haywire - nsfw bucky barnes & john walker
word count: 1.7k disclaimer: rough sex. fully consensual although not explicitly stated. mean bucky. a/n: so I have never written a threesome before... uhhhh. it's mean!Bucky's world and John and reader are just living in it
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how you ended up in this situation was... a mystery, to say the least.
Bucky was laid out on the bed, sheets mussed beneath him. you lay on top of him, fully exposed in the dimly lit room. the evening sun melts into the horizon, what little light is left bleeding through the blinds and onto your skin.
you lie with your head resting on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut, the vision of the ceiling fan above you drifting in and out of view. he's got your legs lazily spread over his own, holding them apart. you feel his fingers roaming over the plush of your stomach, going back and forth between your thighs and your breasts, pinching your skin as he goes to keep you on edge.
a quick pinch to one of your nipples has you gasping and letting out a sharper noise than the whines you're already producing.
between your thighs, John's mouth works you diligently, his face buried in you so deep you can practically feel the beard burn already developing on your sensitive skin. he feels wet and warm and perfect, you can't help but buck your hips up against him.
"enough of that," you hear in your ear from behind you, the words accompanied by a quick slap to your outer thigh. his voice is even lower and more menacing when he orders you, "stay put."
another whimper escapes your mouth as you try your best to get a grip on yourself, forcing your muscles to tense up and quit squirming.
John's thumb comes to rub at your clit while his tongue slips deeper inside you, as though in apology. it's more efficient this way, you think, and you try to cover your mouth with your hands as your moans grow louder, breathier.
you're almost there, doubling down on your efforts to not move against his mouth, when you're caught off guard by a metal hand sharply grabbing your jaw. the pressure is more than enough to hurt as he holds you, growling into your ear,
"I didn't say you could come."
you cry out softly when he says that, and your whole body mourns the loss when John pulls away from you, the delicious contact now gone. your breathing goes haywire, unable to steady itself, all while your hips begin rutting up desperately, craving the friction to reach the high that was just lost.
"please," you whimper.
"stop moving, or you'll be in for a world of pain," Bucky hisses into your ear, and another sob escapes you. you force yourself to calm, letting your body lay idly on top of him.
you rest there for a moment, wallowing, your mind overwhelmed by your physical desires now going unsatisfied. you try your best not to let out your cries of desperation, waiting for him to say something, or do something, anything at all. you're so worked up that the silence does nothing but exacerbate your craving for either of them to just touch you again.
Bucky's metal hand holds your jaw in place, not once slackening his grip. he looks down at you from over your shoulder, his flesh hand beginning to make its way down between your legs.
"look at that," he coos, teasing you with one finger, "he got you all wet and ready for me, hmm?"
you try to nod in agreement, to appease him, whatever he wants, but his hand on your jaw still doesn't let up. you let out another low whimper in place of a response, trying to convey your acknowledgement of his words.
you're taken aback when he suddenly brings his hand down on you, hard, between your legs. you let out another sob, unable to mask it this time, and it's as though every sense in your body has come alight.
you do your best to even your breathing and compose yourself before you get in trouble again.
"well, I don't plan on fucking your drippy little hole tonight," he hisses.
fuck.
his metal hand leaves your jaw, just for a moment, to grab something off the bedside table and chuck it at John's chest. you don't even clock what it is, too focused on the soreness in your jaw from where Bucky gripped you. it takes every ounce of your willpower to not rub at the tenderness for fear of getting punished further.
he brings his hand back to grip the lower half of your face once more, tilting your head in his direction so he can speak directly into your ear.
"legs to your chest, now. hold them there. keep them spread."
you're unable to contain your whimper as you bring your hands to grasp at the backs of your thighs, just above your knees, and pull your legs back towards your torso.
you feel so on display right now, so vulnerable, at the every whim of the man laying beneath you. it's overwhelming.
once you've done as he's asked, he uses his grip on your face to position your head to face downwards. you look down to where John is kneeling between your legs, watching this whole thing play out. your gaze meet his, and his pupils are equally as blown back as yours.
"now you're going to beg him to prep you so I can fuck your tight little ass, babydoll."
you whine again, humiliated beyond belief, eyes cinching shut as you feel all your dignity being stripped away from you.
"please," you whisper. not good enough.
"try again," you hear his voice in your ear, threatening. "eyes open. like you mean it this time."
another whine. you force your eyes open, trying not to let your tears spill over. the second your eyes are open, you immediately meet his gaze once more.
"please, John," you sob, and the tears you tried so hard to will away spill over, trickling down the sides of your face.
your tears seem to please Bucky, because you feel him give a quick nod from behind you, and John doesn't wait another second.
you can't do anything but lay there and take it as you feel him coat your hole and his own fingers in lube where did that come from? before pressing one finger in.
"oh, god," you moan, voice shaky and terribly high-pitched. you try your best to keep your hands in position, holding your legs in place, but you're incredibly distracted and you're sweating so much that the task proves difficult.
one of John's hands comes to rest on the back of your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you, before moving upwards to rest atop your own hand where it meets the back of your knee.
Bucky's watching like a hawk over your shoulder, surveilling and studying each and every one of both of your moves.
he studies your face, the way your jaw tightens and your eyes pinch shut again when John pushes a second finger in and begins to stretch you out.
"you can take it, I know you can," Bucky whispers to you, his tone still mocking, even now. you hiss slightly, trying to adjust to the motions between your legs.
a few more minutes pass this way, and when you begin to settle, Bucky takes it as his sign to keep going. he brings his hands to yours, moving them back to your sides and letting your legs go. John withdraws his fingers and pulls back, observing your fucked-out expression, the way your eyes are shut dully.
you're so out of it, letting Bucky manhandle you however he wants. he sits the both of you upwards and adjusts your positioning so you're on your knees in front of him. you reach your hands out to John's shoulders, leaning your weight against him, unable to hold yourself up.
you distantly hear Bucky repositioning, although only inches away from you, it sounds as though he's miles away.
and then his hands are on you, drawing your hips back to meet his. his hands feel wet and sticky on your skin with lube, and next thing you know, he's pressing in and stretching you open for him. your resulting cry is near hysterical.
your mind goes blank, your whole body leaning against John's as he supports your weight. you don't get a single moment of peace before Bucky's in your ear again. "come on, baby, tell him. tell him what a slut you are, that you've let me fuck this ass before, ain't that right, hmm?"
you can barely comprehend his words, your mind effectively shut off from how overstimulated you are.
"look him in the eyes and tell him," he growls, planting a rough slap on your ass, forcing another cry from high in your throat. you will your eyes open again.
the look on his face is nothing short of pure lust and desire, but even in your stupor, it's clear that he's just as susceptible to Bucky's directives as you are. he holds himself back, every move a calculated decision, careful not to act out of place.
"'s true," is all you can get out, before Bucky lands another slap on your ass, and you cry out for what is likely the millionth time tonight.
"you want him to fuck your little pussy, now, hmm? would you like that?"
you nod fervently in approval before your head falls back against Bucky's shoulder behind you, too weary to support its weight any longer.
"what do you say?" Bucky coos at you condescendingly, although sounding softer than he has all night.
"please," you whine out, and John doesn't hesitate. his hands come to your waist, watching your face carefully as he inches closer to you, gently stroking himself before lining himself up against you.
all the breath is pushed from your lungs once he fills you, the feeling of being taken from both front and back causing your brain to short-circuit entirely. your body has gone limp, only being held up thanks to the fact that you're pinned so tightly between the two of them.
you feel so mindless, so far away...
until Bucky begins to move behind you, and you're brought right back to the present moment. it's all so much, too much...
it's perfect.
"now you're gonna be a doll and let us fuck you how we want, isn't that right, baby?"
"yes, daddy..." you manage to breathe out.
you feel his metal hand wrap itself in your hair from behind, once again trapping your head in place. "and you're not going to come until I fucking say you can, got it?"
you have a feeling you're going to get in trouble for not listening to that last part.
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