Riding Lessons - Three
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader X Dbf!Steve
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your family’s cabin for the weekend. The only problem? That’s the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. It’s fine, though, there’s plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and I’m hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but I’ve always been a hot mess so we’ll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one Part Two
~*~
“Ah! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!” Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
“Yeah, we just finished yoga,” you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
You’re both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
“You gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.”
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you won’t be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
“Wanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.”
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
You look good enough to eat in your sweaty yoga clothes, and he needs to discretely adjust his boner as he watches a drop of sweat bury itself in your cleavage. God, he wishes he could lick it up and then fuck you till you’re crying.
He’d give you a better workout than any yoga instructor ever could.
“You ladies can still come this weekend. Us old farts are gonna be watching the game and fishing for most of the weekend, so you ladies will be free to sunbathe and paint your nails and talk about boys all you want.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, accentuating your bust and making it so much harder for Bucky to keep his cool.
“Is that really what you think we do all day?” You ask, sass dripping from your voice.
A smile tugs at the corner of Bucky’s mouth when your eyes finally meet his, and he can see you swallow hard and squeeze your soft thighs together.
“I’m okay to go, still,” Wanda pipes in, smiling encouragingly at you when you raise your eyebrows.
“You don’t have to, Wanda. Don’t feel pressured just because they're standing right there,” You whisper, though secretly all you want is to go because Bucky and Steve are gonna be there.
The memory of the last time you saw both of them together has been playing in your head since the barbecue.
Steve’s eager tongue between your legs, lapping up the mess that Bucky made and not stopping until his face was just as messy.
His beard glistened in the sun when the three of you finally made it back outside, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
All the while, Bucky kept shooting you knowing glances, letting you know that that wouldn’t be the end of things.
She shakes her head and smiles again, “it’ll still be fun. Besides, now we won’t have to worry about anyone breaking in and killing us like in that movie we watched.”
You groan and shake your head, but a grin finds your lips anyway.
Perfect.
A weekend with your best friend and the two men who practically own you. What more could a girl ask for?
~*~
“Okay, ladies! You two are gonna be sharing the room down the hall. If you get up at all during the night and see someone on the couch, don’t panic. It’s just this big lug,” your dad says with a grin, patting Steve’s shoulder.
The blond man grins at you, mischief in his eyes, then looks over at where Bucky stands, his eyes focused on yours.
You swallow hard and nod, grabbing Wanda’s hand and tugging her toward what’s going to be your bedroom for the weekend.
“Oh. My. God!” She exclaims as soon as the door’s closed, a wicked grin on her face.
You groan loudly and collapse on the bed.
“I told you!” You grumble, shaking your head in disbelief.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you’re regretting coming to the cabin with them.
“They were pretty much fucking you with their eyes the whole time! And your and your dad really has no idea?” She asks in a whisper, sitting next to you on the bed and poking your shoulder until you look at her.
“He has no clue, dude. Fuck, this was a mistake. I’m not gonna be able to survive the weekend. I’m not. I’m gonna die. I’m going to explode or dad's gonna find out or-”
“Stop overreacting! If you guys haven’t been caught after the whole barbecue thing, I doubt you’re gonna get caught at all. Have fun. You’re only young once, and those guys are hot as fuck. If you don’t fuck them this weekend then I’m going to.”
You roll your eyes but push yourself into a seated position anyway.
“Fuck, I guess you’re right. It’ll be fine. They’re not gonna be obvious about it, right?”
Wanda nods and roots through her suitcase to find her bathing suit
“Right. Now, let's go get some sun!”
~*~
Wrong.
You were wrong.
You were so fucking wrong.
You and Wanda are lying down on the lounge chairs on the patio of the cabin overlooking the lake, iced teas beside you and soft music playing, when they walk by.
Each of them clad only in their swim trunks, thick muscular bodies on display for your hungry eyes.
You can’t help but devour them, and they’re not discreet in doing the same to you.
Bucky goes so far as to stand directly in front of your lounge chair, a smile on his lips as he takes in the sight of your beautiful body draped in only a red bikini.
“You ladies put sunblock on?” Steve asks, his eyes focusing on your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face.
You shake your head, “that kind of defeats the whole purpose of getting some sun, Steve.”
Bucky leans down slightly and trails his fingers over your inner calf, stopping above your knee and then tapping your inner thigh gently.
“You want some help putting it on, crybaby? Hmm?”
You inhale sharply, thighs squeezing together but he grabs the flesh quickly, giving you a stern look.
Your eyes flicker over his shoulder to Steve, whose gaze is focused on you as Bucky brings his hand up to grab your face. He leans closer, his lips grazing your cheek for just a moment before his teeth nip at your ear.
“You gonna ride my face when your dad falls asleep tonight, princess?”
You nod immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes as he slowly pulls away.
“You guys comin’ or what?” Your dad’s voice calls from around the side of the cabin.
Bucky steps back and rises to his full height, adjusting his boner then plastering a stunning smile on his handsome face.
“Yeah! Just got caught up.”
They both take their leave, each glancing over their shoulder at you before disappearing around the house.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Wanda whistles lowly.
“I don’t know how you’re not melted into a puddle right now. If either of those men did that to me I’d probably die on the spot. Like, I don’t understand how you do it. You’re one lucky bitch, I’ll tell you that much.”
You take a deep breath and sink an inch lower in the lounge chair, heart racing and eyes squeezed shut.
“Wanda, I don’t think I’m gonna survive this,” you confess, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
She giggles and shakes her head at you, relaxing in the lounge chair.
“Why not have fun with it? I mean, they clearly are. Might as well give it right back to them,” she notes.
You slowly pull your hands away from your face and look over at her, intrigue written across your face.
“I’m just saying that two -or, three I guess- can play this game. They wanna tease you? Tease ‘em right back. I’m sure whatever they have in store for you after will be worth it anyway, so might as well have fun.”
You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment, pondering her words.
“But how? I don’t wanna be obvious and have my dad find out.”
She shrugs, “just do little things. We’ve got popsicles in the freezer, right? Go offer them one.” She punctuates her sentence with a wink and you feel a smile creep across your face.
You rise off of the lounge chair and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get inside and grab a popsicle.
You pull it out of the wrapping and lather it with saliva, then head to the bathroom to adjust your bikini top in the mirror.
Once you’re positive that you look good enough to eat, you make your way back outside, smiling at Wanda when she laughs as you pass by.
You follow the path that Steve and Bucky took around the side of the cabin where your dad keeps all the fishing gear, wrapping your lips around the popsicle and sucking the sweet taste into your mouth when you finally catch a glimpse of the two men.
“Hey, kiddo. Everything okay?” Your dad asks, not looking up from the supplies he’s gathering.
“Yeah, everything’s good. I just wanted to see if any of you wanted a popsicle.” You drag your tongue up the underside of the popsicle right as Bucky and Steve lift their gazes to you, and the look on their faces says it all.
Steve stays quiet, but Bucky takes a step towards you and cocks his head to the side.
“I’m okay for now, darling. I’ve already got a sweet treat planned after dinner. Don’t wanna have too much now.”
The way his eyes rake over your figure has you feeling the ghost of his touch between your legs, and your thighs clench. Something that does not go unnoticed by the two of them.
You bat your eyelashes innocently at the two of them, taking the popsicle deep in your throat for a moment and humming around it before pulling it back out.
A string of saliva connects your lips and the popsicle for a long moment before you lick your lips, and you grin when the two men adjust themselves in their swim trunks.
“Okay. Just wanted to come and offer. Do you want anything, Steve?” You turn pointedly toward the blond, your free hand stroking your breasts through your bikini top, playing with your hardened nipple for a moment before dropping down to rest at your side.
Steve swallows hard and gives you a look that has a shiver racing down your spine.
“I’m good, sweetheart, thank you. Might take you up on that later though.” His dark eyes tell you that he wants your lips wrapped around something other than the popsicle, and you giggle softly.
“Okay. If you fellas change your mind just let me know. I don’t mind bringing them out to you.” You lick up the popsicle one last time before turning on your heel and walking away, your ass bouncing with every step you take and you can feel them watching you.
“All right boys, let's get this boat out in the water!”
~*~
The rest of the afternoon is peaceful, with your dad and his friends fishing and you and Wanda enjoying the sun while the ache between your legs only worsens.
By the time dinner’s on the table, you’re beyond ready to deal with your aching clit on your own, but one look at the two delicious men at the table and you halt those thoughts in their tracks.
Your dad sits at one end of the table and Bucky sits at the other, with you and Wanda between them on one side and Steve seated across from the two of you.
With a pile of steaming food on your plate, you find yourself hungry for something else, unable to concentrate on the conversations going on around you as your mind wanders to all the dirty things these men could do to you. All the things they plan on doing to you.
Lifting your eyes slowly, you watch Steve as he talks to Wanda about some science thing she’s working on in school.
Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you slowly raise your foot and straighten your leg under the table, watching the way his lips quirk upward when your foot caresses his calf.
You slowly drag your foot upwards until you reach his thigh, then dare to move further watching him closely as you stroke the bulge in his pants.
His hips move forward the tiniest bit and he clears his throat, shifting his weight and shooting you a glance, daring you to continue.
You can’t help but grin, taking a sip of your drink and stroking him again.
Your eyes flutter over to the man on your right and you almost choke on your drink at the way he’s looking at you.
He’s obviously aware of what you’re doing, and you have to stop yourself from giggling.
You tease Steve beneath the table for the rest of the meal, stroking his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts and relishing in the way he looks at you. Promising a punishment that you’re beyond excited for.
~*~
“Okay folks, you guys ready?” Your dad shouts from the doc, Steve beside him helping set up the fireworks.
You and Wanda both cheer, excited about the fireworks.
They begin setting them off and the two of you watch in awe as your attention is captured.
“I’m gonna go down on the swing to watch, wanna come?” Wanda asks, stepping towards the stairs leading down to the porch swing.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna grab a sweater.”
She nods and heads down to the swing.
As you turn to the cabin to get a sweater, you freeze in your tracks.
Bucky’s leaning against the sliding glass door, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and his dark eyes trained on you.
“B-Bucky. I didn’t hear you come out.”
You mentally curse yourself for being reduced to a stuttering mess whenever he's around.
“You had fun with Steve, huh?”
You swallow hard and lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed.
He pushes off the door and steps toward you, forcing you to back up until your back hits the railing of the deck.
You’re trapped between the wood and his hard body and you don’t know what to do.
“You’ve been teasing us all day, crybaby. That’s not something a good girl does, is it?”
You tilt your head back to look at him as the fireworks explode overhead, his eyes illuminated for a brief moment before darkness masks his face once again.
“I was just returning the favour, James.”
Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at attention and fuck, he loves hearing it come from your pretty lips.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan now? Because, the way I see it, he and I have every right to do whatever we want to this sweet, tight body of yours. I could spin you around, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt till you’re crying. Right outside in front of your friend and your dad. Is that what you want, baby?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he’s already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck.
You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as another firework bursts overhead.
His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your dress, and he lets out a soft curse when he finds you bare and wet for him.
“You’re really playing with fire here, crybaby, you know that?” He whispers, his lips trailing over your neck as his fingers slowly slide through your folds.
You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your dad and Steve are.
All the way down at the dock.
Surely too far away to make out exactly what’s going on.
Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand, and he chuckles softly.
“You’re so easy, crybaby. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum? For me to have you begging and crying?”
You hum softly, rocking your hips in time with his fingers.
“Maybe you should remind me,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you’ve been all day.
He laughs softly, his fingers not slowing as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you cum? Wanna cream all over my fingers like the good little slut I know you are?”
You nod eagerly, your body wound tight and ready for the sweet release you know he can bring you.
He chuckles quietly and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, then grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back until it’s resting on his shoulder.
“Good girls get to cum. Bad girls get punished. Meet me in the living room at one and you’ll get what you deserve, princess.”
With that, he releases you and takes a step away, then bounds down the stairs and onto the grass, giving Wanda a wink on his way.
You stay leaning against the railing, breathing hard and squeezing your thighs together in frustration.
These two are gonna be the death of you. But what a way to go.
~*~
You toss and turn all night, unable to get even a wink of sleep as you count down the minutes until 1am.
Eventually, the clock strikes one, but you find yourself paralyzed with fear and anticipation.
What will they do to you?
What if your dad finds out?
Oh god, this can’t end well.
Finally mustering up your courage, and using the cover of just needing a glass of water, you venture out of your room and slowly make your way through the cabin.
The lights in the living room are off, and you let out a sigh of relief.
They probably got the hint after waiting for fifteen minutes.
Disappointment and relief play tug-of-war with your heart as you get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.
At least now you’ll probably be able to finally get some sleep. Just as soon as you deal with your aching clit.
“You know, Steve didn’t think you’d show. But I knew you’d make it.”
You tense up at the sound of his smooth voice, searching for the source of it in the darkness of the room.
“And, though I’m glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence, punctuality is important to me.” His voice slowly gets closer until you can make out the outline of his body in the darkness.
“I-I’m sorry,” you try softly, setting your glass down and bracing your hands on the counter behind your back.
“After all the teasing today? No, you’re not. But you will be.” His firm hands find your waist with ease, and then he’s spinning you around and bending you over across the kitchen island.
You huff out a surprised gasp when a second set of hands pushes your hair away from your face.
“How are we gonna punish our sweet girl, Buck?” Steve’s voice asks from in front of you.
You swallow hard as the oversized shirt you’re wearing gets pushed up your back, your panties yanked down your thighs next.
“Hmm...” Bucky acts as if he’s thinking as his hands caress the globes of your ass, but he already knows what he’s got planned for you.
“How about... one for every minute you were late?” He punctuates his question with a particularly rough smack to your ass, and you yelp softly only for Steve to cover your mouth with his large hand.
“I think that sounds like a good idea,” the blond agrees.
Without giving you any warning, the brunet’s hand comes down hard on your ass again, and you jolt away from the pain as much as you’re able to from your position on the counter.
He spanks you again, then again, and twice more after that, and pretty soon tears are prickling at your eyes and the ache between your thighs has morphed into a throb.
You’re mumbling pleas and apologies into Steve’s hand, and both men can’t help but coo at how adorable you look.
With each strike of his hand against your ass, you crawl closer and closer to the edge, your climax just out of reach when he finally whispers ‘fifteen’.
“Good girl. There you go, you pretty little thing. Took it like a champ,” Bucky praises as he massages your aching flesh.
You whine softly, cheeks tear-stained and glistening.
Steve releases your mouth and leans down to kiss your forehead.
“You’re such a good girl for us, honey. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers softly, his voice gentle and kind.
Your insides get warm and fuzzy at the praise from both of them and you can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth.
“Now, sweet girl. You gonna let me eat your pretty pussy? I remember you saying you’d ride my face. Well, what are you waiting for, honey?”
He helps you stand on your shaky legs, then leads you into the living room with Steve hot on your heels.
Each man has a hand somewhere on your body, and you don’t hate it. In fact, you could die happily in their arms.
After an orgasm, of course.
Bucky lies down on the couch on his back while Steve turns on a dim lamp in the corner of the room, giving you just enough light to see where each man is.
“C’mon, baby. Lemme taste that pretty pussy. I’ve missed her.”
You climb nervously onto the couch, nodding at the questioning look on his face, then position yourself with your knees on either side of his head and your pussy right above his mouth.
“None of that hovering shit, sweetheart. I’m a man, not a boy. I can handle you. I wanna feel you ride my face.”
He grabs your hips and yanks them down until your weight is firmly resting on his face, and then his talented tongue is working your clit.
“O-oh!” You exclaim, tumbling forward and grabbing onto the arm of the couch for stability.
“Oh God... Bucky... oh fuck...”
He works your body like he’s spent years studying it, finding every angle that makes you twitch.
Steve comes to stand at the edge of the couch, smoothing his hands through your hair and cupping your face, forcing you to look up at him through glossy eyes as his friend brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“You look so pretty riding his face, honey. So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips with his.
The kiss is intense and passionate, and you can’t help but whine softly against his mouth when his fingers dart beneath your shirt to tug on your nipples.
Bucky’s hands slide over your thighs, pulling you further onto his face while his tongue attacks your clit.
You moan into Steve’s mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the bare skin.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper against his mouth, leaning your chest into his hands as he fondles your breasts.
“Do it, honey. Cum all over his face. C’mon, sweet girl,” Steve coaxes, tugging and twisting your nipples and nipping at your bottom lip while you rock your hips against Bucky’s face.
The additional stimulation pushes you over the edge quickly, and you crumple forward against Steve’s chest, panting against his mouth as you convulse.
He supports your weight while Bucky licks you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of your walls spasming and fluttering while you whimper and moan against Steve.
“Good girl... fuck, you’re such a good girl for us,” Steve praises, hugging you to his chest for a moment then helping you off of Bucky’s face.
The brunet sits up and pulls you to sit on his lap, his beard glistening in the dim light of the room.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you deeply.
You taste yourself on his mouth and can’t help but sigh into it.
Something about the way he’s so comfortable being sexual with you, so open and confident without a hint of insecurity makes you so unbelievably attracted to him.
You rock your hips on his lap, wanting -no, needing- more.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren't you?” He muses against your lips, pulling back to look at you.
You nod, breathing heavily and wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock inside you.
“Please fuck me,” you beg softly, lust-filled eyes trained on him.
He groans softly and nods, pushing you to lie down on your back.
You huff out a breath and sit up while he rises, yanking your shirt off and watching as he and Steve drop their sweatpants.
Steve comes to kneel at your head while Bucky makes his way between your thighs again.
“Buck says I’m not allowed to fuck you, sweetheart,” Steve whispers. “Not yet, anyway. Punk wants to keep that sweet tight cunt to himself and, honestly, I don’t blame him. Still can’t help but be jealous. I’d love to feel your squeeze me, princess. Fuck, I dream of the day when I can finally cum inside you, pump you full.”
You squirm on the couch, desperate to be filled with cock and cum, and the two men share a soft chuckle.
“Getting our girl all worked up, Stevie. Look at how desperate she is.”
‘Our girl’. You can’t help but sigh at that.
You belong to them, to both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Steve rubs the tip of his hot cock against your lips, smearing a bead of precum around and chuckling softly when your mouth drops open.
“You’re just desperate for cock at this point, aren’t you?” He questions softly, pushing into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue.
You can only nod slightly, not wanting to disturb him as he plays with your mouth.
Bucky’s hands rub gently along your thighs, smoothing over the skin and sending shivers racing up your spine.
“You like teasing her, huh?” He asks, a smile on his face as he watches his friend have fun with you.
“She makes it hard not to,” Steve admits, slowly pushing his cock down your throat.
You brace one hand above your head on his thigh, trying hard to keep your throat open and push your gag reflex down as he starts thrusting gently.
“Aw, look at how nice he’s being, Angel. Treating you like you’re fragile or something,” Bucky says with a chuckle, using one hand to guide his cock to your dripping hole while the other hand shoves your shirt up above your breasts, two fingers pinching your nipple.
“We all know that’s not true though, don’t we?” He punctuates his question with a harsh thrust that kisses your cervix and you can’t help but moan around Steve’s length, trying to suppress the cough that wants to follow.
The brunet feels proud at how well you take his cock, like your body was made specifically for him. And he plans on taking complete advantage of that.
His pace is even, each thrust rough enough to have a soft moan falling from your mouth and every time a noise comes from you, Steve moans from above you. The vibrations combined with how hot and wet your mouth is has the blond trying desperately to hold onto his composure.
You feel so full.
So completely stuffed from both ends and you’ve never been happier.
Bucky fits perfectly in your cunt, each drag of his girth along your walls has sparks shooting to your clit, a type of stimulation you didn’t think you’d get from penetration alone - yet here you are.
Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, getting closer and closer with each thrust of Bucky’s hips and every tug of your hair in Steve’s hand.
Your senses are clouded. Nothing exists beyond Bucky in your cunt and Steve in your mouth. All you can taste, feel, hear, and smell is the three of you and you’d love to bask in it forever.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Nice n’ tight... wet... shit, honey, you feel like heaven, you know that? God, I could fuck this sweet little pussy all night. Might just have to.”
Bucky’s words have you gushing around him, a moan vibrating against Steve’s cock again and the blond can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, honey. Shit... I tried to be gentle but fuck, you feel too good. I’m sorry.” With that, he holds your head in both hands and begins fucking your throat like you’re nothing more than a fucktoy.
He uses you to get off. He ignores your gags and coughs and the tears running down your temples and he fucks you like he owns you.
And between your thighs, Bucky does the same thing.
He has your hips hoisted up slightly, the angle allowing him to get so much deeper and fuck you so much harder. His hands are firmly planted on your hips, gripping so tightly that you know you’re going to have bruises in the morning but you also don’t care.
His cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and you can’t stop the moans from falling between gags.
Everything is too much. The pleasure between your legs mixes so beautifully with all the pain and it pushes you over the edge, your climax slamming into you like a train.
“Fuck... can feel you cumming, sweet girl. Fuck, that’s right... cream on my cock, princess. It’s all yours, you know that,” Bucky murmurs, grunting at the vice-like grip your cunt has on his cock.
Steve doesn’t last much longer, yanking his cock out of his mouth and furiously stroking it until ropes of his cum are bursting out and painting your face.
You cough and gasp, moaning far louder than you really should as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm and Steve cums on your face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in his cum, baby. So fuckin’ pretty. M’gonna fill you up now. Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum then send you back to bed leaking. You want that? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You nod immediately, your hands finding his chest as his thrusts get sloppy.
Your nails dig into the meat of his chest and break the skin, but you’re both so far gone in your pleasure that you hardly register that.
All that matters is him pumping you full of cum exactly like he said he would.
“Please,” you whisper roughly, dragging your nails down his arms until your fingers are wrapped around his wrists - so thick that you can’t even touch the tip of your thumb to your middle finger.
“Fuck, baby. You ready for it? Yeah?” He asks, piercing blue eyes focused on your fucked-out face.
It takes two more thrusts for him to meet his high and then he’s making good on his promise.
He paints your walls white, fills you with warmth exactly like he said he would, and you feel so whole and content at that moment.
With Steve stroking your hair and Bucky smoothing his hands over your thighs, you feel happy.
A content sigh falls from your lips and you settle deeper into the couch, exhaustion creeping up on you.
“Did we fuck you to sleep, pretty girl?” Steve asks softly, his fingers wiping the mess off of your face gently.
You only hum in response, the sound scratchy and hoarse.
He chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before straightening up and tugging his boxers on.
“How do you feel, honey?” Bucky asks gently, his eyes soft and full of something that has your heart jumping in your chest.
You nod your response then clear your throat when he raises his eyebrows expectantly.
“Sore,” you manage to whisper, your lids feeling heavy.
The two men share a soft chuckle and Bucky pulls you onto his lap so you’re cradled in his arms, his softening cock still lodged inside of you.
“How about we go take a quick shower to get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can put you to bed.”
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and wind your arms around his strong body.
“Will you stay with me?” You ask softly, the question muffled slightly from where your lips are pressed against his skin.
He rubs his hands across your back and then a second set of hands is smoothing over your hair.
“We can’t stay for too long, Princess, but definitely until you fall asleep,” Bucky whispers, peppering kisses along any skin exposed to him.
Steve nods his agreement and pushes your hair aside to allow him to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
“Now c’mon, crybaby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
