Hi! I've been craving some dad figure Bucky x reader. I imagine he's always there for reader like reading bedtime stories, soothing reader after nightmares and fucking reader when she needs it.
. ୨୧ ݁ ꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⊹ . bucky x fem!reader. minors are prohibited from interacting.
𝔀arnings 18+ : daddy kink, significant age gap, explicit smut, fingering, creampie, post-nightmare comfort sex, possessive/protective bucky, dddne, dirty talk, praise kink, mild somnophilia vibes, caregiving kink, no use of y/n
𝓪uthor’s 𝓷ote : writing this one felt sooo dirty but SOOOO good 🤤🤤🤤 if this is your thing, pls lmk because I would absolutely LOOOVE to write more of it <33
The city lights flickered softly through the half-drawn curtains of the apartment, casting a gentle glow over the king-sized bed. Bucky had you tucked against his side the moment you’d woken up gasping from the nightmare, your heart still hammering. His metal arm was a cool anchor around your waist, while his flesh hand rubbed slow, soothing circles between your shoulder blades.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly from sleep. “I’ve got you. Breathe with me. In… and out. That’s my good girl.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to the tip of your nose, until your trembling eased. “Nightmare again?”
You nodded, curling tighter into his bare chest. “Yeah. Can you… read to me? Like always?”
Bucky’s lips curved into that soft, protective smile reserved only for you. “Course I can. C’mere.” He shifted you both so you were nestled perfectly against him, your head on his shoulder, one leg draped over his thigh. The worn paperback was already in his hand, the fantasy novel you’d been working through together. He opened it to the bookmark and started reading in that deep, rumbling timbre that always melted the fear away.
“‘The knight pulled her close under the stars, his hand steady on her back as the shadows fled…’”
His voice wrapped around you like a blanket. For a few minutes it was pure comfort, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, the familiar scent of him grounding you completely. Then, without breaking rhythm, his free hand drifted lower. It slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt you wore (his shirt), fingertips tracing lazy patterns along your inner thigh. Higher. Until his palm cupped you gently between your legs, warm and possessive over your panties.
You let out a soft, surprised whimper, hips twitching instinctively.
“Dad-” The word slipped out before you could stop it, breathy and needy. Your face burned. “I mean- fuck, Bucky.”
He paused mid-sentence, the book still open in his metal hand. The silence stretched for half a second before a low, dark chuckle vibrated through his chest. “Dad?” His voice dropped even lower, laced with heat. Those blue eyes darkened as he looked down at you, thumb now slowly stroking along the damp fabric between your thighs. “You called me Dad, babygirl. That what you need tonight?”
You squirmed, embarrassed but undeniably wetter under his touch. “It just… came out. I didn’t-”
“Shh.” He set the book aside completely and rolled you onto your back, hovering over you. His hand never left its place between your legs, now pressing more firmly, rubbing slow circles over your clit through the thin cotton. “Don’t take it back. I like hearing it. Been taking care of you like a dad should for a long time now… reading you stories, chasing away the bad dreams, making sure my little girl feels safe.” His thumb dipped under the edge of your panties, brushing bare skin. “But we both know I do a lot more than that, don’t we?”
“Bucky…” you breathed, but the protest was weak, turning into a moan as he pushed one thick finger inside you.
“Say it again,” he coaxed, voice husky. He crooked his finger just right, stroking that spot that made your toes curl. “Call me what you really want to call me while I’m touching this pretty pussy.”
Your head fell back against the pillow, thighs parting wider for him. “Dad… fuck, Dad, please-”
“That’s it,” he growled approvingly, adding a second finger and pumping them slowly, deliberately. “Such a good girl for Daddy. You know I’ll always give you what you need. Nightmares, stories, this…” He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours as his fingers curled and thrust. When he pulled back, his lips brushed your ear. “You get so wet when I read to you. Been thinking about this the whole time, haven’t you? My sweet babygirl getting needy while Daddy’s voice takes care of her.”
“Yes,” you gasped, rocking against his hand. “Need you… need more.”
Bucky kissed down your neck, sucking a mark just below your ear. “Tell Daddy exactly what you need. Use your words, princess.”
“I need you inside me,” you whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
He groaned, pulling his fingers free only to strip your shirt off and shove his sweatpants down. His cock was hard and heavy, the tip already glistening as he settled between your spread thighs. “Gonna fill you up nice and deep. Make all the bad dreams go away.”
He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shared moan. “Fuck, so tight for Daddy… always perfect.” He started moving in long, rolling thrusts, one hand braced beside your head while the other gripped your hip, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
“Talk to me,” he murmured between kisses, picking up the pace. “Tell Daddy how it feels.”
“So good,” you moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Feels so full… love when you take care of me like this.”
“Yeah? Love when Daddy fucks you better than anyone else ever could?” His thrusts grew harder, deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “That’s right, baby. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to read you bedtime stories and then bury their cock in this sweet little cunt.”
You were getting close already, the combination of his words, his weight pinning you down, and the relentless drag of his cock pushing you toward the edge. “Daddy- gonna come-”
“Come for me,” he commanded, voice rough. “Come on Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The orgasm crashed over you hard, walls clenching around him as you cried out. Bucky followed right after, groaning your name mixed with “mine” and “good girl” as he spilled deep inside you, hips grinding through every pulse.
Afterward, he stayed buried inside you, rolling onto his back so you lay draped over his chest. His hand returned to your hair, stroking gently, while the other rested possessively on your ass.
“Better?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Mhm.” You nuzzled closer, already sleepy and sated. “Can you… finish the chapter, Daddy?”
Bucky chuckled warmly, reaching for the book again. “Anything for my girl. But keep those pretty thighs open. Daddy might need to read with his hand between them again.”
He started reading once more, voice low and soothing, fingers idly tracing through the mess he’d left between your legs. Safe. Cherished. And completely his.
boy oh boy do i have just the scenario for this 😛😛
$ log - bucky barnes is just here for his massage session tonight, his dedicated slot, his post-mission relaxation. he's totally not here for you.
$ warn --nsfw --gn!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!bucky --needy!bucky --groping --condescending-praise --light-feminisation
$ cd masterlist / bucky-barnes
you're the avengers' private masseuse — the longest running one in the game in fact. steve liked your scented oils, tony liked your mood lighting, thor liked your small talk, and bucky?
bucky fucking loved your hands.
"shirt up, barnes. both hands, don't be a lazy prick," you snapped, eyeing him with a clean, professional look.
bucky grunted, face flushed but he bunched his shirt up to his collarbone, exposing that bare, firm chest, skin glistening due to post-mission slick.
"rough operation?" you asked, pouring the warm oil over his skin, lavender flooding his nostrils.
"yeah, heavy," he muttered, his eyes already sliding shut.
you didn't waste time with a gentle touch. you started kneading those massive pectoral muscles of his like they were dough. he let out a low, guttural moan, his head thumping back against the chair.
"keep your hands up, barnes," you barked when his grip slipped, making the fabric start to slide down. "you're ruining the oil. you want the treatment or not?"
"please, i do — you know i do, please" he whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound that made you smirk past that orderly look of yours.
"such a needy little thing," you teased, your voice dripping with snark. you leaned in, your thumbs digging hard into his nipples, thumping them until he was practically vibrating.
"look at you. all that muscle and you're just a mess for a little handiwork?"
you squeezed the heavy mounds of muscle with a possessive force, far from your typical masseur routine — that made him gasp. you weren't being gentle at all, just groping at him like a toy.
"god, you're so sensitive," you snickered, watching his eyes roll back to his head. you caught one of his nipples between your fingers and gave it a sharp pinch.
"ah! fuck —" bucky let out a broken whine, his hips bucking off the seat.
"don't 'fuck' me, just hold your damn shirt," you snapped, your thumbs resuming their heavy, rhythmic rolling against his hardening nipples. "you've got these big, useless tits just waiting to be played with. just a big, soft chested boy who can't handle a little pressure."
he couldn't even argue. he just sat there, panting and whimpering, completely undone by the way you handle them. he was nothing but a puddle of needy muscle under your palms. his breath hitched every time you squeezed the heavy weight of his chest.
"there we go," you murmured, a condescending purr as you worked your fingers deep, rolling the sensitive tissue with your hands. "just stay still — let me handle you. you're doing so well, barnes. such a good boy."
bucky let out a long shuddering moan; he was completely lost to the sensation of your hands ruthlessly claiming him.
"that's it — just take it," you commanded, voice low and biting. you gave his nipples one last hard tug, making him cry out a choked, desperate sound echoing in your spa.
"you're a fucking disaster," you snickered, finally pulling your oil-slicked hands away from his heaving chest.
you glance down at your watch, noting the session was officially up. "time's up, barnes. try not to fall off the table on your way out."
as you wiped the excess oil from your hands, bucky gingerly rolled his shirt back down, his movements slow and shaky. but as he moved, you caught the tell-tale twitch in his thighs — a desperate tremor that told you he wasn't nearly as recovered as he was pretending to be.
a slow, predatory smirk pulled at your lips. hmm, maybe his session could be pushed forwards tonight.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
im a big chested trans guy and FOR SOME REASON the thought of someone calling me a “soft chested boy” as if im just a cis dude with big pecs is hot af.
AHHHHHHH PLEASE
I recently saw this one post saying something about how Bucky would slot his dog tags between his teeth during sex to keep them from clanking or bothering during the moment y’know and I immediately thought of you. 😌
Would you mind writing something soul crushingly horny based on this?-
Much love. Mwah ❤️
. ୨୧ ݁ ꒰ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⊹ . bucky x fem!reader. minors are prohibited from interacting.
𝔀arnings 18+ : explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, rough sex, unprotected sex, dog tag kink, biting, metal arm kink, possessiveness, dirty talk and general filth
𝓪uthor’s 𝓷ote : ughhhhh this was so yummy!!!! love me some dog tags on buckyyy
Bucky’s on top of you, all heat and coiled power, his broad frame pinning you down as he drives into you with deep, relentless thrusts. His dog tags dangle between his bare chest and yours, cool metal kissing your flushed skin with every roll of his hips, like a silent vow, a reminder of the soldier who’s finally letting himself take what he wants. They’ve been brushing against you the whole time but now they’re clinking softly, rhythmically, against the smooth vibranium of his left arm, the sound mixing with your shared breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.
He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through you.
“Fuckin’ tags,” he mutters, voice rough like gravel and smoke. His hips don’t stop though, deep deliberate rolls that drag his cock along every sensitive inch inside you, stretching you open so perfectly it makes your toes curl. You’re soaked, thighs slick with it, trembling around his waist as he pins you down with that effortless super-soldier strength.
You reach up, fingers brushing the chain at his neck. “Leave them,” you breathe, because the sound is filthy in its own way, the soft metallic music of him claiming you.
But Bucky’s eyes, stormy blue, pupils blown wide with lust darken further. He leans down, mouth brushing your ear, breath hot. “They’re distracting you from what I want you feeling.”
In one smooth motion, he catches the tags between his teeth. The chain pulls taut against the back of his neck, the metal plates disappearing into his mouth. His jaw flexes, lips parting just enough for you to see the silver edge glinting against his tongue. The sight alone rips a fresh wave of heat through you, Bucky, the Winter Soldier, reduced to biting down on his own history just so he can fuck you without anything getting in the way.
He groans around the tags, the sound muffled and raw. Then he drives into you harder.
No more clinking. Just the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bedframe, and the obscene sounds of your body taking him. His metal fingers dig into your hip, cool and unyielding, while his flesh hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth like he wants to feel how wrecked you are.
“Look at me,” he demands around the metal. His voice is distorted, rougher, sex-drenched. Sweat beads at his temple, dark hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you with punishing precision, long strokes that bottom out and grind against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Every time he bottoms out, his abs flex against your clit, and the tags shift between his teeth with the motion, a constant, visible reminder of how much control he’s exerting just for you.
You moan his name and he bites down harder, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours like he’s memorizing every gasp, every flutter of your cunt around his cock. The chain trembles against his throat with each thrust. You can see the way his tongue moves against the tags inside his mouth, the way his lips are shiny with spit, and it’s so fucking filthy you clench around him involuntarily.
“That’s it,” he growls through clenched teeth, the words barely intelligible but vibrating straight down to your core. “Milk me, doll. Let me feel how much you love this.”
Your hands scramble up his back, nails digging into scarred skin and metal plating alike. He’s relentless, hips snapping faster now, the wet sounds louder, your slick coating his balls as they slap against you. The dog tags stay right where he put them, trapped between those perfect teeth, catching the light every time he pulls back to look at where you’re stretched around him.
You’re close. So fucking close. And Bucky knows it, he always does. He drops his forehead to yours, tags still clenched tight, breath coming in hot pants around the metal. His voice is a broken rasp:
“Come on my cock while I’ve got these between my teeth, baby. Want to feel you fall apart knowing I’d do anything- anything- to keep fucking you right.”
The orgasm slams into you like lightning under your skin, sudden, devastating, unstoppable. Your back arches sharply off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clamps down hard around his thick cock, fluttering and pulsing in relentless waves. Pleasure rips through every nerve ending, white-hot and overwhelming, leaving you shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
Bucky doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even falter. He keeps fucking you through it with those deep, grinding thrusts, hips rolling relentlessly as he chases his own release, dragging out your climax until you’re a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him.
Only then does he let the tags fall from his mouth, spit-slick and gleaming, dropping heavy and cool against your heaving chest. He buries his face in your neck, groaning your name like a prayer as he spills deep inside you, hips stuttering, metal arm braced beside your head so he doesn’t crush you.
For a long moment, there’s just the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint, final clink of the dog tags settling between your sweat-slick bodies.
Bucky kisses the side of your throat, soft and reverent now, his lips brushing tenderly over the spot where his teeth had been clenched moments before.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, “I’m putting them between your teeth. See how quiet you can stay while I ruin you.”
guys what do i do my crush is so cute and silly and I can’t get over the fact that he said “listening to you talk about your interests makes me happy” omg
guys what do i do my crush is so cute and silly and I can’t get over the fact that he said “listening to you talk about your interests makes me happy” omg
guys what do i do my crush is so cute and silly and I can’t get over the fact that he said “listening to you talk about your interests makes me happy” omg
boy oh boy do i have just the scenario for this 😛😛
$ log - bucky barnes is just here for his massage session tonight, his dedicated slot, his post-mission relaxation. he's totally not here for you.
$ warn --nsfw --gn!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!bucky --needy!bucky --groping --condescending-praise --light-feminisation
$ cd masterlist / bucky-barnes
you're the avengers' private masseuse — the longest running one in the game in fact. steve liked your scented oils, tony liked your mood lighting, thor liked your small talk, and bucky? bucky fucking loved your hands.
"shirt up, barnes. both hands, don't be a lazy prick," you snapped, eyeing him with a clean, professional look.
bucky grunted, face flushed but he bunched his shirt up to his collarbone, exposing that bare, firm chest, skin glistening due to post-mission slick.
"rough operation?" you asked, pouring the warm oil over his skin, lavender flooding his nostrils.
"yeah, heavy," he muttered, his eyes already sliding shut.
you didn't waste time with a gentle touch. you started kneading those massive pectoral muscles of his like they were dough. he let out a low, guttural moan, his head thumping back against the chair.
"keep your hands up, barnes," you barked when his grip slipped, making the fabric start to slide down. "you're ruining the oil. you want the treatment or not?"
"please, i do — you know i do, please" he whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound that made you smirk past that orderly look of yours.
"such a needy little thing," you teased, your voice dripping with snark. you leaned in, your thumbs digging hard into his nipples, thumping them until he was practically vibrating.
"look at you. all that muscle and you're just a mess for a little handiwork?"
you squeezed the heavy mounds of muscle with a possessive force, far from your typical masseur routine — that made him gasp. you weren't being gentle at all, just groping at him like a toy.
"god, you're so sensitive," you snickered, watching his eyes roll back to his head. you caught one of his nipples between your fingers and gave it a sharp pinch.
"ah! fuck —" bucky let out a broken whine, his hips bucking off the seat.
"don't 'fuck' me, just hold your damn shirt," you snapped, your thumbs resuming their heavy, rhythmic rolling against his hardening nipples. "you've got these big, useless tits just waiting to be played with. just a big, soft chested boy who can't handle a little pressure."
he couldn't even argue. he just sat there, panting and whimpering, completely undone by the way you handle them. he was nothing but a puddle of needy muscle under your palms. his breath hitched every time you squeezed the heavy weight of his chest.
"there we go," you murmured, a condescending purr as you worked your fingers deep, rolling the sensitive tissue with your hands. "just stay still — let me handle you. you're doing so well, barnes. such a good boy."
bucky let out a long shuddering moan; he was completely lost to the sensation of your hands ruthlessly claiming him.
"that's it — just take it," you commanded, voice low and biting. you gave his nipples one last hard tug, making him cry out a choked, desperate sound echoing in your spa.
"you're a fucking disaster," you snickered, finally pulling your oil-slicked hands away from his heaving chest.
you glance down at your watch, noting the session was officially up. "time's up, barnes. try not to fall off the table on your way out."
as you wiped the excess oil from your hands, bucky gingerly rolled his shirt back down, his movements slow and shaky. but as he moved, you caught the tell-tale twitch in his thighs — a desperate tremor that told you he wasn't nearly as recovered as he was pretending to be.
a slow, predatory smirk pulled at your lips. hmm, maybe his session could be pushed forwards tonight.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
summary : After an intense night of being thoroughly shared and wrecked by Steve and Bucky in your tiny dorm bed, you shyly admit your fantasy of watching your two boyfriends together. What starts as an awkward, hilarious first kiss between the lifelong best friends quickly turns hungry and passionate.
word count : 4,4k
warnings 18+ : no use of y/n, MMF threesome, bisexual exploration and male/male kissing, heavy dirty talk, cum play, creampie, fingering, possessiveness, multiple orgasms, graphic descriptions of sex, bodily fluids, consensual boundary pushing, teasing, sexual experimentation, unprotected sex
author’s note : after a month long break and even more months of talking about it… OUR BOYS ARE BACKKKKKK 🎉🎉🎉🎉 extra credit is genuinely my baby and I will NEVER get tired of talking about it or writing it!! I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you all for being so patient with me <33 ANDDDD before I forget… you can expect nat to join the chaos very soon 👀
The room smelled like sex, sweat and the faint mix of Steve’s cedarwood body wash and Bucky’s spiced cologne. Your cramped dorm bed, barely big enough for one person let alone three, was completely wrecked.
The cheap university-issued sheets were twisted into a damp knot beneath you, clinging to every sticky inch of skin. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with the unmistakable musk of multiple rounds of rough, desperate fucking. A single string of fairy lights you’d strung up earlier in the semester cast a soft golden glow over the mess: discarded clothes scattered across the floor, Steve’s oversized hoodie tangled with Bucky’s leather jacket, your soaked panties dangling from the desk chair.
You lay sprawled on your back in the middle, chest still heaving as you came down from the high of your last orgasm. Your thighs trembled faintly, muscles sore in the best way and you could feel the warm, slow trickle of their combined release leaking out of you onto the ruined sheets.
Steve was glued to your left side, his massive, muscular frame taking up more than half the tiny mattress. His broad chest pressed against your arm, one thick arm draped heavily across your waist, fingers lazily tracing little hearts on the curve of your hip. His blond hair was a sweaty mess, sticking to his forehead and his baby-blue eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction.
Bucky claimed your right side like he owned it, one thick, powerful thigh thrown possessively over both of your legs, pinning you in place. His fingers rested just below your navel, right above where you were still tender, swollen and leaking their mess.
“Fuck, baby,” Bucky murmured, his voice gravel-rough and low against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. “You took us so goddamn well tonight. Like you were made for it. That tight little pussy squeezed us both so perfect… swallowing every inch, every drop. Greedy girl.”
You hummed happily, too blissed out for full sentences. Your body felt deliciously used, thighs sticky with drying cum, lips swollen from kissing and sucking, neck and breasts covered in little love bites and fingerprints. Steve nuzzled into your hair, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm and steady.
“You still with us, sweetheart?” Steve asked, voice warm and gentle, the same tone he used when he watched you study for exams during the late nights in the dorm. He nuzzled into your hair and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
“Mhm.” You smiled lazily, tilting your head to kiss the sharp line of his jaw. Then you turned the other way, catching Bucky’s mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. His tongue slid against yours, unhurried now, tasting like sin and the faint hint of the cheap whiskey the three of you had shared earlier. They both smelled like sex and you. The realization made something warm and possessive bloom deep in your chest.
For a while, only the sound of your combined breathing and the occasional wet shift of sweaty skin filled the small dorm room. The ceiling fan spun uselessly overhead, doing nothing to cut through the thick, filthy atmosphere. Outside, the distant sounds of a Friday night party echoed from another floor, laughter, bass-heavy music but in here, the world had narrowed to just the three of you.
That’s when the thought bubbled up, unbidden but insistent after weeks of watching them together, playful wrestling in the quad, shared glances, the easy intimacy of two men who had known each other since forever.
You trailed your fingers down Steve’s broad, sculpted chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart, then over to Bucky’s side, tracing the raised lines of old scars from a motorcycle accident he’d told you about once. Your voice came out soft, a little shy but curious. “You two… Have you ever… done anything together? Just the two of you?”
The silence was immediate and heavy.
Steve’s hand froze on your hip. Bucky lifted his head, arm shifting as his sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly, studying your face.
“Together?” Bucky echoed carefully, voice still husky from earlier moans.
“Yeah. Like… sexually,” you admitted, cheeks warming even after everything you’d just done. “I was just curious. You’re so close. It’s hot to think about sometimes.”
Steve let out a low, surprised chuckle that vibrated through his chest. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and something darker flickering in his gaze. “Baby, no. Never. We’ve been best friends since we were awkward freshmen sharing a shoebox room in the dorms. Not like that. Though I gotta admit… the way you’re looking at us right now is making me wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“Fuck no,” Bucky agreed, but his thigh tightened possessively over yours, pressing you deeper into the mattress. His fingers drifted lower, teasing through the mess between your legs, spreading it lazily. “Steve’s basically my brother. We’ve never crossed that line. We’ve shared a lot- food, clothes, even girls back in sophomore year- but never each other. Why, tutor girl? You got a dirty little fantasy brewing?”
You bit your lip, squirming under their combined attention. The casual way Bucky’s fingers kept playing with their cum, pushing some of it back inside you, made heat pool low in your belly again. “I don’t know… you’re both so you. Big, strong, protective. And you’re both mine now. It just popped into my head. Watching you two wrestle on the couch last weekend… the way you pin each other down. It made me think about what it would look like if you pinned each other for… other reasons.”
Steve’s hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing lazily over your sensitive nipple. “You want to watch us together… or do you want us to try it right here, with you between us?” His voice had dropped, low and rough. “Be honest, sweetheart. No judgment. Not after what we just did to you in this tiny bed.”
Bucky smirked against your neck, nipping at a fresh hickey he’d left earlier. “You imagining me on my knees for golden boy here? Or Stevie bending me over your desk while you watch and touch yourself?” His fingers pressed deeper, two of them sliding into your slick, used cunt with obscene ease, curling just right. “Because I gotta say… the idea of making you lose your mind while we figure it out is kinda doing it for me.”
You gasped, hips twitching. “Maybe… all of it. I just think it would be so fucking hot. You two are already so in sync when you’re inside me. The way you coordinate, like you can read each other’s minds. Imagine if that extended to… touching. Kissing. More.”
Steve groaned softly, his cock twitching against your thigh where it was already starting to harden again. “Jesus, baby. You really are filthy under all those good-girl study sessions.” He leaned in, kissing you deep and slow, tongue claiming your mouth while Bucky’s fingers continued their lazy thrusting. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. “We’ve never done it. But for you? I’d consider it. Only if Buck’s on board.”
Bucky’s smirk widened into something predatory. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to your lips, letting you taste the three of you mixed together. “You want a show, doll? Want to see your boys cross that line for the first time while you’re still dripping our cum?” He glanced over at Steve, the look between them charged now, testing. “What do you say, punk? Think you could handle my mouth on that big dick of yours while our girl watches?”
Steve’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand tightened on your waist. “Only if you can take it as good as she does, jerk.” He looked back down at you, voice rough with fresh arousal. “This what you wanted, sweetheart? To turn your innocent curiosity into us ruining each other while we ruin you all over again?”
You nodded eagerly, heart racing as the energy in the room shifted from satisfied afterglow into something even filthier. “Yes. Please. I want to see it. I want to be part of it.”
Bucky chuckled darkly, already moving, his metal hand guiding your thigh wider. “Then spread those legs wider, baby. We’re just getting started. College is for experimenting, right?”
The three of you tangled together again, laughter mixing with moans as hands began to wander between all three bodies, boundaries blurring under the glow of the fairy lights. The wrecked dorm bed creaked beneath you, and the night was far from over.
You reached up cupping both their jaws, Steve’s smooth, strong jaw on one side, Bucky’s stubbled one on the other. Your voice came out breathy and sweet, eyes wide with lust and affection.
“I want to see you kiss.”
The air in the tiny dorm room went electric, thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint laundry detergent from the sheets they’d wrecked hours ago.
Steve’s eyebrows shot up for half a second, but then that golden-boy smirk spread across his face, slow and cocky as hell. He leaned down, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip. “Oh yeah? You wanna see us kiss, sweetheart? Thought you’d never ask.” His baby blues sparkled with confidence, the same one that made half the campus swoon during his games.
Bucky let out a low, filthy chuckle right beside him, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Fuck, doll. Been waiting for you to say that. You think we’re just gonna be all shy about it? Nah. We’ll give you a show. Make it real pretty for our greedy little tutor.” He winked, voice dripping with that Brooklyn swagger, like he’d been planning this for weeks instead of hearing it for the first time.
You bit your lip, thighs pressing together at their sudden bravado. “Yeah? You’re both so sure?”
“Baby,” Steve drawled, already shifting higher on his knees, chest puffed out, “we’ve been through worse than a kiss. This is gonna be hot. You’re about to see why they call us the dream team.” He shot Bucky a look, all challenge and heat.
Bucky grinned, sharp and predatory, crawling closer until their shoulders bumped. “Damn right. C’mere, punk. Let’s give our girl what she wants.”
They leaned in like they owned the moment, cocky, sure, mouths hovering with that practiced ease they used on you. You held your breath, pussy still fluttering from the way they’d tag-teamed you earlier, bodies buzzing with anticipation.
But the second their lips actually met…
Steve pulled back first, blinking hard. “Wait- shit. That felt… weird.”
Bucky jerked away too, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wide. “Jesus, what did you put on your lips?”
Steve blinked with a confused little laugh, still half-leaning over you. “Wha- I used one of her lip balms earlier. My lips were chappy after that long practice in the wind, alright? It’s just strawberry-”
“Dude,” Bucky groaned, making a face like he’d bitten into a lemon. He wiped his mouth again, dramatically. “Strawberries and regret, Rogers. What the hell? Tastes like you made out with a fruit salad and then rolled around in her vanilla body spray. This is weird as shit.”
Steve’s cheeks flushed bright pink under his messy blond hair. He rubbed the back of his neck, that cocky grin completely gone. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad. You’ve eaten worse things off my plate in the dining hall. Remember that tuna melt incident sophomore year?”
You giggled beneath them, the sound bubbling up despite the ache between your legs. They looked so big and ridiculous up there- two massive, naked guys suddenly awkward as teenagers.
Bucky groaned, dramatic as ever, dropping his forehead to Steve’s shoulder for a second. “This is your fault, doll. We were cocky two seconds ago and now I feel like I’m kissing my damn brother. Or worse.”
Steve shoved him lightly, but he was laughing too, the sound warm and boyish. “You’re one to talk, Buck. Your stubble’s like sandpaper. And you still taste like that cheap whiskey from the party earlier. We’re really doing this?”
You stroked their thighs, heart melting and core throbbing at the same time. “You two are the cutest idiots alive. Please? Try again? For me?”
Bucky sighed, long and theatrical, but his cock was already twitching back to life against your thigh. “Fine. But only because you look at us like that. And you’re buying us breakfast tomorrow. The good diner, not the crappy campus one.”
Steve nodded, still pink-cheeked but determined. “Yeah. For her.”
The second attempt was pure comedy. Noses bumped. Bucky tilted left when Steve went right. Their lips barely brushed before both men pulled away again, muttering curses.
“Fuck, that was worse than the time we tried double-teaming that chem lab project,” Bucky complained, wiping his mouth.
“You kiss like you’re afraid of commitment, Barnes,” Steve shot back, but his ears were red. “All teeth and no game.”
You were laughing so hard tears pricked your eyes, but your hand had slipped between your legs without thinking, rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit at the sight of them, flustered, naked, bickering like an old married couple while their bodies stayed hard and ready for you.
“Third time’s the charm?” you whispered, voice husky. “I’ll make it so worth it. That tiny black skirt you both like… no panties… all weekend.”
That got their attention. Bucky’s eyes darkened. “You drive a hard bargain, minx.”
This time they committed. Steve cupped the back of Bucky’s neck, firm and steady, and pulled him in. Their mouths met properly, soft at first, testing. Then Steve tilted his head, deepening it with a surprised, low groan that went straight to your pussy. Bucky made a wrecked noise in his throat and pushed forward, fingers digging into Steve’s broad shoulder.
It turned hungry fast. Tongues slid together, wet and exploratory, the obscene sound of lips smacking and heavy breathing filling the cramped dorm room. Steve’s hand landed on your stomach, warm and possessive, thumb stroking your skin as he kissed his best friend like he was starving. Bucky’s free hand found your breast, pinching your nipple just right while his mouth stayed locked with Steve’s.
You whimpered loudly, fingers speeding up on your clit.
That flipped the switch completely.
The awkwardness burned away in the heat. They kissed harder above you, chests brushing, muscles flexing and gleaming with sweat. Bucky’s hand trailed lower, thick fingers sliding through the cum still leaking from your well-fucked pussy, pushing two inside you easily alongside Steve’s. Steve broke the kiss just long enough to growl against Bucky’s lips, “She’s clenching so fucking hard already. Our dirty girl loves this.”
Bucky laughed breathlessly into Steve’s mouth, nipping his bottom lip hard enough to make Steve hiss. “Told you she was filthy. Look at her- rubbing that pretty clit while we make out like horny idiots.” He stroked deeper, curling his fingers just right while Steve’s thumb found your clit, taking over with slow, perfect pressure.
You moaned, arching up, free hand reaching to wrap around Steve’s thick cock. It was fully hard again, heavy and hot in your palm. Bucky noticed and grinned wickedly against Steve’s lips. “She wants more, punk. Touch me while you kiss me. Give her the full show.”
Steve didn’t hesitate this time. His big hand wrapped around Bucky’s cock, stroking him in time with the fingers fucking you. The three of you moved together, messy, filthy, perfect. Their kisses grew sloppy, tongues visibly tangling, spit-slick lips shining under the cheap dorm lamp. Every moan they shared vibrated through their bodies and into yours.
“Fuck, your hand feels different,” Bucky muttered, hips rocking forward into Steve’s grip. “Bigger. Rougher.”
“Don’t sound so surprised, jerk,” Steve replied, voice wrecked as he kissed him deeper, tongue fucking into Bucky’s mouth while his fingers scissored inside you. “You’re leaking all over my fist. She’s got us both so worked up.”
You came the first time like that, shaking, crying out their names as their combined fingers and the sight of them devouring each other sent you flying. They didn’t stop kissing through it, only slowing their hands to work you through the aftershocks, trading soft, lingering pecks mixed with filthy whispers.
When you came down, they were both staring at you with matching expressions: soft affection mixed with raw hunger.
“Best fucking girlfriend in the world,” Steve murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your lips, tasting like Bucky.
Bucky kissed you next, deeper, then pulled Steve back in for another slow, exploratory kiss right above your face. “She’s still dripping. Think she wants round two of the show while we fuck her again?”
You nodded frantically, glowing. “Kiss each other the whole time. I want to feel it when you do.”
They obliged. Steve slid back inside your pussy first, thick and perfect, stretching you open with a shared groan. Bucky positioned himself behind Steve, one hand on Steve’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke you where you were joined. But they kept kissing, messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding as Steve started thrusting slow and deep.
The dorm bed creaked under all three of you. Bucky’s cock rubbed against Steve’s ass and your thigh with every movement, leaving wet streaks. Their moans mixed, Steve’s deep and rumbling, Bucky’s rough and edged with that Brooklyn accent. Every time their tongues met, Steve’s hips snapped harder, driving you closer to the edge again.
“God, she’s so tight when we do this,” Steve panted against Bucky’s mouth. “Feel her, Buck- put your fingers in with me.”
Bucky did, stretching you even fuller while they made out sloppily above you. You came a second time, vision whiting out, clenching around both of them as their kisses turned almost violent with need.
They kept going like that for what felt like hours, switching positions, trading who was inside you, but never stopping the kisses for long. Bucky fucked you from behind while Steve knelt in front, feeding you his cock and kissing Bucky over your shoulder. Then Steve took you missionary again, Bucky straddling your chest so you could suck him while they leaned in and kissed each other right above your face, spit and moans raining down.
Filthy comments kept spilling out between kisses:
“His mouth is actually fucking addictive,” Bucky admitted, laughing breathlessly as Steve sucked on his tongue.
“Told you I was good at everything, asshole,” Steve shot back, then bit Bucky’s lip and made him moan loud enough to probably wake the neighbors.
You lost count of your orgasms. By the end, all three of you were a sweaty, cum-covered mess tangled in the sheets. Steve and Bucky finally collapsed on either side of you, still trading lazy, soft kisses across your body, your breasts, your neck, your lips before meeting in the middle again just because you asked.
“Love you idiots so much,” you whispered, voice hoarse and happy.
Bucky nuzzled into your neck, then kissed Steve once more, slow and sweet this time. “Love you more, doll. Even if kissing this punk still feels kinda weird in the best way.”
Steve smiled, soft and sated, pulling both of you closer. “Worth every awkward second. Round three?”
You grinned. “Only if you keep kissing.”
The three of you eventually collapsed again in a sweaty, sticky pile, still buzzing with endorphins and laughter. The tiny dorm bed creaked under your combined weight as Steve reluctantly untangled himself to grab water bottles from your mini-fridge. Bucky stayed behind, lazily stroking his fingers up and down your thigh, tracing little patterns through the mess still leaking out of you.
When Steve came back, balancing three bottles, he bumped clumsily into the edge of the bed and knocked over a small cardboard box you’d stashed underneath weeks ago. A couple of worn, well-loved magazines spilled out across the floor.
You sat up on your elbows, eyes widening. “Wait… you still have those?”
Bucky glanced over and barked out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. “Shit. Our old Playboy collection. I thought we lost those during the move. Looks like they found a new home under our girl’s bed.”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, equal parts embarrassed and amused, his cheeks flushing that adorable pink again. “We were like nineteen and horny as hell, okay? Don’t judge us, sweetheart. It was before you tamed us.”
You reached down and picked one up, flipping it open with shaky fingers. The glossy pages showed beautiful, barely-dressed women in seductive poses, lacy lingerie barely covering full breasts, long legs spread teasingly, sultry eyes staring back at the camera. You bit your lip hard, flipping slowly. Your thighs pressed together as fresh heat pooled low in your belly, your sore, used pussy giving a needy little throb.
Bucky noticed immediately, his sharp eyes narrowing with delight. “Ohhh, look at that face. You getting wet again already, baby? Just from looking at pretty girls?”
Steve leaned in closer from your other side, voice low and teasing as he handed you a water bottle. “You like looking at pretty girls, sweetheart? Didn’t know our innocent little tutor had a secret thing for soft curves and lace. That’s cute as hell.”
“I- I just…” You turned another page, cheeks burning hot. The model on this spread was gorgeous, voluptuous hips, perfect tits barely contained by sheer fabric, lips parted like she was mid-moan. Your nipples tightened and you shifted restlessly. “They’re really pretty. Like… really pretty.”
Bucky grinned, propping his chin on your shoulder so he could look at the magazine with you, his breath hot against your ear. “You ever think about doing anything with a girl? Like… Nat, maybe? She’s always in those tight little tank tops when you two study. Bet she’d look real good between your thighs.”
Your head snapped up. “Bucky!”
Steve chuckled warmly, sliding back onto the bed and caging you in from the other side, one massive arm wrapping around your waist. “Come on, don’t get shy now, baby. You just made us kiss like horny teenagers. Fair’s fair. You ever thought about Nat like that? She’s hot as hell. We’ve seen the way you two giggle and whisper during those late-night study sessions.”
You hid your face in your hands, but you were smiling, thighs rubbing together as slick heat continued to build. “You two are the worst. I can’t believe you’re teasing me about this after what I just watched you do. You were literally making out while fingering me.”
Bucky gently pulled your hands away, kissing your knuckles with surprising sweetness before nipping at one. “Hey, we’re not complaining at all. You look so fucking cute all flustered and turned on. Your nipples are so hard right now. Keep looking if you want, doll. We’ll watch. Hell, we’ll help.”
Steve’s big, warm hand slid up your inner thigh, spreading your legs a little wider as he kissed your temple. “Or tell us what you’re thinking about while you flip through those pages, sweetheart. We can make it part of the lesson. Tell us which girl is making that pretty pussy clench.”
You peeked at them through your fingers, still sticky and sore but undeniably, shamefully aroused again. The sight of your two naked, flushed, muscular boyfriends, cocks half-hard against their thighs, looking at you like you were the center of their universe, combined with the glossy, filthy magazines in your lap made your head spin.
“Maybe… I’ve thought about it a little,” you admitted quietly, voice trembling as you flipped to the next page. This model was on her knees, ass up, looking back over her shoulder. You whimpered softly. “Not Nat specifically, but… girls are so pretty. Their bodies are so soft and curvy. I wonder what it would feel like to… touch.”
Bucky’s grin turned wicked and hungry. He reached over and turned the page for you, revealing a stunning redhead with her legs spread wide. “That’s our girl. Always full of filthy little surprises. Look at you getting worked up. Your thighs are shaking, baby.”
Steve’s fingers teased higher, brushing lightly over your swollen, leaking folds. “You’re soaked again just from looking at tits and pussy. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. You want to touch a girl’s soft tits while we watch? Or maybe you want one to sit on your face while we fuck you?”
You moaned quietly, hips twitching toward Steve’s hand as you kept flipping pages, eyes glued to the images. Bucky leaned in and sucked a mark onto your neck while his metal hand cupped one of your breasts, rolling your nipple.
“Tell us more,” Bucky murmured against your skin, voice dripping with teasing amusement. “Which one’s your favorite? The blonde with the big tits? Or the brunette who looks like she’d eat you out real slow and sweet?”
“I… I like the way they look so confident,” you breathed, voice getting higher and needier. Another page. Another gorgeous woman touching herself. Your clit was throbbing. “They’re so sexy. I feel all warm and tingly just looking…”
Steve chuckled darkly, sliding two thick fingers back inside your messy cunt, curling them perfectly. “Listen to you. Our innocent tutor is dripping down my hand because of some magazine tits. You ever watch girl-on-girl porn, baby? Bet that would really get you going.”
You whimpered loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as you turned another page with shaky hands. The images were blurring together now, lips, curves, fingers disappearing between thighs. You were so worked up you could barely think straight.
“I… I don’t even watch normal porn,” you confessed in a tiny, embarrassed voice, cheeks flaming.
The room went quiet for half a second.
Bucky pulled back, eyes wide with genuine surprise before a massive, predatory grin split his face. “Oh shit… yeah, I forgot. Our sweet little good-girl doesn’t even watch porn. Fuck, that’s adorable and so goddamn hot.”
Steve’s fingers stilled inside you for a moment, then started moving again, slower and deeper, his voice dropping into a rough growl. “You serious, sweetheart? You get this worked up just from looking at magazines and making us kiss? No porn at all?”
You nodded frantically, biting your lip hard as another wave of heat crashed through you. Your hips rocked shamelessly against Steve’s hand, chasing the pleasure while your eyes stayed glued to the magazine in your lap. The latest page showed two women tangled together, lips locked, hands exploring soft curves. A broken whimper slipped out of you.
“I’ve never… needed it,” you admitted breathlessly, voice high and shaky. “I just… get like this with you two. And now… with them. They’re so soft and pretty and- ah!”
Bucky laughed low and filthy, nipping at your earlobe while his fingers joined Steve’s between your legs. Circling your swollen clit with perfect pressure. “Listen to her, Steve. Our innocent little tutor’s never watched porn but she’s soaked just imagining girl-on-girl. Bet you’ve had some real dirty thoughts during those late-night study sessions, haven’t you, baby?”
Steve leaned in and kissed your neck sweetly before sucking a fresh mark right below your ear. “Tell us, sweetheart. Be honest. When you’re alone in this dorm bed, do you ever touch this needy little cunt and think about pretty girls kissing? About soft tits in your hands? About a girl going down on you while we watch?”
“Yes- fuck- maybe,” you gasped, flipping to another page with trembling fingers. This one had a gorgeous dark-haired woman touching herself, head thrown back in pleasure. Your thighs started shaking. “I… I think about how their skin would feel. How they’d taste. It makes me so wet but I never… I never finish to it. I just get all worked up and then you two come over and-”
“And we fuck the thoughts right out of you?” Bucky finished, voice dripping with teasing delight. He pressed his metal fingers harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles while Steve fucked you deeper with three thick fingers now. “Poor baby. So pent-up and curious. Never even seen girls eating each other out on video. That’s criminal. We should fix that.”
You moaned loudly, the sound downright pornographic in the small dorm room. The combination of their filthy words, their hands working you open, and the glossy images of beautiful, naked women had you right on the edge. Your free hand grabbed Bucky’s thigh, nails digging in as your back arched.
Steve kissed your temple, sweet and loving even as his fingers curled relentlessly. “You’re clenching so hard, baby. You really like this, don’t you? Looking at pretty girls while your boys play with you. So cute and filthy at the same time.”
Bucky grinned against your neck, voice low and taunting. “Bet if we put on some girl-on-girl porn right now you’d come in seconds, huh? Our pure little tutor losing her mind over lesbian shit while we finger-fuck her. Say it, doll. Tell us how bad you want it.”
“I- I want-” Your words cut off into a desperate whine as they sped up, perfectly in sync like always. The magazine slipped from your fingers onto the bed as your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder.
Bucky leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and promising. “Well, damn. Then we’re definitely going to have to do something about that…”
