Playing With Fire 🔥
Chapter 22: It’s All Fun and Games…
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Pairings: Shuri x Bucky Barnes, Shuri x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Shuri x Steve Rogers
Word Count: ~8.2k
Warnings: 18+ only!!; NSFW; alcohol consumption; smut; vaginal fingering; oral sex (F receiving)
Additional Tags: M/F/M; polyamory; for anyone wondering, Shuri is ~26, Bucky is ~37, Steve is ~39
Chapter Summary: Shuri doesn’t know when to quit, but *one* of the boys is happy to set her straight 😈
A/N: Idk if anyone is still interested in this silly little fic, but if you’re still with me THANK YOU! I’m so so sorry for the horribly long length of time between updates. Life is crazy (as per usual) and I’m also slowly but surely working on like 7 different WIPs 🥴 I hope this chapter at least somewhat makes up for the wait. Thank you SO MUCH for reading!! ❤️❤️❤️ If you enjoy, please like, reblog, kudos, comment, share, etc. I appreciate it more than you know!
(Sidenote: new moodboard because Tish in that black dress 😮💨😩🥵)
Shuri arches a brow.
Something about the way he says it — low and sharp, jaw clenched in irritation, hand gripping his cue so tightly that it bows under his strength — it makes her squirm in her seat.
Steve is competitive. She’s always known that about him. But she’s never seen him like this. The vein on the right side of his neck bulges a little bit as he groans in frustration at his terrible shot, and all Shuri wants to do is trace it with her tongue and suck his skin into her mouth. He would look so good with one of her hickeys marking his pale neck.
“Well,” Sam says with a sigh, leaning his pool stick against the wall, “I’m going to get a drink.” He pats Steve on the back before walking around the pool table. “Good game, or whatever,” he mutters to Bucky and Shuri. Shuri chuckles, bumping his shoulder with hers as he passes by.
Once Sam is out of earshot, Steve makes his way toward her and Bucky, arms crossed over his chest.
“Playing dirty, huh?” he murmurs, tilting his head.
Shuri tuts. “Don’t be a sore loser, Stevie, we won fair and square.”
Steve actually growls a little bit. Shuri can’t help the slight widening of her eyes and the sudden dampness between her thighs.
Competitive, irritated Steve is hot.
Bucky hums in thought. “Think we should give him a rematch, angel? Maybe we could let him and Sam win the next one, just out of courtesy.”
Steve shakes his head, the ghost of a smirk pulling at his lips. “Fuck you.”
“Not with that attitude,” Shuri quips.
Bucky laughs, then plants his lips to her temple. “Careful, I think he’s gettin’ a little testy.”
Before Shuri can answer, Riri calls her name. Shuri glances over to find her and Kate backing up toward the elevator. “Hey, we’re headed back downstairs to play another round. You in?”
Shuri grins. “Sure, why not?” She uncrosses her legs, making to step down from the bar stool when Bucky and Steve both reach out to grab each of her hands. “Thank you, boys. Looks like I’ll need a rain check on that rematch.”
“So you’re just disappearing on us?” Bucky asks, pouted lips turning downward ever so slightly.
“Just for one game.” She gently squeezes his arm, then turns to grab her phone and her clutch from the table. “And then I think I’ll be ready to go home.”
Bucky and Steve exchange a glance, excitement dancing in their eyes.
“Promise?” Steve asks, previous irritation forgotten.
Shuri winks. “Promise.”
