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Paper Moon Part 9

MB - @thecountessakasha - here, with Part 9! If you’ve been reading this series, I am so, so, so super sorry this has taken soooo long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here!

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are stunned by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 4400+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

Natasha and I arrive back at the tower the next afternoon, no worse for wear, after gathering the information Stark and Fury were looking for.

I was so eager to see her that I messaged Melissa on the way home, asking if it were alright to come by her place when I got back. She readily agreed. After debriefing, I head straight to my room, showering and changing into civvies. I poke around the tower looking for Bucky, but not finding him I head over to the club. I can always talk to him later.

The owner lets me in, and I climb the stairs to Melissa’s place, rapping on the door quickly. When it opens she beams brightly at me, “Hey, Steve. Come on in.”

As soon as I see her, as soon as I’m in her presence, I feel better. How does she do that? She reaches for my hand, leading me inside. Why does her touch electrify me? She’s wearing yoga pants, thick socks, and a thin shirt that hangs off one shoulder offering me a peek at tattoo on her shoulder blade and the beginning of one down her back. Such simple things to wear, and she looks amazing.

“Can I get you a drink, darlin’?” She moves to her little kitchen and I follow in behind her, leaning over her exposed shoulder.

“No, doll,” I whisper, my lips brushing her soft flesh after sliding her dark waves out of the way. I watch the goosebumps spread out over her neck, shoulders, and arms, causing me to grin against her skin. How does she always smell so good?

“Did you miss me, Captain?” She gives a little giggle, turning to face me.

I cup her face in my hands, smiling down at her. “You have no idea.” Moving in, I brush my lips against hers and she lets out the softest sigh I’ve ever heard.

Her arms immediately wrap around my neck, fingers sliding into my hair to press me closer, kissing me hard. She tastes like cloves, cinnamon, and rum, I note. I pull her to me, the kiss making me lose my breath. Her tongue explores my mouth, mine doing the same with hers eagerly.

Once again, she stops suddenly. “Steve. I don’t want to hide anything from you. We can’t start this way. I need to tell you that Bucky was here a couple nights ago,” she meets my gaze, brows knitting as she bites her bottom lip. “And he stayed the night. Now, I know that you know this already, but I also want it to come from me.”

My arms keep her pressed tightly to me, and I can feel her heart beating rapidly. Fingers brushing her cheek, I tuck a stray lock of that gorgeous silver laced dark hair behind her ear. “Melissa. It’s ok. I promise I don’t mind. I have no right to make you choose and I’m not going to do so now.”

I slide my hand behind her neck and use my thumb to tilt her chin up, pressing my nose to her jawline, “I just needed to see you. I… I need you. I want you. It’s all I’ve been thinking of since I saw you last, since I kissed you.” I breathe in deeply, committing her scent to memory as I let it wash over me.

A small moan comes from her as she feels my breath tickle her neck when I speak. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she tugs, sending a jolt straight to my groin, immediately waking my hardness. “Alright cher, I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Grunting at her response, her accent, her roughness touches something deep within me. Picking her up and setting her on the kitchen island, I quickly slide between her legs. Our kisses becoming hungry, needy, wild. My fingers tangle in her hair and she’s tugging the hem of my shirt, working to get it over my head.

I pull it off, breaking the kiss a moment and after tossing the garment somewhere in the room, my hands move quickly to slide under her loose shirt. I groan loudly when I realize she’s wearing nothing under it. Fingers seek her nipples and I feel something that makes me pause.

She giggles, and my GOD what a sound. “My old men,” she chides, shaking her head obviously amused. She flings off her shirt and I see them. Two tiny pieces of metal decorating her precious pink buds.

With a growl, I move in to run my tongue over them, first one, then the other. Teeth tugging the metal, grazing over the flesh. She cries out, back arching, causing her chest to press against my mouth. “You’re unbelievable, doll…” my hand playing with the other one, giving it equal attention.

“Oh.. Steve…” She’s biting down so hard on her lower lip that she may draw blood. Her hips start bucking against me and I can feel her heat and need on my belly through the thin fabric that serves as her pants. With my mouth still latched to her, I’m working to remove the barrier between us.

My hands are yanking the waist down and she lifts up her luscious ass allowing me to lay her bare. God, she’s soaking already. She’s moaning and whimpering and I swear I’ve never heard sweeter sounds.

I move down her midsection kissing her tattoo there as I go and she seems embarrassed. I can see she’s struggling with being so exposed to me. Her arms start to slide over her belly and I shake my head against her, murmuring softly on her skin, “No. No hiding from me. You are… so beautiful.” I pause, eyes flickering up to hers, “Every part of you.”

A deep sigh emanates from her and she nods. She slides her fingers into my blonde locks tugging roughly, making me hiss with pleasure. I let my breath fan over her, my lips ghosting just above where I want to be. Ever so gently I dip my tongue into her folds, right at her little bundle of nerves with a kitten lick. Just one, single, tiny brush with the tip.

She gasps, “Mais! Envie plus!” her hips immediately jerk up off the counter and I savor the little taste as I plant little kisses trailing up and down her inner thighs. I knew she would taste good. Somehow I just knew.

“Mmmm. Is my good little Captain a tease?” she taunts, squirming under my hands which pin her to the island.

My knees weaken at her tone, her way of addressing me. It’s clouding my mind and I lunge forward, burying my face in her folds. My nose nudges her clit as I press my tongue into her, sliding it into her entrance.

She’s panting, letting out these little whimpers and whines as she’s moving her hips closer to get more of me. I hear my name intermixed with French exclamations, and it makes me grin against her. It’s perfect, she’s perfect. Her fingers tug and pull roughly at my hair, making me work harder.

Growling deep in my chest, I push her thick thighs back further with my shoulders as I lick and suck and nibble at her, each action eliciting a buck of her hips against my mouth. My hands reach up, palming her soft breasts and playing with the little pieces of metal.

I cannot get enough of her. Sliding my right hand down her tattooed chest and belly, I move my tongue to her tiny, sensitive bud, working it in tight little circles and slip two fingers into her dripping entrance. With a ‘come hither’ motion I find that glorious magic spot. All it takes is a few swipes and she’s screaming my name over and over. Her hips leave the kitchen bar altogether, her whole body shaking violently, nails digging into my scalp.

Moaning her name as she comes undone for me, I push on, working her through her high. “C'est assez, Steven!” she finally cries out in a spent whimper, and I relent but not before cleaning her of every drop with a small laugh.

“You’re killing me with the French, amoureux,” I grin up at her, licking my fingers clean. “Though it’s a bit different than what I learned way back.”

She brings her hands to her face shaking her head, cheeks reddening. Finally she laughs, reaching for me. I pull her back to sitting and she seeks my mouth to run her tongue along my lips, clearly reveling in the taste of herself on my skin before kissing me forcefully.

With a happy sigh, she moves to slide her lips along my jaw, nibbling as she goes, “I can’t help it, sometimes it just comes out.” Each little graze of her teeth sending a jolt down my spine. Her arms link around my neck and I gently pick her up, placing her back on her feet.

“Come on, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’ve got more talents than just singing and randomly speaking in French to show you,” and she takes my hand, tugging me toward her bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

It’s been ages since I could walk around the city feeling light on my feet. There’s something about what’s happened over the past few days that makes me feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A song keeps running through my head, just a single line from one she performed that fateful night. “It’s been a long, long time coming, but I know a change is gonna come.”

How does she do it? How in the hell does she make me feel this way? About her? About Steve? How does she make me feel comfortable with myself? Comfortable in my skin in a way I’ve never, ever felt?

Breakfast out with her yesterday was great. I questioned her about everything. Her youth, her home, her whole life. Her answers came with no hesitation and downright eagerness to share herself with me. She bounced questions right back at me, the conversation so easy and we finally had to cut it off, otherwise we’d have been in the greasy spoon all damn day.

I had walked her back to the club so she could rest up for her show that evening, and it was so hard to leave. I wish I could have stayed and watched her show again. But I needed time to myself. There were things I needed to work out in my head before I saw Steve.

I spent the rest of that evening and most of the night going over everything I was going to say to him. I actually slept well, too. Which I’d only really done recently when I was in Melissa’s bed.

Texting Natasha after my run this morning, she said they would be back that afternoon. Perfect.

A big smile overtakes my features and I shake my head. I should get something for Melissa. Of course every time she comes to mind, my heart flutters and I lose my train of thought. Come on, James. Get your shit together. You’re acting like you’ve never been taken by a woman before. Like you’ve never dated.

She’s just so…different. I can’t believe I told her about Steve. I can’t believe that the fact that she’s dating Steve doesn’t bother me. It actually makes everything about her, about him BETTER. It’s not like we’re competing. It feels more like it’s a complete picture.

That is something I never thought I could have. I never DREAMED I could have. After everything that’s happened to me, to him. All that we’ve been through. Our futures will never be like we once imagined.

The whole ‘settling down and having a family’ thing just isn’t for us. It’s not compatible with our lives anymore. And the things I’ve thought about since coming back from the dead, as I like to call it, I just didn’t think I deserved.

I am still having a hard time believing I’m worth anything. Much less worth love. That I deserve it after all I’ve done. But she makes me feel like I am. She makes me feel like I can have what I want. What I think I need. What would make me complete.

And what is that exactly? You know what it is, James. It’s you and Steve and a woman you both love, who loves you both. Not to have a family with. To BE a family with. One unit. Together. Yes, it’s unconventional. Yes, it’ll probably be judged harshly. But our lives are unconventional. Our lives are not normal in any way.

And I know what it feels like to be judged harshly. So does Melissa, knowing her like I do now, what she’s been through, what she told me of her life. She’s strong. I’m strong. Steve is strong. I hope he’s strong enough to make this work with us. I know he’d be happier. And that’s what I want above all. For both of them to be happy.

I take my time walking back, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city like never before, really seeing the humanity around me, feeling it.

With a new spring in my step, I arrive at the tower grinning from ear to ear. As I step out of the elevator into the communal area, Wanda spies me. She pauses on her way in, one eyebrow cocked as she takes me in.

“Bucky?” she calls out.

I nod, still grinning, “Hey, Wanda. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. You just…,” pausing, she tilts her head at me, smiling softly. “You seem really happy right now. Happier than I’ve ever felt. It’s radiating off of you. It just… it feels great.”

“I feel amazing. Like a weight has been lifted from me,” offering her a big, genuine smile. “Say, you haven’t seen Steve or Natalia, have you?”

She hooks a thumb toward the kitchen, “Nat’s in there. Steve I think went to pay someone a visit,” she finishes with a little chuckle.

I match her chuckle, “I got you. Thanks, hon.” Winking, I head into the kitchen.

“Наталья! Вы здесь?” I call out, loudly, looking around the kitchen.

Red waves pop up from behind the kitchen island, “Да, Барнс. Что происходит?” Upon seeing my expression, she narrows her eyes, pointing her finger at my face, making a little circle, “What’s all THAT about?”

Laughing at her gesture, I shrug my shoulders, “Oh. Nothing. Nothing at all.” I whistle innocently, then snort.

“You’re an idiot,” she rolls her eyes. “I take it you’ve come to some realizations?” She’s already bending back down, digging through the cabinet.

Leaning on the island, “Uh huh. Steve go to see Melissa?”

“Yep.” Pulling out the pots and pans she was apparently hunting and setting them on the counter, “So, you finally understand the reason you’ve not been able to find a woman you could settle down with is because you needed one who would be ok with you AND Steve. Together.”

Not a question. A statement.

“How the fuck…?”

She rolls her eyes muttering, “Jesus Christ, it’s like none of you realize I see everything. Does everyone here forget that I’m a super spy?”

“I just never thought myself that transparent, I guess,” I reply running my fingers through my hair. “Alright, since you know what I want, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, obviously I think it’s fantastic. And that it fits both of you perfectly,” she calls out digging around in the fridge. “And from what I get about Melissa, from Steve AND you, she is the piece you’ve both been missing.”

What had hit me like a bolt of lightning as I knelt before Melissa in her tiny dressing room, my head in her lap seemed like such an easy thing for Natasha to see and understand. Damn, she’s good.

I’m still gaping at her when she adds, “And you should tell him as soon as he gets back from her place because I’m fairly certain that you two are going to want to be talking about the same thing,” she whistles innocently this time. “Of course, it might take some convincing on her part. Or not. I’ve not met her yet, so I don’t know,” her knife chopping away at some veggie or another.

She pauses. “You know, you’re going to have to introduce her to the rest of us, right? And explain everything? You know how we are,” she adds pointedly, waving her knife around.

“I’m aware,” I grumble, rolling my eyes as I walk toward the elevator to head back to my room.

MELISSA’S POV

I’m leading Captain America to my bedroom. I just had Captain America give me an incredible orgasm on my kitchen island because, and I quote, I’m “all he’s been thinking about since he saw me last.”

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Ok, just roll with it. You have two gorgeous super soldiers who want you and you want them and what in the fuck do you even have to offer them? Either of them…? And how the FUCK is this going to even work? Bucky wants this to work. He wants this. You want it, too. Does Steve? Have they even talked?

No, no. Don’t think that way, don’t think about it yet, just roll with it, Melissa. Just roll.

Tugging Steve’s hand down the hallway, he follows me like an obedient puppy. I can see the stress and tension obviously through his perfectly fitted Levi’s.

Fuck, he is gorgeous. So is my beloved Bucky, but they’re so different from each other in the most wonderful ways. How did I get so, so lucky?

When we reach my bedroom, he spins me around sliding his fingers into my hair capturing my lips in a deep, needy kiss. I marvel at the heat radiating off him, my nails scratching down his perfectly sculpted chest leaving red trails behind making him shudder.

I sit myself down on the foot of the bed, leaving him standing before me, shirtless. Fingers finding his button fly, I’m nibbling at his gorgeously formed ‘v’ while I peer up into his blue eyes, which are so different than the other set I’ve been seeing lately, I note.

The look of complete and total adoration on his face as he’s watching me, my movements, roaming over my body, knocks me breathless.

I work quicker, feeling his fingers trailing through my hair and tear his jeans down along with his boxers. When his cock springs free, I gasp and immediately I’m wrapping my lips around his already leaking head.

His hips lurch forward, and he’s grunting, fingers tightening in my hair, “Oh god, Melissa.” I can feel he wants to thrust, so I pull back, admonishing, “Non, non, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’m in control here. No pushing. No pulling. You’re in my world now.” I smack his ass with a quick, sharp whack to emphasize my point.

“Oui, Maîtresse!” he yelps immediately, hissing softly at the sting.

Humming my approval, I continue with my exploration, running my tongue under his cock slowly, feeling every dip and ridge and that delicious thick vein. He’s slowly coming undone above me, fighting against every urge he’s ever had to keep his hands still, his hips still. I can see it in his face.

All those girls he’s been with, amateurs. No one has ever given him guidance, discipline. Well, he’s going to get some now.

I wrap my hand around his base and start pumping him slowly, grinning, listening to his intoxicating moans and pleas. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, clocking my every movement.

I’m watching him, too. Studying, learning. As I’m pumping, I wrap my lips around the plump, swollen head, sucking and licking ever so gently. He’s starting to beg now, his thighs trembling, “Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît… if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum…”

Laughing lowly, I pull my mouth off of him but I don’t stop the slow pumping motion, “Is that so, mon bon petit Capitaine? Maybe I want you to. Or maybe, just maybe, I want to leave you right on the edge watching you come apart, begging me for release…”

And with that, I take my hand from away, listening to his deep, low whine. His whole body trembles as he stands there, hands fisted, jeans around his ankles. Eyes glazing with lust and need, pupils blown wide as he’s staring at me. Blonde hair disheveled, cheeks reddened, lips so delectably swollen. Mon Dieu, he looks so beautifully wrecked. I’ll let him off easy this time.

“Captain…” I slide back on the bed, grinning widely, “Tell me what you want.”

He gasps softly, “I want to please you, Maîtresse. I want to bury myself so deep within you that I forget my name. I want to feel you around me, I want to make you cum and scream for me. God, I just… I need to, I want to please you.”

He’s being so good, standing as still as he can, aching cock straining him to his limits. I crook my finger, indicating my permission, “Come and get me then, boy.”

An animalistic growl issues from him as he lunges toward the bed, crawling atop me as I laugh delightedly. He hovers over me like a predator with his prey, leaning down to kiss me roughly. I match his roughness, biting at his lips and the skin of his neck, tugging on his hair.

Kicking off his jeans and boxers, he uses his knee to spread my legs and his cock is already nudging my entrance, so eager he is. I pull him to me, nails digging into his shoulders, “Come on, Steve, show me what you can do.”

With that, he grunts and slams into me filling me instantly, my back arching. “Oh fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t move, just staying there, his eyes raking over me as he keeps me pinned beneath him. He looks so hungry, so unlike the awkward, preciously sweet Steve that I initially met. And I made him this way. And I fucking love it.

He finally starts to move, slowly dragging out of me, slowly pushing back in. It’s intoxicating the way he’s savoring it, hovering over me to watch my each and every reaction. My nails sink deeper into his flesh, “Oh God, Steve, so good, you feel so fucking good…”

I can tell he loves the praise, his cheeks turning colors as he hears it, “Merci, ma belle poupée.” I keen at the term of endearment and he adds, “You’re so tight, Melissa… oh God, you feel so incredible, so perfect…”

Reaching down he lifts my right leg, hooking it over his shoulder and picks up his pace, starting to slam into me with each motion. I gasp in response as he hits a new spot, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

I’m going to have perpetual bruises from these two, I think, as his hand grips my hip tightly. My nails are leaving deep red marks, holding onto him for dear life as he pounds away, before I feel his hand snake between us, capturing my sensitive clit. Instantly, my walls tighten around him and he groans, “Come on, doll, that’s it, give it to me I need to feel you, you’ve got me so close… cum for me Maîtresse..”

He pinches and rolls and rubs my bundle of nerves, pressing his forehead to mine, my thigh pressed all the way against me now. I reach up and tug on my nipples, the metal there and my coil snaps. “Oooohhh fuck, Steve! Oh god oh…” I’m screaming his name, back arching as I give him what he needs, my walls fluttering around him, squeezing like a vice.

His eyes roll back into his head as he feels it, fucking me through it. He whimpers my name back to me like a prayer before I feel him spill into me, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

Collapsing onto me, he starts kissing me everywhere, neck, chest, jaw, cheeks, and finally my lips. He whispers against them as I slip my fingers into his wonderfully messy hair, “Ma Belle Maîtresse… oh god I am yours, I’m yours…”

I pull his head back to look into his eyes. He means it. Every word. I feel the nervousness in my belly growing even as I brush my thumbs over his pink tinged cheeks.

My eyes fill with tears.

That’s two men in the span of a week. Two men who could have any woman they want tell me they’re mine. Two men who are closer to each other than anyone else in this world.

What could I possibly have to offer them? I am not worth this. What am I going to do…?

Translations:

Mais! Envie plus! = I need more!

C'est assez, Steven! =That’s enough, Steven!

amoureux = lover

mon bon petit Captain = my good little Captain

Наталья! Вы здесь? = Natalia! Are you here?

Да, Барнс. Что происходит? = Yeah, Barnes. What’s up?

Oui, Maîtresse! = Yes, Mistress!

Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît = Mistress, please

Merci, ma belle poupée = Thank you, my beautiful doll.

Tagging:

@alievans007

@buckysbackpackbuckle

@justareader

@anice-1

@ya-girl-evanstrash

for genuinely being kick ass people who were interested in my work from day one. One more addition who asked specifically to be tagged:

@hardcollectiontrashworld

Thanks everyone!

#story sunday #tsfrbss #thecountessakasha #posting this early as an apology #submission

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