I’ve been crazy busy with work lately, but I finally finished this little comic inspired by the amazing fic Kaleidoscope, which found a warm place in my little heart. (And it has a fully finished sequel now!! Go, read it and send author all the love!)
I haven’t spent this much time on a personal project in a while — it’s been a really nice change of pace
Hoping for more me-time soon, but for now, I’ll just chill for a while
→ premise: steve and bucky would follow you to the ends of the earth. one call of their names and they’re at your service. they’re obsessed, only problem is you aren’t theirs, not yet anyways.
→ pairing: roomates!stucky x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, body worship, love marks [hickies, bites, etc], nicknames [baby, sweetie, sweets], mention of cheating [not reader or the boys]
→ a/n: kinktober 01
Living with two grown men may seem like an odd arrangement, but when those men would go to the ends of the earth to make you comfortable it wasn’t so bad. You’ve been living with Steve and Bucky for almost 2 years and it was amazing. You didn’t understand why they were always so caring and attentive to you, not that you were complaining but it had led to fights with your boyfriend John. He accused you of cheating on him with one if not both of them multiple times. Though you repeatedly denied it and said they have never even laid a hand on you in that way.
Although unbeknownst to you was how many times late into the night with soft footsteps Steve would sneak into Bucky's room or vice versa. The both of them worked up over all the depraved and dirty images of you and your hands on them flashing in their heads as they tried to sleep. Soft kisses to muffle their desperate moans against the others lips, hips pressed up against one another. A hand each wrapped around the other man's cock fisting it trying to get the thoughts of you to quiet down in their heads. Them pulling apart slowly in the end with swollen lips, cum covered chests and the odd unfulfillment of both men secretly wishing you were squeezed between them.
In the middle of a particularly nasty fight with your boyfriend about the same topic he let his own infidelity slip, admitting he cheated on you.
“Well, I'm glad I cheated on you, it only makes us fair if you’re going around screwing and whoring yourself out for your roommates” His words replayed in your head even now as you sluggishly pushed your way inside your apartment.
The front door slamming shut and your muffled sniffles and cries have Steve and Bucky jumping up on their feet before you even make it fully inside.
”Hey hey sweetie what happened” Steve coos as he lightly tries wiping away your tears with the sleeve of his shirt though more and more just kept pouring from your eyes. Steve was to your right and Bucky to your left, they often crowarded your space but an odd comfort and sense of security came with it, especially now. In an attempt to explain you let out broken words cut off with cries and sniffles that sound like gibberish to the boys.
“Let's sit down, sweets okay?” Bucky questions softly and hesitantly as they both lead you with a hand hovering over your back towards the large couch In the living room. Nodding and dragging your feet you let them guide you, finally sitting and taking a moment to compose yourself. You steal a glance either side of you at your wonderful roommates, only making a larger pit grow in your stomach. You were upset but more than anything worried about their reactions.
With a deep breath in you finally start explaining what happened.
“John and I had a fight again… about the same thing as always him saying i had to be cheating on him with one of you, he even accused me of sleeping with both of you” you scoff softly recalling his vile tone with his accusation. Wordlessly you watch the boys exchange an unreadable glance at one another before they return their eyes to you. “What about this fight made you cry?” Steve questions. You hadn't cried ever after a fight about this with him, only complained. They watched as tears brimmed in your eyes again, Steve's hands were fidgeting in his lap, itching to touch you. He wanted to comfort you but it felt wrong to touch you when talking about you fighting with your boyfriend specially over them. Bucky silently mulling over the information encouraging you to go on with a soft nod, while also trying to refrain from touching you no matter how bad he felt the urge to.
“And he blurted out how he's glad he also cheated on me so that makes us fair..” your tears finally spill over and hit your thighs soaking your jeans a bit as you put your head down, bracing yourself for their reactions mostly Buckys. He was known to be a little hot headed especially when it came to you being hurt. You can feel both men fuming each side of you, Steve suddenly now reaching out and rubbing up and down your thigh. Pushing away his anger at your boyfriend as much as he can, he pushes your face up softly with his fingers so you look at him. “He doesnt deserve you if that's the way he thinks” you could hear the hatred for the man behind Steve's words though he tried to hide it.
“Oh he’s a fuckin’ dead man” Bucky fumes and in a flash is up off the couch, fists balled at his sides ready to wring your boyfriends neck. Lunging forward across Steve's lap to grab Bucky's hand and stop his stampede you pull at him so he looks at you. “No please dont, just stay here with me.. we broke up anyway” your voice comes out soft and a bit wobbly still near the end as it was full of desperation. Though the emotion was mostly for the fact you wanted to just be comforted by them both. You miss the way their eyes light up and glance at each other when the words ‘break up’ register in their heads. When Bucky still hasn't moved though now it's more from shock you turn your head to face Steve. You hadn't realized how close your faces were but give him a pleading look with your eyes asking for his help.
Both of the boys feel as though their hearts are gonna burst out of their chests and they’d be okay with it if they died like this. Your soft hand in Bucky’s pulling him still towards you, fingers slowly intertwining with his rough ones. The warmth from your hand seeping into his usually cold one. Your body draped across Steve's lap and your face inches away from his, your eyes glued to his. The smell of your perfume surrounding him, the scent making his head go foggy.
The blonde shallows thickly before finally finding his voice, “You want us both to stay and comfort you?” He questions and even tests the waters by letting his hand drift to your lower back. You nod in the direction of both of them, watching slowly as Bucky's tense shoulders relax and he turns his body to face you.
Moving slowly as if he were trying not to spook you like a deer, he bends down and softly grabs ahold of your face so you're looking right in his eyes.
“He didn’t fucking deserve you never did, not like we do..” Bucky's anger was still clearly a bit prevalent, he couldn’t believe the asshole would cheat when he had you. He didn’t mean to slip up at the end, yet there was the underlying satisfaction of the fact that you were nearly all theirs now.
You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest now and Steve was ready to smack his roommate upside the head for letting both their feelings for you come out. “What buck meant to say-” you cut him off in the middle. “Show me what I deserve..” you say with determination while looking into bucky's eyes though it’s aimed equally at both men. They’re both frozen for a moment looking at you in shock, if this was some weird shared wet dream they don't ever wanna wake up. After a grumbled ‘fuck it’ leaving the brunette’s mouth breaks the silence, he surges forward crashing his lips against yours. A squeal leaving your mouth morphs into a soft hum of appreciation. Heat floods your whole body and down your core at the prolonged intense kiss.
You’ve never been kissed with this much love and excitement in your life, it sends your head spinning when you pull away. A smirk blooms on his face as he takes in both yours and Steve's love-struck and frozen expressions. Taking the reins, Bucky softly moves your face over to face your roommate once again and takes one hand off your face to plant on the back of the other man's neck. “How about you give Stevie some lovin’ huh baby?” He directed softly only making your head spin more and giving Steve flashbacks of Buck guiding him on how to please him. You could feel him getting hard under you as your body was still pressed against his lap, the feeling giving you a confidence boost. That coupled with a small nudge from the brunette's hands on the both of you, your lips crash together.
The feeling snapping Steve out of his frozen state as he lets out a choked whine, kissing you felt better than he could've ever imagined and he had multiple nights. Grabbing a hold of your body he lifts you up and onto his lap, only breaking the kiss for a second. His lips return to yours as his hands now finally allowed to roam your body. Running up and down your thighs, pushing up at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing down your back. “We’ll show you just how much you deserve to be appreciated sweetie, gladly” he groans against your lips.
“Please~” you whine into the kiss and lightly grind your hips against his. You hadn't noticed Bucky's hands leaving your body until they returned rubbing at your neck and down your arms as he was moving to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, your back facing him. His knee slots under you and between the other man's thighs, supporting your body on their legs. His hands help Steve’s along in removing your shirt, kissing down your spine softly. “Wanna mark you up so bad sweets make you ours, shoulda always been ours” Buck mouths against your back and sucks leaving a trail of hickies down your spine as he runs his hands down your thighs and over the blondes wasit.
You pull away from the kiss, your eyes glazing over in lust as you take in Steve's swollen lips and flushed face. “Mark me please, more both of you” you whine out greedily as Bucky grabs onto your chin manipulating your face so your head is turned to face him and kisses you feverishly again. The boys work in perfect tandem and sync to strip you of your pants as well as maneuver around so now you are on your back pressed against the soft suddenly not nearly large enough couch and Steve is nestled between your thighs. Bucky is crouched down by your face and chest next to the couch.
Steve hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he lifts them so your legs are propped up on his muscular thighs. “God he’s such an idiot, how could he cheat when he had all this? Huh? God we wanted you so bad baby you have no idea” he rambles out as his hands worship and rub at your hips and thighs and even down your legs. “Wanted to feel these hips and thighs wrapped around my head so bad, thought about it every night fuck” he groans. “We both thought such dirty things about our pretty little roomate baby” Buck chimes in from beside you.
You were certain your panties were ruined by now, soaked with your slick, your clit throbbing in desperation for even just one of them to give attention to it. Your hips buck up in response to his words and his hands. Bucky’s hands were palming at your tits and rubbing your arms as he marked up your neck and chest. Reaching under you he unclasps your bra, pulling the one strap down to reveal your breast closest to him, he starts to lick and suck on your nipple. “Fantasized about these fuckin’ pretty tits in my face as you’d ride me sweets” he moans agianst your chest as his one hand gropes the neglected tit. “Mmm fuck~” you gasp out in response to their words and when steve bites down on the plush and senstive skin of your inner thigh. You were almost entirely naked and their large heater bodies pressed against your exposed skin fought off any type of breeze in the room. Your body felt on fire, from the two sets of roaming hands and the two desperate mouths marking and exploring your body, worshiping every inch. Whines and moans coming from all three of you filled the apartment.
By now there was hardly any un-bruised skin, hickies littered your chest and back from Bucky, bite marks and hickies covered your stomach and thighs from Steve and you swore you had fingertip sized bruises from their grip on you. They didn't wanna let go, they held onto you the whole time both too afraid that if they did the moment would end. The boys wanted to spend hours like this if you'd let them.
You were theirs now whether you really knew it or not and they were never gonna stop showing you the appreciation you deserve and they were far from done.
→ a/n: happy first day of kinktober my loves!! this one got away from me a bit, not every day will be over 1,000 words but this one was lol. also sorry to any johns i just picked a random name lol. this also was not proofread to well as i rushed to get it up.
Summary : steve guides Bucky on eating your pussy out.
Pairing : nomad husband steve x wife reader . Bucky x reader.
Warning : oral, fingering, lots of dirty talk, filthy talk. Husband steve , post civil war bucky. Sub Bucky, Dom steve . Degradation.18+ minors DNI. This is so filthy, but then I'm 100% sure this is how nomad steve will be.
Steve and you had always been givers when it came to Bucky, he deserved it after everything he'd been through and it calmed him down, having his cock sucked like a lollipop.
You and steve both loved giving him the pleasure, that's how you slowly brought him out of his shell since the accords happened. You steve and bucky , lived in a secluded cottage in Massachusetts, where it was safe and no one could find you, steve would leave for his little missions sometimes when natasha called ,other than that it was just the three of you.
You both took care of Bucky, you knew he was fragile, a little grumpy but still very fragile. Bucky was finally becoming his old charming self, he even asked you to let him eat your pussy, he was quite eager, he needed a little help of course cuz he hasn't done it in a long fucking time.
So you and steve agreed , and thats how you ended up like this, with your legs spread apart by the blonde super soldier's arms, your back against his chest, Bucky was kneeling in front of you waiting for Steve's words. "Go ahead baby boy, lick our pretty girl's pussy."
And bucky did, he was eager giving you messy licks like he would eat his ice cream, you moaned in pleasure.
"give her long licks from the bottom bucky that's what gets her going." Bucky did as steve said, licking long stripes from your hole . He continued his actions, before steve told him to stop.
He moved you around in his arms a little , before pushing his two fingers in your mouth, you licked it ,coating it with your saliva. "Good girl" the blonde soldier praised you.
"see now is the important part buck" he pressed his fingers to your entrance, Bucky watched closely, "you gotta prep her with your fingers too" he teased your hole with his index finger, before pushing it in, making you moan in pleasure.
"spit on it puppy" steve told Bucky, Bucky looked at him hesitantly. "She likes it babyboy trust me, that pussy likes to be covered in spit, makes her even wetter" . Bucky gathered the saliva in his mouth and spit it on your pussy, steve praised him making him blush. "Good boy, now you can spit in her mouth too, but i assume you already know that , she's a dirty slut, you can use her however you want." Steve saying those things about you turned you on so much, you wanted nothing more than to ride your husband at this moment, taking his big cock in your bare pussy, but you knew this was meant for bucky, so you remained stoic, except for the moans you left out.
"hear those sounds, you gotta follow em, it'll let you find her sweet spot, just like daddy does when he fingers that ass of yours, our girl had a sweet spot in her pussy too , you'd have stimulated it when you fucked her, but that was probably because your cock is too big for her tiny pussy, but when you eat her out it's very important to find it." Bucky nodded as if taking mental notes of the points steve said, he wanted to please you so badly, make you feel as food as steve, he'd seen steve eat you out so many times, and he wanted to try it..
Steve pulled hsu fingers out of your dripping hole with a pop.
"now put your tongue in her, swirl it around,push it in deeper" bucky put his hot tongue in your hole, doing just as steve instructed him, and og not it felt good . You couldn't control your screams.
"go as deep as you can bucky , she loves it .....see how she's wiggling in my arms. Good now fuck her with it, push your tongues in and out , like you do with your cock when you fuck her, just like that . Good puppy you're a fast learner " the praises form steve along with your noises made Bucky more eager to please you.
"hnm feels so good bucky uhh" you barely go your words out before you came all over the brunette's face.
Steve seemed disappointed, "tsk tsk, no buck that's not how you do it, you can't let her come so easily" Bucky looked at him with those puppy eyes, he knew he disappointed his captain and he was sad.
"sorry captain, can I try again, make pretty girl come right this time."
Steve couldn't say no to him of course , "it's okay baby everyone makes mistakes, this is your first time, and i know it's easy to get lost in the noises she makes, but you gotta learn to take control, make her wait for it and then give it to her, let's do it again puppy, and again, and again until you get it right, you're gonna be a pro at this , I'll make you. " And oh boy you knew you were in for a long night.
Summary: You’re only a few inches tall, full of sparkle and mischief. When SHIELD accidentally captures you in a jar, Steve and Bucky are tasked with figuring out what you are. You refuse to speak at first, until Steve gives you a cookie. Now they’re stuck with a clingy, stubborn fairy who calls them “Tree” and “Shadow.” (Steve Rogers x Fairy!Reader x Bucky Barnes)
Word Count: 1.1k+
A/N: It was either mermaid reader or fairy reader. Fairy was easier to write soooo… Enjoy! Happy reading!
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You were caught in a jar.
A pickle jar, to be specific. It still smelled faintly of vinegar and dill, which you found personally offensive and not just because fairies are very sensitive to smell.
You were fluttering peacefully through the trees near the outskirts of New York when a group of shouting humans in dark armor leapt out from behind a bush and trapped you in what they called a “containment unit.” You didn’t know what SHIELD was, but their agents were very loud and very rough, and they didn’t even ask your name.
You sat cross-legged at the bottom of the jar, wings tucked in, arms folded across your chest, trying your best to look unimpressed.
And then he walked in. Tall, golden-haired, broad-shouldered, a man who practically radiated kindness and confusion in equal measure. Steve Rogers.
He approached the table with another man behind him, darker, quieter, haunted-eyed but alert watching everything. Bucky Barnes.
“I thought you said there was an artifact,” Steve said slowly, looking at the jar.
“It is,” The agent replied. “It talks.”
You gave the man your most dramatic eye roll.
Steve crouched beside the table, eyes soft, voice careful. “Hi there. What’s your name?”
You turned your head away and said nothing.
Bucky stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “Do fairies sulk?”
You didn’t like his tone not cruel, just skeptical. So you stuck your tongue out at him and turned invisible.
Bucky jumped slightly. “Okay. That answers that.”
“Hey, hey,” Steve murmured, holding his hands up gently. “We’re not gonna hurt you, promise. You just surprised everyone, that’s all. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Still, you said nothing.
It wasn’t until someone walked by with a coffee and a chocolate chip cookie that you broke your silence. You reappeared instantly, pressed against the glass, eyes wide.
Steve blinked, then laughed softly. “You want one of those?”
You nodded furiously.
Five minutes later, the jar was opened and you bolted straight onto Steve’s shoulder, snatched the cookie chunk he offered, and curled into the crook of his neck like you’d always lived there.
You stayed close after that. Not that they had much of a choice.
You built a tiny hammock out of tissues on their bookshelf. Braided thread into their laces. Tried to “fix” Bucky’s grumpy face with flower petals and got scolded, very softly, for it. You called Steve “Tree” because he was tall and smelled like sap. You called Bucky “Shadow” because he followed you around pretending he wasn’t trying to protect you.
You refused to be studied, refused to go back in any jars, and made it very clear you’d chosen your new home: right between two super soldiers who didn’t know how much they needed something as strange and sweet as you.
Sometimes, you’d land on Bucky’s shoulder when he couldn’t sleep, singing soft, wordless melodies that reminded him of something in the past. Sometimes, you’d perch on Steve’s chest as he read, snuggled into the fabric of his henley like a kitten with wings.
You were tiny, fragile, ridiculous, and completely, utterly theirs.
Even if you still left cookie crumbs everywhere.
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Steve and Bucky discovered quickly how particular fairies could be. Or maybe it was just you.
See, they realized you were much more stubborn than they had anticipated which caused another one of your sulking moods. It started because you weren’t allowed to use the microwave. Which, in your defense, made no sense.
You weren’t trying to start another fire, that was an accident. And yes, maybe the leftover spaghetti had exploded the last time, but how were you supposed to know that foil was banned? You’d never had a microwave before. You grew up in moss and tree hollows and warm sunlight. Your diet was dew, nectar, and whatever you could barter from passing squirrels.
Now, you wanted popcorn, but Bucky had said no. He had looked down at you with his arms crossed and that stupid I care about you and you’re being ridiculous face, stating, “You almost fried the tower’s circuits last time. Find something from the fruit bowl if you’re hungry.”
You responded with the most dramatic gasp you could manage and fluttered up to the top of the cabinets, crossing your arms with a huff.
Steve tried to step in, intervening gently. “He’s not trying to upset you. He just doesn’t want you to get hurt.”
You didn’t answer. You turned your back with your wings flaring slightly in righteous fairy fury, you refused to acknowledge either of them. Not even when Steve sighed and offered you a piece of shortbread. Not even when Bucky muttered something like “She’s sulking again, isn’t she?”
You remained a furious little sparkle, curled into a puffball of wings and pouting.
Hours passed. You still refused to come down.
They tried tempting you with cookies, with your favorite mug of rose petal tea, with one of Steve’s socks (which you always stole to use as a blanket).
Nothing. You were mad. And fairies, though small, are very good at holding grudges.
By the time night fell, you were still wedged behind a cereal box, curled into a mopey heap. And then… you heard a sound. Thump. It was a soft knock on the cabinet.
You peeked over the edge to find Bucky standing there, holding a tiny plate.
“I made popcorn. Not with the microwave. Just the pan.”
You stared at him.
“I didn’t put salt on it. Figured you’d want to do that yourself.”
He set the plate down gently on the counter, then leaned against it, arms folded.
“…You gonna stay up there forever?” He asked after a pause, tone mild.
You turned invisible.
He smirked. “Cute.”
Moments later, you reappeared beside the popcorn and began nibbling, still silent, still frowning.
Steve walked in just then and paused. “Is that a peace offering or a trap?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Bucky replied.
You muttered something under your breath.
Steve blinked. “Did she just call you a ‘grumpy tin soldier’?”
“I think so,” Bucky said, raising an eyebrow.
You stuffed a piece of popcorn in your mouth and glared at them both, cheeks puffed out like a hamster.
Steve crouched beside the counter, eyes warm. “Hey, no one’s mad at you, sweetheart. We just don’t want you getting hurt.”
You looked away before mumbling, “I wanted to make it myself.”
And that was the truth of it. You wanted to prove you could. That you weren’t just tiny and delicate and fluttery. That you could be useful, capable. That you weren’t always the one needing help.
Bucky leaned closer, voice quieter now. “Next time… I’ll show you how.”
You peeked up at him, suspicious.
“You can hold the lid,” He said, tone serious. “That’s an important job.”
“…Fine,” You muttered.
Steve smiled gently, brushing your wing with one careful finger. “We’re proud of you, y’know.”
You huffed, still pretending you weren’t moved before climbing into Bucky’s hand, wings drooping slightly from exhaustion and popcorn forgotten. You curled into his palm with a sigh, tiny fingers gripping the edge of his sleeve.
Still sulking but not as much. And this time, you weren’t alone.
Stucky fic writers were truly on something else because earlier this week I remembered the line “they can bury us in one coffin to save on lumber” and thought it was a lyric from like a fucking hoizer song or something along those lines only to go get a drink at 2am in my kitchen and be hit over the head with the reminder it’s actually from a Stucky Fic I read in 2017.
synopsis: Steve and Bucky can’t be in a public relationship. When you make a deal to be Steve’s PR-approved girlfriend, Bucky gets jealous.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: 18+ only, MINORS DNI, smut (MM & slight MF, hickeys, making out, filthy oral), possessive!Bucky, jealous!Bucky, mean!Bucky, vers!Stucky, focuses on Stucky more than reader
a/n: this fic is for day five of AU-pril (hosted by @monthlywritingchallenges)! The smut got away from me with this one.
Bucky sits at his desk and swipes his thumb along the playback bar on his phone for the fifth time.
He watches the shaky camera footage struggle to focus under the flashing club lights. The loud, booming club music renders any audio completely useless. But as the crowd parts and the camera finally focuses, no audio is needed to see him.
Steve. The blond viking of a man stands out in the crowd, taller than the average height. He’s dressed in the outfit Bucky picked out for him earlier tonight and it looks so fucking good on him. His collar is slightly askew in the footage, and if Bucky peers in close on the pixelated sliver of skin over his collarbone, he can see the edges of a bruise; the hickey he’d left on Steve right before he left, in a moment of possessive fury.
He cannot help the flood of satisfaction that floods through him at the sight. Because despite what the public have been led to believe tonight, Steve Rogers belongs to him.
But in the footage, Steve is dancing with someone else.
You.
His arms are wrapped around your waist, palms flat on your lower back like a perfect gentleman, and it fucking hurts to look at, because it’s wasted on you.
Bucky knows it’s unfair to hate you when you all agreed to this arrangement, but he can’t find it in himself to be charitable to the woman who is deemed more acceptable than Bucky to be Steve’s PR-approved girlfriend.
The world would go crazy if they knew the truth: that it isn’t you Steve comes home to every night. It isn’t you that takes his cock so good, that knows what his cum tastes like and the feeling of it leaking out of your ass. It isn’t you that knows how good it feels to plough his ass and have him quivering and begging beneath you.
No. You get the public dates, the romance, the attention…
He winds the video back again and watches with dark eyes as you cup Steve’s jaw and pull him in for a kiss, the footage capturing a hint of your tongue as he opens for you, eyes closed as he presses your body against his.
It’s too fucking convincing.
They talked about this. Bucky is allowed to be jealous. He knows he is. But this feels worse than jealousy.
He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.
It isn’t until the door to the apartment opens that Bucky realises how long he’s been sitting there, staring at his phone, alone in the dark.
He hears the sound of yours and Steve’s voices, and quickly gets up to meet you both in the entrance.
You are bent down to relieve yourself of your heels, clinging onto Steve’s arm for support, as he smiles down at you gently, until he hears Bucky approaching and looks up, eyes wide. “Buck,” he says, and his smile widens.
“Hi,” he manages.
You straighten up and finally let go of Steve, heels dangling from your hand by your side. “Oh, hey,” you say, sliding your gaze over him and looking away again. Almost as if you have something to be ashamed of.
And it’s too much.
Bucky sets his phone down on the nearby bench before he ends up breaking it.
He comes closer, backing both Steve and you up in the entryway.
“Did you have fun?” he grits out. He’s not sure who he’s talking to. His gaze darts between both of you.
Steve reaches for his arm but he gently knocks his hand away. “Buck,” he says.
He sets his gaze on you and tilts his head. “Did you?” he repeats.
You wilt beneath his glare. “I was only doing what we agreed upon.” But the shakiness in your voice gives you away. You like it too much. Being with Steve.
Bucky supposes he can relate.
“I’m just trying to do a good job, make it convincing,” you continue. “Bucky, I need this to work. Please, how can I make it better?” Finally, you look him in the eye, pleading.
He likes you better like this - reminded of your place.
It’s unfair, but when the thought occurs to him, he can’t think of anything else. He looks to Steve. “Let me kiss her. Let me taste you on her lips and know how good it feels for you.”
“What?” you breathe, but Steve’s eyes darken.
“You don’t have to,” Steve says, turning to you. “We can sort this out in private if you want. But, I’m not opposed, if you aren’t.” He says it all in his calm, factual, Captain-America voice that he knows gets Bucky all hot and bothered.
Your eyes dart between Steve and Bucky.
Bucky looks at you openly, dropping his gaze down your body and back up. You’re nothing special, just another pretty face with a sad past, flinging herself into the path of Captain America and begging him to save her. He knows you won’t measure up, but he needs to see it for himself, to be able to look at you and know that you’re nothing to either of them. Forgettable.
Whatever you see in his gaze seems to make up your mind. “Yeah, okay,” you say, a shard of ice in your tone.
Bucky steps closer to you, getting up in your space until your noses are brushing and your breath fans his lips. He can see the lovely hues of your eyes, taste your scent on his tongue. It’s been a long time since he’s been with a woman.
His eyes search yours. “Go on,” he says, and takes your hand, guiding it up to his face to cup his jaw like you did with Steve earlier tonight. He wraps his arms around you like Steve had done. “Prove it means nothing to you.” And he’s saying the words to you, but he’s also saying them to Steve.
Steve who is watching from the side. If you can kiss her, so can I.
You pull him in and plant your mouth on his.
Out flicks your tongue, confident and electric against his lips, and he opens for you. Exactly like Steve did.
You go pliant in his arms.
Fuck.
He stifles a groan. His cock is thickening in his pants. This isn’t how this was supposed to go, but now he’s pulling your body against his and backing you into the wall so he can prop you against it.
The kiss turns desperate, needy, as he sucks on your tongue and your bottom lip like he’s touch starved.
He doesn’t mean to roll his hips, to press his lower body against you, but he does, and you moan. “Buck.”
He freezes. His eyes open, and he meets your wide-eyed gaze. He’s hard.
Fuck.
He pulls back from you, snatching his hands away.
You blink, and push yourself off the wall. Your gaze drops to where your heels clattered to the floor somewhere during the frantic mess that just unfolded, and with an embarrassed huff, you quickly stoop down to retrieve them again.
Bucky looks at Steve.
He hasn’t moved, frozen in place, eyes trailing on Bucky.
Bucky’s cock throbs in his pants. He clears his throat and adjusts himself, stepping back. “You should go.”
“Yep,” you say softly, and without looking at either man, you walk away, down the hall and to the new door they built that leads straight into the secondary apartment - the one you stay in, all to yourself.
The door snicks shut, and Bucky looks at Steve, alone in their apartment.
His expression is unreadable.
“What?” Bucky throws at him. Don’t fucking say another word about her, he thinks.
A muscle feathers in Steve’s jaw. He closes the gap in one stride, getting up in Bucky’s face. “Trying to make me jealous.”
Bucky glares at him. He doesn’t deny the accusation. Did it work? he wants to ask. But he keeps his mouth shut.
Steve reaches for Bucky’s face.
Bucky catches his wrist and pushes his hand away without breaking eye contact.
Anger flares in Steve’s eyes. “Bucky.”
“Fuck you,” he growls. His cock throbs in his pants.
Steve tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “You’re being a brat.”
“Yeah, I am,” Bucky shoots back. “The entire world just saw you with another woman’s tongue down her throat. And I can’t even - she’s not even - if she kisses you like that every time…” his throat works around a swallow, and he looks away.
Steve’s eyes soften. “Buck,” he says. He reaches for him again, gentler this time. “She means nothing.”
Bucky rolls his eyes.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I think you can’t resist a pretty face in need of rescuing.”
“Mm.” Steve gets closer, clinging to the fabric of Bucky’s shirt, pressing soft kisses into his neck. “She is pretty,” he sighs. He sucks on Bucky’s neck. “And she is very good at kissing.”
Bucky tilts his head to the side to give him better access. His eyes slide shut as he holds back a moan. “Is this you trying to convince me?”
“No,” Steve says. And then he lets go of Bucky and drops down to his knees.
Bucky swallows. He’s mad that Steve has taken his very real jealousy and turned it into something sexy. He doesn’t want to be turned on by this. But he can’t bring himself to tell Steve to stop.
Steve looks up at Bucky and nuzzles his face against the bulge in Bucky’s crotch.
“She took my mouth,” he says, between pressing and licking warm heat onto Bucky’s aching cock through the fabric of his pants. “Claimed it. Stole it from you.”
Each word, kindling the fire in his chest. He grits his teeth, and takes Steve in hand, threading his fingers through his hair and gripping just tight enough to take control.
Steve peers up at him, eyes wide and adoring, hanging on his every word.
“Take my cock out.” Bucky orders.
He obeys immediately, scrambling to pull down the waistband of Bucky’s slacks and his boxers in one go.
Bucky’s cock appears and Steve’s eyes lock onto it, swollen and hard, leaking precum.
Bucky flexes his grip on the back of Steve’s head. “Your mouth is mine.”
Steve tries to nod, but the movement is halted by Bucky’s grip. “Yes,” he says instead. “Yours, Buck.”
But it isn’t enough, and they both know it. Bucky needs to make him feel it. To wash away any taste of you remaining on his tongue, and replace it with him.
He pulls Steve in closer, gripping his cock with his other hand and pressing the tip against his lips.
“Open,” he growls.
Heat flashes in Steve’s eyes. He continues to look Bucky directly in his eyes, as he opens his mouth, and takes him in.
Bucky doesn’t ease him into it. He feels feral as he shoves his cock into Steve’s mouth, cock pulsing in satisfaction by the way Steve’s tongue and throat swallow him down on reflex
Steve groans around his length, and his eyes slide shut. His lips stretch perfectly over Bucky’s girth, even more so when Bucky slides his cock in deep until Steve’s face is pressed against his lower stomach, then pulled back until only the tip is inside him.
There is no question about it, Bucky is feral for this. Possessive and desperate. He needs to own Steve just as much as he needs Steve to own him. “After this, you’re going to fuck me,” he gasps out.
Steve hums around him. He assumes it means yes, Bucky.
He fucks Steve’s face with hard, pistoning thrusts, drinking in the tears in Steve’s eyes and the little throaty sounds he starts making with each thrust.
His eyes flare open suddenly and lock on Bucky, staring him down from below, and it’s like he’s reaching into Bucky’s soul and branding it with his name. I own you, he seems to say.
Bucky gasps. It’s too much. Electricity zings down his spine and his thrusts turn frantic and sloppy.
He gets vocal when he’s about to come. “So so good for me, fuck Steve. You’re so fucking perfect. Perfect golden boy on his knees, letting me take his mouth. Unh, you’re fucking mine.”
He pushes his cock down Steve’s throat one more time, and shouts out as he releases into the wet, warm heat encasing him so perfectly. His legs jerk and his balance sways, until he reaches forward and props his spare hand against the wall behind Steve for support.
Steve stays perfectly still, warming his slowly softening cock with his sinful mouth, until Bucky has the strength to brace and pull it out with a whimper.
Spit falls on Steve’s chin. He doesn’t wipe it away.
“Mm,” Bucky groans, pushing off the wall to stand up straight. He watches as Steve stands, and adjust himself in his pants. He’s hard. A thrill races down Bucky’s spine at the dark look in Steve’s eyes.
“Do you believe me now?” he asks. His voice comes out slightly hoarse and breathless.
Bucky’s mouth twitches as he fights back a grin.
“No.”
Stucky + angst + reader getting in the middle 🤌
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