no place like home
summary: You're exhausted—one of those weeks where it feels like the world is personally out to get you, tiredness spreading through your bones like it was made to live there. You can't wait to be home—Bucky & Nat waiting for you, knowing exactly how to take care of you, how to turn your racing mind off and be here—home with them.
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader x natasha romanoff | word count: 4.1k warnings: established relationship, oral (f & m receiving), finger sucking, tasting of self, oral fixation, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, unprotected p in v, threesome dynamics, creampie, dumbification, subspace, dub-con cause of subspace, idk?, mommy and daddy used once (you can skip over it), pushing limits (reader likes it), aftercare +blue: just a lil pwp while i work on my longer fics...idk what this is, no one read it please i'm so very tiredd.
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You get home late. Tired. A bone-deep ache spreading through your limbs, up your spine and sending a dull throb through your head. The wire of your bra is digging into you uncomfortably and the waistband of your slacks feels like it’s cutting off circulation. You kick off your shoes at the door with a huff, pulling your hair free and dropping your bag to the floor, not caring if your laptop breaks at this point.
Let it, you think. Maybe then I’ll have an excuse to skip work.
“Long day doll?” Bucky’s standing at the stove—long hair tucked behind his ears, soft grey henley stretched across his broad chest, wooden spoon in hand as he stirs the pasta sauce. You could almost cry as the smell drifts over to you — garlic and butter and something sweet. The smell of home.
“Mhm, m’so tired,” you grumble, frowning softly before flopping onto the couch where Nat was sprawled out—TV playing in the background.
She lets out a small oomph when your weight drops onto her before adjusting herself to tuck you between her legs and kisses your temple.
“Hi baby,” she mumbles against your hair.
You let out a sigh in response.
“What’s wrong?”
You shrug, shutting your eyes as you nuzzle your face into the crook of Nat’s shoulder, breathing her in like her scent is what you’d been waiting for all day—coconut and vanilla and something so inherently Nat, it makes your chest ache.
Nat gently combs through your hair, fingertips brushing the skin of your neck and you curl into her further.
“Need us to take care of you baby?”
You look up slightly, eyes meeting hers — your heart swelling at the sheer amount of love you can see there.
You nod firmly, pouting up at her and she chuckles before kissing you. You sigh into her mouth as her lips part against yours, whining when she pulls back and moves you off her chest.
“Yeah? Need us to turn all that noise off for you?” She brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Please.”
“Bucky?” She calls out to him.
“Yeah?” He turns away from the stove, spoon in hand, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Can you take her to bed? Needs us to take care of her.”
The air thickens at Nat’s words and you swear you can feel the way Bucky’s breath hitches.
“Course.”
Your stomach flips in anticipation, breath quickening as Bucky moves over to you, soft smirk already playing at his lips—big hands sliding under your knees and waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing at all.
You tuck your head against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck, relishing in the feel of his lips pressed to your forehead as he places you down onto the bed with a quick peck. You let out a soft whimper when he withdraws his touch—mind already going into that soft space where you need nothing but closeness.
Bucky turns to kiss Nat, tilting her chin up towards him, smiling against her lips.
“You get her undressed. I’ll just finish off dinner.” He smiles back at you before leaving the room—bare feet padding against the wooden floor quickly—eager to get back to you.
You’re already breathing heavily when Nat climbs over you, her fingers trailing down your sides, settling at the waistband of your slacks.
“Want me to take these off?” Her voice is velvet in your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine and your body arches up into her, answering her like it knows this is where home is.
“Please,” you breathe out, body twitching in anticipation as her fingers work the button, slowly pulling down the zip before hooking her fingers into the sides and pulling them down, lifting your hips slightly with a whispered ‘Up.’
Her fingers glide along the smooth skin of your thighs and Nat hums in appreciation at the sight of your bare legs, placing a kiss to each ankle as she pulls your socks off.
Her touch is gentle—fingers wrapped firmly around your ankles. The mere suggestion of restraint sends heat licking up your spine, breath growing even heavier as her thumbs press into the arches of your feet, rubbing slow deep circles and you sigh at the relief.
You shift a little on the mattress and feel the wire of your bra dig into your sore ribs.
“Nat,” you whine her name soft and sweet, tugging at your shirt to signal to her.
She places one last kiss to your ankle before moving up your body.
“I’ve got you baby, s’okay, just relax.” She kisses the pout off your face, hands already spread across the expanse of your ribs, before moving to the clasp under your shirt and unhooking it.
You sigh, deep and heavy and full of relief and Nat can’t help the smile that comes to her face, placing kisses along your belly as she pulls your shirt off, careful to not let it tangle around your hair, keeping your body pressed as close to hers as possible.
“That better?” She asks as you shrug your bra off.
“Mhm.” You’re so soft and pliant underneath her, body arched up into hers—wearing nothing but your blush pink thong, pressing your cheek into her hand, eyes half-lidded.
“God, you’re gonna kill me.” Nat kisses your sternum, lips dragging heat across your skin down to your navel before resting at your hip.
“Nat,” you whine, hands threading through her hair as she kisses the wet spot forming on your panties.
“Mm, should we wait for Buck?” She murmurs against the soft cotton, nose pressing into the fabric, savouring the sweet smell of your arousal, hands massaging the flesh of your ass before pinning your hips to stop your squirming.
You whine unintelligibly, not knowing yourself what you want.
Just more.
More touch.
More closeness.
More of her.
Nat sits back, taking off the loose shirt she’d been wearing—one of Bucky’s.
Your eyes land on the soft curves of her breasts, falling perfectly in front of you, nipples already hard. You reach for her, hand moving to her back and trailing your fingers down her spine before pressing your thumb into her nipple.
“Baby—” Nat gasps, leaning into your touch as your thigh pushes up between her bare legs.
Nat’s eyes go dark, pinning your hips to the bed with one hand, using the other to pin your wrists above your head. You gasp at the sudden shift and Nat swallows it—lips meeting yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as she pushes her thigh up to meet your throbbing cunt.
You moan into her mouth, grinding your pussy onto her leg as much as you can with your hips still pinned. Your chest arches up into her, the feel of her nipples against yours almost too much to bear.
Nat practically growls at the soft sounds you let out into her mouth, moving to swirl her tongue around one of your nipples, fingers twisting the other, tugging and pulling. You gasp, pleasure shooting through you so fast, it’s almost embarrassing.
You whine her name, writhing under her touch as she continues to suck, letting it go with a slick pop before moving to the other.
You’re so wrapped up in each other, you barely notice Bucky enter the room—his cock twitching at the sight of his two girls in nothing but their panties, already writhing and wet.
“Fuck—” Bucky murmurs appreciatively, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Nat pull your panties off.
She turns at the sound of Bucky’s voice, smirking before moving to make space for him. Your chest rises and falls quickly as your back arches off the bed, breasts bouncing softly when you shift.
Bucky’s lips part at the sight, eyes locked on your chest before looking up at you—your hair slightly mussed, eyes wide and wanting and lips already kiss-bitten and wet. Your hands are still pinned above your head by Nat, legs bent at the knee and spread wide, pussy glistening and clenching around nothing.
You look like all his dirty dreams and the rest of his life wrapped in one and the thought does something indescribable to him. He pushes himself off the wall, walking over to you and you feel the desire roll off him in waves.
Bucky’s hand cradles the side of your face, warm and steady—holding you in place when his lips find yours. He kisses you hard, desperate, guiding your mouth along his, tongue slipping past your lips. Your wrists twitch against Nat’s grip, wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his hair.
He pulls back with a soft bite of your lower lip before letting it go. He has to shut his eyes at the sound of your soft whimper. The sound runs down his spine, going straight to his dick. Nat finally lets go of your wrists, moving down your body to settle between your legs.
Her arms hook around your thighs, pulling you to her mouth. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement. Bucky comes to sit up against the headboard, shifting your head gently into his lap. He brushes your hair out of your face before tracing his fingers down to your lips.
“Open.”
You obey instantly, parting your lips and looking up at him through your eyelashes and Bucky has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from picking you up, putting you on all fours and fucking the soul out of you. Wants to see those pretty eyes roll back when he pulls your head back to look at him.
His cock hardens at the thought, heat rushing downwards and spreading through his lungs, making his breath hitch in his throat.
Oh the sight of your lips wrapped around his fingers so pretty. You moan as you suck, taking a third finger now, whining when Natasha’s tongue breaches your opening, pushing inside. Your thighs threaten to close around her head before she pushes them open further.
“Look at you, always need something in that pretty mouth of yours, don’t you?”
Bucky’s hand brushes your hair out of your face, pressing down onto your tongue with his fingers.
You nod slightly, sucking harder with a muffled moan as Nat’s mouth closes around your clit. Your hand flies to her head, fingers curling into her hair and you don’t know if you’re trying to push her away or pull her in closer.
Bucky pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop and you whine at the loss, writhing under Nat’s tongue, holding onto Bucky’s hand to ground yourself.
“Shh, relax baby, gonna give this pretty mouth my cock now.” His thumb traces your bottom lip and you try sucking it into your mouth, eyes rolling back as Nat’s tongue works your soaked cunt.
“Greedy girl,” Bucky chuckles.
“Mm— Bucky pleaseee,” you whine, breaking off into a loud moan when Nat’s mouth closes around your clit once more, sucking hard. Your back arches off the bed at the overwhelming pleasure, hand twisting into the fabric of Bucky’s sweatpants, head leaning back until your nose is brushing against the hard outline of him.
You tug at his pants almost absentmindedly, eyes slipping shut, hips rolling against Nat’s face as her tongue moves slow and filthy against you. Her fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to feel pinned—completely hers.
“Taste so good baby…so sweet,” Nat mumbles into your thighs.
Your eyes are still shut, lips parted around a gasp when you feel the tip of Bucky’s cock press against your mouth, pre-cum spreading against your lips. Your eyes open lazily—soft and wanting as you look up at him, shirt and pants discarded on the floor and you open your mouth to take him.
“There you go baby, that’s it.” He feeds his cock slowly into your mouth, just the first couple of inches and you suck softly, tongue swirling around the tip, moaning at the heavy weight of him in your mouth, warm and leaking against your tongue.
The angle is overwhelming, filthy. Your head resting on his thigh, his metal hand brushing your hair back gently like he doesn’t have his cock pressed between your lips. His big body looms over you and he could so easily ruin you—fuck your face until you’re crying and sputtering against him.
But he doesn’t.
He just lets you suck and taste him like it’s more for you than for him.
You gasp around his length when Nat pushes two fingers inside you. Bucky takes the opportunity to push himself slightly further into your waiting mouth, groaning at the wet, warm feel. Your tongue drags against the underside of him and he grunts, pushing your head down further. You gag slightly, tears pricking your eyes, determinded to take all of him, throat relaxing around his cock, nose pressing into him, moaning at the heady smell of him, the brush of coarse hair.
The weight of him in your mouth, the ache in your jaw, the overwhelming pleasure building between your legs, pussy clenching around Nat’s fingers, stomach coiling tight—all mixes together until your mind goes completely blank and you come. Hard.
“That’s it baby, come.” Nat murmurs into your pussy, tongue continuing her slow strokes against you while your hips buck up against her face, riding out your orgasm, muffled whines leaving you, spit dripping out around Bucky’s cock.
Bucky pulls out of your mouth and you whine, mouth chasing his length like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.
You’re still coming down from your orgasm, hips rolling, soft gasps leaving your lips, body going soft and limp against the mattress. Bucky’s between your legs before you even know what’s happening—thick fingers stretching you out, tongue flicking against your throbbing clit.
“Needed to taste you, sweet girl.” Bucky kisses along your folds, tongue laving over you as his fingers continue fucking into you. You’re writhing, head tilting left and right as your clit throbs against his lips. The sounds leaving you are obscene—whining, moaning, Bucky’s name leaving your lips in soft pleas as his fingers rub against that spot deep inside you relentlessly. His fingers are longer than Nat’s—thicker.
Tears slip down your temples as you feel your orgasm build too fast—too strong. You cum again, this time more violently than the first, pulling at Bucky’s hair, mouth open in a soundless O as your hips rut against his face.
Bucky doesn’t stop, moaning into your pussy at the taste of you, sucking your overstimulated clit into his mouth until you’re kicking your legs, squirming on the bed as you try to move away, hips locked in place by his big hands.
“I can’t— I can’t— please, s’too much— can’t—”
Bucky’s hand wraps around your ankle, holding you in place, tongue dipping inside you as you writhe, whining for him to please please wait. He knows your limits, knows you’ll say stop if you need him to stop, knows that when you kick and squirm and tell him to wait, you want him to push past what you think you can handle, want him and Nat to overwhelm your senses until the overstimulation melts into something else, until your brain goes soft and quiet and completely pliant.
Nat’s mouth is on yours before you can make another sound, hands pinning your waist to the bed, slowing your movements to get away from Bucky’s tongue.
She pulls away suddenly, lips spit-slick and swollen, tasting of you. Her fingers dip into your slick where Bucky’s mouth is before pulling them out and pressing into your mouth before you can protest, letting you suck and taste yourself.
Her other hand cards through your hair, rubbing gentle circles into the base of your neck and you soften, melting into the bed, letting the throbbing overstimulation turn soft, taking whatever they both give you, sucking gently on Nat’s fingers.
“Doing so good for us baby. So good.”
You melt further at the praise, another orgasm building as Bucky’s tongue moves in fast circles over your clit. You come—hard, body convulsing under their combined touch.
“That’s it sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
He pulls back finally, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, eyes blown wide with want, cock leaking thick and heavy against his stomach. Your mouth waters around Nat’s fingers, already aching to have him in your mouth again.
“Look at you, got my fingers in your mouth and you still need more, still need Bucky’s cock to suck on?”
You nod helplessly, tears dripping down your temples, wetting your hair.
Bucky’s on his knees between your legs, stroking his thick cock in his hand, groaning at the sight of you spread beneath him—pussy glistening and puffy, nipples perked, lips swollen around Nat’s fingers.
Nat moves to wrap her hand around him, tight strokes that have him groaning, before taking him into her mouth—lips wrapping around his thick, flushed length, hollowing her cheeks as she moves her mouth up and down his length.
You whine around Nat’s fingers, pushing your knee up to Bucky’s leg to get his attention. Your legs are still shaking from your orgasms. He looks over at you, smirking at the furrow between your brows as he pushes himself further into Nat’s mouth, hand twisting into her hair.
“Bucky—” Your voice is muffled, spit dripping down Nat’s fingers before Bucky pulls her hand free, taking your face in one big hand, the other still guiding Nat’s head up and down his cock.
“What’s wrong doll? You need my cock?” His tone is mocking, squishing your cheeks slightly in his metal hand.
“Yes Bucky please, please need your cock.” Your hands reach for him fruitlessly as Nat continues to bob her head up and down his length before finally releasing it with a wet pop, smirking down at you.
“All yours baby, mommy just wanted a little taste.”
She lies back next to you, smirking and pushing your hair out of your face, kissing the tears that had dripped down your cheeks and you nuzzle into her, eyes fluttering shut.
Bucky’s flipping you over before you know what’s happening, sliding a thick pillow under your hips to angle yourself for him. You gasp, scrambling slightly before settling into the position, moaning at the feel of Bucky’s blunt head nudging between your oversensitive folds.
Your wriggle your hips slightly to get comfortable, loving when Bucky takes you like this.
“You comfortable baby? Need another pillow?”
You try to answer, voice leaving you in a desperate moan as his cock pushes in just slightly, coating himself in your slick.
“Words, doll.”
“I— yes, m’good, just please—”
Bucky pushes in then, stretching you around his thick length, the burn sweet and intense as he pushes further and further. You always forget how big he is, how much it takes to adjust to his size.
“You just lie there baby doll, let daddy take care of you, gonna fuck all the thoughts out of that pretty head.”
Your thoughts are already gone—mind blissfully blank, thinking of nothing other than the stretch and drag of him inside you. The way he fills you so completely.
He’s only just started, hands pressing into your hips, spreading you wide for him, the pillow angling your body so that he hits that soft spot inside you that has you reeling, seeing stars behind your eyes, breathless moans leaving your lips every time his thick head nudges against it.
You’re already close, your pussy still sensitive from your earlier orgasms.
“Fuck doll you feel so— fuck— so good— so good around my cock.” Bucky’s voice is wrecked, groaning at the sounds of your wet pussy sucking him in, the sounds of his skin meeting yours.
“Bucky, fuck please— m’so close—” You trail off, pretty little ‘uh-uh’s’ leaving your lips before Nat’s lips meet yours in a hungry kiss. You can’t take it, the feel of Nat’s hands pulling at your nipples, roaming your body, stroking through your hair as she kisses you stupid. Bucky’s cock fucking you higher and higher onto the bed until he pulls you back to him with a growl.
“I’m— oh— Buckyyy.” Your head falls limp, pleasure building so fast, you feel your vision go white, eyes rolling back until you can’t feel them anymore, nerve endings sparking so hard you might just give out completely.
Nat’s fingers press into the sides of your neck, whispering against your ear.
“Just relax for us baby, let go.”
You do then— you feel your body transcend, going completely limp against the sheets, mind going blank in a way it only does for Bucky and Nat, relaxing until the pleasure feels like it’s a part of you.
You’re so pliant now, quiet, mouth open soundlessly, eyes slipping shut, feeling yourself dragged deeper and deeper under until you feel like you might be asleep—pleasure still hitting in fast bursts, but your body registers it like a dream, reacting to it with no input from you. You feel your pussy clench around Bucky’s thick length, can hear his voice far away, like you’re underwater.
Bucky’s dragging your hips up to meet him. You feel hands and lips drag over your body, not sure whose they are. Your stomach goes tight before relaxing completely and you gush, squirting wet and hot and endless around Bucky’s cock, soaking the sheets beneath you.
“Holy shit baby, you just squirted, fuck— fuck—” Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, your release still gushing out of you, his voice coming back into focus, now aware of Nat’s hands on your body. You sob through it, Nat shushing you and kissing your tears.
“There she is. So good baby, such a good girl for us, just a little more, a little bit more.”
You’re shaking your head, soft sobs leaving your lips at the feel of Bucky’s cock still dragging through you, legs shaking around him, the pillow beneath you embarrassingly soaked.
“Just one more, you can do it, one more for us.”
You sob, nodding, leaning into Nat’s touch as she wipes your tears, kissing you soft and slow.
You don’t even feel your next orgasm build, it hits you fast and hard, liquid gushing out of you once more and you melt against the bed, the slick sounds mixed with Bucky’s grunts filling your ears.
“Fuck baby, that’s it, gonna fill you up now. Just a little more, doing so good.”
He thrusts in twice more, and you feel him swell inside you, stretching you impossibly further before he cums inside you, hot spurts filling you over and over, his thrusts slowing, hands gripping your hips, holding you to him as the last of his cum spills out.
Bucky presses himself to your back before rolling onto his side, pulling you with him, his cock still heavy inside of you. He presses himself closer, letting you feel every bit of warm skin pressed to you.
“We’ve got you, we’ve got you.” Nat presses herself to your front, kissing your wet cheeks, stroking your hair until your eyes finally flutter open, a small soft smile playing at your lips.
“There she is. You okay sweetheart?” Nat’s voice is laced with concern, never having seen you lose it that completely.
You nod gently, nuzzling back into Bucky’s warmth, his comforting scent that brings you back down to earth.
“So good.” You mumble, eyes fluttering closed with a smile.
Bucky pulls out then, shushing you gently when you whine at the loss.
You’re half asleep as they move you around gently, cleaning you and lifting you slightly to change the soaked sheets. You barely register their movements, letting yourself be moved side to side. They never once leave you on your own, skin pressed to yours, lips peppering kisses down your sweaty back.
You lie there, spread against the sheets, leg hooked over Bucky’s thigh, head resting on his chest. His arm wraps around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Nat’s leg is tangled with yours, head resting on your shoulder as her fingers trail up and down your back, pressing gentle kisses to the skin there.
Bucky’s lips are pressed to your temple, metal fingers pushing the strands of hair falling into your face. His thumb presses into your cheek gently, stroking the warmth there. You nuzzle into his chest—steady and warm beneath your cheek and your eyes flutter closed.
You’ve never felt so safe.
So loved.
So completely taken care of.
“Sleep baby, we’ve got you.”
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