A/N: Set in the A Touch too Far World. Bratty!Bucky is determined to turn all omegas into brats😌
Ari leans back on the patio chair, holding a cold beer on his thigh, the icy condensation rolling down his warm sun-kissed skin.
"You know that's dangerous right?" Steve muses, leaning over to grab his plate off the table. He nods towards the pool where you're listening to an animated Bucky, his bright blue eyes darting around the yard impishly.
"She knows better." Ari runs his tongue across his bottom lip, recalling the last time you listened to Steve's omega.
You two brats came up with the brilliant idea for you to flirt with a stranger at Ari's bar as a way to rile your Alpha up. In turn, Ari came up with the even more brilliant idea to kick everyone out and edge you on his bar counter until morning.
Leaving you needy and begging and crying and so desperate to cum that you were promising to do anything he wanted.
And the look on your face when he told you the only thing he wanted was to see how long your greedy little pussy could go without his cock was priceless.
Four hours.
You couldn't go more than four hours before you completely broke and every trace of brattiness dripped out of your body onto his hardwood floors right next to your pretty tears and sweet slick.
That was two days ago and clearly, the lesson didn't stick.
Judging by the way Steve's girl is gazing at the other two omegas, her eyes growing impossibly wide, her head shaking, mouth clearing forming the words, don't do that, you haven't learned a damn thing.
Steve also notices and he lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a resigned sigh. "You sure about that?"
"Like I said, she knows better than to fuck with me again." Taking a slow pull from his beer, he observes you gesture something vulgar with your hands as you talk, Bucky immediately slamming his palm down into the water in agreement, splashing all three of you. His hell yes echoes across the yard.
You feel the heat of his gaze burning across your back and you glance over your shoulder at amused Alpha. A smirk spreads across Ari's lips as he takes in the defiant glint in your eyes.
"And if for some reason my sweet girl has forgotten what happens to bratty little Omegas who think they can play with their Alphas, I'll be glad to spend all weekend reminding her over and over.” His tone darkens and he leans forward, resting his elbow on his knee. “In fact, I’ve been waiting for her to fuck up so I could show off my new toys. We might not make it to your dinner on Sunday.”
Steve lets out a long laugh, tossing his head back. “Don’t worry, I get the feeling, I’m going to be busy myself, Bucky is this close to corrupting my Bunny and my poor girl has no idea what I’m going to do to her when he does. Let’s plan for next week.”
SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.
Warnings: Cursing, Angst.
CHAPTER THREE
“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.
“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”
“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.
Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.
“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”
“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.
Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..
“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.
“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”
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“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.
There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.
You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.
“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.
Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”
You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”
“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.
“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”
“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.
“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”
“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.
In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.
“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.
And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?
Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.
“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”
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“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.
Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.
Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.
Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”
“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.
“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.
“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.
“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”
You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?
“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.
“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.
You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.
But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.
Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!
To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.
You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.
summary: You've haven't been with Bucky and Steve for very long but you already know that you want to be bonded to them. The opportunity comes sooner than later when Bucky suddenly goes into rut for the first time since the 40's.
warnings: body insecurities(bucky doesn't like his prosthetic/scars), threesome/poly relationship, p in v sex, knotting/abo dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, possessive stucky, breeding kink, handjobs, fingering, some cum play, oral fixation/finger sucking, brief vagina spanking, breast play, unprotected sex, biting, mentioned oral sex, metal arm kink, praise kink, pet names(doll, puppy, angel, peach, pretty girl, sweets)
a/n: the much requested part 2 of happy ending! this is also my 1st full length smut. i've been hesistant to write smut bc i worry about the pacing, i would love some feedback!
smut! minors dni
Bucky is a little, well, clingy today. More than usual.
When you giggle at your phone he’s suddenly poking your sides with his socked feet. “What’s so funny?” He asks with a pout. “Just a meme of Stevie,” you hum, typing a response. Meanwhile the blonde focuses on his crossword (he’s long since given up understanding internet humor). Bucky frowns as he sits up, feeling left out. “What’s a me-me?”
You grin as you boop his nose, “you’re so cute. It’s called a meme and a funny picture or video from the internet.” You show him the blurry image of your boyfriend with a glass in his hand. He appears to be in the middle of talking, with his mouth curled up in a goofy smirk while winking dramatically.
Under it was a bubble of text from you that read: “omg is that when Thor brought Asgardian mead?” That’s when he sees the contact at the top of the screen: a picture of Natasha with the name ‘Red Scare’ below it. And a kissy face. Suddenly the me-me doesn’t seem as funny anymore.
He’s quiet for a moment before suddenly wrapping you in his thick arms, pulling you against his chest and laying down. You squeal in surprise but giggle as he places loud kisses against your face, his stubble tickling your skin. He smirks in satisfaction when he notices your phone dropped on the floor. Steve watches curiously. He's known Bucky long enough to spot the thinly veiled jealousy but says nothing, simply enjoying your shrieks of laughter and the other alpha’s satisfied scent.
Later that day when the blonde announces he is going on a run (because even on a lazy day he has to exercise) Bucky is not happy. “Do you remember this morning when you asked me to stay in bed? And I told you if I stay in bed now I’m gonna have to run later?” Steve asks as if he’s talking to a child. Bucky grumbles, curling into your side like a large cat.
You kiss his head while scratching his back. Your attempts to sooth him seem to work as he winds his mismatched arms around your waist. Your other boyfriend smiles at the sight and is just stepping out the door when Bucky speaks up.
“Will Sam be there?”
The deep growl in his voice has you (embarrassingly enough) clenching your thighs in an attempt to hide your sudden arousal. You hope they won’t notice but of course they do. You feel their burning gaze fix on you for a moment before they try to mask their reactions. You had yet to do anything beyond heavy petting together, Bucky is very bodyshy thanks to Hydra and you and Steve don’t want to pressure him.
You watch the blonde clench his jaw before managing an answer, his voice sounding strained. “No, he’s busy with Tony. Something about upgrading Redwing.”
Bucky responds with a simple “good” before leaning in to nibble on your earlobe. You shiver as Steve blushes, obviously affected by the possessiveness in your partner’s tone, before hurriedly exiting the apartment. You suppress a smirk at the thought of Captain America himself trying to hide an erection in those grey sweatpants he insists on wearing.
After about an hour of restlessness Bucky manhandles you into his lap, making you gasp in surprise. A teasing smirk plays on his lips, “why don’t we give Stevie a little show when he gets home?”
You nod embarrassingly fast as his lips descend upon yours, a little rougher than usual but you love it. Eventually his mouth pulls away from yours, making you whine in protest but it turns into a moan as he trails kisses across your jaw and neck. Suddenly the omega part of your brain starts nagging you: nest. Nest. Nest.
You try to focus on Bucky but being the annoyingly perfect alpha he is, he quickly notices your conflict. “Hey, what’s wrong, baby doll?”
You pout, not feeling like talking and really just wanting to kiss him again, but he holds you in place by grabbing the back of your neck. You can’t help but whine at his grip. You feel his cock harden under you but he remains stern. “What’s. Wrong.”
That time it doesn’t sound like a question. You start playing with his hair, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I don’t know. Can we… go to bed? It’s comfier.
Bucky wants to hit himself. Of course! Omegas like soft things! He glares at the couch under you, planning to buy a new one as soon as possible. It’s not good enough for you. Without a word he stands with you in his arms, making you cling to him with a suprised squeak. He looks at your favorite blanket for a moment before grabbing it as well, carrying you both to your bedroom.
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When Steve opens your suite he’s almost knocked down by the scent. It’s you and Bucky but stronger. And sweeter. He can hear you two talking now in hushed voices. “Alpha’s home,” Bucky giggles, followed by kissing noises. Despite the need rushing through his body Steve grins. His mates are adorable.
He stalks to your bedroom, swinging the door open a little too roughly. You jump at the loud sound. Steve wants to apologize but he’s too distracted by the gorgeous sight in front of him. You and Bucky are tangled up amongst the softest pillows and blankets you own. You’re still in Bucky’s pajama shirt you were wearing when he left but you’ve lost your sweatpants, leaving you in lacy blue panties.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks, a protective growl in his voice. You pause, a confused pout on your lips. “I’m sorry, I thought it was ok for us to do stuff alone” you mumble, scent becoming distressed. Alpha’s upset with you. Normally you would have no problem sassing Steve but you’re feeling especially sensitive today and don’t like his gruff tone.
Bucky pulls you closer, wrapping you in a blanket and sending a disgruntled look to Steve for upsetting you. The blonde shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. “What? No ─ that’s not what I meant. I love seeing you and Buck together, you never need my permission for that. Or anything.”
You peer at him from your spot tucked against Bucky. “Oh… then why did you sound all growly?”
Steve runs a hand through his short hair in exasperation. “Do you not realize what’s going on?”
You crane your head to look up at Bucky, who seems equally puzzled. “We were kissing…” he trails off innocently. “I think you two are scent blind,” the blonde grumbles, finally approaching the bed. “You’re in rut,” he states, pointing at Bucky. “And it’s sending you into heat,” he points at you.
You furrow your brow. “But it’s not my team for my heat yet.” You look at the brunet quizzically. “When’s the last rut you had?”
“I don’t know, before the war I guess?”
You let out a sad whine as you nuzzle into his neck. Steve takes his boyfriend’s hands with a pained look on his face, “oh, Buck.” Suddenly, insecurity creeps into your mind. You pull away from Bucky’s hold to meet his eyes. “Wait, is that the only reason you want this? Because of your rut?”
“Of course not, angel. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”
“What took you so long!?” You whine, offended at the thought of being deprived of Bucky dick for so long. He lets out a sad sigh, avoiding eye contact. “I was afraid of losing control and hurting one of you. Plus my arm… it ain’t pretty.”
You feel your heartbreak at the confession. Steve’s face turns deadly serious as he cups his boyfriend’s face. “Buck, look at me. You’re beautiful. I’m just as attracted to you as I was back then and I always will be. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you, alpha.”
“Exactly. I actually find it kind of sexy,” you purr, stroking Bucky’s jaw line. You watch with satisfaction as it clenches under your feathery touch.
“Doll…” He trails off, obviously not convinced.
“I’m serious. A super strong arm that never gets tired? That’s straight out of a wet dream.” His gaze grows darker, making you shiver. “Really?” He asks lowly. You crawl into his lap with an affirmative hum. “I’ve thought about how good your arm would feel when I’m in heat. How nice and cool it would be against my body.”
Steve watches the two of you closely, overcome with affection and lust. Watching you comfort Bucky reassures what he already knew ─ you’re perfect for them. “Yeah?” Bucky whispers. “Yeah,” you purr, lips brushing his. “Knot me, alpha. Please.” Steve licks his lips, voice rough when he speaks. “Don’t make our girl wait, Buck.”
Something in Bucky seems to snap as he rolls you over, pinning you under his body. “Tell me what you need, pup.”
“Wanna feel you,” You whimper, tugging at his clothes desperately. He rumbles a “good girl” in approval then sits up so he’s straddling you, pulling his shirt off over his head. You try not to drool as your hands wander his sculpted body, fingers running over the thin trail of hair that leads to his bulge.
Steve grabs him by the back of his head, smashing their lips together. You feel your panties dampen at the sight. You reach out to the blonde’s shirt (that’s still on for some reason) and pull gently, hoping that will send your message. He pulls away from Bucky, looking down at you with a smirk. “Need something, peach?”
His dominant tone has you squirming but Bucky’s strong thighs hold you in place. “Off,” you simply demand, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins, discarding both his shirt and his pants. You hold back a whine at the sight of his perfect body, tugging him in bed so you can kiss him too.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” Bucky teases gruffly as you and the blonde pull apart. You’re about to sit up to help him take off your top but a loud rip makes you freeze. “Sorry doll,” he grunts, not sounding very sorry as he discards the torn fabric, hands going straight for your breasts. “God, these tits.”
Steve nips your jaw. “Don’t apologize. She liked it.” He grabs your cheeks in one large hand, making you look at him. “You love how strong our alpha is, don’t you, peach?”
“Yes, yes, I love it,” you babble, gasping again when Bucky does the same thing to your panties. “Oh baby doll, you’re so beautiful. Look at how wet you are,” he muses, kneeling between your thighs so he can slowly rub your clit. He uses his metal hand to hold down your hips as begans to finger you. “Need you, alphas,” you whimper, a new wave of heat crashing through you as Steve plays with your swollen nipples.
“I know, I know, pretty girl, but I gotta stretch you out first. You’re so fucking tight,” Bucky groans. He scissors his fingers inside of you until you're arching off the bed, shoving more of your breasts in Steve’s face. “I’m ready, I’m ready, please,” you beg.
Bucky growls, taking off his underwear in one swift motion then goes back to kneeling between your thighs. He pushes your legs into the air so he can rub his cock against your hole. You gasp at the size. “Tell me if I hurt you doll.”
You nod desperately. “I will, Buck. Promise.”
He smirks at your neediness, finally pushing in with a deep groan. You whimper at the fullness when he bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass. He studies your face, making sure you aren’t in pain. Normally you would coo at his sweetness but all you can manage is a whimper of, “please alpha.”
Bucky growls, thrusting into you so hard the bed shakes. He’s borderline feral from going so long without a rut as his hips snap against yours. “Good girl. Just lay there and take it” he growls roughly. Both you and Steve moan at his words.
You notice the blonde jacking himself off beside you and clumsily put your hand over his. “Aw, you wanna make me cum, sweets?” He pants. You nod desperately as Bucky grunts above you. “Cum on her tits.”
Steve obeys, moving so he’s kneeling beside you with his large dick pointed at your chest. You continue to twist your hand around him, sighing lovingly. “I really love your cocks.” Both men chuckle breathlessly at your words. “So good for us. Isn’t she, Buck?” Steve coos, looking at your other partner.
“The best. Our perfect mate,” Bucky praises gruffly. You preen at his words. Suddenly you twist off the bed with a loud moan as he hits your G spot. “There, there! Don’t stop!”
“I don’t plan to,” Bucky pants, lifting your hips so he can angle himself even deeper inside of you. “That’s right, pup. Fucking scream for me.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Steve groans, twitching in your grasp. “Make a mess on me,” you whimper through labored breaths, peering up at him. With a growl he releases on your chest and face. You use your tongue to lick away some of his cum as Bucky grunts above you. “You want my knot, pup?”
“Please, I want it so bad,” you whimper. The sight of you pleading, covered in your other partner’s seed, is enough to push him over the edge. “Cum for me,” he commands gruffly. Your orgasm hits you hard, making you cry out in pleasure as Bucky fills you up. You whimper as the brunet leans over you but it turns into a gasp when he sinks his teeth into your neck. The sharp sting quickly fades to ecstasy.
You're overwhelmed as you feel the bond form between you, simply whining into warm skin. He gently kisses the small wound, nuzzling into you. Steve watches with soft eyes. “Come on, sweetheart. Why don’t you be a good girl and bite him back?”
You’re filled with a new rush of energy as you angle his head to the side, placing your own mark on him. He moans in your ear, “oh doll, I can feel ya.” You sigh happily, pecking his shoulder. “I feel you too, Buck.”
He rumbles happily before rolling the two of you over so you’re spooning. You whimper as his knot is jostled inside of you but it turns into a content sigh when he throws his metal arm across your sweaty body. Steve moves to get up, making you whine in panic. He coos soothingly, “aw, it’s alright peach. I’m just getting a rag to clean you up.”
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You start to get restless as Bucky’s knot goes down inside of you, squirming as the familiar need washes over you. “You need to be fucked again, sweetheart?” Steve asks, trailing a large hand to your sex. He groans at the sight, “oh alpha, her hole is just leaking.”
Bucky growls possessively, rutting into you unexpectedly. “Don’t want my cum dripping out of you, puppy,” he grits out against the shell of your ear. You whimper helplessly in his strong hold. “Don’t worry Buck, we’ll keep her full,” Steve soothes, cupping your pussy. “Then when she needs a rest we’ll fuck each other.”
You whimper at his filthy words as Bucky growls behind you. “I get to fuck you first. I missed that tight ass.” He kisses behind your ear, “you wanna watch me bend Stevie over? Make him cum untouched?” You clench around him at the mental image. “Yes, please.”
Bucky hums against your skin. “But first, Steve needs to bond you, doesn’t he? I think you’re ready for another knot.” As always, he’s right. Your tummy starts fluttering in anticipation. “I’m gonna pull out,” the brunet announces, squeezing your hip.
Before you can protest you’re suddenly empty. You can only whine for a moment as Steve rolls you over on your back. Once he gets you into position he wastes no time thrusting his cock inside of you. You squeak in surprise as his thrusts rock your body, making Bucky coo. “Fuck, you’re big,” you whine. Steve smirks proudly, “you can take it, sweets. You were made for us.”
You whine at his words as Bucky descends onto your breasts, still sensitive from Steve’s earlier activities.
“Am I hitting your sweet spot, pretty girl?” The blonde grunts above you. You can tell by his smug tone he already knows the answer. “Yes, so good,” you mewl as you fist one hand in Bucky’s locks. His beard scratches your sensitive skin, quickly soothed by his warmed mouth.
“Fuck, I love these tits. Imagine ‘em when she’s pregnant,” Bucky growls against your heated skin. He’s too far gone to have a filter at this point but you love it, a high pitched moan leaving your lips. “You like that peach? Wanna be knocked up by your alphas?” Steve pants.
Your head is too fuzzy to respond, overwhelmed in the best way. Bucky gently slaps your clit at your lack of response, shocking both you and Steve. You clench around his cock at the light sting. “Answer your alpha, doll,” Bucky demands. You whimper. “Yes Stevie, I want you to knock me up,” you manage, looking to the brunet for approval.
He rumbles happily as the man above you slams into you even harder. Bucky runs a thumb over your swollen lip. You instantly kiss the digit. He smirks as he gets an idea, shoving two fingers in your mouth. You began to suck on them with a content look on your face.
“You just needed something in your mouth, didn’t ya, baby doll? I would let you suck my dick but I don’t wanna be in Stevie’s way when he bite’s ya.”
“After,” you manage to respond around his thick fingers. He smirks, the scent of pleased alpha making your head spin. “Ya hear that Stevie? Our pretty ‘mega wants to suck us off.”
“You’re gonna look so good on your knees, peach,” Steve growls above you. You can only whimper at the filthy promise as a familiar pressure begans to build in your stomach. “Gonna cum,” you mewl around Bucky’s fingers, spit running down your chin. “Me too, sweets. You gonna milk my knot?” The blonde growls, hips snapping against you.
Bucky pulls his wet digits from your mouth and uses them to rub your sensitive clit. “Go on doll, make a mess,” he urgers. The stimulation is all you need to push you over. Your arch of the bed with a gasp. The blonde continues to hit your g spot as your legs tremble, before he cums inside you with a growl. He bends over to bite you under Bucky’s mark as his seed drips down your thighs.
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You lay on the bed, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted from bonding with two super soldiers. Your mates move around you to clean you up and tuck you in. They grab any pillows or stuffed animals that fell from your nest and place them around you.
Steve fetches you some gatorade as Bucky curls up behind you. When the blonde returns he makes you sit up, despite your multiple protests, to sip on the healthy drink. “Good girl,” he praises, petting your head. You grin at his words as you sink back into your pillows. “Rest now, princess. When you wake up it’ll be time to eat,” Bucky croons sweetly in your ear. “Then I can eat you.”
You whimper as Steve joins you in bed. “Don’t get her excited, she needs rest,” he lightly scolds, wrapping around you protectively. Bucky looks at his boyfriend teasingly. "I know, that’s why I’m gonna fuck you while she rests.” You pout. "Wanna watch,” you protest drowsily with a yawn. Steve pets your hair soothingly. “Of course, sweet girl. We’ll wait for you ─ won’t we, Bucky?”
Bucky peers at him through dark lashes. “Yes, alpha. I’ll be good,” he coos, only half jokingly. Steve’s cock twitches against your soft thigh. “Tease,” he growls. He only smirks in response. Enclosed in their strong arms and comforting scents you let yourself drift to sleep.
Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C 3 - Free Space - Alpha!Steve Rogers
Pairing: Alpha(Mobster) Steve Rogers x ???!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, Steve being a rude asshole, injured reader, your boss is an asshole, remorse
Rating: Mature
Words: 1,9 k
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Drink, now,” snapping his fingers, one of the guests' barks orders at the waitress. The poor girl flinches, and hurriedly walks away. You can’t blame her, though. Your boss didn’t tell you all the people at the party will be rude, self-centered, and well, complete douches. “You, come back.”
“Sir, can I help you?” you’re not a waitress, but try to help your colleague out. “What do you want? Bourbon, Whiskey, some manners?”
“What did you just say,” he slowly turns around, and the hairs on your neck stand as the tall alpha turns his attention toward you. “Repeat yourself, BETA!” He can’t scent you and immediately assumes you are only a beta.
“I asked you if you want a drink, Sir,” you try to not show you despise men like him. Rich. Spoiled. Aggressive. His suit is tailor-made, and his Tom Ford shoes cost more than half of your wardrobe, still, he lacks in manners. “Sir.”
“Where is the other girl? The cute and submissive one,” he chuckles as you make a face. Alphas are even worse than rich men. “What? Don’t you like to be a good girl too?”
“If you don’t want a drink, I’ll leave and take care of the food I made for the party. Choose now, Sir,” you’re slowly losing your patience here. Usually, you are a friendly and patient person, but this guy is getting on your nerves with his cocky smirk and the way he looks down at you.
“Nah, I don’t want you to serve me a drink. Send one of the cute girls over here,” you huff, but bite your tongue.
“I’ll look if anyone is free to serve you your drink,” turning to leave, you ignore the alpha huffs behind your back. “If not, over there is a bar. You can always get yourself a drink. You’re a grown man after all.”
He growls as you make your way back toward the buffet to check on the food. You smile to yourself as you just stood your ground against the tall and bulgy alpha.
“What a rude guy,” one of the waitresses complains. “Why is the boss never around if you need them. Three guys tried to feel me up, and another poured his drink over my shirt, yelling wet t-shirt contest.”
“Grown men acting like horny teens when in a pack,” you quip. “Go and get a new shirt from the trunk of my car. I’ll cover for you meanwhile. I always bring spare clothes with me. One of the shirts should be your size.”
She smiles softly as you hand her the keys to your car. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” she coos. “I’ll be right back, promised.”
“Take your time, I’ve got this,” taking her tray you flash her a smile. “It’s no problem at all.”
While your colleague moves to the back entrance, you start to make your round. You offer drinks to drunk guys, avoid getting groped, and put on your sweetest fake smile.
“Out of my way,” you yelp as someone runs you over. He pushes you out of his way, ignoring you ended up on the ground, crying out in pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize the alpha you angered some hours ago.
“Miss. Shit,” another man makes his way through the people crowding you. “Someone, call an ambulance. Her hand is bleeding, and the fingers don’t look good.” The man strips his jacket off to put it under your head. “Miss do not move too much. I’m afraid your arm is broken. Looks bad.”
You whimper as you glance at your bleeding arm. “I tried to catch my fall,” you sniffle. “It hurts.”
“I know, doll,” the man runs his hand over your hair. “The ambulance will be here in a minute, okay.”
“Okay.”
“Clint, move your ass and check if they are on their way. I want them here in two minutes,” you flinch at his outburst. “It’s okay. They will help you, doll. This looks like a FOOSH injury to me. I broke my hand when I was a kid. I fell and tried to catch my fall.”
“I—” the pain is overwhelming, and the scent hitting you from behind your back doesn’t help. You can sense the alpha from before and it makes you curl into a ball.
“Sir, you can’t fire me! I broke my hand at one of your parties! Who will make your canapes now?” he shrugs, ignoring that you tear up. It was your dream to open your own catering firm, just not so soon. “Please, I need the job.”
“You are fired,” he points at your hand. “You’re useless to me with a broken hand. If you want to sue me, you can try.” Now he smirks darkly. “Go ahead, beta. We will see what happens if you do.”
“Fuck you,” you twirl around to storm out of his office, cursing his birth on your way out. “What do I do now?”
“Steve, you must apologize to the poor girl! I was at her boss’ office, and she got fired because of you. You broke her fucking hand,” Bucky growls at his best friend. “What’s wrong with you lately? Only as Peggy left you for some beta, you can’t run that girl over and just move on.”
“I didn’t know she got fired,” Steve sighs deeply. “She was a feisty bitch, and I was mad at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.”
“You saw her on the ground and didn’t do shit, Steve. Why?”
“Buck, you already took care of her. The moment I stepped closer she curled into a ball, and I didn’t want to scare her even more. I’m not some asshole hurting a girl on purpose. I just—” running his fingers through his hair Steve sighs deeply. “I saw Peggy at the party, in the arms of yet another man. She was on her way out of the back entrance when I ran the girl over.”
“Fine,” Bucky says. “Either way, you will apologize to her. Here’s her address. Buy some flowers and go to the girl.”
“What? I can’t just stand on her doorstep Buck. What will she do?” Steve makes a face. “Punk, she will call the cops or worse.”
“What’s worse than ending up in jail, Stevie,” the brunette smirks. “Come on, spill it.”
“What if she freaks out or cries. Bucky, she will believe I hurt her on purpose. How can she not? I can’t go to her,” hands-on his hips Steve tries to stay adamant. “I can send her flowers, though.”
“You will not send her flowers, Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky just used his alpha voice on his friend, making Steve growl in response. “We are friends since childhood, but this doesn’t mean I will not beat you into a pulp. Be a man and apologize.”
“Fuck’s sake,” taking the piece of paper with you address out of Bucky’s hands, the blonde alpha grumbles under his breath. “Which flowers do you want me to buy?”
“Be creative, Steve. Go to a flower shop and tell them you ran the poor girl over. Find flowers telling her I’m sorry for running you over and that I was a douche…”
“Red roses, lilies, gerbera, asters, and squills,” Steve clears his throat as he stands in front of your door with a huge bouquet in his arms. “Squills say forgive me for being a rude douche the best.”
He straightens his tie with his free hand, not knowing why he’s nervous. You are just a random girl he ran over at a party. Steve takes a deep breath as he lifts his fist to knock at your door.
“Coming,” you coo from the other side of the door. “What can I—? You?” looking the alpha up and down, you frown deeply. “What do you want here?”
“Uh—I,” he huffs before pushing the flowers in your hand. “I came to apologize. I didn’t want to run you over. You see, girl.” He clears his throat, tugging at his tie, “I saw someone from my past and wanted to—”
“You wanted to what, Sir?”
“Honestly,” he nervously laughs, “I don’t know. She left me for some beta, telling me I’m too aggressive and rough. He looks down at his hands, shaking his head. “Maybe she was right. I was rude to the waitress and you for no reason. Then I ran you over.”
“I don’t know why you came here. You shouldn’t buy me flowers,” you step back when Steve moves toward you. “Stay away from me.”
“Doll,” you scrunch up your nose at the pet name. It’s the same the other man used at the party, “I’m sorry I ran you over. Can I come in and we can talk things out?”
“No. I’m good. Really,” like hell. You will not let a foreign alpha step inside your apartment. “Thanks for the flowers and all. My hand is barely hurting, and I’ll find a job in no time. No biggie.”
“Let me inside,” he cocks his head as you seem to react to his alpha voice. Betas usually don’t hear the difference or smell his scent changes when he’s angry or nervous. “Girl, what are you hiding.” He’s sizing you up now. “Something is odd about you.”
“Ah, ha-ha…thanks for the compliment. You have a way to apologize, that’s a fact,” you try to get rid of the alpha, hoping he will just leave. “Listen, you can go now. Please.”
“Bucky said I must make sure you are alright,” Steve takes another step toward your door and another until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “Let me check on you.”
“I’m good,” swallowing thickly you try to hide that his scent makes your toes curl. “I got a nice cast around my hand, and all.”
“I don’t even know your name,” shit, he cups the back of your neck and rubs his thumb over your mating gland, humming. “I knew it. You’re omega. A feisty little thing too.”
“You need to go. Now,” while you fight your hindbrain and try not to give in to the alpha, he dips his head to press his nose to your scent gland. “Go—please.” You whimper.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
“I’m Steve. Now let me in and we can talk about what happened at the party. I want to know why you are using a scent blocker to hide from your alpha.”
“You’re not my alpha,” pushing against his chest with your working hand you try to make the alpha budge. “I mean it. Go home!”
“I can scent you, doll. It’s a faint scent, but it’s enough to let me know you are mine,” he doesn’t expect you to slap his cheek hard when he tries to kiss you.
“Dude! I don’t even know you. Get a hold of yourself, Sir,” Steve smirks as you straighten your oversized sleep shirt. “Now, if you would excuse me. I want to go back to sleep.”
“I want to come in. Please let me show you that I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”
“Why would I? You’re a stranger who just tried to get grabby,” you push against his chest, making him stumble back. “If you want to get to know me better, come back. If not, leave me alone.”
You slam the door in his face. “What the fuck just happened?” Steve stands there in stunned silence, laughing as you are the first woman rejecting him.
Warnings: fluff, implied Sambucky, I had to throw in a couple surprise characters because I love them so much, a/b/o dynamics, pregnant!reader
WC: 950
Minors DNI
Steve sighed as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Today had been exhausting. He had meeting after meeting with people who he didn’t like about things he could care less about. Bucky and Sam were off canoodling somewhere so he had to train with the recruits which resulted in him not being able to burn off the steam he normally could with the other super soldier.
Then, Pietro had run into him and made him spill his coffee all over the shirt you had given him which you doused in your scent. The final straw was the broken elevator in your building so he had to do the 8 floor walk-up hauling all of the groceries for that week. His senses were very overwhelmed and it made him feel sick and sluggish.
He dragged his feet as he reached your floor, broad shoulders slumped, eyes tired and a tight ache in his head that could only be cured with your touch. A big weight lifted from his chest when his key slid into the lock and the dark wood door opened to the warm and cozy apartment.
The smell of cookies and flowers were ever present among the overstuffed sofa and fluffy rugs. A basket of extra blankets and pillows sat in the corner by the gas fireplace, the senior cat, aptly named Fluffmaster, who had been adopted a few months before, sleeping soundly on them. A large pot sat on the stove, the smell of Steve’s favourite stew wafting towards him.
With a deep exhale, his entire body relaxed, a smile overcoming his face. He dropped the canvas bags on the counter, quickly putting away all the food so he could go find you. You were probably taking a nap in your nest, waiting for him to come home. Slipping off his shoes, Steve tiptoed further into the apartment, careful not to wake you if you were sleeping.
You were his safe haven, the one person he wasn’t scared to be himself around. Since the moment you came into his life, he knew you were it, his forever, his omega. And ever since you had gotten pregnant, his heart felt so full, more than he ever thought possible.
Slowly opening the door, his smile widened at the sight before him. Completely surrounded by blankets, you were sound asleep, hand resting on your extended belly, heavy breasts barely contained by the soft cotton bralette which was the only thing that your sensitive chest could handle. Pulling off his shirt and shucking off his jeans, the alpha sighed happily and crawled into the bed behind you, careful not to disturb your nest as he settled on the mattress.
You chirped as you scented him, your unconscious mind seeking out his warmth and comfort. “Go back to sleep ‘mega. Get some rest.” A strong arm wrapped around you, his hand spanning over your stomach, his absolute favourite part of your body. He wedged his muscular thigh between your chubby thighs, taking some of the pressure off your back. You sighed happily, giving a purr that sent a warm feeling through your bond.
Steve kissed your head and allowed his blue eyes to shut, a calmness overcoming him as he drifted to sleep.
“Good evening alpha.” A little voice stirred him from sleep. His arm tightened around what he thought was his perfect little omega but as his eyes fluttered open, he realised he was just holding your body pillow that you used when he couldn’t be next to you. “Omega?” “Right here alpha.”
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, bowl of soup in your hand, his shirt covering your frame. “Long day my love?” “Like you wouldn’t believe.” He grumbled, scooting closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, immediately soothing the pounding headache. “How can I make it better?”
“Tell me about your day.” You motioned for him to sit against the headboard with you, handing him the stew. “Well, Layla came over today with Marc and we had a nice cup of tea together and I gave them those books I found for Steven. Then I started cooking and I watched that new oceans documentary with Fluffmaster and then had a shower and took a nap. The pup was kicking a lot today, they obviously missed their papa a lot.” Steve leaned against you, savouring the food you always made perfectly, the soup warming his belly.
“I missed my babies too. Wish I could’ve stayed home with you both.” “You were out saving the world my love.” You kissed his forehead and took the empty bowl back, placing it on the side table. Steve huffed and placed his head on your large stomach, smiling when the baby gave a small kick right under his ear. “You are my world though.” He whined. “Oh pup.”
He nuzzled in closer to you, needing the comfort of your scent. “I love you.” He whispered to your unborn child. “We love you too alpha.” Your thick arms wrapped around his shoulders, laying a small kiss to the top of his head, “We’ll always be here for you when you need it.” “Do you think you could stop Sam and Bucky from blowing off work to go hookup in their offices?”
You giggled, the sound he loved most in the world, and gave him a big squeeze. “We used to be just as bad my love, give them some slack.” He grumbled but didn’t respond. “How about you take the day off tomorrow and we’ll spend it together. How does that sound?” “That sounds perfect.”
Pairings: Alpha!Bucky X Omega!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Stucky X Omega!Reader
Word Count: 3,062
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, SMUT ( unprotected sex ( on this blog I'm shocked), p in v sex, double penetration, breeding kink ( of course), fingering, oral ( m and f receiving), and creampie ( multiple times)
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MINORS DNI
It's a cool autumn afternoon. You've been working on building your nest all day. Grabbing all of the comfy blankets and pillows. Along with Bucky and Steve's shirts. While you prepare, Bucky and Steve were out getting supplies for your upcoming heat. You're only mated with Bucky, but Steve has been courting you as well. For now, while Buck is taking care of you, Steve takes care of everything else or steps in when Bucky needs a break, and you just want to be held. Steve was a Sigma before the serum. A dominant omega in simple terms. Bucky, however, was already an alpha, the serum enhancing that to become one of the only Alpha primes. His Alpha commands overrule Steve's. He doesn't like using them, though.
When you and Bucky first got together, Steve never showed interest in claiming an Omega. Perfectly content being Your's and Bucky's friend. But after some time around you, he couldn't help but fall for you. He approached both of you and asked if he could court you. He didn't want to go right into mating and marking you. You had been on suppressants for so long your cycles weren't regular, and none of you knew how having two alphas would affect you. Curling up in the nest you worked so hard on, your hand brushes the raised bumps of the mark Bucky left on you. Looking at the time, they should be home soon.
Heading into the kitchen, you decide to make some food. The two men were bound to be hungry after being out all day. Looking through the cabinets, you decide on pasta. Getting everything you need and setting it on the counter next to the stove. Grabbing a pot and filling it with water. Now the boring part, waiting for water to boil. You sit down in one of the chairs at the island in the middle of the kitchen and pull out your phone, and scrolling. While zoning out on your phone, the scent of the two alphas wafts into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath in and out, you head into the garage. As soon as you open the door, both men pop their heads up.
Bucky steps out from behind the car door. " Hey Bunny, whatever your cooking smells great." He says, getting a few things from the truck. Steve comes up beside him, grabbing a few things as well. "Buck, I'm only boiling water right now." you chuckle. He walks up next to you, arms full of groceries and supplies. " Must be you then that smell delicious, good thing we went out you're getting close. " He says with a peck to your forehead as he passes. You smirk. Steve comes up, his arms also full of supplies. " Mmm, he is right. You do smell good." Steve states and also gives you a kiss on his forehead. Rolling your eyes. You head in and go back to the stove. Bucky continues bringing in things from the car while Steve puts everything away meticulously.
You pour the pasta in, giving it a quick stir, and then start making the sauce. Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Nuzzling his face into your neck where his mark is. You whimper and get a moan back from Bucky. You turn around, giving him a quick kiss. " Mmm, so sweet Bunny. " he moans. You slap his shoulder playfully. " Calm yourself, Barnes. There will be plenty of time for shenanigans soon." You state, turning back to your pasta. Bucky huffs and leans against the counter next to you. Steve comes to the other side of you and sticks his fingers in the saucepan licking his fingers and pulling it out with a pop. " You slap his arm. " No more fingers in the sauce, Rogers!" You snap. " Both of you go do something while I'm cooking. Actually, add your shirts to the nest. You are wearing my favorites." You say while shooing them both away.
Both men roll their eyes and head to the shared bedroom. Stripping their shirts and laying in the nest, getting their scent all over everything. Bucky moves to his side to face Steve, who is on his back, arms behind his head.
" I've been thinking, Steve," Bucky says. " oh no, don't hurt yourself." Steve chuckles. Bucky swats his arm. " No, seriously, I'm thinking with this next heat, you can join in and mark her. You've been courting long enough. I have a feeling this is gonna be an intense one too." Bucky says, looking at the blond man next to him. Steve stares back at him. " Buck, I don't know. Don't you think she should have a few more with just you? I don't want to overwhelm her." Steve grumbles, shifting his body towards Bucky. Bucky smiles softly at the blond. " You won't. She loves you so much. She would be thrilled to have us both finally. In fact, why don't we ask her?" He says.
You're just finishing up the pasta when you hear Bucky call for you. You head into the bedroom. Both men lay facing you. Bucky reaches out with grabby hands towards you. "mere Bun." he whines. Grabbing you and placing you on top of him. He gives you a quick kiss and paces you between him and Steve. " So, sweetheart. Steve and I were just talking, and we wanted to run something by you. We were wondering if you were ready for Steve to officially join this upcoming heat and mark you?" he asked. You squeal and roll over onto Steve, catching the large man off guard, staddling him, so your legs are on either side of his hips. You lean down and give him a kiss. He reaches up and places a hand on either side of your face and deepens it. " I take that as a yes?" Steve asks after breaking apart the kiss. " Yes, of course!" you exclaim. The men chuckle. Both of them kiss a cheek. You cuddle for a bit, then go eat the food you made. Spending the next could days preparing for the upcoming heat.
Bucky and Steve are out in the surrounding woods doing who knows what. You stayed back snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. All of a sudden, a wave of pain crashes over you. Oh shit. They would be away when your heat arrives. You can't feel Bucky over the bond either he is too far away. Damn him, he knows better. You crawl to your bedroom, where the nest is, and text the group chat.
Both of their phones go off. Reading the message from you, they both pick up their things and head back to the house. On the way there, Bucky senses some uneasiness from Steve. " Hey, are you ok?" Bucky asks. Steve nods. " Yeah, just nervous is all. I'm used to you doing everything and me basically handling the aftercare. What if I'm not enough." Steve replies. Eyes dropping to the ground. Bucky places one of his arms around Steve's shoulders and pulls him towards him. " Well, first off, confidence is vital. Secondly, if you are worried about size, don't. I've seen what you're packing. You'll be fine. Her, on the other hand, she is not prepared for the two of us together." Bucky assures Steve. Steve shakes his head with a smirk.
As they head into the house, your scent hits them in the face like a mack truck. You pheromones tickling their senses. Both men let out a low, quiet growl and head to the nest. Seeing you curled up and whimpering sends a twitch right to their cocks. You feel and smell their closeness to you. " Hey Bunny, Stevie, and I are here now. We are going to take care of you. I'm going to let Steve go first, ok." Bucky coos kissing his mark on your neck. Sending shivers down your spine. Feeling you wiggle into him causes Steve to groan.
You flip over to face him, and he immediately kisses you passionately. Bucky is rubbing your back. You whine into Steve's mouth. " Please, Steve, it hurts. I need you." you cry. Steve disposes of his shirt and yours and pulls you close. The heat from his body providing a small amount of relief, but you craved more. He kisses your lips, down to your collar bone. Down your stomach, to just above your clothed mound. He places a soft kiss over your clothed clit, making your back arch slightly and a moan escape your mouth. " That's my pretty girl. You like it when I kiss your clit. Want me to do more?" He coos looking up at you from between your legs.
You nod your head. " Use your words Bunny, like a good girl." He declares. Your breath hitches. You've never seen Steve like this. Let's hope he is like this outside of heat too. " Please, Steve, I need more, please," you beg. Steve runs a knuckle down your clothed slit. Feeling your slick building up makes his eyes roll, imagining how wet you will be around his knot. He can't wait to dive into those velvety walls that send Bucky into a frenzy. But he will have to this is about you and making sure you were taken care of. Can't have you suffering now, can he?
He pulls down your panties. Your slick making your pussy glisten. He looks up at you while his lips attach to your swollen nub. Your sweet moans are music to his ears. He continues licking and sucking at your core. Whines and whimpers filling the room. Reverberating off of the walls. He finds your entrance with his fingers, slowly breaking the surface tension. You groan, and it takes all his might not to plunge into you at that moment. " My god Bunny. I've barely started, and you're so tight around my fingers," he remarks. You wiggle a bit. " Please, Steve, I'm so close," you whisper.
He throws your legs over his shoulder and dives in, licking and sucking while his fingers dive in and out of your soaking hole. A coil builds up in your belly as his fingers massage the spongy patch. You look down at him, and the eye contact causes that coil to snap. Your back lifting off the bed. The noise leaving you is borderline pornographic. Steve's strong hands gripping your hips as he continues to devour you through your orgasm. Your slick running down his chin, and he comes up to kiss you. Your wetness swapping between you.
Bucky pulls you in for a kiss so he can get a taste as well. There is a collective groan from the three of you. Steve is stripping off his pants. " Oh baby, you look wrecked already, and I haven't even given you my cock yet. Are you sure you can take it?" He sighed. He crawls back over to you, laying on his back. You knew it was a rhetorical question. You crawl down, so your ass is facing Bucky, and you do a few kittens licks to Steve's swollen head. Causing him to hiss. " Fuck, sweetheart, you going to suck my cock. Get it all nice and wet before I fuck you till you can't remember your own name." He groans.
You lick up his entire length while cupping his balls. You slowly take him in inch by inch, eliciting some beautiful noises from the blond. He grabs your chin while your mouth is full of his cock. " Look at me while you suck me. I wanna see the tears as I fuck your pretty mouth," he growls as he reaches back and grabs a fistful of your hair, and begins to thrust up into your throat. Bucky can see your slick build-up as Steve face fucks you. Causing the brunet to let out a low growl. Steve pulls out of your mouth and lets you catch your breathing. Pulling you up, so you are straddling him again.
You hover about him and grab his shaft, and line it up with your entrance. Slowly sinking down, he fills you up. His cock was fully sheathed in your warm wetness. Both of you let out a moan. " Fuck so tight around me, baby." He coos. You start moving your hips, and steve grabs on to them, moving you in circles. The tip of his cock massaging your cervix. You aren't going to last long. As the coil builds up inside you once again. Steve moves his hands to cup your ass, lifting you up slightly, and he thrust up into you. " Fuck Steve, that feels so good. Your cock stretches me to just right."
You cry out. " Fuck yes, baby can't wait to fill you to the brim with my cum. I'm going to fuck a litter of pups into you. Can't wait to see you swell with my babies." He hissed. He can feel his words causing you to milk him. " Is that what you want. Do you want to have mine and Bucky's pups inside you?" He teases. Just then, the coil inside you snaps. " FUCK YES!" You scream. Your obscene sounds cause Steve to go over the edge, and his knot swells inside of you. He pulls you close to him as he bites down on the opposite side of Bucky's mating mark. Sinking his teeth into you. Collapsing on top of him, waiting for it to deflate so he may exit you. Kissing you profoundly and hungrily. The ache you felt before dissipating as you finally received a knot and his mating mark. The new bond sending electricity throughout your body.
Bucky is palming himself while drinking in the scene before him. Who knew seeing you be pleased by his best friend would make him so painfully hard. Knowing your moans are from the filthy actions of another man, Another alpha. As you two finish, He pulls you off of the blond, so you are face down into the nest. He pulls your hips up, so your ass is in the air.
Wasting no time, he spits on his fingers and plunges them into your dripping core, causing you to yelp. Bucky's fingers are coated in your mess, and Steve's, he pops them into his mouth and lets out a deep feral moan. " Fuck, who knew you would taste so good with Stevie's cum inside you. I can't wait till you are round with our litter Bunny. Not sure how I'm going to keep my hands off of you." He growls. He pulls you against his chest. His metal arm is around your chest, massaging your breast, and he enters you in one swift thrust. Both of you let out a cry. Already you can feel your orgasm building. Bucky reaches around and rubs your oversensitive nub. You shake as your orgasm releases.
Bucky pulls out from behind you, crawling underneath you. Giving a wink to Steve. Steve gets up from the nest.
Bucky lower you back down on his cock. Both of you throw your head back. You sense Steve behind you. He leans down and kisses your new mark from him, causing you to whimper and tighten around Bucky. " Hey Bunny, how about you have Steve and me together to seal the bonds," Bucky asks. You look at him and then tilt your head back to look at Steve. " Ok, we can do that," you say softly, still recovering from your last orgasm. " I'm warning you now, love, once we do this, you won't be able to walk away," Bucky warns. "I know. I want this. I want you," you lean down and kiss Bucky. " and I want you." You tilt your head back again and pull Steve in for a kiss. "My alphas" You coo.
Bucky thrusts up into you a few times while Steve strokes himself a few times. Steve pops his fingers in your mouth to get them all coated before pushing them into your hole already occupied by Bucky. Both you and Bucky let out guttural groans from the pressure. Steve works his fingers, stretching you out, preparing for you to have both of them inside you. He has your spit on his hand then rubs it up and down his shaft. He slowly slides into you.
Feeling you grip him and feeling Bucky's cock rub against him has him moaning into your ear. Both men halt movement to let you accommodate both of them. You take a few deep breaths. The sting of both men inside you diminishing. You nod, and they start moving. " Fuck" both men sigh in unison. " I'm not going to last long like this princess." Bucky sighs. " Me either," Steve grunts. Bucky reaches up and rubs your clit. Steve Reaches around and pinches your nipples, causing you to spasm around them. " Fuck I'm gonna cum." you whine. " Mmm, do it, sweetheart," Steve commands in your ear. With that, you let go and clench around both men.
Screaming at the top of your lungs, and your orgasm takes over. Both men speed up, and you can feel their thrust getting sloppy and their knots inflating. Both men cum at the same time with ferocity. Both men were absolutely feral. Slowly they pulled out once able to. All three of you collapse in the nest. You curl up to Steve's chest when Bucky heads to the bathroom.
Bucky returns with a warm washcloth to find you nuzzled up to Steve. His arms around you whispering in your ear as he rubs your shoulder. " Oh, I see how it is. He gives you a couple of good orgasms and a knot, and he is your favorite now." Bucky jest. " You're such an asshole; get over here." You teased. Steve laughing next to you. Both men take turns cleaning you up. Peppering your body with kisses. You've never felt more loved than in this moment. You knew you would live a long, happy life with your two Alphas. They couldn't be any more satisfied with the situation themselves.
Alpha!steve getting turned on when he sees you wearing his shirt
Nsfw, 18+
Your heat was Steve’s favorite time of the month. A week of you non-stop horny and needy for him. All an alpha could ever ask of his omega. You come to him, hot and ready and he’d take you in various positions for hours.
It had barely been a hour since he last made you cum on his cock when you came wondering out the room, rubbing the sleepy out of your eyes, “Steve?”
“In here ‘mega.” He called out. You followed his voice to the living room, seeing him sitting on the couch, shirtless and in his boxers. His eyes darkened seeing you in his shirt, which stopped right below your ass. His cock jumped at the sight, “C’mere,” He nodded you over, pulling you into his lap when you reached him, “Sleep well?”
“Mhmm,” You nodded, burying your face in his neck, “Need you, alpha.”
“Already?” He smirked, running his hands up your thighs and over your ass, noticing your missing panties.
You nodded again, “Please.” You lifted up, pecking his lips, grinding your hips down onto him.
Steve wasted no time pulling his dick out, rubbing himself through your folds before he lined himself up with you and you slide yourself down onto, “Fuck,” He gritted, tensing at the way your pussy wrapped tightly around him. You moaned into his mouth as you fully seated yourself onto him.
“Go head ‘mega, fuck yourself on my dick.” He coached you. You obeyed, placing your hands on his shoulders and slowly started lifting yourself up and down, crying out at the delicious burn from him stretching your walls out. Steve couldn’t help himself as he reached up to smack your ass, “Just like that.”
“Alpha!” You whined as he began to thrust his hips up, meeting you half way, “So good, feel so good” You clenched around him, quickly approaching your end.
Steve took your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple before pulling away with a pop, “You gonna fun on your alpha’s fat cock? Hm?” He questioned, smacking your ass again, “You take me so fucking well baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your flush against him, both of your grinding into each other, “Cum for me,”
You hold onto Steve, foreheads pressed together and panting into each others mouths as you came around him. Your body shook as Steve held you close, releasing his heavy load deep inside of you, his knot locking the two of you together, “I love you.” You purred as he kissed over your marked scenting gland
