Bucky throw his hands in the air and march them out of the store.
Next, he took her to her favourite cafè and ordered her an oreo milkshake and a frapuccino because he couldn't remember for the life of him which was her current favourite. She had thanked him, very quietly, but it was a small victory from the complete silence he'd received the day before.
He then took her back to the compound and made her his homemade macaroni cheese with extra cheese, not the cheap crap he usually bought from the store when he couldn't be bothered to cook. Her eyes brightened when she saw her favourite meal, but there still wasn't a smile. She headed straight up to her room after and rolled herself up in her blankets like a burrito.
Bucky knew there was no other way. It was his last chance. So, he picked Y/N the Burrito up and carried her into the elevator, holding her in his arms as she wriggled helplessly. After reaching the right floor, he continued his journey with her in his arms to the couch and threw her down on it.
He pressed 'OK' on the TV remote and the first Top Gun began to play. It was her favourite movie and had been what inspired her childhood dream career to be a pilot. Still no smile.
However, when he paused to see her reaction to the movie, she threw out a leg and kicked him, right in the crotch. Accidentally, of course. She looked shocked as soon as she did it.
"Fuckin' hell, Y/N/N," he groaned, doubled over, yet he was laughing. And so was she.
His mission was complete.
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fineanddandy · 1 year
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G’Mornin’…
Late Night Creeps
Not a Word
Summary: In the wee small hours of the morning, Steve decides to air out his…frustrations…draw some boundaries…but they might be fallin on deaf ears…
Warnings: somnophilia, cuckolding, smut, graphic language, stepdad/stepdaughter relations, consensual sex, age gap, male masturbation, unprotected sex, 18+
A/N: mmm so I was going through one of my particular porn phases a few weeks ago, and that’s how the idea struck for this mess lol I HAD TO DO IT! Ugh god it’s tackling a few of my kinks…and Bucky’s such a bastard lol you’re welcome. I edited and rewrote a lot for this one hope it hits just right 😏
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Moon shines bright and high through your curtains, the house so eerily quiet, and you can’t sleep. Eyes winced shut, your nerves are on ten, listening for any sign of Steve. You just about expect him; This is the hour he comes creepin up in here…but nothing…yet. Bucky had purposely passed out a while ago, as if sharing the bed with you would deter your stepdad from doing anything. And you had told him that as he got comfortable, pulling the bedding up to his neck and you into his sweaty muscles. Begged him to go, just in case your mom walked in—but Bucky didn’t care for your weak ass excuse.
“Stop trying to kick me out,” he shushed, stroking a sweet but possessive hand down your spine, “get some sleep…”
He didn’t mean that, almost laughed as he shut his eyes, because he knew…any minute now…that door would softly click open. So you kept your eyes closed, and listened, waiting for the minute you overthink yourself into slumber. Bucky kept ahold of your hand, fingers clutched and near his small beats of breath. His peaceful snores were becoming a comfort to you. Nothing like witnessing him zonk out from sucking the soul from his fit spasming body. Working on leaving a lasting impression before he has to go, he gave you every last bit of himself tonight. And it left you a little achy, and sensitive to the touch. So you were hoping Steve wouldn’t be coming in here doing too much. Focusing on your pain and Bucky’s sleepy sighs, you give slipping into your subconscious another try because no telling when you’ll feel his set of hands on your waist.
The stairs creek under Steve’s heavy foot. In front of the glow of the muted tv, the made up couch is empty. He glares up the stairs as he turns his chin back over his shoulder, as if you or Bucky could feel his annoyance. He would be trying to cock block him, Steve shakes his head as he treads lightly back up the stairs to your room. Why was he even surprised. Maybe Bucky wanted a front row seat to him getting you off, because he wasn’t going stop him from making you cum all over his dick. He’d been meaning to make him sit and watch anyway. Knowing his best friend though, he’d probably get a kick out of Steve fucking your brains out. The doorknob gently clicks and the door barely creaks as he carefully pushes it open, envisioning Bucky waking up to the mattress rocking with a skeezy smirk. Steve throbs in his thin pajama pants as he steps into the room, shutting the three of you in the moonlight. His heart races so fast it damn near hurts; no matter how many nights he’s snuck into your room, the thrill of taking you while you slept never ceased to make him rock hard.
Tip toes cross your floor, stepping over your discarded shirt and Bucky’s pants, and he pets his dick swelling thicker the closer he approaches your backside. The sight of Bucky holding onto you like that damn near made him chuckle in sick delight. Oh bud…he sighs, pinching the sheet over your shoulder, how you feel doesn’t mean a damn thing to me…Steve licks his grinning lips as he exposes your naked body. The cool air from your ceiling fan sends a slight chill down the curve of your side, causing you to stir a little into your pillow. How pretty you looked lying there, pussy dying for him to split her open. The first time…you got so slippery wet Steve knew he unlocked something magical inside you, something he didn’t know you’d love so much. The needy moan that fell from your dry parted lips when you woke up…stuck in his memory for the rest of his fuckin life. A hard exhale flares his nostrils as he hears it back, reaching his paired fingertips down the crack of your ass. He stuffs his other hand into his pants, and moans with a tight jaw as he tugs down on his length. Shit you’re damp to the touch already, as if your sweet little pussy could sense his presence. Folds so hot he whines behind his bitten bottom lip, shimmy his pants down his chiseled thighs. Fuckin Christ he can’t wait to feel your creamy juices ooze down his taut blistered skin. Fuck you for making him so crazy, for making it so easy to own you. Steve was so addicted to you it was becoming a problem, and Bucky triggering his jealousy this week was definitely not helping.
The second you felt the ruffle of your sheets collecting around your knees, your folds tingle and warm to life. Steve’s sticky tip circles your entrance causing you to huff a sigh, shuffle your legs, bury your cheek into the pillow. His weight’s familiar; Steve teases your clit and slit enough until your folds get juicy, poking and prodding with tiny thrusts, and eager grunts. There go your little sleepy moans, your body slowly coming to life the further he reaches between your rippled walls. Before you could really come out of your sleep, Steve’s picking up the pace, fisting your ass cheek. You gasp out, forcing your sleepy eyes wide open, coming face to face with Bucky still sleeping like an angel.
“Mmm,” Steve purrs, playing with your throbbing clit, “g’mornin baby girl…”
You choke on a broken whimper, pressing your lips together so you won’t wake Bucky. “Steve…” you whisper with a quiver, “fuck—morning daddy…”
Grunting a crooked smirk, he grabs ahold of your hip, rocking you back and forth near the edge of your bed. That’s how he likes to be greeted when he fucks you out of your sleep. With gratitude, with pleasantries. Your little drowsy broken whimpers are the best part of waking up.
“Shit…so wild how perfect you feel…even after being used by Bucky,” he cocks his head to the side for a better angle of his dick pumping you, sighing, “fuckin feel like home baby…don’t care what he does to you…you’re my home.”
Involuntarily you flinch a tight squeeze around Bucky’s knuckles, suppressing a squeal behind Steve’s raspy confession. Fuckin you hard enough your bed shakes beneath you two. He flickers a frown, but he never stirs. You anticipate the moment his curly lashes flutter open, and those cool smokey eyes look into yours in despair. Bucky’ll be beside himself. You swear you see a faint grin twitching at his lips.
“Does he make you feel as good as me?” Steve groans to himself, not necessarily looking for an answer but you shake your head no in your pillow. “Do you want him more than me baby girl? Huh? Tired of fuckin your stepdad?”
You shove your cries into the fluff and furiously shake your head some more. “Oh god no Steve!” You damn near shout, abandoning Bucky’s hold to fist your pillow for dear life as you beg. “No never!”
Your muffled shrills make his dick contract as he fills you up to the brim, popping you on the ass just to make you shout louder. Hoping the mighty slap will be enough to stir Bucky but he doesn’t jump or anything.
“Oh baby girl…once he’s gone…” Steve mockingly tsks with a sinister grin, reaching around to roughly pinch and pull your nipple. Your legs begin to squirm as you try to keep it together, suffocating yourself. “He wasn’t even supposed to have you in the first place…if it wasn’t for me, he’d never have a chance…”
Your noisy grunts are buried into your fat pillow, crying out each time he nudges your spot. So much for hoping…Steve was putting in all sorts of work on your pussy, hardly letting up. Not the way you wanted to wake Bucky but clearly, Steve was determined. Out to prove his point. He was just about tired of his best friend casually making himself at home. His fuckin home. Never once did he consult with him on his intentions of coming here. Permission wasn’t one of Bucky’s strong suits. But why should he have to ask when Steve so graciously opened the door to you? And it wasn’t like Steve didn’t want to share you, it’s just…Bucky’s easily coming out on top. Has more…liberties with you than he does. The sneaking around can only last for so long. Steve has an expiration date. And knowing his buddy, he’s got something up his sleeve to secure his spot. Steve can easily get the boot…he’s got obligations…
Quite frankly, that realization pisses Steve the fuck off. So much so, he takes it out on you, slapping your ass so hard with his giant hand you nearly jump into Bucky with a surprised shriek. Biting down on your bottom lip you swear you taste blood. Don’t wake Bucky…but that frustrated slap did what Steve’s been seeking out to do. With a long groan he shifts between the sheets, searching for your balled up fist.
“Fuckin hell Steve…” Bucky mumbles as he turns over, draping his tired arm across his sleepy eyes, “does it always have to be a competition with you…” A sudden big yawn breaks his complaint as he shakes his head into his pillow. “Didn’t think you’d be so fuckin insecure bud…”
Lifting his forearm just a little for a peek, he grins up at Steve glowering back at him. Bucky smacks his lips with a laugh, turning over to look you in your weepy eyes. He shoots you a sleepy half smile as he pinches your trembling chin.
Steve eases his stroke as he bites, “No one’s insecure.”
Scoffing to himself with a roll of his pretty eyes Bucky caresses your cheek. “Says the man trying to cuck me right now.” He muses returning to his back, resting his long flowy hair on his folded hands. “This is what you wanted right? For me to watch you make her cock drunk or whatever?”
Steve quietly gazes at him teasing him for a bit before he nods. “Since you wanna be a dick.”
Shrugging he flat out asks, “who says I’m being a dick? Just wanted to spend time with our girl. Said we can share her right?” Steve hardens his glare and Bucky sputters a chuckle, shrugs again. “What’s yours is mine…since we’re brothers…what you said…”
If Steve wasn’t so focused on your weak whimpers, your clenched channel, he would have rolled his eyes. He’s so fuckin annoying, really been pushing his luck the past few days. Steve was over it.
“You know what you’ve been up to Buck…rubbing all your exploits in my face. The pics, the graphic texts…”
He huffs a little laugh with a lift of his brow, settling his chiseled shoulders into the bed. “Aww c’mon punk…thought you would like that…” Bucky nibbles his smirk with a wink, allowing his sultry gaze to fall down Steve’s heaving hairy chest and rolling abs. “Thought it would turn you on…seeing our girl turn into such a pretty mindless slut for your favorite…” As his eyes continue to fall, his hips squirm against the sheets with a fragile moan, “I know it’s turning me on. Isn’t that what you want?”
Bucky boldly pushes the tented sheet off his bobbing dick, presenting himself sticky and rigid for you and Steve to behold. Dick looked so good you almost reach out to touch but you know that would only piss Steve off even more. He’s already clawing your side he’s so frustrated with Bucky playing cute, when he should be the one bothered. Steve smacks his lips with a lift of his chin.
“You’re so fuckin ridiculous…”
Bucky wraps his metal fingers around his girth with a purr, stroking himself for your viewing pleasure. You gulp nothing down your solid throat and he hums a twisted grin; he can see how desperately you wanted him back in your throat. His cock throbs in his shiny fist and you swallow a needy whine as Bucky inches closer, huffing pained groans, carefully pumping himself. All for you. If he has to sit through this level of torture, then so do you.
“That makes two of us bud,” He sighs, hips jerking off the bed. His soft hisses and moans fill the room, intermingling with your pitiful groans, Steve’s irritated grunts. Bucky closes his eyes for a minute, then blinks them open, darkly grinning up at his friend, and grumbles, “If you’re gonna fuck her for me…don’t be a fuckin pussy about it…punk.”
Those few heated words, in that familiar demented Winter Soldier tone, somehow lit a fire in Steve. Like Bucky just activated some super cheat code that only he had access to. Before anything could register, he had you by the thighs, dragging you gasping out in shock down to the foot of the bed before he flips you onto your stomach, slapping up your ass and thighs until your shaky hands and knees are firm into mattress. And once you’re in position, Steve’s tracing his dripping tip up and down your fluttering folds, spitting over your contracting entrance with a little smirk. Bucky rests his broad shoulders up on your headboard, dick still in hand and coy grin across his bearded cheeks. Loving that he could so easily push his bestie’s button. If he was going to cuck him, oh he better fuckin cuck him. Always gotta be the bigger man when he could give a fuck less. Especially when it comes to you. But if this is what he needs to feel like he’s still on top, then he’ll be a good friend, fall in place. Maybe he’s been a little dickish…but he was a little envious. Been months since he’s admired your pretty face, inhaled your essence. You look fuckin perfect in your place like that, panting at Bucky with that pathetic frown as Steve teases your needy pussy. Locking in with you faintly sighing, he brings his soiled fingertips to his wet lips, humming a small moan as he spits on them. Your shoulders sink with an inaudible sob. Then, completely out of nowhere, Steve fists the back of your hair and shoves you face first into the messy sheets. You don’t get to connect with Bucky. Biting down on his lip Steve shoves his cock deep inside you, bouncing your folded hips off his pelvis.
“Yeeeaaah there you go bud,” he cheers on with a nod, “Give me a fuckin show.”
You can barely think straight with him manhandling you like he didn’t care your mom was just down the hall. All he cared about was showing out for Bucky getting off with this taunting smirk that seemed to be all he needed to push Steve to act dumber. His thick fingers back clawed at your sides he slams you into his working hips, using your creamy pussy like his own device. Steve moan and groans your name out to the air.
“Wanna see her eyes cross all dumb?” He asks with a breathy laugh, slithering a massive hand down your pussy. You choke on a sharp gasp once Steve presses down on your fat clit.
Bucky moans in glee, “Y’know I fuckin do…”
Steve hums a smirk, clawing your scalp as he grinds into your fluttering folds, presenting you going a little dumb under his touch. He shouldn’t let Bucky be in his head like this, a little unsurprised how this isn kinda backfiring but, fuuuck, this is so fuckin hot. And you seemed to be just as into it, hot soaked walls contracting all around him. So wet you’re dripping all over the bed. Bucky may be talking to Steve, but he’s intently staring at you.
“Make her drool Steve…fuckin break her…” He beams a long curvy smile at you gaping at him with big blown eyes.
“Bucky—stop—” you weakly plea amidst your uncontrollable whimpering.
“Mmm…she isn’t supposed to be talkin Steve…” he sighs disapprovingly with a devilish grin, “do better punk. She shouldn’t be able to mutter a fuckin word…”
He shoves your weepy eyes back into the sheets, weighing his thrusts into your swollen pussy lips.“Do you need Bucky’s dick in your mouth baby girl? Huh?” Steve growls, pushing down on the back of your head. “Or maybe I just need to fuck you through this mattress…”
The claps of your ass to his redden thighs are so boisterous you swore your mom was going to come in any minute. And you do your best to keep all your yelping and cursing down to a minimum but fuckin Steve…he was making you absolutely miserable with the flow of his stroke. Growling with every thrust, huffing and whining your name. Pressing his hand in the dip of your lower back, scratching your burning scalp. Accompanied by his buddy damn near fuckin himself in your face, calling out to you with each buck of his sculpted hips, acting out because he knows it’s driving you crazier. You want him to cum on your face, he already knows, softly nodding with a bite of his evil little smile. God that smile makes you so wet. God you want Bucky so fuckin bad…
“You don’t get Bucky.” Steve reminds you with a mean pop to your swollen folds. “Not now baby, nah…my fuckin pussy.”
“Show me why it’s yours.” Bucky sighs in that sick Winter Soldier tone that makes you shiver in delight. “Make me jealous…”
Yanking you up by the front of your throat, Steve holds you flush to his sweaty chest, forcing you to look down at Bucky. Your knees tremble on the edge of the bed, and you nearly let out a sharp yip but Steve promptly covers your mouth. He hits you so deep you go limp in his strong hold.
“Who’s your daddy huh?” Steve breathlessly whispers against your enflamed ear. “Who baby girl…”
He drops his grip back around your constricted throat to allow you to choke, “You’re my daddy fuck.”
“And?” He challenges with a tightening grip. Better come correct…
You gulp with a harsh shudder, “You—you fuck me better.” Lying to Bucky ready to bust. He notices in your breath you’re ready to cum. And he’s going to cum with you. Nothing Steve can do about that.
Bucky smiles at Steve. “She’s good.”
And he smiles back as he kisses you up, choking you harder. “I know. She’s always so good for her daddy.” Gently toys with your clit and you buckle, crying out to him. “Because I love you…”
Your impending climax coming on so strong all you can muster is a nimble, “love you too Steve,” as your limbs violently shudder in his big arms.
Bucky feigns a dramatic pout at you on the verge of combustion. “You love dear ol dad more than your wolfie baby?”
You aren’t sure to be honest, but you know the game that’s being played, so you lie and nod, sputtering,
“Yeah Bucky…I do…”
But he doesn’t react. Just stares at you, squeezing his load up his length. Waiting for that tiny wrinkle you get over your nose right before you…
“Poor Bucky.” Steve chastises with sluggish moans, shocked by the strength of your flushed walls. His hips stutter, and he presses his damp fingertips rougher into your bundle of nerves, causing you to fold with a tough gasp.
His glossy eyes roll back in pleasure than annoyance. “Hmm yeah…poor me—oh fuck!” Bucky gasps right behind you, about to cum all over his quivering abs. “Cum—fuck!—cum baby shit!”
Too late you’re already weeping, slacked against Steve’s heaving chest. Holding on to his hand still settled on your palpitating folds, you watch Bucky’s load spurt onto his fevered skin as Steve coats your insides, dripping down his emptying dick still pumping your pliant pussy.
“Satisfied?” Bucky clears a small chuckle in his dry throat, catching his breath as he combs his saturated hair out of his face, situating his messy torso back into the bed. You got clean up once you recover from that beating.
Steve releases your languid body and you collapse to the messy sheets with a relieved exhale, crawling away from him before he gets any other ideas. Absolutely spent you long for your pillow and just an ounce of affection. How’d you fall victim to these two monsters you’ll never really understand it.
Cupping his sore sticky cock, Steve barks, “Very,” coming out of his trance with a hard blow, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Fuckin hell…”
Turning to you with a crooked grin, Bucky tuts, “good for you,” brushing your hair back with an attentive hand, fretting over you lifeless beside him. “Think you can go now? Done enough…” He takes the covers and drapes them over you drifting in and out.
“Oh you care?” Steve snatches his pajama pants off the floor.
“What makes you think I don’t?” Bucky cuts a glare up at him. Steve meets him with the same energy, bothered by him doting on you like…like he’s your boyfriend or something.
“Don’t get comfortable Buck…”
“Mm I don’t know…might be too late for that,” he snuggles his shoulders into his pillow with a saucy grin, wrapping his cool prosthetic around your waist, pulling you back into your spot in his side.
As he heads for the door, Steve narrows his suspicious eyes at the scene before him: Bucky speaking intimately as you lovingly tuck his hair behind his ear. Might be too late for Steve. Something’s transpired while no one was watching. Did he fuck around and assist his best friend without even noticing? Nah…no way…Bucky’s just caught up, having way too much fun being your live in fuck buddy. No way you two are getting serious. When you get back to school, back to guys your age, you won’t even think about Bucky in that way. Steve suddenly feels awkward, like he’s intruding and pulls open the door, looking back at you two quietly giggling, not realizing who’s standing out in the hallway.
Almost colliding into your mom’s scowl, Steve coughs, “Holy shit!” clutching for his erratic heartbeat.
“What’s going on?” She hisses with a hushed whisper. “What the fuck’s all that noise?”
Panicked, Steve does his best to play cool, it dawning on him how loud you all were being a few minutes ago.
“Well, that’s what I came to check on.” He huffs with a roll of his eyes, ignoring the fear coercing through his nerves. “Seems like she was having a bad dream. But she’s ok now.”
But your mom doesn’t know if she buys that. Never seen him coming from your room before. How were you up before her? She kept a speculative side eye on Steve as he takes her by the shoulder. Under her glare he keeps a straight face, guiding her away as quickly as possible. He might have to do something to settle that frown.
Squeezing her into his side he smirks, “Come on. Let’s get back to sleep hun.”
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irishhappiness · 1 year
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Three years later
Summary : Tony invite you to a party, three years after you left the compound.
Pairing : Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count : 1956
Warnings : Nothing, just fluff, kind of ?
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It has been three years since you walked out of the compound. You left without looking back, telling everybody that one day you will be back but you didn't know when. You needed time for you. Time to find what you wanted and not feel oppressed all the time by a new threat. You were tired to feel like you were about to die or that the people that you cared the most about will not return with you. What you all thought will be a few months became a year, then two, then three. Coming back was a big step. You didn't know how people will react. Tony told you that they were all missing you but time has passed. Won't they resent you for leaving them and specially not call or write ?
You walked through the doors. You opted for a red dress going under you knees and flat shoes. You were never good with heels and didn't want to fall. You didn't want to drow atrention to you. You gave your coat to the man at the door. Your hands shook a little bit. You started to realise what you were doing. You should have never come back. You decided to go for a drink before finding someone that you knew. When you walked to the bar, you met Clint’s eyes first. He smiled at you before standing up, following by the red head that was once your best friend. Clint always has been someone that you go to for advise. He was always the more calm and grounded of everybody. You become friends quickly, trusting him with your life. The three of you come to meet each other. You hugged for a long time. Natasha didn't want to let you go.
"You never do that again or I will come and bring your ass right here."
"I missed you too."
You smiled at her. She brought you next to her, keeping you close. Her hand never leaving your shoulder. You knew that it was her way to show that she missed you. She never was a hugger but when your friendship evolved, she realised that it made you feel better. Today, was her way to show you that she never forgot.
Tony saw you from far away. He looked in your direction as soon as you arrived. The red dress caught his eyes. It was a simple one thought but he still saw you like always. You were often fighting for your ideas and vision but also always knew that you will always be there for each other if needed. Now that he gave you time with the Widow and the Archer, he came to join you. He told you how beautiful your were and how he was happy that you came. When he proposed to you to join them tonight for a celebration, he didn't really expected you to show. He thought that you were finished with the Avengers. You never tried to reach to them. He knew that you needed time but never expected to be so long. He missed your banter. The four of you talked for a long time before you saw him. You only saw his back but you knew it was him.
You heard his laugh and hers. You weren't surprised that they were together. Steve and Sharon always made a good team. You were never jealous of their friendship. However, it made sense that he chose her. After three years, he had to move on. She saw you and nudged her head to Steve. He turned and looked at you. He smiled, really smiled. He didn't seem angry. He never was actually. He understood why you needed to leave and find yourself. He was just hurt that you never asked him to join you. He would have move mountains for you. He still would.
“Excuse me. There is someone I need to talk to."
They looked in the direction of your eyes. They were not surprised to see who you were talking about. Sharon left before you joined Steve. She knew you had to talk.
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Steve took you in his arms. He didn't let go of you. He needed to be sure that you weren't a manifestation of his imagination. When you left, he was seeing you everywhere. He was also hearing your voice. How many time did he went to a room thinking that he heard you laugh ? It was too many to count. Today was different. He could feel your body against his. His heart was bearing faster while he hugged you tight. You did the same. You hugged him the tightest that you could. You took his scent. You missed him so much. You missed him the most.
You finally let go of him but your hands found each other. It was an old habit. When Tony was throwing parties, you always kept each other close. You knew that a lot of women wanted him which he always knew made you feel insecure. You had nothing to be afraid of but you were. So one time he took your hand and it had been your code ever since. It was his way of saying that he will always be yours.
“Hi. How are you?“
“Hi, I am fine thank you. And you? You look handsome like always.“
Well, handsome was not entirely correct. He looked amazing and so sexy. More than usual, more that he ever did. The beard that he grow and his longer hair made you want to take him right now. You had to control yourself for not throwing yourself at him.
“Thank you. You look amazing. You always do. I am fine too.“
You blushed at his compliment. You could see that he was genuine as always.
You talked for a long time. It felt like two minutes but you knew it was longer than that. You were at your third cocktail and Steve was at his five whiskey. Sometimes, you envied his inability to get drunk.
You were talking like no time has passed. You always felt it easy to speak to him. He always listened and was always honest with you. You always did the same for him. This is why you quickly needed more than his friendship. You took the first step which throw him off. He hasn’t use to someone wanted to be with him and even less to do the first step. He remembered girls trying to hook up with him in the 40s after the serum because of the way he looked. You however, he could see that he was more than that. It was the way you were connected to each other. You needed to be with him.
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After a long time, your eyes caught Sharon’s. She was ordering another drink and looked in your direction. You thought that she would be angry for taking her boyfriend away from her for so long but she wasn’t. She seemed happy that you were talking which you found strange. You look back at Steve.
"I am happy for you and Sharon. She seems to make you really happy."
He looked at you. You knew that look. The soft look that he always gave you when you had something wrong figured out and that he was happy to correct you. It was never in a bad way or to feel superior. He wasn't like this. He just wanted to give you the right facts.
"I am not with Sharon. Well, we dated a year ago for a while but we both realised that I wasn't over you so we stayed friends."
You looked at him surprised. He wasn’t with her ? She was so perfect for him. However, your mind kept coming back to what he said. He wasn’t over you ? Ok, the Steve one year ago wasn’t. You didn’t expect it to still be the case.
"Oh. Are you over me now?"
He looked at you with soft eyes. The kind that made you fall in love with him. The ocean blue was making your dream that everything was possible with him.
"I will never be. They say that you never get over your first love."
"But you loved Peggy. I never was your first."
"I thought I loved her but it wasn't the case. After you left, I realised that I never felt like this before. I couldn't go out of bed for days. Peggy was more a fantasy, probably because she was the first girl to really speak to me. But you, you weren't a fantasy, you were real. I could speak to you every day, talked to you about my hopes, my insecurities, my dreams, how I felt. I could touch you, kiss you and hug you. You were my dream come true. "
You looked at him. You felt guilty. You had to tell him.
"I am sorry."
"For what?"
"For leaving."
"Don't be. You needed this. I prefer to know that you left because you needed to find you that because you stopped loving me and for us to fight all the time."
"I could have never fight you."
"Resentment make you do things."
"I could never resent you. You are the best man I ever knew. You always made me feel secure and loved. You are my dream come true too. I was just tired of being scared all the time. Scared to lose you, any of you. I was tired to fight. It felt like it will never stopped. I just wanted peace."
He touched your cheek and you tilt your head to rest on his hand. You always loved his soft touches. The feeling of his fingers against your skin. You looked at each other.
“You could have told me. I will have tried to make things better for you."
"The fear will have never left me. Not that it ever really did. When they say out of sight, out of mind, they lie. But the pain was a bit easier when I was focusing on something else."
"I just wish you asked me to come with you."
"You wouldn't have and I didn't want to hear you say that you couldn't come with me. The duty of Captain America is too important for you."
"You always have been more important for me than being Captain America. I would have I quit everything for you."
"And resent me later?"
"Never. If you can’t ever resent me, how could I?"
You kissed the palm of his hand, moving your hand to meet his before interlacing your fingers. Your grabbed his shirt, pulling him against you. You looked in his eyes, searching for any negative sign. Seeing nothing, you kissed him. He placed his hand at the bottom of your back, pulling you even closer. He deepens the kiss until you both need to breath.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Come back to me."
"I never really left. I was always yours and yours alone."
You kissed him again. You heard clapping and whistles but you didn’t care. Only once you stopped again that you turned to see who did it. Of course it was your friends. You both didn’t realized that people left for a while now. The only ones staying were the family that you found when you first came to the compound. You pressed yourself a bit more against his chest. He kept you in his arms, knowing perfectly that you were being watched. Both of you knew that you had to talk more. Three years is a long time but you also knew that you needed each other. You never stopped loving him and never will.
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college Bucky x college reader (Steve’s sister)
A/N: Untouched AU; A tiny bit of alcohol and a whole lot of Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend can’t keep his hands off you. Time to sneak away from the party! Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3
Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, FLUFFFF
Word count: 3.9k
Also from this au: Tongue Twister, Date Night 
You made your way through the crowd, occasionally swaying along to the music, the alcohol giving you a nice buzz as you attempted to find your friends lost in the sea of people.  
“Hey pretty lady” A warm hand grasped you, pulling you into the coat closet, closing it and pinning you against the door. “You’re making it really hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re in this tiny dress, swaying those hips around”
“Is that so, you know my friends keep telling me about this really hot guy they saw at the party with dark brown hair, blue eyes and lips nice enough to sit on, wonder if they were talking about you, hm?” You let your finger trace down his perfect nose down to his pouty lips, yelping when he bit your finger.
“Bucky!” You squealed as he smirked down at you, his hands caressing your thighs, while trailing kisses down your neck.
“Can we go upstairs?” Bucky slipped his hands between your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, his fingers ghosting over your panties making you gasp before pulling his hand away.
“How can you ditch your own party” You cocked an eyebrow, one hand resting on the door handle, the other grasping his shirt, pulling him closer having an internal debate with yourself. You knew your friends would look for you but the second his hands were on you, your body was screaming for him. Your lips brushed against his neck as he groaned, his cock stiff, desperate for you.
“Teechnically, its Sam’s party, he’s just having it at my place. C’mon babydoll, just for a little bit, no one will even notice we’re gone” He pressed his hard length against you, making you whimper, his hands grabbing your ass, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your neck. “You look so fucking sexy baby” Bucky’s warm breath fanned on your face as he pressed you against the door. The alcohol made him feel warm and fuzzy and he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, hear you moan for him. He’d managed to keep his hands to himself for most of the night but his self-restraint was gone at this point. 
Bucky nuzzled his face in your neck, rubbing his face in as your breaths got heavier. “Please baby, don’t you want my cock to fill you up, I promise I’ll be gentle princess, just for a little bit, need to feel you” His voice was muffled as he started getting needier, trailing kisses along your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. Your back arched, pressing your chest to his, fisting his shirt to bring him closer. You pulled back for air, looking at his lust blown eyes, his forehead resting on yours.
“Fuck me James”
You squealed, everything turning upside down, suddenly finding yourself dangling off Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you and throwing you like a ragdoll, smirking as he felt you squirm in his hold. “Bucky! Put me down, I can walk!”
“Shh, you’re mine baby, not wasting another second”
Bucky grinned having your ass right by his face, spanking it and kissing the sting as you huffed; he opened the closet door, quickly making his way through the crowd and up the stairs to his room. As soon he got to his room, Bucky locked the door, throwing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing. You bounced landing back on his pillows, giggling giving him grabby hands. Bucky shook his head, taking a minute to admire you before loving the way you looked sprawled on his bed.
“Bucckkyy, come here,” You pouted at him while his eyes raked up and down your body, swallowing thickly. Your dress left little to the imagination and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to leave it on or have you completely bare. “Baby, pleeaase, want you”
Bucky crawled on top of you, slotting himself between your legs making your dress ride up. You gasped feeling his clothed cock grind down onto your soaked panties, the friction giving you a taste of what you needed but not enough. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders, pulling him down, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Bucky groaned, rubbing himself harder on you, his cock starting to throb, the tightness in his pants borderline painful. “Fuck angel, could cum just like this”
You giggled, wrapping your legs around him, pushing your needy pussy against him making him whine when he felt his cock throb again. “Shit- it almost hurts baby, cocks so fucking hard for you” His hands gripped your hips holding you still, while your hands slipped up his t-shirt, sighing contently feeling the warmth of his skin.
“I want to feel you Bucky” You tugged at his shirt as Bucky sat back on his feels, gazing down at you, watching you fumble with his t-shirt, loving the little bit if shyness that still lingered in you as you hesitated to pull it off.
“Take what off baby?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, taking your hands in his, pinning them above you as he smirked.
“Ugh, Bucky take it all off-” He shook his head bringing his face down to your ear making you shiver, whispering “I’m yours doll, show me how you want me”
You bit your lip, letting the buzz of the alcohol give you a boost of confidence as you sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. You pulled his t-shirt off, quickly working at the button and zipper of his jeans right after. You grabbed the waistband, tugging both his jeans and boxers down, slightly stumbling as you pulled them off his legs, leaving Bucky bare before you. Something about you still having your dress on while he was completely naked made you feel giddy, your heart racing watching the way his cock throbbed, the tip glistening with his arousal.
“Fuck me, you look so hot” Your fingers traced down his face, ghosting over his chest, and down his abs. You carefully traced a finger from the tip of his cock, causing Bucky to whine, his hips bucking up as you continued down to his balls, stopping and looking up at him.
“What is it baby?”
“I- um….I read something I- it’s supposed to make you feel good” You toyed with his balls as you blushed, loving the small whimpers slipped through Bucky’s lips. “Only if you’re okay with it”
“I trust you babygirl, play with my cock” Bucky smirked at you as you held his heavy cock in your hand, stroking him slowly.  
Bucky’s breath hitched as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth, lapping up all his arousal before swirling your tongue around his swollen head. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows as you started to take him a little deeper. You could feel his muscles tense, struggling not to thrust into your mouth. He grasped at his sheets, as you continued your ministrations; sweat beading at his forehead, his balls already full of cum.
“Fuck, just like that baby, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth angel”
You could feel your thighs sticky with slick, wetness soaking your thong each time Bucky moaned, his back nearly arching off the bed, his legs spreading further apart for you. You pulled of his cock with a pop, stroking it slowly in your hand while your tongue trailed down the shaft, tracing a line down his balls before taking them in your mouth.
“OH fuck, yes baby, yes, take my balls in your mouth- ah fuck, please y/n-, soak them babydoll, your tongue feels so fucking good”
You could feel Bucky’s legs squirm as you let your tongue trace and swirl around him, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing over the whimpering mess he was, stroking his cock faster.
“Fuck doll, fuck faster baby, so good feels so, so good, you’re gonna make me cum”
Your head dipped down further, spreading his legs just a little bit more, your tongue licking and pressing against the spot right under his balls. Your hand focused on the tip of his cock pressing your tongue against his perineum harder, moving it in tight circles as Bucky cried out. He didn’t have any time to process anything that was happening; pleasure surged through his body, his cock throbbing, cum bursting out of his cock making a mess all over his abs and chest.
“Y/N FUCK I- cumming fuck I’m c-cumming so h-hard fuck- oh god- please baby, fuck it’s so much cum, how is there so much baby”
You continued to lick and press your tongue on him, lazily stroking his cock as he kept moaning, his body thrashing on the bed, twitching at your touch. You sat up with an innocent smile on your face, loving the mess Bucky made all over himself, the thin sheen of sweat that covered his body, cum covering his chest and abs as he panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. Bucky could have sworn his soul had left his body as he watched you crawl up to his chest, licking up every bit of cum and swallowing, continuing down his abs, completely cleaning him.
“Where- where the fuck did you learn th-that”
You giggled, your face flushing as Bucky ran his hand down your back, slipping a hand under your dress to squeeze your ass.
“I read it online, it said that spot was sensitive. Did it feel good baby, was it too much?”
“Never too much, felt so fucking good, you have no idea angel”
Bucky grinned as you stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back. He nuzzled against your hand, kissing your palm, before rolling on top of you. “Now it’s my turn my naughty baby”
You gave him a quizzical look, squealing when he reached up your dress, ripping your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in his room. He laid on his back again, grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle him. His hands skimmed up and down your thighs, smirking as he felt your soaked core drenching his stomach.
“You know want I wanna do now?”
You blinked at Bucky, your face warming up as he gripped your waist, dragging you up his body, your pussy inches away from his face.
“Look at this pretty fucking pussy” Bucky groaned at the way you were on full display for him, he could smell how aroused you were. Your folds were soaked, clit swollen and desperate for him. Bucky’s eyes roamed over your body, loving the way a strap from your dress and fallen off your shoulder, your lipstick slightly smeared, eyeliner smudged from taking his cock deep in your mouth. You could feel his breath against you, whimpering as he flicked his tongue over your clit, teasing you.
“Keep this on for me angel” Bucky bunched your dress up a bit higher, pulling you right above his face.
“C’mere, sit on my face babygirl”
You hesitated, your muscles tensing, not wanting to let your full weight down on him, holding onto the headboard for support.
“Are you sure-OH FUCK!
Before you could finish, Bucky pulled you down, immediately running his tongue through your folds, drinking and lapping every bit of your arousal he could get.  Bucky could feel your legs tremble, holding yourself back as you bit your lip, eyes screwed shut trying to keep your moans down.
“The music is turned all the way up baby, you can be as loud as you want, scream for me y/n”
“OH GOD BABY DON’T STOP, feels so good Bucky”
Bucky latched onto your clit, suckling and moaning as your thighs squeezed around his head, loving the way you threw your head back crying out.
“Right there B-Bucky, fuck, please, right f-fucking there!”
His lips gently pulled on your clit, his tongue swirling as you struggled to keep your hips from bucking against his face, your hand flying to his hair tugging, burying him deeper in your needy pussy.
“Grind your pussy on me, use me babygirl, ride my face”
You started grinding your hips against his mouth, right on the edge of your orgasm as you held onto his hair tighter, loving how he moaned louder each time you tugged.
“M’ so fucking close baby, so close, please, gonna cum”
Bucky dipped his tongue into your entrance, groaning at the way it clenched, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, moaning at your taste.
“Cum for me y/n, fuck you taste so good”
He moved back to suck your clit, adding a little more pressure as he felt your body shake, brining one hand to pull your boobs out of your dress, pinching your nipples. Your whines became higher pitched as you trembled around him, your clit throbbing, walls fluttering and clenching around as your orgasm ripped through you.
“Baby, I- fuck Buckyy, BUCKY!-
Bucky held you in place, continuing to gently lick your through your high before letting you fall against him, nuzzled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as your body convulsed in his hold, the shocks of your orgasm never ending.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful angel”
You giggled as you snuggled against him, kissing his chest.
“You’re beautiful Bucky”
“Not like you y/n” Bucky sat up, pulling you with him. He looked to you before tugging down the zipper of your dress, pulling if off you in one swift motion.  You still felt a little shy as his eyes trailed down your body, pulling him to lie on top of you, sighing happily; the warmth of his skin and the slight buzz of alcohol made you feel like you were floating. Bucky caressed your face, looking at you with heart eyes,
“You have no idea how lucky I am bubba”
“Why’s that Buck”
“I have the prettiest, sweetest, *kiss* nicest, *kiss* kindest, smartest, sexiest, perfect girl, my pretty angel,*kiss*. Oh! Also you smell nice, soft skin, so warm, so cuddly,*kiss*” He paused for a moment, shyly giggling to himself before coming down to whisper in your ear “you make me really horny, your body is perfect and your beautiful and I love your eyes,*kiss* and nose,*kiss*  and…
You giggled, nuzzling your nose with his as he continued to list things, kissing you between each thought, interrupting his own rambling.
“Someone’s drunk”
“M’ not drunk, just so in lo-…” Bucky paused for a moment, deciding to hold back his feelings for a different moment, unsure if you felt the same way. “You make me really happy y/n” Smooth James.
“You make me happy too baby, James I-I lo-I like you, so much”
You didn’t want to scare Bucky off, figuring you’d wait a little longer before telling him how you really felt about him. You felt your eyes sting, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears threatened to spill out, now is not the time to be emotional y/n, get it together. Bucky smiled, his thumb brushing the tear that trailed down your face.
“Never met anyone else like you” His lips brushed against yours as you parted your mouth letting your tongues tangle, exploring each other. His breaths started getting heavier again feeling your bare body pressed against him, his full weight on top of you. He laced his hands with yours, continuing to gently kiss you, lost in the feeling of your soft lips, the little whimpers that slipped out, loving the way your tongue felt with his.
You gasped, feeling Bucky’s cock stir against your thigh, looking up at him with a mix of love and lust. You parted your legs slightly, letting his cock slide in between your folds, coating him in your slick. Bucky groaned, squeezing your hands in his, colleting himself for a moment.
“We don’t need to do more if you’re tired doll, we can just cuddle-
“I’m not tired baby, are you?”
Bucky shook his head, pinning your hands firmly against the bed as he started to suck your neck, his hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock nudging your clit making you whine under him.
“Tell me what you want angel”
“Just need to feel all of you baby, fuck you feel so good”
You wanted to feel him so badly; the buzz of the alcohol gave you another little boost of confidence as you wiggled your hands out of his hold, pushing onto his shoulders so you could be on top of him. You clambered on top of his thick thighs, straddling him, your heart racing. Bucky bit his lip, as you rutted yourself against his length, peeking up at him through your lashes.
“What do you want babygirl, rubbing yourself on my cock like that, such a dirty girl all for me”
“Wanna ride you Bucky”
Bucky’s breath shuddered as he nodded, holding his cock, helping you line up with him. You placed your hands on his chest, slowly sinking down onto his length, pausing as you felt the burn of his cock stretching you.
“You okay babydoll?” Bucky held your hips, holding you in place, fighting himself not to thrust up into you “Does it hurt angel?
You nodded, biting your lip, your brows furrowed as you continued to take his cock, throwing your head back as you bottomed out.
“So fucking big Bucky, can feel you stretching me”
You stayed still for a moment, feeling Bucky’s cock throb inside you, the tip already leaking with cum as your walls clenching and squeezed him.
“F-fuck y/n you’re so tight shit-” Bucky had to take a deep breath, it was too much for him, you naked on top, squirming over his size, already milking him without even moving.
You slowly started to move up and down, the burn fading into pleasure as you tried to find a comfortable pace.
“Am-am I doing okay?” You swallowed thickly, as you continued to ride him, hoping it felt good for him.
“You’re doing perfect baby, God you look so fucking beautiful riding my cock, don’t stop y/n. You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re on top”
“Bucky stoppp” You whined, your face flushing, burying your face in his neck as he smirked, pulling you up again. “C’mon baby, I want to see your pretty face when you bounce on me”
Bucky gripped your ass, gently guiding you up and down his length, his cock swelling at the way your face contorted each time his tip kissed your cervix.  “How does that feel baby, does it feel good?”
“S’good Bucky, feels so good” You started to feel a little more confident, rocking your hips, bouncing faster “Fuck, stretch me Bucky”
Bucky moaned loving the way your breasts bounced each time you came down; your words making his cock twitch, his hips involuntarily starting to meet yours, gently fucking up into you, still holding back, not wanting to hurt you. Your legs trembled as you started to tire out, slowing your pace, falling onto his chest, panting. You needed him.
“Buckyyy…” He could feel hot puffs of air on his neck as you caught your breath.
“Are you okay y/n, did you want to stop?”
“Fuck me James, please, hard baby, fuck me till I’m sore”
No more holding back, Bucky growled, wrapped his arms around you and pinning you under him, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace.
“FUCK JAMES YES! Don’t stop, please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop”
“Th-that’s right baby- fuck you’re so tight- let me hear how good I make you feel”
You clawed at his back, wrapping your legs around him your orgasm ready to wash over you any second as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.
“You like that baby, you love how my thick cock fills you up?”  
You couldn’t get words out, nodding and moaning as you clenched around him, your walls fluttering, arousal nearly gushing out of you. Bucky groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he felt cum already leaking from his cock, holding off his orgasm, desperate to have you finish first.
“You gotta cum baby, I can’t, I can’t last when you feel like this, please cum baby, please please”
Bucky slowed his movements to a filthy grind, pressing into you, the trimmed hair at his hilt rubbing against your clit, his nose nuzzling against yours as he looked into your eyes, nearly sobbing as you squeezed around his cock.  “Cum y/n please baby girl, m’already leaking so much, my cock is throbbing baby, so full of cum it hurts”
His hand trailed between your bodies as he started to play with your clit making your cry out and he picked his pace up again. Your muscles tensed as your heart rate picked up as your orgasm crashed over you.
“JAMES FUCK”
You dug your heels into Bucky’s ass, desperately pulling him closer as he continued to fuck you through your high, your orgasm immediately triggering his.
“Fuck baby, thank you, fuck, I’m cumming y/n, all this is for you, FUCK” Buck stilled, hugging you as close to him as possible, his cock swelling, his face buried in your neck as he moaned, his cum spilling into you.
“God you feel so good baby, this pussy is mine, oh FUCK all fucking mine” He rocked his hips a few more times, completely emptying himself before pulling out, groaning at the way his cum dribbled out of your swollen puffy folds. Bucky ran his fingers gently through your hair, stroking your head, a part of him worried he took it too far, looking at your dishevelled appearance. Your hair was tangled, sweat covering your body as you still panted, your eyelids heavy.
“Was I too rough baby, did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, pulling his arm over your waist so you could snuggle with him.
“You could never hurt me Bucky, you’ve only ever made me feel good, so good bubba” You pressed gentle kisses all over his face as he smiled shyly, holding you close.  
“Do we have to go back down?” Bucky mumbled, his face buried in your hair as he spooned you from behind pulling you flush against him.
“Mhm, you’re friends will be looking for you Bucky, mine are probably looking for me too” “Don’t care. Wanna stay here” You giggled as Bucky kept squirming, the way he usually did when he wanted to get comfy to sleep.  You tried to get up yelping then Bucky grabbed you, whining, pulling the sheets to cover the both of you.
“No. Cuddle with me”
“Bucky…”
“Cuddle. With. Me”
“Bucky, we can’t just stay up here-
“M’an adult, I can do what I want and right now I want to cuddle and sleep with my girl”  He was so in love with you.
“A big baby is what you are” You felt your heart flutter at his words. His girl.
“I’m your big baby”
You turned around to face him, cupping his face as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and pouty face, hoping you’d give in and snuggle.
“You are most definitely my baby” You closed your eyes, sleep immediately taking over under the warmth of his skin. You were so in love with him.
Back at the party
“Where’s y/n”
“Notice how you can’t find Barnes either? That’s all you need to know”
“Good god they’re like rabbits”
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