Claustrophobic? Try Some Dick.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader // Steve Rogers x reader // Stucky x reader
Synopsis: Stuck in the elevator. Stuffed in the elevator.
Warnings: MDNI // threesome. In an elevator. SIZE Kink (reader is explicitly mentioned to be shorter and smaller than both of them), MANHANDLING (he picks you up with ease, but hear me out..he's captain america, ofc hes gonna do it;), vaginal fingering, unprotected PiV, oral (f!recieving), nipple play, clit play. DRY HUMPING. Creampie. Pussy pronouns. Pussy inspection kinda(??). What's that position called where one of them is giving you head while the other is holding you in the air? If there's not a name yet, we all will call it venirogersandbarnes🙂↕️PRAISE kink.. established stucky, THEY TOUCH EACH OTHER, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER.
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: this idea has been in my brain for weeks now. It's finally here. Night 3 of Eleven Nights Worth Remembering
Enjoy 💋
The hallway outside the meeting room was almost empty by the time you finished.
The silence hung heavy in the air. The overhead lights dimmed for nightfall, bathing the polished floors in a soft gold haze.
You rolled your neck, the ache of a long day finally settling in your muscles.
Normally you didn’t mind staying late. But lately there had been distractions.
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. The two men that haunt your dreams—keep your thoughts a little entertaining during lonely nights—their mere existence has been the biggest distraction you'd ever seen.
They worked a few floors above and every time your eyes met with either of the blue ones, your breath lodged itself inside your chest.
Not that either of them did anything inappropriate. If anything, they were polite.
Professional.
There were moments, when the lines seemed to blur before snapping back to focus again.
Steve’s hand lingering a second too long when he passed you a file.
Bucky leaning against the breakroom counter watching you like he was starving. The glances they passed each other whenever you walked by.
But there were rumors. Whispered words between interns and agents alike, how the two men belong to each other. That the shared history is now on its way to a shared future. That it's beautiful—the blood that spilled is now blood that heals.
And you respected the rumors too much to ever cross that line.
So you ignored the way your eyes search for them in rooms.
Ignored the way Bucky’s voice sometimes dipped lower when he spoke to you.
Ignored the way Steve smiled at you like he knew something you didn’t.
You ignored everything.
The elevator dinged softly when it arrived. The metal doors opening with a quiet swish, and the sight that welcomed you made you wish you were at home— in the comfort of your bed— so you could relieve yourself of the itch that awakens upon seeing both of them.
Steve Rogers stood near the control panel, jacket slung over one arm, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong forearms, veins that looked like they were drawn on.
Bucky Barnes leaned against the mirrored wall beside him, dark hair falling slightly into his eyes, metal hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket.
Both of them looked up at the exact same time. Two pairs of curious eyes taking you in—no hint of professionalism to be seen anymore.
Steve smiled first, “Hey.”
Licking his lips, his eyes dipped down to your cleavage before snapping back onto your face, “Long day?” he asked gently.
“Mhm.”
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft thunk. The space suddenly felt very small. The scent of their combined colognes dancing in the air, filling your senses. Bergamot. Earthy musk. A hint of lilies. Rain.
You took a deep breath in, feeling one with them. Behind you, Steve adjusted his buckle, smirking at the brunet.
The elevator hummed as it began descending, floor numbers ticking down slowly.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
“Didn’t expect to see you here this late,” Bucky said, voice deep and raspy.
“I was stuck with the client. Timezones…” you mumbled.
Silence settled again.
You glanced up at the mirrored panel across from you and immediately regretted it—both of them were looking at you— gazes dark and hungry.
Your pulse skipped.
Seven.
Six.
Focus.
Just ignore them. Get home.
Five.
The elevator jolted. The lights flickered.
The hum of the machinery died abruptly, leaving a sudden heavy quiet in its place.
For a second, none of you moved.
Then the emergency lights flicked on, bathing the elevator in dim blue.
Your heart sank down to your stomach,
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky breathed, shaking his head in…amusement?
Steve stepped forward toward the control panel— ever the captain— still taking charge of the situation, his hands on your lower back as he guided you away, and the elevator suddenly felt even smaller than before.
He pressed the emergency button, to no avail. He tried again. Only to find the same result.
Still nothing.
A slow, strange tension filled the air. You felt smaller than you've ever felt in your life. Stuck in a small space with two large men that also happened to be the subject of all your unspoken fantasies.
You didn't realise you were panicking until Steve stood in front of you, tipping your face up by the chin, “You're alright. We're right here, aren't we?”
You didn't know what to do. All you could feel was his thumb stroking your jaw, his warm breath caressing your skin, his strong body pressed impossibly close to yours.
“What do you think you're doing, Steve? Let her breathe… poor thing's scared.”
Bucky.
You felt two hands snake around your waist, pulling you in till your back met a solid chest.
“She's so scared….baby, you scared of the elevator? Or are you scared of us? Hm?” He nosed along your throat, lingering on your erratic pulse before licking the skin there.
Your hands shoot up to Steve's chest—feeling the strength corded through his muscles beneath your palm— “Steve…”
“Oh honey… you weren't expecting this, were you? Bucky and I… we're not blind. We see the way you shy around us.”
Bucky's lips continued sucking on your neck, “We hear the way you talk about us,”
Chucking, Steve slid his hands down to your neck, down to your chest, unbuttoning your blouse with torturous patience —
“We smell the way that greedy little pussy drools for us.”
With the last button undone, he slides the silk down your arms, exposing your lacy bra to both the men.
Bucky barked out a laugh, “You really wear this underneath all the sweet little shirts, huh?”
You gasped as they groped each tit in their hands, kneading and caressing over the lace.
Bucky unclasps it from behind, his movements revealing his, no doubt, experienced confidence. With your bare tits finally in their sight, they groaned in delight, Steve's hips bucking against yours instinctively, desire flowing in his veins.
“Look at her Buck, so much prettier than we imagined.”
You swallowed down the whimper that threatened to escape when he wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples—the other man's fingers twisting and plucking the other, making sure they both get their share of attention.
Your hands weave through his hair, tugging at the roots as he continued sucking your achy nipples.
Steve groaned against your chest as he pulled you away from Bucky—hard enough to send him stumbling back a step— grabbing you by the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.
Ignoring your startled little noise, he slammed his lips against yours, big hands roaming your back and reaching down to squeeze your ass. His tongue roamed inside your mouth—playing with yours—teeth biting your lower lip until they were swollen and tingling with pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, angel— wanted you so bad… you're gonna make us feel so fucking good.”
He captures your lips in a filthy kiss, muffling your whines as Bucky rips your pants off in one clean move. Palming the softness of your curve as he removes the scraps of the fabric, pulling apart your cheeks to look at the leaky mess.
“God… I'm gonna ruin that pussy…”
With stupid ease, Steve turned you over, your back nestled against his broad chest, his hands under your knees as he pushes them up against your chest. His hard cock pressed against your ass, reminding you of the sheer size of him, just how much stronger he was than you.
Your drippy pussy was now on full exposure to Bucky.
He smirks as he studies your face, each expression flashing across your face like a storybook.
He kneels down—right there on the cold floor—face to face with your heat. Fingers trailing up your calves to your thighs, each brush of his hands igniting a heat inside you unlike any you've ever experienced.
His lips tug up in a crooked smile as he looks up—not at you, no— at the man holding you all spread up and open for him.
“She's crying so pretty f’me Steve. Wanna taste her?”
Steve laughs at that— a breathy, cocky sound—“Princess, you listening to this? He thinks you got this wet for him. Tell him the truth…”
Your words got lost in your throat as you felt two thumbs part your folds. Your hips jerked up on their own accord at the gentle exploratory touch, urging Steve to hold you tighter—hitching you up higher, till his chin touched the top of your head.
A drop of your arousal dripped down from your entrance, clenching at nothing. Bucky collected your juices on his finger, smearing it back to your pussy, rubbing it on your clit with gentle swipes.
“Bucky! Don't look down there—”
“Uh-uh. No need to hide from us…don't you trust us?”
With that he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming loudly in wicked delight, relishing in your taste that he'd been craving like a madman.
“Fuck—she tastes so good, Stevie,” he groaned against your pussy, dipping his tongue inside your hole to taste more of you. You moaned out loud, your thighs closing on themselves—but unable to with Steve's vice-like grip on you.
“Yeah? Gimme a taste…”
Pulling away from your pussy— his beard drenched in your juices—he stood up to his full height. Fluttering his fingers up your ribs and caressing your nipples, he leaned in to kiss the blond. Lips moving with each other in tandem, you could only watch as they drank each other —drank you— in.
His hands left your tits and grabbed Steve's jaw to deepen the kiss, both men panting in each other's mouths, chasing each other with desperation.
Steve broke the kiss with a sigh, licking his lips, “yeah…she does taste good.”
“Hear that, angel? He likes how this sweet little pussy tastes…”
His words went straight down to your core, your pussy begging for any sort of relief now, any friction, anything.
“Please, Bucky…”
“Please what? Use your big girl words now.”
“Please touch me…”
“Aww...such a good girl for us. Gonna make you feel so good now, angel. Gonna make you regret not coming to us sooner….these fingers just never did the job, huh?”
You were on the verge of tears now, being in such a vulnerable position and being talked to, teased to, but never touched as you wished to.
“Bucky…please.”
Cooing at your pained voice, he dipped his fingers inside your entrance in one clean push. Your back arched in Steve’s arms as pleasure tickled at your nerve endings.
“Yeah? You like that?”
He pulled his fingers out, wet and shining, a string of your arousal connecting him to you, slowly pushing back in, following a slow rhythm.
Your eyes flutter close with each pass of his fingers against that one soft spot against you. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you try to keep in your breathy whines.
“Open your eyes, honey. Look at his fingers inside your pussy, isn't he doing good?” Steve asked you, his voice rough and thick with arousal, his raging hard on grinding against your ass.
“Hmmm…so good…”
His thumb came up to massage your clit, and your toes curled in your heels, vision blacking out as fireworks burst behind your eyes.
“Oh God, Steve…” you threw your head back, nuzzling Steve’s neck as Bucky continued pressing against that soft, gummy spot inside of you.
“You're clenching so hard, angel…you're gonna squeeze his cock so good,” he rasped, eyes twinkling at the thought of Steve pounding into you.
It was instant, the way Steve put you back down and slammed you roughly against the wall, hand at the back of your head to shield you from any pain. Still so thoughtful.
“Gonna fuck you so hard now, love, you'll be screaming nothing but my name…” he purrs against your neck, nipping and licking over the marks left by Bucky.
His hands went to his belt buckle—shaky but determined—to free out his hard cock.
It was beautiful.
That's all you could think. Hard and throbbing and leaking precum all over the blushed tip, veins adorning his length all over.
That was a beautiful cock if you've ever seen one.
Noticing your dazed expression, he smirked, “like what you see?”
“So much, Captain. You're so beautiful…”
He paused at that. A sudden air of vulnerability seemed to drape itself over him.
Bucky strolled over behind him, hands stroking his back and pressing a tender kiss to his neck, “the most beautiful man ever…”
Steve's eyes glistened in the dead blue of the emergency lights. He took a shaky breath—composing himself.
Looking back down at your naked body, all wet and ready and waiting desperately for him, he felt grateful.
He felt loved.
Bending down to consume you in a kiss, pouring every thing he couldn't speak into your mouth.
Bucky’s hands dipped down, palming Steve's cock, dragging the head of his cock up and down through your folds, rubbing over you clit—making you cry out with how deliciously dirty this whole situation was.
“Gonna put him inside you, sweetheart…”
The first inch of him inside had you squirming against him. The girth unforgiving, almost too much as it slowly slid in.
Almost.
He bottomed inside you with a deep groan, the veins in his neck bulging out with his controlled restraint that was fraying at the edges.
Bucky cooed at him, hands playing with his balls as he whispered praises into his sweaty skin.
“Fuck— she's tight.”
His hand came up to your neck, holding you. Not choking, just resting there, letting you feel the weight of him.
He pulls out, only to slam in again—harder, keeping a brutal rhythm.
His hips slammed into yours again and again, his cock filling you up in ways you'll feel him forever.
“Such a good boy, Stevie…. You're doing so good.” Bucky rubs his bulge over Steve's hips, using his thrusts inside you for his own pleasure. His cock pulsing with each push, even through the layers of his clothing.
You moan out a name—you didn't know whose— your walls clenching with each thrust, your juices coating your inner thighs. Not that you cared about the mess.
"Oh god—Buck…” Steve whined, turning his head to kiss the brunet.
Your legs were shaking, if not for the wall and Steve’s grip on you, you'd have not been standing upright. Your eyes shut close as you could feel the knot inside of you tightening with each passing second, before finally coming undone. You come with a scream, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
Your pussy clenching and fluttering against his cock push him off the edge, his hands tightening on your throat as his head falls backwards on Bucky's shoulder, guttural sounds from deep inside his chest filling the small space.
His hips lose their rhythm, twitching with each wave of bliss he went through. Hot streaks of cum fill you up, making you shudder in delight at the foreign feeling.
Bucky was the last to let go, coming in his pants, still not stopping to rub his sensitive cock against Steve.
Your pussy gaped with protest when he pulled out, his cum dripping out of you. He smiled at that, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, before straightening up and looking back at Bucky—
“You can start the elevator now, Buck.”
well, it's finally here. I was struggling real bad with this. Changed out a few parts cus I just wasn't feeling bucky.
Oh and also, please please please come drop any filthy thoughts in my inbox. Requests are open. I've lost it for bucky. 🥹
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