#dbf!Steve x reader
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Riding Lessons - Three
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader X Dbf!Steve
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your family’s cabin for the weekend. The only problem? That’s the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. It’s fine, though, there’s plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and I’m hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but I’ve always been a hot mess so we’ll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one Part Two
~*~
“Ah! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!” Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
“Yeah, we just finished yoga,” you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
You’re both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
“You gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.”
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you won’t be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
“Wanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.”
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
You look good enough to eat in your sweaty yoga clothes, and he needs to discretely adjust his boner as he watches a drop of sweat bury itself in your cleavage. God, he wishes he could lick it up and then fuck you till you’re crying.
He’d give you a better workout than any yoga instructor ever could.
“You ladies can still come this weekend. Us old farts are gonna be watching the game and fishing for most of the weekend, so you ladies will be free to sunbathe and paint your nails and talk about boys all you want.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, accentuating your bust and making it so much harder for Bucky to keep his cool.
“Is that really what you think we do all day?” You ask, sass dripping from your voice.
A smile tugs at the corner of Bucky’s mouth when your eyes finally meet his, and he can see you swallow hard and squeeze your soft thighs together.
“I’m okay to go, still,” Wanda pipes in, smiling encouragingly at you when you raise your eyebrows.
“You don’t have to, Wanda. Don’t feel pressured just because they're standing right there,” You whisper, though secretly all you want is to go because Bucky and Steve are gonna be there.
The memory of the last time you saw both of them together has been playing in your head since the barbecue.
Steve’s eager tongue between your legs, lapping up the mess that Bucky made and not stopping until his face was just as messy.
His beard glistened in the sun when the three of you finally made it back outside, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
All the while, Bucky kept shooting you knowing glances, letting you know that that wouldn’t be the end of things.
She shakes her head and smiles again, “it’ll still be fun. Besides, now we won’t have to worry about anyone breaking in and killing us like in that movie we watched.”
You groan and shake your head, but a grin finds your lips anyway.
Perfect.
A weekend with your best friend and the two men who practically own you. What more could a girl ask for?
~*~
“Okay, ladies! You two are gonna be sharing the room down the hall. If you get up at all during the night and see someone on the couch, don’t panic. It’s just this big lug,” your dad says with a grin, patting Steve’s shoulder.
The blond man grins at you, mischief in his eyes, then looks over at where Bucky stands, his eyes focused on yours.
You swallow hard and nod, grabbing Wanda’s hand and tugging her toward what’s going to be your bedroom for the weekend.
“Oh. My. God!” She exclaims as soon as the door’s closed, a wicked grin on her face.
You groan loudly and collapse on the bed.
“I told you!” You grumble, shaking your head in disbelief.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you’re regretting coming to the cabin with them.
“They were pretty much fucking you with their eyes the whole time! And your and your dad really has no idea?” She asks in a whisper, sitting next to you on the bed and poking your shoulder until you look at her.
“He has no clue, dude. Fuck, this was a mistake. I’m not gonna be able to survive the weekend. I’m not. I’m gonna die. I’m going to explode or dad's gonna find out or-”
“Stop overreacting! If you guys haven’t been caught after the whole barbecue thing, I doubt you’re gonna get caught at all. Have fun. You’re only young once, and those guys are hot as fuck. If you don’t fuck them this weekend then I’m going to.”
You roll your eyes but push yourself into a seated position anyway.
“Fuck, I guess you’re right. It’ll be fine. They’re not gonna be obvious about it, right?”
Wanda nods and roots through her suitcase to find her bathing suit
“Right. Now, let's go get some sun!”
~*~
Wrong.
You were wrong.
You were so fucking wrong.
You and Wanda are lying down on the lounge chairs on the patio of the cabin overlooking the lake, iced teas beside you and soft music playing, when they walk by.
Each of them clad only in their swim trunks, thick muscular bodies on display for your hungry eyes.
You can’t help but devour them, and they’re not discreet in doing the same to you.
Bucky goes so far as to stand directly in front of your lounge chair, a smile on his lips as he takes in the sight of your beautiful body draped in only a red bikini.
“You ladies put sunblock on?” Steve asks, his eyes focusing on your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face.
You shake your head, “that kind of defeats the whole purpose of getting some sun, Steve.”
Bucky leans down slightly and trails his fingers over your inner calf, stopping above your knee and then tapping your inner thigh gently.
“You want some help putting it on, crybaby? Hmm?”
You inhale sharply, thighs squeezing together but he grabs the flesh quickly, giving you a stern look.
Your eyes flicker over his shoulder to Steve, whose gaze is focused on you as Bucky brings his hand up to grab your face. He leans closer, his lips grazing your cheek for just a moment before his teeth nip at your ear.
“You gonna ride my face when your dad falls asleep tonight, princess?”
You nod immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes as he slowly pulls away.
“You guys comin’ or what?” Your dad’s voice calls from around the side of the cabin.
Bucky steps back and rises to his full height, adjusting his boner then plastering a stunning smile on his handsome face.
“Yeah! Just got caught up.”
They both take their leave, each glancing over their shoulder at you before disappearing around the house.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Wanda whistles lowly.
“I don’t know how you’re not melted into a puddle right now. If either of those men did that to me I’d probably die on the spot. Like, I don’t understand how you do it. You’re one lucky bitch, I’ll tell you that much.”
You take a deep breath and sink an inch lower in the lounge chair, heart racing and eyes squeezed shut.
“Wanda, I don’t think I’m gonna survive this,” you confess, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
She giggles and shakes her head at you, relaxing in the lounge chair.
“Why not have fun with it? I mean, they clearly are. Might as well give it right back to them,” she notes.
You slowly pull your hands away from your face and look over at her, intrigue written across your face.
“I’m just saying that two -or, three I guess- can play this game. They wanna tease you? Tease ‘em right back. I’m sure whatever they have in store for you after will be worth it anyway, so might as well have fun.”
You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment, pondering her words.
“But how? I don’t wanna be obvious and have my dad find out.”
She shrugs, “just do little things. We’ve got popsicles in the freezer, right? Go offer them one.” She punctuates her sentence with a wink and you feel a smile creep across your face.
You rise off of the lounge chair and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get inside and grab a popsicle.
You pull it out of the wrapping and lather it with saliva, then head to the bathroom to adjust your bikini top in the mirror.
Once you’re positive that you look good enough to eat, you make your way back outside, smiling at Wanda when she laughs as you pass by.
You follow the path that Steve and Bucky took around the side of the cabin where your dad keeps all the fishing gear, wrapping your lips around the popsicle and sucking the sweet taste into your mouth when you finally catch a glimpse of the two men.
“Hey, kiddo. Everything okay?” Your dad asks, not looking up from the supplies he’s gathering.
“Yeah, everything’s good. I just wanted to see if any of you wanted a popsicle.” You drag your tongue up the underside of the popsicle right as Bucky and Steve lift their gazes to you, and the look on their faces says it all.
Steve stays quiet, but Bucky takes a step towards you and cocks his head to the side.
“I’m okay for now, darling. I’ve already got a sweet treat planned after dinner. Don’t wanna have too much now.”
The way his eyes rake over your figure has you feeling the ghost of his touch between your legs, and your thighs clench. Something that does not go unnoticed by the two of them.
You bat your eyelashes innocently at the two of them, taking the popsicle deep in your throat for a moment and humming around it before pulling it back out.
A string of saliva connects your lips and the popsicle for a long moment before you lick your lips, and you grin when the two men adjust themselves in their swim trunks.
“Okay. Just wanted to come and offer. Do you want anything, Steve?” You turn pointedly toward the blond, your free hand stroking your breasts through your bikini top, playing with your hardened nipple for a moment before dropping down to rest at your side.
Steve swallows hard and gives you a look that has a shiver racing down your spine.
“I’m good, sweetheart, thank you. Might take you up on that later though.” His dark eyes tell you that he wants your lips wrapped around something other than the popsicle, and you giggle softly.
“Okay. If you fellas change your mind just let me know. I don’t mind bringing them out to you.” You lick up the popsicle one last time before turning on your heel and walking away, your ass bouncing with every step you take and you can feel them watching you.
“All right boys, let's get this boat out in the water!”
~*~
The rest of the afternoon is peaceful, with your dad and his friends fishing and you and Wanda enjoying the sun while the ache between your legs only worsens.
By the time dinner’s on the table, you’re beyond ready to deal with your aching clit on your own, but one look at the two delicious men at the table and you halt those thoughts in their tracks.
Your dad sits at one end of the table and Bucky sits at the other, with you and Wanda between them on one side and Steve seated across from the two of you.
With a pile of steaming food on your plate, you find yourself hungry for something else, unable to concentrate on the conversations going on around you as your mind wanders to all the dirty things these men could do to you. All the things they plan on doing to you.
Lifting your eyes slowly, you watch Steve as he talks to Wanda about some science thing she’s working on in school.
Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you slowly raise your foot and straighten your leg under the table, watching the way his lips quirk upward when your foot caresses his calf.
You slowly drag your foot upwards until you reach his thigh, then dare to move further watching him closely as you stroke the bulge in his pants.
His hips move forward the tiniest bit and he clears his throat, shifting his weight and shooting you a glance, daring you to continue.
You can’t help but grin, taking a sip of your drink and stroking him again.
Your eyes flutter over to the man on your right and you almost choke on your drink at the way he’s looking at you.
He’s obviously aware of what you’re doing, and you have to stop yourself from giggling.
You tease Steve beneath the table for the rest of the meal, stroking his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts and relishing in the way he looks at you. Promising a punishment that you’re beyond excited for.
~*~
“Okay folks, you guys ready?” Your dad shouts from the doc, Steve beside him helping set up the fireworks.
You and Wanda both cheer, excited about the fireworks.
They begin setting them off and the two of you watch in awe as your attention is captured.
“I’m gonna go down on the swing to watch, wanna come?” Wanda asks, stepping towards the stairs leading down to the porch swing.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna grab a sweater.”
She nods and heads down to the swing.
As you turn to the cabin to get a sweater, you freeze in your tracks.
Bucky’s leaning against the sliding glass door, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and his dark eyes trained on you.
“B-Bucky. I didn’t hear you come out.”
You mentally curse yourself for being reduced to a stuttering mess whenever he's around.
“You had fun with Steve, huh?”
You swallow hard and lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed.
He pushes off the door and steps toward you, forcing you to back up until your back hits the railing of the deck.
You’re trapped between the wood and his hard body and you don’t know what to do.
“You’ve been teasing us all day, crybaby. That’s not something a good girl does, is it?”
You tilt your head back to look at him as the fireworks explode overhead, his eyes illuminated for a brief moment before darkness masks his face once again.
“I was just returning the favour, James.”
Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at attention and fuck, he loves hearing it come from your pretty lips.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan now? Because, the way I see it, he and I have every right to do whatever we want to this sweet, tight body of yours. I could spin you around, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt till you’re crying. Right outside in front of your friend and your dad. Is that what you want, baby?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he’s already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck.
You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as another firework bursts overhead.
His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your dress, and he lets out a soft curse when he finds you bare and wet for him.
“You’re really playing with fire here, crybaby, you know that?” He whispers, his lips trailing over your neck as his fingers slowly slide through your folds.
You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your dad and Steve are.
All the way down at the dock.
Surely too far away to make out exactly what’s going on.
Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand, and he chuckles softly.
“You’re so easy, crybaby. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum? For me to have you begging and crying?”
You hum softly, rocking your hips in time with his fingers.
“Maybe you should remind me,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you’ve been all day.
He laughs softly, his fingers not slowing as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you cum? Wanna cream all over my fingers like the good little slut I know you are?”
You nod eagerly, your body wound tight and ready for the sweet release you know he can bring you.
He chuckles quietly and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, then grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back until it’s resting on his shoulder.
“Good girls get to cum. Bad girls get punished. Meet me in the living room at one and you’ll get what you deserve, princess.”
With that, he releases you and takes a step away, then bounds down the stairs and onto the grass, giving Wanda a wink on his way.
You stay leaning against the railing, breathing hard and squeezing your thighs together in frustration.
These two are gonna be the death of you. But what a way to go.
~*~
You toss and turn all night, unable to get even a wink of sleep as you count down the minutes until 1am.
Eventually, the clock strikes one, but you find yourself paralyzed with fear and anticipation.
What will they do to you?
What if your dad finds out?
Oh god, this can’t end well.
Finally mustering up your courage, and using the cover of just needing a glass of water, you venture out of your room and slowly make your way through the cabin.
The lights in the living room are off, and you let out a sigh of relief.
They probably got the hint after waiting for fifteen minutes.
Disappointment and relief play tug-of-war with your heart as you get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.
At least now you’ll probably be able to finally get some sleep. Just as soon as you deal with your aching clit.
“You know, Steve didn’t think you’d show. But I knew you’d make it.”
You tense up at the sound of his smooth voice, searching for the source of it in the darkness of the room.
“And, though I’m glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence, punctuality is important to me.” His voice slowly gets closer until you can make out the outline of his body in the darkness.
“I-I’m sorry,” you try softly, setting your glass down and bracing your hands on the counter behind your back.
“After all the teasing today? No, you’re not. But you will be.” His firm hands find your waist with ease, and then he’s spinning you around and bending you over across the kitchen island.
You huff out a surprised gasp when a second set of hands pushes your hair away from your face.
“How are we gonna punish our sweet girl, Buck?” Steve’s voice asks from in front of you.
You swallow hard as the oversized shirt you’re wearing gets pushed up your back, your panties yanked down your thighs next.
“Hmm...” Bucky acts as if he’s thinking as his hands caress the globes of your ass, but he already knows what he’s got planned for you.
“How about... one for every minute you were late?” He punctuates his question with a particularly rough smack to your ass, and you yelp softly only for Steve to cover your mouth with his large hand.
“I think that sounds like a good idea,” the blond agrees.
Without giving you any warning, the brunet’s hand comes down hard on your ass again, and you jolt away from the pain as much as you’re able to from your position on the counter.
He spanks you again, then again, and twice more after that, and pretty soon tears are prickling at your eyes and the ache between your thighs has morphed into a throb.
You’re mumbling pleas and apologies into Steve’s hand, and both men can’t help but coo at how adorable you look.
With each strike of his hand against your ass, you crawl closer and closer to the edge, your climax just out of reach when he finally whispers ‘fifteen’.
“Good girl. There you go, you pretty little thing. Took it like a champ,” Bucky praises as he massages your aching flesh.
You whine softly, cheeks tear-stained and glistening.
Steve releases your mouth and leans down to kiss your forehead.
“You’re such a good girl for us, honey. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers softly, his voice gentle and kind.
Your insides get warm and fuzzy at the praise from both of them and you can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth.
“Now, sweet girl. You gonna let me eat your pretty pussy? I remember you saying you’d ride my face. Well, what are you waiting for, honey?”
He helps you stand on your shaky legs, then leads you into the living room with Steve hot on your heels.
Each man has a hand somewhere on your body, and you don’t hate it. In fact, you could die happily in their arms.
After an orgasm, of course.
Bucky lies down on the couch on his back while Steve turns on a dim lamp in the corner of the room, giving you just enough light to see where each man is.
“C’mon, baby. Lemme taste that pretty pussy. I’ve missed her.”
You climb nervously onto the couch, nodding at the questioning look on his face, then position yourself with your knees on either side of his head and your pussy right above his mouth.
“None of that hovering shit, sweetheart. I’m a man, not a boy. I can handle you. I wanna feel you ride my face.”
He grabs your hips and yanks them down until your weight is firmly resting on his face, and then his talented tongue is working your clit.
“O-oh!” You exclaim, tumbling forward and grabbing onto the arm of the couch for stability.
“Oh God... Bucky... oh fuck...”
He works your body like he’s spent years studying it, finding every angle that makes you twitch.
Steve comes to stand at the edge of the couch, smoothing his hands through your hair and cupping your face, forcing you to look up at him through glossy eyes as his friend brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“You look so pretty riding his face, honey. So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips with his.
The kiss is intense and passionate, and you can’t help but whine softly against his mouth when his fingers dart beneath your shirt to tug on your nipples.
Bucky’s hands slide over your thighs, pulling you further onto his face while his tongue attacks your clit.
You moan into Steve’s mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the bare skin.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper against his mouth, leaning your chest into his hands as he fondles your breasts.
“Do it, honey. Cum all over his face. C’mon, sweet girl,” Steve coaxes, tugging and twisting your nipples and nipping at your bottom lip while you rock your hips against Bucky’s face.
The additional stimulation pushes you over the edge quickly, and you crumple forward against Steve’s chest, panting against his mouth as you convulse.
He supports your weight while Bucky licks you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of your walls spasming and fluttering while you whimper and moan against Steve.
“Good girl... fuck, you’re such a good girl for us,” Steve praises, hugging you to his chest for a moment then helping you off of Bucky’s face.
The brunet sits up and pulls you to sit on his lap, his beard glistening in the dim light of the room.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you deeply.
You taste yourself on his mouth and can’t help but sigh into it.
Something about the way he’s so comfortable being sexual with you, so open and confident without a hint of insecurity makes you so unbelievably attracted to him.
You rock your hips on his lap, wanting -no, needing- more.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren't you?” He muses against your lips, pulling back to look at you.
You nod, breathing heavily and wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock inside you.
“Please fuck me,” you beg softly, lust-filled eyes trained on him.
He groans softly and nods, pushing you to lie down on your back.
You huff out a breath and sit up while he rises, yanking your shirt off and watching as he and Steve drop their sweatpants.
Steve comes to kneel at your head while Bucky makes his way between your thighs again.
“Buck says I’m not allowed to fuck you, sweetheart,” Steve whispers. “Not yet, anyway. Punk wants to keep that sweet tight cunt to himself and, honestly, I don’t blame him. Still can’t help but be jealous. I’d love to feel your squeeze me, princess. Fuck, I dream of the day when I can finally cum inside you, pump you full.”
You squirm on the couch, desperate to be filled with cock and cum, and the two men share a soft chuckle.
“Getting our girl all worked up, Stevie. Look at how desperate she is.”
‘Our girl’. You can’t help but sigh at that.
You belong to them, to both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Steve rubs the tip of his hot cock against your lips, smearing a bead of precum around and chuckling softly when your mouth drops open.
“You’re just desperate for cock at this point, aren’t you?” He questions softly, pushing into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue.
You can only nod slightly, not wanting to disturb him as he plays with your mouth.
Bucky’s hands rub gently along your thighs, smoothing over the skin and sending shivers racing up your spine.
“You like teasing her, huh?” He asks, a smile on his face as he watches his friend have fun with you.
“She makes it hard not to,” Steve admits, slowly pushing his cock down your throat.
You brace one hand above your head on his thigh, trying hard to keep your throat open and push your gag reflex down as he starts thrusting gently.
“Aw, look at how nice he’s being, Angel. Treating you like you’re fragile or something,” Bucky says with a chuckle, using one hand to guide his cock to your dripping hole while the other hand shoves your shirt up above your breasts, two fingers pinching your nipple.
“We all know that’s not true though, don’t we?” He punctuates his question with a harsh thrust that kisses your cervix and you can’t help but moan around Steve’s length, trying to suppress the cough that wants to follow.
The brunet feels proud at how well you take his cock, like your body was made specifically for him. And he plans on taking complete advantage of that.
His pace is even, each thrust rough enough to have a soft moan falling from your mouth and every time a noise comes from you, Steve moans from above you. The vibrations combined with how hot and wet your mouth is has the blond trying desperately to hold onto his composure.
You feel so full.
So completely stuffed from both ends and you’ve never been happier.
Bucky fits perfectly in your cunt, each drag of his girth along your walls has sparks shooting to your clit, a type of stimulation you didn’t think you’d get from penetration alone - yet here you are.
Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, getting closer and closer with each thrust of Bucky’s hips and every tug of your hair in Steve’s hand.
Your senses are clouded. Nothing exists beyond Bucky in your cunt and Steve in your mouth. All you can taste, feel, hear, and smell is the three of you and you’d love to bask in it forever.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Nice n’ tight... wet... shit, honey, you feel like heaven, you know that? God, I could fuck this sweet little pussy all night. Might just have to.”
Bucky’s words have you gushing around him, a moan vibrating against Steve’s cock again and the blond can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, honey. Shit... I tried to be gentle but fuck, you feel too good. I’m sorry.” With that, he holds your head in both hands and begins fucking your throat like you’re nothing more than a fucktoy.
He uses you to get off. He ignores your gags and coughs and the tears running down your temples and he fucks you like he owns you.
And between your thighs, Bucky does the same thing.
He has your hips hoisted up slightly, the angle allowing him to get so much deeper and fuck you so much harder. His hands are firmly planted on your hips, gripping so tightly that you know you’re going to have bruises in the morning but you also don’t care.
His cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and you can’t stop the moans from falling between gags.
Everything is too much. The pleasure between your legs mixes so beautifully with all the pain and it pushes you over the edge, your climax slamming into you like a train.
“Fuck... can feel you cumming, sweet girl. Fuck, that’s right... cream on my cock, princess. It’s all yours, you know that,” Bucky murmurs, grunting at the vice-like grip your cunt has on his cock.
Steve doesn’t last much longer, yanking his cock out of his mouth and furiously stroking it until ropes of his cum are bursting out and painting your face.
You cough and gasp, moaning far louder than you really should as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm and Steve cums on your face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in his cum, baby. So fuckin’ pretty. M’gonna fill you up now. Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum then send you back to bed leaking. You want that? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You nod immediately, your hands finding his chest as his thrusts get sloppy.
Your nails dig into the meat of his chest and break the skin, but you’re both so far gone in your pleasure that you hardly register that.
All that matters is him pumping you full of cum exactly like he said he would.
“Please,” you whisper roughly, dragging your nails down his arms until your fingers are wrapped around his wrists - so thick that you can’t even touch the tip of your thumb to your middle finger.
“Fuck, baby. You ready for it? Yeah?” He asks, piercing blue eyes focused on your fucked-out face.
It takes two more thrusts for him to meet his high and then he’s making good on his promise.
He paints your walls white, fills you with warmth exactly like he said he would, and you feel so whole and content at that moment.
With Steve stroking your hair and Bucky smoothing his hands over your thighs, you feel happy.
A content sigh falls from your lips and you settle deeper into the couch, exhaustion creeping up on you.
“Did we fuck you to sleep, pretty girl?” Steve asks softly, his fingers wiping the mess off of your face gently.
You only hum in response, the sound scratchy and hoarse.
He chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before straightening up and tugging his boxers on.
“How do you feel, honey?” Bucky asks gently, his eyes soft and full of something that has your heart jumping in your chest.
You nod your response then clear your throat when he raises his eyebrows expectantly.
“Sore,” you manage to whisper, your lids feeling heavy.
The two men share a soft chuckle and Bucky pulls you onto his lap so you’re cradled in his arms, his softening cock still lodged inside of you.
“How about we go take a quick shower to get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can put you to bed.”
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and wind your arms around his strong body.
“Will you stay with me?” You ask softly, the question muffled slightly from where your lips are pressed against his skin.
He rubs his hands across your back and then a second set of hands is smoothing over your hair.
“We can’t stay for too long, Princess, but definitely until you fall asleep,” Bucky whispers, peppering kisses along any skin exposed to him.
Steve nods his agreement and pushes your hair aside to allow him to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
“Now c’mon, crybaby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)
a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.
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honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)
cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates
Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky
i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!
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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.
Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”
Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.
Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.
You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.
A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.
“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell
“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.
"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.
"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.
“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint
"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.
"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.
"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.
You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.
you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!
the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.
You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.
“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.
“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.
It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.
“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.
Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.
“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.
“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?
Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.
As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.
“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.
“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”
“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though
When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed
“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .
“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.
“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys
Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr
about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)
“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car
“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.
“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”
you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”
“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.
“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.
You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.
“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.
While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”
“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”
for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.
“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-
“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card
He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.
“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.
“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat
“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you
“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.
“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.
“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.
“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely
until next time sweetheart.
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Hiii!!! Could you write a 🤍 fic or drabble with dad!bucky and steve is seeing reader but bucky doesn’t know and they have an argument about something and bucky says something really hurtful so then steve goes to comfort her🥺🥺🥺🥺
🤍 drabble for dad!bucky and reader having an argument then steve comforting her because they're secretly dating
a/n: WAIT I LOVE THIS, also i'm sorry i've been trying to upload more for the celebration but i've been a bit busy with school :(( i'm gonna try to answer more this weekend hopefully (btw i love the ideas you guys send in) also i'm so sorry i keep making these longer than they need to be, you're all probably so sick of my writing at this point😭😭
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"You couldn’t behave just this once? You had to embarrass me infront of my colleagues," Bucky mumbled, as slumping down on the couch.
You recently started working with your father, as an intern of course. You were still in college but it was summer, and unfortunately your summer plans got cancelled. As a birthday present, your mum had bought a trip to Paris. Just for the two of you.
Unfortunately, before the end of the semester, she got into a car accident. When you got to the hospital, she was in surgery. You and Bucky waited there for hours. Steve came by to try to get you both to go home but neither of you moved. Finally, the doctor walked over to you guys. The pitiful look on his face already making you queasy as he said the words that changed your life in an instant. She passed away, she didn’t make it.
Bucky thought that maybe working with him this summer could help you take your mind off of things. At first, it was actually nice to have work as a distraction. But lately, the workload has been more than usual. It’s been tiring and hard but you’ve been trying your best. Today, however, someone else made a mistake and you got blamed for it. You tried to stand up for yourself but no one would listen to you. You looked to your dad for help but Bucky just shook his head and apologized on your behalf.
“I didn't even do anything! Why do you always have to argue with me" You yelled once again, as you threw your bag on the couch.
"I don’t want to argue with you, but you messed up and you need to learn how to take accountability for your actions!" Bucky yelled back, no longer caring about keeping his voice down.
You scoffed in response, "I wish Mom was still here, she wouldn't do this to me. She would stand up for me, she wouldn't believe some other kid over me."
"Fuck I wish she was here so she could see you right now, she'd be nothing but disappointed in you. Thank fucking god she's not here to see you like this, she'd be so fucking ashamed." Bucky instantly regretted what he said, but it was too late. The harsh words already left his mouth, and there was no taking them back now.
You both stood there like that until the sound of the front door pulled you out of your thoughts. You noticed Steve had walked in with takeout in his hand. You completely forgot he was coming over for dinner tonight. You looked back at Bucky before running upstairs to your room.
"Wait sweethear-" Bucky got cut off as you slammed your bedroom door shut. He quickly got up to follow you but Steve stopped him.
"Just let me go talk to her first.” Steve said, knowing you’d be too upset to see Bucky right now.
“I didn’t mean to say that… I just felt guilty when she said what she said…I didn’t mean to h-hurt her, fuck please just go check on her.” Bucky quickly wiped the tears away, knowing there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to forgive him for what he said.
Steve patted his back, before making his way upstairs to your room. His heart broke listening to the quiet sobs coming from your room. He lightly knocked on the door, “Angel, are you in here?”
“Go ‘way, don’t wanna talk…” You mumbled, putting the covers over your head.
“Come on, angel, you don’t have to talk it’s okay, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Steve waited for a few minutes, hoping you’ll let him in soon. He sighed before turning the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked, and walking in.
He walked over to you, and sat down on the bed before carefully moving the blankets down. You looked up at him, with your tear-stained face, still sobbing quietly as you kept thinking about what Bucky said.
“Oh baby, look at you. All these tears don’t look good on my angel, come on let’s dry these up.” Steve carefully wiped away all your tears with his sleeve before pulling you closer to him to let you lay your head on his lap.
“H-he said that…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. You wanted to tell Steve the harsh words you’d heard earlier. You didn't know that he already heard them as soon as he walked in. It took everything in him to not beat the shit out of Bucky at the time but he knew you needed him more though.
“Shh shh, it’s okay, he didn’t mean it. You know how much he loves you. He didn’t mean what he said, I promise. And I know for a fact that she’d be nothing but proud of you if she was still here.” He quickly shushed you, not wanting you to cry again. He tried his best to soothe you with his sweet words. It helped a little but you couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was right. Would she be disappointed?
“Do you think she’d be disappointed in me? If she ever found out about us? Actually, do you think he’ll be disappointed in me if I ever told him about us?” You mumbled.
Steve thought about it for a second before replying, “Maybe at first, but I’m sure he'll come around. He'll will have to come around, angel, because I’m never letting you go.” He mumbled, burying his face in your neck, making you giggle a bit.
“I miss her alot…” You mumbled, as you could already feel the tears making their way back.
“I know, angel, I know. We all do…” Steve laid there with you until you fell asleep. Stroking your hair, and rubbing your back every now and then. All he wanted to do was take your pain away. You didn’t deserve to feel this way. You were his angel, all he wanted to do was protect you.
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Honey Girl.
Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5.1k
Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).
Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/
An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.
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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.
"Babe! Babe! Babe!"
"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"
You can guess. In fact, you already have.
Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.
You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.
You wish people would shut up about it.
The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.
You fall into the latter.
You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.
You're not sure you ever want it to happen.
The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.
Not everyone shares the same sentiment.
"Babe, you still there?"
Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"
You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.
"Sure. I'll see you in ten."
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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."
You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.
"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.
The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.
"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"
She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.
"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."
As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."
"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.
"Like fucking magic."
You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.
"Magic?" you prompt.
"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"
She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.
"So, what's his name? What's he like?"
"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"
"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.
"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."
You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.
"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"
"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."
You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.
"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"
"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."
Jackpot. She's read you like a book.
"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"
"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"
"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"
You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.
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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.
"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."
"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."
Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.
"Hi, Mama."
"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."
She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.
"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."
"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."
She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.
"You've poured four, Mama."
"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."
"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."
"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"
She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.
Your Dad's best friend.
They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.
He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.
Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.
She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.
It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.
A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.
Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.
Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.
Might as well make the most of the freedom.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.
"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.
"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.
"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.
"I brought your favourite, Lori."
"So did I," you echo, laughing.
"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"
"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."
"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.
The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.
"Lacie got Tethered."
"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.
"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.
"Tell me about it."
"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."
"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."
"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."
"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."
"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."
"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."
"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."
"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.
And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.
"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.
"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."
You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.
"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."
You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.
"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.
"You got big late night plans?" you tease.
"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."
Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.
"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"
"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."
"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.
You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.
"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.
"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"
They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.
"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.
"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.
"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.
"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.
"Maybe?" he smirks.
"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."
"Like hell you will," he grumbles.
You quirk a brow in confusion.
"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."
You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.
"Why don't we go somewhere?"
"Where?" you ask tentatively.
"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"
You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.
"I fucking love the beach."
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.
The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.
The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.
A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.
"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."
He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."
Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.
"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."
"And what is this?"
"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."
You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.
"Me too," he whispers.
You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.
"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."
You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.
"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"
He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.
"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."
"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.
"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.
You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.
"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."
You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.
"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"
"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."
He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.
"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.
"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."
"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."
You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.
"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."
"You're the best, sugar."
You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.
"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.
"Nope. You?"
"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"
The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?
"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."
"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.
Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.
"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"
You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.
"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."
He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.
"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."
"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.
"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.
Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.
"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."
You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.
"Woah, easy. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.
He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.
And then, it happens.
Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.
Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.
Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.
After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.
You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.
He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.
You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.
He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.
"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.
A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.
"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."
Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.
You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.
You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.
Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.
You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.
A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.
"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."
"My soulmate," you whisper.
The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.
Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.
"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.
He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.
He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.
"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."
"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.
"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."
You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.
You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.
"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.
He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.
"My honey girl."
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Need someone older | Steve Rogers
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has a kind that makes your body reacts in a needy way whenever he is around you. So when your dad is taking a shower he shows you that he can help your arching feeling better as the boys you know from university.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.019
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dry humping, praises, dirty talk, age gap
Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
Divider made by @firefly-graphics.
“Hey, babygirl,” a rough, familiar voice says behind you, and the man behind you smirks when you hum in response.
You turn around to face the blond, tall man behind you. Your dad’s best friend - Steve Rogers. He is as tall as your dad, muscular, and has short blond hair. His beard is trimmed, and for a moment, you get lost in your thoughts. You love that look, especially because it defines his ocean blue eyes and gives you a lot of thoughts that aren’t as innocent as you look like. You always have a thing for older men, and for Steve even more; his stubble would probably feel so good between your legs while his long, thick fingers slide in and out of you. You try not to moan when you just think about the filthy things he could do to you. You’re pretty small compared to him, and it makes your knees weak. Your pussy starts dripping whenever you’re close to him. And the way your lips are parting so slightly that no one sees it, your eyes so filled with lust, but you just smile and nod softly. Steve chuckles, like he always does when he sees the reaction he has on you, the way you act when he is around you, pressing your legs together, digging your nails in the hem of your shirt, or the surface of the kitchen counter. He sees the way your eyes roam over his muscular body - little do you know he wears shirts that fit like a second skin. Steve enjoys the way your lips are parted, knowing that you think no one sees the way you stare at him, almost drooling over the older man.
“Like what you see?” He tears, walking a step closer, so you have to look up to look into his face and his beautiful blue eyes. “Answer me. Tell me, do you like what you see? Don’t be shy.”
Your eyes widen slightly, and you whimper. His smile grows when he has the reaction he wants to have. You make him go crazy, and he doesn’t need to do much more than stand there. Steve loves to see how small you look, the way you don’t manage to get a word out when he looks into your eyes, the way you clench your thighs and whimper - for relief, wanting him to help you get rid of the aching feeling between your legs. His hand glides to your waist, and he pulls you closer. Your chin almost touches his broad chest, which causes a gasp to leave your lips. His fingers digging into the soft skin of yours, a shiver running along your spine, and you grip the kitchen counter behind you tighter, trying to ground yourself.
“Rogers. Do you annoy her again?” Your dad shouts from behind, and Steve grins.
“Do I, princess?” He asks loudly enough for Bucky to hear him.
You shake your head, but Steve lets go of you to smile softly and walk to Bucky. He smirks at him before they walk out of the kitchen and into the garden. Your breath hitches, your hands are shaking, and your knees are weak. Your nails are digging into the surface of the counter behind you, helping you not to fall down. This man can do things you didn’t know he could do; your panties are soaked with your arousal, and he hasn’t even touched you in a way that could explain your throbbing pussy.
“Dinner is ready in half an hour,” Bucky tells you, and when you reply with a short one, he continues his conversation with Steve.
You made your way to the living room, letting yourself slip on the couch while you watched television. Bucky and Steve are still in the garden, taking about everything and nothing. Your legs are pressed together, and while your head rests against the backrest, your mind is going wild with thoughts about what your dad’s best friend could do with you - with his tongue, with his fingers, or with his dick. You have never thought about it, but you’re sure he is huge. And Steve is experienced in bed, so he will probably do a good job when he fucks a woman, making her scream his name while she comes over his dick over and over again. Just the thought makes you wetter as you already are, and you press your thighs further together, trying to get some friction at your arching pussy. How would it feel when Steve just had a taste of you? When his stubble brushes so softly against your thigh and your pussy or when his thick fingers disappear between your wet, tight walls. He would be more talented than the guys your age, but he is your dad’s best friend and almost double your age. You’re probably not even his type of woman. Maybe you should just date some guys your age, but they are not like Steve - not so nice and handsome.
“Buck is taking a shower, then we can eat,” Steve suddenly says and stands next to you.
“O-Oke,” you mumble, and for a moment you get lost in his beautiful blue eyes.
“You haven’t answered my question earlier. So did you like what you saw?”
You smile softly; it’s more than just that you like to see him standing in front of you; you imagine filthy things he could do to you.
“Yes, I-I like what I see when you’re standing in front of me.”
Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your head away. Steve chuckles, adoring the way you try to hide the red on your cheeks, trying to hide that you’re throbbing wet because of him. He lets himself fall down next to you on the couch, his arm resting on the backrest behind you. You feel warmth rushing through the part between your legs, causing you to press your thighs together.
“I like what I see when I’m standing in front of you too, babydoll.”
The gasp that leaves your lips makes the older man chuckle. His grin playfully, and his eyes were glistening with lust. Steve’s hand slides up and down his thigh, inching closer to his dick, and you follow his hand with your eyes before you let your gaze roam over his body, looking at his hand, which is now covering the growing bulge in his pants. Your breath hitches when you see his dick pressing his pants up. You’re adorable when you look at him like that. You can’t keep your eyes off of his bulge while he slides his hand slowly over it.
“I- Are you-?”
“Hard because of you? Yes, wanna give me a helping hand?” He asks, smirking.
“D- You- Stevie-“ you stutter, your eyes widening while you look at him.
Your eyes meet, and you almost don’t recognize him leaning closer. Only when his hands find your hips and his fingers trail slowly under the fabric of your shirt. His touch feels like electricity, and you gasp once again. Steve lifts you up like you weigh nothing and places you on his lap, his bulge pressing against your core. You moan softly when you move a bit, feeling the friction between your legs and his bulge growing underneath you.
“B-But dad can hear us,” you say quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders to push you up.
Steve holds you firmly on his lap, pushing you back down on his covered dick when you try to push yourself off of him. He moves your hips slowly over his bulge. You whimper and close your eyes for a moment while he groans. The older man pushes his hips upward, pushing his dick more against you. The movements make you moan and whimper softly. You then let your head fall forward and against his shoulder. Steve smirks. He loves the way you let him touch you like that, the way your body reacts to his touches, and he loves to see you all desperate for his dick, grinding against his bulge.
“He won’t unless you’re loud. But he wanted to take a shower so he wouldn’t hear or see us,” Steve says, looking into your eyes when you push yourself up.
Your lips are just inches away from one another, and his tongue glides over his bottom lip, his glistening saliva coating the soft, plump lips, and your eyes switch from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes. Then he leans closer and captures your lips with his. He moves your hips harshly over his hard dick. You moan into the kiss and slide your hands into his hair, tugging at them. You would like to feel him inside of you; he feels huge, and it makes your cunt drip more, causing arousal to soak your panties.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. So hungry and desperate for my dick. You want a man, don’t you? Someone who takes care of you and knows how to treat you right, to make you feel good,” he mumbles against your lips, and you moan in response.
Steve smirks and kisses your jawline and along your neck. His fingers are digging into your skin, while you feel the feeling of pleasure growing in your stomach. Your whimpering turns more and more into moaning. You tug harsher at his hair, and Steve knows that your orgasm is just as close as he is.
“Feeling good, princess? Feeling like a princess on daddy’s cock, huh? Wanna feel it inside of you?” He asks, and you can’t help but throw your head back, grinding harder against him.
He knows exactly what to say and what to do to make a woman go crazy, to make her even more desperate, and to make her feel good. Steve stops your movements, and you immediately look at him, confused about why he stopped you.
“Please- so, so close,” you whimper, pouting softly.
“Answer my question. Do you feel like a princess on daddy’s cock?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Wanna feel daddy’s huge dick inside of your little pussy? Is she already begging for attention?”
“Y-Yes, begging for daddy’s attention,” you mumble, trying to grind against him.
He laughs softly before he lets you grind over his bulge. You’re a moaning mess on top of him, bringing both of you closer to the edge. He enjoys the view of you humping him like a desperate slut, and that’s what you are right now. You would agree with him; should he ask you, you would tell him you’re his little desperate slut.
“Please, c-can I come?” you ask, pressing your lips against Steve’s.
“Come for me; soak your panties, pretty girl. Make daddy come in his pants,” he groans, pressing you further down on his covered dick.
You move a few more times over his bulge before the two of you come into your pants, breathing heavily, and Steve kisses you once more to make you shut up while he helps you to move, riding out your orgasm.
“You’re so good for me; daddy’s proud of you, princess.”
Just in time, you two catch your breath, and you’re sitting next to him, talking about the university, when your dad appears with a towel around his waist. His hair is wet, and the water is still flowing down his body.
“Take on some clothes; your daughter doesn’t need to see you naked, Buck," Steve laughs and earns a groan from Bucky.
You’re still calming down from your orgasm; imagine Steve walking with just a towel, wet hair, and his body glistening through the apartment.
“How about I take care of you when Bucky is on his work drip?” Steve asks quietly, and you smile softly before you nod, leaning in for a short kiss before he gets up and walks outside to finally eat.
You follow him. Steve would prefer something else instead of the barbecue he and your dad just made, but he still enjoys it. Especially when he sees your still-red cheeks with the knowledge that your pants are soaked with your cum.
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His little dolly
AN: Here we go, party-people. Here is the third part of my DBF Steve, officially making it a Series by the rules of Jen. This is actually based on the original idea by the lovely @krissy25 which started the whole thing off. It also actually adds some plot, which I was not expecting. It is, however, still absolute filth
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Summary: You have to try and control yourself when your parents and you spend the day helping Steve building his new deck. The evening, however, is a different matter.
Relationship: DBF Steve x Inexperienced Reader
Word count: 4.3k
CW: AU: No Powers, Age difference (Steve 40s, Reader early 20’s), Soft Dark Steve, Power Imbalance, Secret relationship, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected PIV Sex (reader on BC), Pussy slapping, Breath-play, Under-negotiated kink, Mild Angst, Implied Somnophilia, Implied Cum eating, Steve Rogers Dirty Talk, Bimbo-fication.
This was going to be torture. You were going to be spending the whole day with Steve, which on the surface, sounded like a dream - you only usually spent snatched moments together. However, your parents were also going to be there this time.
Your Dad had gleefully announced three days ago that you’d all be spending Saturday at Steve’s house, having a cook-out while he and Steve worked on renovating Steve’s deck. So here you were, in the backseat of your Dad’s car as he drove the couple of miles across town to get there. You’d be so near but so far, and you had no idea how you were going to keep it together, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a week and he was still in possession of your toy-box.
The car lurched as your Dad pulled up outside Steve’s house, braking a little too hard, and you could almost hear his eyes roll as your Mom clicked her tongue at him. As they both got out of the car you put your best game face on and joined them.
It was a warm day, and determined not to be labelled as a ‘useless woman’ you’d eschewed your normal hot weather wardrobe of a sundress. Instead you’d put on sturdy sneakers, some denim shorts and a baggy sleeveless tee, intending to help out with Steve’s renovations. You hoped that if you were busy, you’d be able to distract yourself from being so close to what you wanted.
That plan went straight out the window almost immediately. The three of you walked up the path, but instead of heading to the front door your Dad veered off toward the gate that went directly into the back yard. He pushed it open, holding it for you and your Mom, and you followed her through it.
You came to a grinding halt as all thoughts were driven from your head.
Steve had already started working, and he must have been at it for a while because he’d already discarded his shirt and had a sheen of sweat over his body.
Your mouth went dry and you barely noticed the way you pressed your thighs together, your clit already throbbing with arousal. He looked like a god come to life.
Yes, you’d seen him naked more than once, but you’d never seen him like this in the bright light of day, just looking so masculine. Was there a name for this kink? The urge to just lick the sweat from his pecs was almost overwhelming.
“Sweetie? Are you okay?” Your Mom’s voice pulled you back into reality.
“Umm, yeah. I - uuh - just got something in my eye.” You blinked rapidly and rubbed at your right eye to bring credence to your story, but it seemed that your Mom wasn’t fooled. She leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially.
“He is rather distracting, I’ll grant you.”
“Mom!” You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and looked around to see if either your Dad, or god forbid Steve, had heard. “You can’t say things like that,” you hissed out.
Your Mom just gave you a wink. “Married, not dead, sweetie. Just don’t look at boys your own age like that - they might take it the wrong way and try to take advantage.”
You bit your tongue, desperately hoping she wouldn’t work out your secret just by looking at your face. Luckily you were saved by an unlikely ally when your Dad shouted out for your Mom’s attention as he tried to locate his tool belt. “I’m gonna go and get the cooler from the car,” you shouted, desperate for a few moments alone to compose yourself.
Spending all day with Steve was one thing, but spending it with him when he was topless, his skin kissed by the sun, and with him letting out little grunts of effort that reminded you too much of other noises? Well, you’d be lucky not to just orgasm on the spot and then the game would be up.
You jogged back down Steve’s front path to where your Dad’s car was parked at the curb. You popped the trunk, and were just leaning into it to lift out the cooler full of beer and meat for the cookout when a shadow fell over you.
You whirled around, coming straight into eye contact with the physique you’d just been admiring.
“Hey, Babydoll. You look a little warm. Something got you all flustered?” The way he teased you normally got you going, but given the current situation it just made you cross. You stepped away, needing space to breathe, and looked over at his smirking face. At least he’d thrown his shirt back over his shoulders, but it wasn’t buttoned and his chest was just there.
“You’ve done this on purpose,” you ground out, trying not to raise your voice and catch your parents’ attention.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” Steve drawled mockingly, as he reached into the trunk and effortlessly picked up the cooler. “I just got a bit overheated while working and needed to strip off. Surely, you can understand that. And anyway, I’m just your Dad’s friend - not your type in any case.”
“Fuck you!” you whispered, full of both anger and arousal.
Steve stepped back up onto the sidewalk heading back towards his house, but he paused as he passed you, ducking his head to whisper in your ear. “Later, Babydoll. Later. And don’t go touching yourself when you go to the bathroom. I’ll know if you do…”
He walked away, and you gave yourself a few seconds to take in some deep breaths before following him back into his yard. He was already talking to your Mom when you got there, back to being the genial friend of the family.
“Thank you for bringing over the food and agreeing to come help out. I expected it to just be me and Twinkle-toes over there.” He jerked his head in your Dad’s direction, who pouted at the nickname, and your Mom threw back her head and laughed.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Steve. You’re like family. You know we think of you like a brother.”
Steve glanced over at you, and the look you saw in his eyes was in no way ‘uncle-like’. You shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of you had done - things that would probably make your Mom faint and your Dad go apoplectic.
There was only one way you were going to get through this day, so purposefully ignoring Steve you strode over to where your Dad was looking at the decking planks, a measuring tape in hand and a carpenter’s pencil between his teeth.
“How can I help?” you asked, and got stuck in.
Your plan worked to a certain extent. At least while you were helping your Dad measure and cut, or helping your Mom prepare the food for the grill. However, everytime you thought you had your equilibrium back on an even keel, Steve seemed to somehow know and would make a point of brushing past you or would stand in your eye line. He’d then tip his head back and drink from his beer, uncaring if any errant drops spilled from his mouth and trickled down his throat and chest. A few times you were tempted to disobey him - go to his bathroom and relieve the tension building in your core. You even wondered if you could sneak off to his bedroom and use his pillow to get yourself off, but you weren’t that brave.
The hours passed by fast despite each minute feeling like an eternity, and it was with a sense of pride that you realised that your assistance had actually been useful - Steve’s deck was almost complete. The railings on one side still needed to be put into place and the protective wood stain needed to be added, but all in all it was a success.
Now you were all relaxing on loungers, having filled up on burgers, wieners and your Mom’s potato salad, sipping on the remaining beers.
Your parents and Steve had been talking about local goings-on while you’d been daydreaming when Steve directed a question to you.
“So, d’you think you’ll have the energy to meet up with your girlfriends after all your efforts today?”
For a moment you were confused. You had no plans after this, let alone with any girlfriends, but then a lightbulb came on in your head. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’ve just gotta check if they still wanna go out. They weren’t sure, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it,” you turned to your parents, hoping they found it plausible. Your Dad just waved his hand.
“You’re a grown up now, sweetie. You don’t need to account for your movements to us. We know you’re sensible. And it won’t be too long now before you spread your wings and leave the nest completely - get that job you’ve been dreaming of.”
“Oh,” said Steve with interest. “What job is that?”
“Hasn’t she told you?” Your Mom sat forward in her chair, full of excitement. “She’s got an interview for an internship at Walker Industries. Our baby’s on the up and up.”
“Mom,” you groaned. “It’s not that glamorous. It’s really just glorified data entry.”
“But it’s a big company,” your Mom argued back. “International. And you’re smart and ambitious. You’ll be working your way up in no time.”
Neither her or your Dad seemed to notice how quiet Steve had gone - how his now dark gaze was settled squarely on you -, but you did and you couldn’t work out what it meant. Then, with a smack of his hands on his thighs, Steve stood up.
“Well, it’s been a long day and I really do appreciate the help and the company, but if Little Miss Social Life here has something planned, I’d best let you go.”
Your Dad looked at his watch and gasped, making some comment about time flying, and then you were all caught up in a flurry of activity and goodbyes. Your Dad checked he had all his tools and your Mom made sure she had all her food containers, despite Steve’s insistence he should keep them to wash up and return at another point. Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car heading home.
Twenty minutes after that you were under the shower, washing the sweat and dirt of the day off yourself and trying to ignore how every nerve ending in your body was on fire from the anticipation of what was to come. In another forty minutes, you’d tried on and discarded various different outfits, trying to find just the right one. It was proving difficult because your parents thought you were going out with the girls, so your outfit had to reflect that, but at the same time Steve preferred a certain aesthetic on you - loving you in little sundresses and flirty skirts. However, having emptied most of your meagre wardrobe over your bed and your floor, you finally settled on something that you hoped would work - a hot pink dress with spaghetti straps and skirt that swirled when you moved. You slicked on some light make-up, again trying to strike the balance right, grabbed your purse and jogged down the stairs.
You shouted a hurried ‘good-bye’ to your parents, who were cuddled up on the couch sleepily watching one of their favourite police procedural dramas, and finally made your way out of the door. While walking down the darkening sidewalk, your jacket slung over your arm, you checked your phone. You’d sent Steve an estimate of when you’d be ready and hoped he’d be waiting for you at the end of the block. There was no response to the text you’d sent to the number saved under ‘Janice’, and you started to feel nervous until you turned the corner and saw the vehicle you’d been on the lookout for.
Feeling a bit giddy, you skipped over, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside Steve. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He looked back at you, indulgently, and licked his lips.
“You look like a doll come to life, sweetheart.”
You preened under his praise. “I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smoothing the hot pink fabric over your legs.
“If I was less of a gentleman, I’d have my way with you here and now,” he growled, dramatically.
“And if you were more of a gentleman, I wouldn’t even be here,” you teased back.
“Brat,” he replied with a chuckle and a warning pinch to your thigh. “Behave.”
“Yes, Steve.” You pouted and batted your eyelids, and he chuckled again before putting his car in drive and peeling away from the curb. As he drove, you gave him sideways glances, studying his profile as you hummed to the music on the stereo and tapping your hands on your lap. The streetlights helped to highlight the streaks of grey at his temples, and you longed to run your fingers through it. You just had to be patient, though - it wouldn’t be long until Steve had you spread out on his bed and you’d have the chance to do just that.
Heat started to pool within you, the anticipation making you fidgety, and you let out a sigh of relief when Steve steered the car up his drive and into his garage. As soon as he killed the engine, he was making his way around your side of the car to open the door. He helped you out and then immediately took your face in his large hands, laying a demanding kiss on you. You squeaked briefly in surprise before leaning into it, your hands fisting his shirt for balance. You’d worn higher heels than normal and weren’t used to the change in your centre of gravity.
Steve smiled against your lips, sliding his hands down your body until he grasped your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up, and dug your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He walked across the garage but didn’t take you through the door into the main house, instead heading out into his backyard. He lowered you slowly, your bodies sliding against each other until your feet hit the new planks.
“Why are we out here, Steve? We spent all day on this damn thing.”
He smiled at you in the moonlight. “Exactly, Babydoll. You helped me build it, so now you have to help me christian it.”
You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed, and then realisation hit. “Oh!”
Steve pulled you back into his embrace. “Oh, indeed,” he said, and then he lowered his mouth to yours again, demanding entrance and acting as though he was going to devour you. You gave back as good as you got, feeling desperate for his touch. “Today was so hard,” he muttered against your lips. “Every time you bent over in those shorts, fuck. There were moments where I almost didn’t care that your parents were here. I wanted to rip them from you and take you right here.”
“‘Wasn’t any easier for me,” you murmured back. “My Mom saw me staring at you - I think she thinks I’ve got a crush on you. Warned me not to look at boys my age the way I look at you.”
“As if you’d dare,” came the jesting reply.
Steve’s hand skimmed down your side until it reached the hem of your dress. It made its way under, his palm sliding over your thigh working its way up to your hip where it stopped, and he pulled back from your kiss.
“Sweetheart, have you come out without any panties on?”
You peered up at him, coyly from under your lashes. “Maybe…” It was your turn to smirk.
“Fuck,” he barked and then dropped straight to his knees, his hands throwing up your skirt so he could grasp your naked ass and pull you onto his face. His tongue found its way, unerring, between your folds and straight to your clit, giving you no time to prepare yourself.
“Steve!” you screeched before biting down on your lip, and grabbing hold of his head as you tottered on your heels. “Oh god!”
He was like a man possessed, slurping lewdly at your sex and alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your spasming cunt. It was a vicious onslaught of pleasure that left you dizzy and out of breath. When he pressed two of his fingers inside of you without warning, you had to let go of him with one hand so you could bite down on the base of your thumb to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “Give it to me, Babydoll. I need you to make a mess.”
He stroked that special spot inside of you without pause, and sucked on your clit as your legs shook. There was a heavy feeling inside your core, like the building of an orgasm but different, as he kept up his pleasurable torture.
“Steve!” You gasped. “I…I’m gonna…what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer, just kept up what he was doing, driving you closer to the brink and also towards something unknown. When you came, it was with a massive release of pressure. Your body jerked in his hold, your eyes rolled up and you felt a wet flood between your legs. You heard Steve moan into your cunt, and then you heard the patter of liquid onto the wood between your feet. You felt like you were flying and sinking at the same time.
“What the fuck?” You slurred as Steve slowly rose back to his feet.
“You squirted, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.”
“I what?” You squeaked, unbelieving. “But isn’t that…” A feeling of shame started to wash over you, but Steve interrupted it, pressing one of his fingers to your lips.
“Yes, but also no. Don’t think too much about it, honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of - it’s natural. Just means you were really turned on, and let me tell you, it’s quite the ego boost to do that to you. Made me even harder.”
His eyes narrowed and he took hold of your hand, so much smaller than his and placed it over the bulge in his jeans.
“It’s gonna make it a lot easier for me to slip inside that tight pussy of yours too. She’s so wet, ‘m gonna just slide right in. And fuck, it’s gonna make some beautiful sounds. Would you like that, Babydoll? Want me to stuff this fat cock into your hungry cunt? See if I can make you squirt again?”
His words hypnotised you and you groped at his cock, staring up at him with your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed with lust. Fuck, you could feel your cum running down your bare thighs. “Please,” you begged, your tone husky and full of need.
As if you were a rag doll, Steve steered you backwards until your back hit one of the completed portions of railing. He spun you to face it and then plastered himself against your back. The heat of him burned through your dress, and his breath tickled your ear. “I’m gonna take you right here and you’re gonna be good for me and take it. You’re gonna be quiet too - we don’t want Mrs Kennedy next door coming out to find out what’s going on.”
You heard the metallic snick of his fly being lowered and your eyes fluttered closed. Steve’s foot tapped yours and you widened your stance, taking hold of the railing for stability. Slowly, he pulled your skirt up above your hips and his cock nudged against your naked ass. Steve placed his left hand, fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you right where he wanted you as he guided his cock to the entrance of your cunt and then pressed in with one hard thrust.
You choked back your cry, your fingers tightening their grip on the wood in front of you.
“Good girl,” Steve praised, and he started to fuck into you with long, firm strokes. “Such a perfect little dolly, just for me.”
His right hand came up to the straps of your dress and bra, lowering them down your arms so he could free your breasts. The cool evening air blew across you, making your nipples peak, and you moaned low in your throat as Steve rolled each of them in turn, plucking and pulling at them in a way that was both painful and oh-so-good.
He fucked you languidly, building you up slowly. His left hand moved down and he drew lazy circles over your clit - enough to have you whimpering with need, but not enough to bring you to orgasm.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this - slow and deep - until you feel like you’re gonna burst. I want you to come on me and fucking soak my cock like you did my hand. I want your cum to splatter all over this fucking deck. I want you to feel so much pleasure that you never want to look at another man.”
Your mind was hazy with lust, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Don’t want anyone but you, Steve. Make me feel so good.”
A small change in the angle of Steve’s thrusts had his cock rubbing over your g-spot the same way his fingers had earlier. The feeling of your orgasm building still felt strange, but at least you knew what to expect. You just didn’t know how you were going to stay silent, though.
He cruelly twisted one of your nipples just as he thrust forward and reedy warble left your throat. Steve responded by slapping your clit, and even as the sharp pain registered you heard the wet squelch as he did so, your squirt already starting to seep out of you as he continued his assault on your cunt.
“I said to stay quiet,” he hissed.
The pressure inside you was rising once more, and you knew you were close. “I don’t think I can,” you whined, and your body convulsed as he fucked into you. “I’m so close. Please, Steve. I… I…”
“Aawww, does my Babydoll need help?”
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to comprehend how he was going to do it.
Steve took his left hand from your clit and trailed the back of his knuckles up your side, then settled it around the base of your throat. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled in your ear.
“Yes,” was your whispered response. You trusted him with your life.
“Then take over touching that pretty clit for me and just relax.”
You let go of the railing with your right hand and did as he asked, feeling how soaked you were as you started to play with your clit. As you started to crest higher, unable to hold back little pleasures squeaks, Steve resettled his left hand on your throat and began to lightly squeeze. Your noises stopped as your airway was constricted. Everything within you was concentrated on the feeling building in your cunt, and as black spots began to form in front of your eyes, your body began to tremble.
When Steve let go of your neck, your orgasm exploded out of you. His hand immediately clapped over your mouth, leaving you to breathe out your scream through your nose as you jerked on his cock like a puppet on a string. The gush of liquid that erupted from your cunt flooded over your hand and onto the deck like a waterfall.
“Fucking god,” Steve exclaimed, the movement of his hips finally speeding up as he chased his own release inside your spasming channel, adding his own cum to the sticky mess leaking from you.
You collapsed against him, unsure how you were even still upright after that. Another whimper left you as Steve pulled himself from your body, but he immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside, walked up the stairs, and placed your exhausted body on his bed. When he didn’t immediately lie down next to you, you blinked your eyes open. “Steve?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” he assured, and you watched as he pushed down his jeans and briefs. Your eyes widened when you realised they were sodden.
“Oh my god! Did I do that?”
Steve grinned as he climbed naked onto the bed and crawled over you. “You did and don’t you dare apologise. Whenever I wear them from now on I’ll think of you and how fucking sexy you are. Now you rest for a bit. I have more plans for you, and I need to make sure you get home at a plausible time.”
You pouted as you took in his words. This was the thing you really hated about your relationship - if you could call it that -, you couldn’t just curl up next to him and stay the night the way you wanted to. Would you ever be able to be open about your relationship, or was it doomed from the start?
However, your body was totally wrung out from Steve’s ministrations, and it wasn’t long until you fell into a doze, your body pressed up against his.
Steve looked down at you as you took your rest. You looked so innocent - so young - as you slept. He shouldn’t want you this much, but he did, even if he’d go to hell for it. He’d burn the world for you.
When your mother had announced you were hoping to work for Walker Inc, it had taken all of his self control not to stand up and forbid it. Who was he to do so? Besides, it wasn’t your fault that Walker was a grade A ass-hole.
Steve had no doubt that you’d ace the interview, so he’d just have to hope that the CEO didn’t notice you. If he did, the sleazeball would have no qualms about trying to take advantage of you. A little voice inside his head pointed out that he’d already done just that. He batted it aside. The difference was that he cared for you. Walker cared about nothing but himself.
You let out a sleepy little noise as you snuggled into his side and he turned back to you. He’d give you another half an hour, and then he was planning to feast on your messy pussy. That should wake you up with a smile. Then he’d watch you bounce on his cock, like the little dolly you were.
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Into The Sunset
pairing: dbf!Steve Rogers x fem!reader
concept: You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays
word count: 800
warnings: Age gap Steve is a dlif), unprotected sex, tiny plot with just smut, car sex, you get to ride him and he gets to pound you, nicknames ─ sweetheart, angel,
a/n: ZOEY!!!! When I saw this, I cried, as you already know
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With a halo surrounding your face and lust all over your body, you radiate beauty
As the sun was almost setting, you sat and felt the wind go through your body. The intensity of the light along with the colors in the sky calms you. As the sun shines in the sky, it is like a huge romantic, inspirational fire. Like an emotional and beautiful symphony quieting down and becoming more peaceful as it fades.
You felt erotic being in the car with him, looking at him in his black aviator shades with the sun reflecting off his face.
It's even better to sit in his seat and enjoy his ride.
Steve watches you move above him, his eyes is fill with admiration. To him, you may as well be a guardian angel. His skin feels warm to the touch as though he is shower in light.
You are his light, and he wants to make sure you are only for him.
While riding his cock, Steve slips his hands down to your waist and lifts your dress. Drumming his fingers on your thighs, he smiles at you. Your skin glows in the sunset light, and your dress wraps around his fingers. His eyes are drawn to your lips as you pound your body against his.
It is what he needs right now, and that is what he needs to hear from you.
The large hands on his hips caress your hips as he dances rhythmically up to your breasts in his retro convertible while you pant and bounce on him..
He squeezes your breast, flames sprang out of your eyes. You reach up and slid off your dress.
As you jump up and down, Steve got a good look at your body. He needs to be able to see where he has operated on your body. Steve, impatient, turns you over so that you are lying against his chair. He grabs the seat lever and throws the backrest backward, crushing him between your thighs.
“My sweet pussy swallowing everything I give her”
One powerful stroke was all he needs to drive himself point. While engulfing your mouth with his own and forcing your lips open with his tongue, his palm kneads your breast and his fingers pinch a hard nipple.
You're practically in tears from the overwhelming pleasure as he gradually thrusts inside you to encourage an orgasm. "That's my pretty Angel, you're doing so well for me," he whispers close to your ear with a soft bite.
“You like that?” he smirks at you. “You like it when I fuck you, right?" He presses more and more heavily, his body smacking against you. You felt trapping, entrapping arm around your body.
Nodding, you let out another moan, showing Steve how fantastic he was making you feel. "So--amaz-"
His hand slid to the side of the car. He intends to hit you as hard as he could while remaining balance. He groans as he feels your walls wrap around his cock.
“That’s it, Angel. Cum for me. You’re doing such a good job.”
You clung to his shoulders, feeling weak from his thrusts. Your eyelids squeeze shut by the sensation of your body flowing with ecstasy. As your name comes out of Steve's mouth, he moans loudly and grips to the back of the seat.
This is just great as it is: raw, hot, and nasty.
The experience is everything you've ever dreamt of and you know you're about to cum on him. Your mind can't seem to form coherent thoughts, but Steve understands.
You are his slutty brat, so this is your reward for being so good to him.
The way your hips shake with each thrust and the hot humid air you breathe tells him you're loving his cock.
“So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to get a taste of you. Should've driven you home sooner”
He buries his face in the hollow of your neck and smears hot, wet kisses all over it.
"That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. You're on top of my world."
His words of praise, thick with desire and lace with sweetness, are what tips you over the edge.
You dug your nails into his back as his seed spills into you. Your walls tighten around his cock and he slams his fist against the seat, groaning in pleasure.
This man.
A sunset can't describe the lust for this man's body.
Your dad's best friend's fucking was unlike any orgasm you've ever had in your life. While you enjoy the view of freedom under the sunset, he isn't letting you float away.
Another sunset drive awaits you tomorrow. With him.
You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays
#la hacienda de alice ─ sleepover#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x poc!reader#steve rogers x you#dbf!steve rogers x female reader#dbf steve#steve rogers#chris evans x reader#steve rogers x latina!reader#chris evans fanfiction#dadsbestfriendsteve#steve rogers drabble#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x f!reader
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i left the club early to come home and read fanfic.
#frank castle x reader#joel miller x reader#dbf!joel#frank castle imagine#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader
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Firm hand (Steve Rorgers x Reader)
Firm hand
dbf!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: spanking
Summary: Steve gives you a lesson about following his rules.
A/N: Another fic for kinktober with Steve this time.
Silence.
It's loud and sharp. The traffic outside is muffled and seems far away, even when a honk breaks through the rumbling of the cars. You focus on nothing but the deafening silence that follows your words. You focus on the man who stands before you with a hard expression on his face and dark eyes.
You went too far.
You were silly enough to take another step, and now you are at the edge.
Will you fall?
"Steve?" You say his name when he does nothing.
Silence.
You lick your lips, wanting to say something else, but in the end, you decide against it. You don't want to annoy him more. You have done enough already.
It started innocently. Steve waited for you with breakfast when you woke up an hour ago. He was happy and sweet as always. You can't even tell when you two started teasing each other. His laugh was deep and comforting. Your joking went on and on until the point you became too daring. To be honest, he warned you. He told you to stop or else. And did you listen? No. You didn't because it was too much fun. You continued because you liked seeing the line of his jaw hardening, his baby blue eyes darkening, and his long fingers tightening into a fist.
You silly, silly girl.
"To the couch," he speaks up suddenly. His voice booms into the silence, making you jump and scurry toward the furniture.
Your heart beats in your throat while the excitement and slight fear rush in your veins.
Your ass barely touches the soft cushions when he opens his mouth again. "Did I say you can sit down?"
You stand up but don't answer. Your throat is too tight to do so.
"Did I?" He asks again.
"No," you reply. Your voice is barely louder than a faint whisper.
You watch him through your lashes as he goes around the couch to sit down in the middle. Your gazes meet for a second before you look down to the ground.
"Come here," he orders you again, and you frown. You are already in front of him.
"I don't understand," you voice your thoughts when he doesn't react to your confused expression. He forces you to speak.
Still staring at you, he pats his grey sweatpants-covered thighs.
Does he want you to sit on his lap?
You doubt it.
With an impatient sigh, he holds up his hand for you to take, and when you do, he pulls on you without a second thought.
"Steve!" You squeal out his name, falling over his legs. You try to brace yourself, pushing against the couch to stand up, but his arm on your back doesn't let you move.
"Stay," Steve says. His hand stays on you until you stop squirming. Slowly, you let yourself relax, making peace with the fact that you are on Steve's lap with your ass in front of him.
The thought of him spanking you makes you shiver with anticipation.
"What are you doing?" You ask him. Your voice is muffled by the thick fabric of the couch.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
You gulp. "Why?"
"Why?" He asks back. His large palm lands on the back of your thigh. Your sleeping shorts do nothing to hide you from his intense eyes. "You tell me."
"Because I was rude?"
He laughs. You feel the humorless rumble in your belly. "No, little girl. You've always had a big mouth."
"Oh." He is right.
"Do you have any other guesses?"
You try to find another reason why you ended up in this situation, but besides the teasing, you are in the dark.
"When did you come home last night?"
"After midnight."
"And what did I say before you went on your little date?" There is a mockery in his voice when he mentions your date.
"I have to be home at ten. Sharp."
"That's right. And what did you do when I brought it up a few minutes ago?"
You have to force yourself to let go of your lower lip. It's red and swollen from biting it so much. "I laughed at you."
"And what did you say?" His palm is warm on your skin. Even though his touch is soft, you are tense under him.
"That I'm too old for curfew."
"Do you think you are too old for a spanking, too?"
Yes.
"No," you breathe out.
"What do you think, Y/N, how many spankings do you deserve for breaking my rules?"
Oh god.
"I don't know," you admit. You have never thought about how many spankings you want from Steve. Shame.
A gasp leaves your mouth when he janks down your shorts. You reach back automatically, but your hand meets Steve's, who grabs your wrist and holds it on your waist.
"Did I tell you you can move?" The man asks. His voice is hard and sharp. Your thighs clench and Steve smirks even though you can't see it. His eyes sweep up and down on your body. The panties you wear barely hide the soft curve of your ass. It's plump and ready for marking.
When you don't answer, he doesn't wait anymore. He can't find strength in himself.
The sound of his palm and your skin meeting is loud and sudden. A gasp escapes your lips, and heat flares inside you.
"When I told your father you could spend a few days here, I promised him I would watch after you."
Smack!
"It means you follow my rules."
Another slap lands on your bottom.
"It means you don't go on dates with stupid boys who can't bring you home on time."
Smack! Smack!
He keeps on talking and spanking, and soon, your ass is stinging, and tears drip down your cheeks. You try to wiggle off, but his other hand keeps you in place.
"Don't." Smack. "Move." Smack.
"Steve," you whimper. "Please."
You lost control over your own body a long time ago. The soft skin of your bottom hurts and burns but your clit throbs with every slap.
"Please what?" He asks. Another slap. "What do you want?"
What do you want? You have no idea.
You want him to stop. You want him to continue. You want him to slip his hand lower.
You want to answer. You really do, but every time you open your mouth, you moan and groan from the pain and pleasure. Your mind is dizzy and full of inappropriate thoughts that are centered over Steve.
"Nineteen," Steve says after a slap. Then another lands on your sensitive skin. "Twenty."
Then it stops.
Your breath is ragged and heavy. The ache between your legs and the throb of your butt mix to the point you can't tell them apart.
"Are you still too old to follow my rules?" Steve asks after a while. His large hand lands on your bottom again, but this time his touch is soft and light. Your skin is hot under his gentle caress.
"No," you sob. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, sweet girl," he smiles. "It's all forgiven."
But you continue to wriggle without the purpose of standing up. You desperately need some friction between your legs. Steve's smile turns into a smirk. His eyes slide from your ass to the wet stain on your panties. You are soaked. His cock throbs under you.
"Do you have something else to say?" He asks. His gaze is still between your legs. "Do you want to confess something?"
"I can't," you whimper.
"Then I can't help you," Steve sighs with feigned sadness while grabbing your arm and making you stand up. Your eyes are bright and red, and your face is wet with tears.
"What?" You gasp. You need his support to stay on your legs, especially when you see his hard length under his pants.
"If you don't tell me what you want, I can't do anything," he explains. The hardness of his handsome face is replaced with a humorous glint in his eyes.
You want to force yourself to speak up, to admit what you want, but the moment you open your mouth knock comes from the entrance door.
Jumping at the sudden noise, you almost fall because your shorts are still around your knees.
Your dad. He is here to pick you up. And here you are, horny and hurt in front of his best friend. Shame heats up your skin, but it still doesn't stop the ache of your pussy. Excitement ghosts along your spine.
Steve stands up, swatting your ass one last time as he speaks. His voice is hard and firm again. "Go and get ready. And don't dare to touch yourself until you can't tell me how wet your cunt is because of me."
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers smut#dbf!Steve#marvel imagine#marvel smut#avengers smut#avengers imagine#kinktober 2022
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Hi im on my horny shit anyway tw: stepcest under the cut stepdad!steve x reader + dbf!eddie x reader (kinda) Eddie is Steves friend reminder that all parties are 18+ and consenting. Nothing is explicit just a precaution!
Thinking about stepdad!steve with an absolute brat of a stepdaughter, who can’t help but talk back, and blatantly disrespect him in his own home, it only got worse when you came back from college. And at the end of the day had the audacity to get on her knees at the end of the day and beg for forgiveness.
It works of course, Steve can’t help but give into the teary eyes you give him, promising to be on your best behavior tomorrow!! Which obviously, never comes. Cue Steve venting to his equally fucked up friend, who knows about your…relationship. Eddie, he knows a thing or two with dealing with brats. You just need a firmer hand to break you down.
Because Steve is soft, he doesn’t know how to handle a brat younger than him, Eddie on the other hand? It only takes an hour before your crumbling underneath him.
Just a Eddie teaching Steve’s stepdaughter a lesson in respect when it comes to her daddy!!!
#tw: stepcest#darkvixxen#stepdad!steve harrington#dbf!eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#steddie x reader#steddie x reader blurb#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader blurb#steve harrington x reader x eddie munson#steve harrington x reader blurb
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masterlist ig
i thought since i started a fic that i'd make a masterlist so it's easier to find! i update whenever i find the motivation lol, hope you enjoy it. also, please feel free to send me requests! i would love to do it.
started: 11/5/23
updated: 11/13/23
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Mike Schmidt
-"across the street pt. 1" , pt. 2 , pt. 3
#masterlist#mike schmidt x reader#tasm!peter x you#steve harrington x reader#dbf!joel miller x reader#x reader#x reader oneshot#smut#requests open#send asks#across the street#masterpost#fluff#slow burn
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Honey Girl. The Masterlist.
Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.
Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
The Playlist.
The Moodboard.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#steve rogers x bucky barnes#bucky smut#Honey Girl#bucky fluff#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x reader angst#bucky barnes angst#dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader#dadsbestfriend!bucky#dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes#sebastian stan#dad's best friend bucky barnes#soulmate au#soulmate!au#soulmate!bucky barnes#soulmate!bucky barnes x reader#dbf!bucky#dbf!bucky barnes x reader#dbf!bucky barnes
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Animal I’ve become
A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.
Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!
I love y’all so much.
Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none. At all.
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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader
Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more
W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)
Animal I’ve become
He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door.
He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.
In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.
It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad.
At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.
Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again.
He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato.
“She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away.
“I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.
It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.
When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.
And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.
Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision.
She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous.
“Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan.
“Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her.
He swallowed thickly.
“Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip.
“Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that.
“Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight?
“I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all.
“Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”
He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.
“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer.
“Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.”
“Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who.
“Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her.
“Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed.
“She’s… She’s young.”
“Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?”
“Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head.
“She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it.
“Well, that’s not half bad.”
“Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt.
“I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass.
“Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through.
“Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.
“Dude.” Sam whispered.
“Sam…”
“You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat.
“I’m not…”
“You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.”
“I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.”
“Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.”
“… If he finds out.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.”
“Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.
It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice.
“Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile.
“What’s up?”
“You’re not drunk, are you?”
“Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow.
“On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice.
“Okay, maybe more in your area.”
“Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked.
“Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date.
“So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?”
Yes…?” She looked up the stairs.
“Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…”
“Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.”
“Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned.
“Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded.
“You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.”
“Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.
“Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing.
“Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words.
“Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed.
Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be.
“Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him.
“Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him.
“Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves.
“No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him.
“Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.”
“Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm.
“But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer.
“Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.”
“Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door.
“Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him.
“Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it.
“I shouldn’t.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly.
“What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.”
“I’m double your age. I…”
“If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes.
“Cliché or not, it’s the truth.”
“Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?”
“The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her.
“Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes.
“Don’t give me that fucking look.”
“What look?” She asked, licking her lips.
“Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.”
“Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder.
“Baby, you need to stop right now.”
“Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly.
“Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked.
“I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.
He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them.
“Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man.
“I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon.
Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.
His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.
It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust.
“What, Steve?”
“I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped.
“Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb.
“We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.”
“I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.”
“Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again.
“Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly.
“Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded.
“I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t.”
“Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this.
“Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed.
“Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off.
“Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor.
“Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock.
“Steve, get over here right now.”
“Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee.
“You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck.
“Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted.
“Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core.
“Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips.
“Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this.
“Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers.
“Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted.
“I don’t care, just take me, please!”
“Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there.
“Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later.
“Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh.
“Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her.
“Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth.
“Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him.
With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely.
“You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him.
“Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.
It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs.
“Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.
“I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating.
“Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him.
“Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin.
“Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this.
“Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her.
“Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard.
“Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had.
He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it.
“Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed.
“Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly.
“Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.”
“I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.”
“So… What now?” She asked.
“Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.”
“But…” He shushed her when she began protesting.
“Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little.
“And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.”
“What about my dad?” He sighed.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.”
“Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.
When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply.
“I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned.
“Got it, captain.”
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