Archive of Our Own

“Cap.”

“Ma’am.”

You nod to each other in the hallway. 

“Dinner at 1800?”

“It’s lasagna night.”

“A crucial mission. Roger that.”

You break first, the little tug on your lips not going unnoticed by Steve. That makes his whole face break out into a big, dorky grin that you love on him.

You stop. Steve stops. His eyes are alight with amusement but he sets his mouth back into a Very Serious Frown. 

"Do you have a request for transport, Soldier?" You ask, trying to keep your face as stoic as possible. 

"Negative, Ma'am." Steve stands at parade rest for you. "I was merely wondering if your vehicle is still in repair and if you need to request transport." 

You shake your head. 

"Your kindness is appreciated, Captain, but you know I leave you and Sergeant Barnes to the death traps." 

"My vehicle has recently passed all multi-point inspections, ma'am. Besides," he says seriously, "I would hate to beat you home to lasagna night." 

You both start laughing at this point, snickering together in the hallway at your stupid formality jokes. 

"But actually– is your car still in the shop? I had to go in early otherwise I would have driven you in. I don’t think you wanted to get into the office at 0500. I can give you a ride back home," Steve offers. 

"No, Bucky fixed it over the weekend," you reassure him. "Bucky and I carpooled today. Besides, Steve, you know you look way cooler on your motorcycle when you're by yourself. You get the whole 'bad boy' look and everything." 

Steve cocks a brow at you slightly. 

"So you're saying we need to get you a motorcycle." 

"I'm not going to join the World War II veteran biker gang that's somehow popped up around me," you grin. "Now get back to work, Captain Rogers. I'm almost late for my meeting with the Sarge." 

Steve's face takes on a different sort of keen look.

"Must be very important. I'm looking forward to the mission report, Ma'am." 

"Oh, fuck, that's it," Bucky hisses as he pushes his hips up to your mouth. "That's it, doll, suck me off like that, you’re trying to get me to come in your mouth, aren't you?" 

You moan in response, your mouth full of Bucky's cock. Tears prickle at the corner of your eye and your jaw aches as he takes advantage of your mouth. It's one of your favorite things to do for him, partially because he makes you feel so good when you feel so used. 

"Fuck, you look so good like that. Love seeing you on your knees in front of me…" Bucky groans, a hand on the back of your head, starting to grip your hair. He's throbbing in your mouth but he wants you to still, so you slow your movements and glance up at him. 

"But you know what I love more? Steve getting to see your cunt stuffed full of my cum." 

You know what this means. You pull off of him, panting a little but no less excited. You unzip the side zipper of your skirt, leaving it on the floor when you crawl into Bucky's lap. 

"Your cunt, sir," you say sweetly. "My cunt belongs to Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers." 

Bucky smirks, undoing the buttons to your blouse, pulling it down and your tits out so he can see them. Judging by the way his cock pulses underneath you, he likes the look.

"You're goddamn right," he growls. "Now get ready for me.”

You're rubbing your cunt against the length of his cock, whining softly at the sensation. Bucky's office has always been sort of tucked away in the corner, but you've never been louder than a casual conversation. You know Sergeant Barnes would punish you for that. 

"S-Sergeant… I don't know if I can take it," you whisper. "It's so big…" 

Bucky licks his lips. Having these little pretend moments always turns him on and you know it. Without the right preparation it really does feel like he’s ripping you open, but all three of you know you’ll adjust in time.

"Oh, you know you can, sweet thing. Here, let me help you." 

With that, he wraps one hand around your hips, positioning you so the head of his cock is lined up with your entrance. His other hand spreads your pussy lips, accompanied by a wet little sound. You whimper and Bucky actually groans a little. 

"God, you're such a good girl. Now come on, baby, take Daddy’s cock." Bucky lowers you onto him, slowly, and you gasp at the sensation. You both know you can take both Steve and Bucky easily, even though they're of a similar and generous size. You know that fact like you know they own your whole body, but especially that pussy they can't stay away from for too long. 

"Oh, fuck," you whisper, sighing at that familiar but so delicious initial soreness, that familiar stretch that never gets old. 

"Mmm. So tight, baby, you feel so fucking good… did Steve come inside you last night before I got in?" Bucky asks, letting you do the work. He likes to lean back and watch you, at least sometimes, as you fuck yourself with his cock, whimpering just a little as you bounce and shake on his lap. His eyes are on your breasts and he smirks again.

"Y-yes, Sergeant," you gasp, "Yes– oh, God, fuck– Sir fucked me but didn’t let me finish. He filled up my cunt and made me watch as he licked it up. Said he wanted you to be home for that, but we fell asleep.”

You’re panting as you move, Bucky watching you. His eyes sweep all over your body and you feel a rush of pleasure that you’re making him look at you with such hunger on his face, he looks like he’ll devour you.

His vibranium hand settles lazily on your hip and Bucky groans a little at your words.

“Aw, poor baby, you got cock and cum but you didn’t get to come yourself? So sad,” he teases. His other hand goes to the back of your head and pulls you in for a rough, bruising kiss. Bucky has so many different kinds of kisses for you: these ones where he controls you with his tongue in your mouth and sometimes his teeth sunk into your lips, and these softer kisses that you know you’ll get later.

“Will you let me come, Sarge?” you ask with a little pout, your hips still working hard at getting that cum you want. You can see the look in Bucky’s eyes, that one that lets you know you’re doing a good job and doing it just right for him.

“I don’t know, doll,” Bucky groans, his voice getting lower and deeper. “If Steve didn’t let you come because I wasn’t there, don’t I owe him the same?”

You whine and you buck your hips harder to his cock, which you feel getting stiffer inside you. You can tell by how he’s growling, all the sounds he’s making, how Bucky is slowly losing his control that your efforts are paying off.

“Don’t whine,” he moans, “I’ll tell you when to beg. No, baby, you’re not gonna get off this time– but it’s my turn to fill that pretty cunt up with my own cum. You want that? Maybe if you’re very good, I’ll bend you over the kitchen counter today and let you come then. How about that?”

Bucky grabs you, roughly, hands gripping your ass as he moves you harder and faster on him. You feel like you’re being used in the best way. Bucky is looking up at you with that lustful look on his face, a little growl escaping between his gritted teeth.

“Y-yes, please, Daddy,” you breathe out, and Bucky groans when you use the other title he likes to hear coming from you.

“Fuck. That’s a good girl. You ready to take my cum? Daddy has a nice, hot load for you– fuck–” Bucky gasps and moans and you feel him flood you. He buries his face in your chest and moans against your breasts, holding you tight against him. His vibranium arm is a streak of cool metal against your back, a wonderful contrast to your hot bodies.

Even if you’re not getting off, it still feels so good. It feels so good to know you're the reason he's moaning into your skin and filling you up with his seed. It feels so good to know he wants you so much he even needs you when you’re supposed to be working. 

You hold Bucky against you as he thrusts a few more times into you, slowing his movements as he calms down. He's breathing a bit hard against your body, his forehead against your chest, eyes closed. 

You stroke his hair and nuzzle him and kiss the top of his head and generally be as affectionate as possible. You do a lot of intense scenes with Bucky and Steve; even during the lighter scenes, you want to practice some aftercare.

Bucky sighs his pleasure at being nuzzled and cuddled like he is. He presses a kiss over your chest before he pulls back to look at you, smiling.

“I love you, sweetheart.” And then he kisses the tip of your nose.

“I love you, Bucky.” You lean up and kiss his forehead.

A moment of cuddling happens, but not too long. He has things to do. Paperwork, mostly, which Bucky fucking hates but it’s visits from you that makes it easier to deal with.

“Bend over the desk, doll,” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “I wanna show Steve how good our girl looks when she’s all filled with my cum.”

You grin and nod, nuzzling him one more time– as if you two won’t do this again– before you slowly start unwinding yourself from him. His cum drips down your thighs but you don’t mind– you just drape yourself over Bucky’s desk, pushing your legs together and displaying your warm, well-fucked cunt overflowing with his seed.

You hear the shutter of the camera on Bucky’s phone. He takes several pictures, and casually sinks two fingers into you, slowly fucking you. You sigh in bliss, and he gives you a little chuckle, then the phone clatters onto the desk beside you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs his praises to you, smearing the cum on the inside of your thighs into your skin. “Our good girl. Now get back to work.”

Bucky: Our girl looks great, doesn’t she?

Pet: 🥰  I had so much fun!

Steve: Wow. 

Steve: Leave any for me, Buck?

Bucky: Of course I did.

Bucky: What kinda guy do you think I am, punk?

Steve: Should I have her as dessert or appetizer tonight?

Steve: I think you’re the kinda guy who would take some very pretty pictures of our girlfriend.

Pet: Appetizer, and then you can make Sir some dessert, too?

Bucky: What an imagination you have, Dollface.

Steve: That sounds like a plan.

Steve smiles a little to himself as he shrugs on his jacket, his hand finding the keys in his pocket easily. He fingers the key to the home you, Bucky, and Steve share. Of course, Steve is just our roommate to everyone else, but most nights he spends sleeping with you and Bucky.

It started out with you and Bucky first. Bucky started seeing this real cute girl he met at work. After several weeks of not being able to get Bucky to shut up about his girlfriend, you two met. 

For how sick he got of his best friend talking about his girlfriend nonstop, the first thing he thought when he met you was Wow, Buck really undersold her.

So Steve developed a quiet little crush on you, one that he would never do anything about, and you and Steve formed a friendship in your own right. You practically moved into Bucky’s house some six months later, though officially you waited a further three to when your lease was up. Steve had to do something similar.

It actually took more than six months for something to happen, didn’t it?

Steve can’t even remember the movie that was playing when the cuddling turned into something more.

Bucky made a bad joke. You called it a dad joke, and then declared Never mind, Steve is my new boyfriend now, and leant into him instead. Bucky, well– he’s Bucky, he thought it was funny. So he grabbed your legs and hauled them over his lap, and when you tried to get up, he insisted you cuddle your new boyfriend.

Steve had just been grinning the whole time. He took the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulders and lay a single, delicate, and very chaste kiss to your cheek. The whole time, his heart was pounding and he had to strategically try not to get hard in his jeans.

Then the jokes became a regular thing. You’d refer to him as other boyfriend or blond boyfriend. You’d drape yourself over the both of them, usually leaning on Steve. With every movie, you both became more comfortable with one another. 

You started playing with his hair. You started nuzzling into his chest. He started stroking your hair, then kissing the top of your head, and then you held hands. The whole time, Bucky would also be holding your other hand, or sort of half-laying on you, or otherwise also touching you.

Then you looked up at him one time, when Bucky was in the kitchen making more popcorn, when you reached a hand up and cupped his face in your hand. You stroked his cheekbone and Steve felt so goddamn flustered he didn’t know what to do. 

“Bucky keeps telling me you’ll kiss me eventually,” you said in a low, throaty whisper, “And I keep telling him you never will. You think you’re not allowed… but you’re allowed.”

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but you continued on.

“Then maybe you can help us settle a bet, hm?”

Steve was so flustered and aroused that when Bucky returned from the kitchen, he jumped. His arm tightened around your shoulders instinctively, and Bucky cracked a joke about trying to steal his girlfriend, except that already happened.

It took another movie night, another night of you giving him these particular little looks, before he finally realized Bucky was smirking at him approvingly.

You reached up and actually booped! Steve’s nose, complete with a little sound effect popped from between your lips. He took your hand, and then leant down and kissed you.

The sigh he heard from your lips and the soft groan from Bucky convinced him that yes, this is right, this is what should be happening. 

You three shared everything that night. Bodies, kisses, heat, each other. You’ve never stopped sharing since.

Steve is broken from his nostalgia by Fury stepping onto the elevator with him. Steve focuses back on the present and greets his boss with a smile.

“Evening, Rogers. On your way home?” Fury asks, flipping through his phone. The man never quite seems like he’s left work at work.

“Yep. It’s lasagna night,” says Steve mildly.

“Mm. You make it vegetarian or with meat?”

“Sausage,” says Steve. “We need a lot of protein. Bucky’s girlfriend, who you’ve met, has two growing boys to care for.”

It’s a silly joke, but Fury doesn’t seem to pick up on the double entendres Steve is dropping.

Fury nods along, clearly distracted by his phone.

“Goodnight, Rogers,” says Fury, stepping off the elevator to the floor of the parking garage where he parked his vehicle.

Steve, meanwhile, stays on the elevator for another floor. He whistles a little tune as he strolls toward his motorcycle once he’s on level six. He always tries to park it in the same spot: the northwest corner, one space away from the very corner. He always leaves that last corner for your car.

He peeks into the car and sure enough, there you are, with Bucky between your legs in the backseat.

Bucky is pretty distracted with his head up your skirt. Your eyes are closed, your teeth sunk into your lower lip to keep yourself from being too loud.

Steve shifts his weight so the gravel crunches underneath his boots. Bucky pauses, pulls his head out from under your skirt– his hair is messy, his face is red, his chin is wet, and Steve feels a throb of arousal course through him at the sight– and grins. You reach up and press the button to roll down the window.

“Oh, hey, Stevie. Just teasing our little pet here,” says Bucky casually, stroking your stomach.

You look back at Steve, your whole body practically humming with arousal. Steve leans his head in and flicks a button from your blouse. He looks at Bucky, frowning.

“I thought you said you left some for me,” he says, his hand going into your bra and starting to tease your nipple. You sigh in pleasure underneath him.

“Mm, sorry. I can make you more. Actually, here, you can have a taste.” Bucky leans up and shares a kiss with Steve, who almost moans at the taste of their girlfriend on his boyfriend’s lips. If they weren’t in the fucking parking garage, he would. Instead, Steve settles for squeezing your breast gently before pulling back.

“Race ya home?” Bucky grins. Steve licks the last of your slick from his lips.

“Traffic is awful on the interstate. Keep to the residential roads.”

He looks down at you and you smile sweetly up at him.

“Hi, pet. Are you going to be a good girl?” asks Steve, reaching down one last time to stroke your hair. You hum in pleasure, and even more when Steve’s fingers twist just right to tug a little. Bucky begins lovingly righting your skirt, smoothing it down. Bucky’s always liked dressing you. Steve’s always liked undressing you. Actually, both Steve and Bucky like doing both.

“I’m always a good girl, Sir…” you sigh out, clearly still feeling good from Bucky having just been between your legs.

“Mm, I know you try, sweetheart.” He leans down and gives you a quick kiss before he pulls away. He can’t get too caught up or else he’ll never get home, much less you two.

“Get home safe,” says Steve mildly, then turns to his motorcycle and kicks it on. He ignores the erection in his jeans. There will be plenty of time to take care of that later.

Bucky likes to hold your hand over the center console. You’re driving this time, since you deal with rush hour traffic a lot better than he does. Once he drove home when there was an accident on the main highway, and he had been so irritated he accidentally dented your steering wheel by gripping it too tightly with his metal hand. Whoops.

It takes about half an hour to drive home, which isn’t bad for a Wednesday night.

“Go get changed,” he tells you, leaning down to kiss your temple. “I’ll get dinner started while you do that.”

You disappear into the bedroom, and Bucky begins preparing the ground sausage. He usually does this part, because you’re usually the one being a little more distracted. Besides, he kind of doesn’t want you around hot things. He’s scared you’ll burn yourself.

Bucky’s pulling out other ingredients when he hears Steve enter. His hair is a little ruffled from the motorcycle helmet under his arm. Safety first, but also it’s pretty cute.

“Told you traffic was bad,” says Steve, leaning in to give Bucky a quick kiss. “I should have listened to my own advice. Where’s our girl?”

“Right here,” you say cheerfully as you flounce into the kitchen. Bucky immediately grins at the sight of you, dressed up the way he likes. Well, “dressed” is a relative term.

You’re in a cute little slutty French maid outfit. Black and white, lots of straps, lots of lace, so many places where his eyes can wander. Black heels and a tiny white apron round out the look.

“Mm,” Steve murmurs appreciatively beside him, tilting his head and nodding. Bucky’s eyes flicker over to where Steve is openly checking you out, his head moving up and down. “Is this new, pet?”

“Mmhm,” you nod eagerly. Bucky focuses back on you. When he makes a circular motion with his finger, you oblige, turning slowly for them. You even have a cute little miniskirt. Adorable.

Bucky’s the first one to grab you by the ass, squeezing the handful of soft flesh between his fingers.

“You think you can get through dinner without begging for one of us?” he asks nonchalantly. You lean your elbows on the counter and sigh softly, spreading those legs a little. God, he loves those legs. Your heels make little clicking sounds on the tile.

“No,” you admit freely. Steve chuckles from behind Bucky and he leans his hip against the counter, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“How about you get through cooking, then, at least?” he suggests. Bucky is still groping your ass. Steve keeps eye contact with you as his hand reaches into your bra and gives your nipple a little playful flick.

You sigh again, and Bucky’s fingers squeeze inwards to brush against those little panties you’re wearing. He can already tell you’re wet that you’re almost soaking through the flimsy fabric.

“Sir asked you a question, pet,” Bucky says warningly, pulling his hand away. You gasp slightly and your eyes snap to Steve.

“S-sorry, Sir. I can try getting through cooking without begging for it,” you stammer.

“That’s a good girl.” Steve pulls his hand from your bra, giving you a nearly chaste kiss. “Love my good girl,” he mumbles against your cheekbone.

“I love you, too,” you sigh happily, nuzzling against him. Bucky feels such a rush of pleasure, seeing the man and the woman he loves also so clearly in love with one another.

“Let’s make dinner,” Bucky decides, pulling his hand away from you. You bite your lower lip in a way that he knows is to keep yourself from whining any more, and Bucky turns to start helping with dinner.

Lasagna is not an especially erotic dish, but Bucky and Steve have plenty of fun teasing you through it. You get very distracted from mixing cheeses together when the two men start touching each other.

In fact, you have to stop what you’re doing and stare when Bucky gets on his knees at the kitchen table, Steve unbuckling his belt. 

“What are you staring at, good girl?” Bucky asks, looking right at you as he palms his boyfriend’s cock. “Get back to cooking.”

Steve smirks above him and you swallow hard, nodding eagerly. Steve sighs, tilting his head back and enjoying Bucky kissing over his length, licking the underside slowly, teasingly. Bucky wraps his lips around the head, sucking tentatively, his eyes flickering toward you. He can practically see the slick between your thighs underneath that obscenely short skirt.

Bucky’s never seen someone make lasagna so fast.

You’re on your knees beside Bucky maybe three minutes later. He’s been sucking Steve’s cock, but slowly, also waiting for you.

“May I?” you ask quietly. Bucky pulls off Steve and nods.

“Of course, baby.”

And then you lean in, taking Steve in your mouth. He groans loudly in response, and Bucky wonders why you two don’t suck Steve off more often. Both of you love it. Well, all three of you love it.

“You two look so fucking good…” Steve murmurs a little curse when Bucky leans in to join you.

You kiss along one side of his length and Bucky the other, your own tongues and lips finding one another around the head of Steve’s cock. Steve might be the one being pleasured here, but all three of you are enjoying the moment.

Bucky can get more of him in his mouth than you can, so he wraps his lips around Steve’s cock. He starts to bob his head up and down as he sucks, his tongue swirling around the head. You, meanwhile, dip your head lower to suckle at his heavy balls, licking over and playing with the sensitive skin. It tugs a hoarse cry from Steve’s lips.

“Oh, that’s not fair,” he hisses. “You know I can’t hold back when you do that.”

“Then don’t,” you purr up at him and Bucky agrees, but silently because he’s still giving Steve a blowjob. Your head is further down, still worshiping his heavy sac, moaning when you taste him. Bucky knows how good he tastes.

“You’re spoiling me,” Steve gasps, “About to spoil you, too. Share this, okay?”

Both of you know what that means. Bucky lets his hand take over and you tilt your head up as Steve spills himself all over both you and Bucky. He’s gripping the chair underneath him hard, keeping himself relatively still as he shoots his cum in hot, thick ropes over your faces.

The sound of Steve’s moans are what Bucky loves the most. Well, he also loves seeing Steve panting and trying to catch his breath when he’s finished (for now), and to smirk up at him with his seed spread across his partners’ skin.

“Fuck. Good. So good,” Steve pants, and Bucky turns to you and kisses you. You share cum, both his tongue and yours lapping at the corners of each others’ lips, kissing and slurping up strings of cum.

Bucky uses his finger to push a string of cum into your lips. You suck on his finger for a moment, then lean down and lick up another spot from his neck. 

“I can’t believe I’m dating two sluts,” Steve sighs, his eyes a little hazy as he watches you two.

“Cum sluts,” you correct him cheerfully, then press one last kiss to Bucky’s lips. Bucky doesn’t let you go, though, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing you hard and deep. He just wants to remind you where you are in this hierarchy, at least for tonight. He feels like being in charge, at least for a little while.

Steve lets out a small, shaky laugh.

“My cum sluts,” he agrees, still sounding a little dazed from his orgasm. Bucky kisses you one last time, then helps you up.

“The lasagna will take another half an hour,” you say helpfully.

“What do you think we can do in that half-hour?” Steve wonders, zipping his pants back up. Your eyes are all lit up, and Bucky just loves that look.

This means you three are going to play.

“Maybe I can take thirty minutes to just kiss your cute face,” Bucky says teasingly, leaning in to kiss over your face again, this time for affection. Steve starts grinning, watching you almost immediately fall into a chorus of giggles, and Bucky’s chuckles finish off the symphony of laughter.

“I think we can manage that,” Steve says, pulling you into his lap. He presses sweet kisses all over your face as well and you laugh anew.

“Oh my god,” you squeal, “I don’t know which is worse– the 5 o’clock shadow or the full-on stubble. It tickles!”

Bucky chuckles and settles into the seat beside Steve, and he promptly steals you to put on his own lap. Steve knows you love being manhandled, anyways. Indeed, you coo and snuggle into him.

One hand settles on the curve of your ass, the other around your shoulders as he kisses your forehead. Steve pulls his chair closer, feeling that the three of you are slowly settling into a scene. Sometimes it’ll just happen spontaneously, other times it’ll be planned and more elaborate. Steve likes them both equally. He even has an idea of what he wants to do tonight.

“Doing good, sweetheart?” Bucky murmurs.

You nod eagerly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“God, I love hearing you call him that,” Steve mutters, pulling his chair even closer so he can wrap his own hand around your ribcage, palming your breasts. Meanwhile, his other hand slides down to gently trace your sex through your panties.

“God, pet. You’re soaked,” Steve groans. “Why don’t you go show your Daddy some attention, hm? Maybe once he’s done with you I’ll use that slut cunt and give you another load of cum.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you stammer, pressing your hips to Steve’s hand. He pulls away, gives your ass a little love tap, and then leans back to watch.

“You’ve always loved sloppy seconds,” Bucky growls softly. “And you call us sluts.”

“Heh. Shut up and let our pet ride your cock, Bucky… but don’t you dare let her come.”

“Mm?” you whine softly, looking over your shoulder at Steve. You have that adorable pout on your face, the one that always makes Steve want to kiss and bite that lower lip.

“The rules tonight are you only get to come once we’ve filled you up. Alright?” His hand slips from your bra to your belly, giving the soft skin a little rub. “Maybe tonight we’ll try and breed our pet slut. How does that sound, Bucky?”

Bucky swallows so hard Steve can hear it.

“Fuck, that sounds incredible,” he growls, “And how do you feel about that, sweetheart?”

The mood shifts slightly. Bucky runs a hand through your hair affectionately, looking down at you curiously. Steve puts his chin on your shoulder, kissing your jaw gently. It’s a common position for you three: Steve likes to hold you this way at night, and keeping in a little huddle to talk helps you all focus when you’re negotiating the terms of the scene.

“We’re just playing… right?” you ask, biting your lower lip.

“Hon, we’re not going to ask if you want a kid in the middle of a scene during lasagna night,” Steve says with a chuckle. “Besides… you know Bucky and I would get into a competition to see who can knock you up first.”

You groan a little, laughing as Steve starts kissing along your shoulder and neck.

“That’s why I asked you if you were okay with this talk,” Bucky murmurs, leaning up and kissing the other side of your neck.

“Okay… I thought so… I just wanted to make sure,” you sigh happily, tipping your head back to let both of them at your skin.

“We’ve been talking about it when we’re together. Me and Steve. Thinking about putting a baby in you, how fucking sexy you’d be, how we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off you… then once you had his baby, it’s my turn.”

Judging by the way your breath hitches, Steve has a feeling you three are in agreement about a breeding kink. God, you really are perfect for each other.

“I fucking love it when you call him Daddy,” Steve purrs into your ear. “Love the idea of your belly getting big, these tits getting so much heavier…”

“Wanna show you how much we love you,” Bucky mumbles as they both kiss across your face, each of them taking turns on your lips. One of Steve’s large hands encompasses your breast and you whimper in response.

You look like their perfect girl. Dressed in that slutty costume, getting turned on at the thought of them knocking you up, your panties wet. You look at them with that utterly wrecked look, like all you can think about is them. Fuck, Steve would happily keep you shut away in their bedroom for the rest of time if he could. 

“Now,” Steve breathes out against your ear, “I think I told you to ride Daddy’s cock and take his load.”

“Uh– y-yes Sir,” you stammer, scrambling to undo Bucky’s jeans. He smirks as you pull him out and waste absolutely no time shoving your panties to the side and taking him in with one fell swoop. Bucky hisses in pleasure, arching his head back and enjoying the initial sensation.

But of course you can’t stay still for too long. Not just because you’re their perfect slut that they’ve trained to pleasure them expertly. No, it’s because Steve is holding your hips and setting the pace for you. Bucky rolls his head back down, wanting to watch this gorgeous sight.

“Good girl,” Steve pants against your neck as he and Bucky hold their gazes. “Your Daddy loves that. Sir loves watching his little girl take that big, thick cock so fucking good.”

“And then you’re going to get fucked by your Captain,” Bucky growls back, still looking right at Steve, “And then maybe we’ll let you come, hm?”

Bucky’s hands roam your body, pulling your breasts out from the stupid costume that’s just getting in his way now. He ducks his head down, while his other hand rubs your lower stomach.

“Look at that. Bucky’s getting you ready because you know we’ll never be able to take our hands off those big, milky tits.” Steve’s hand wraps around your breast now, squeezing gently like he’s milking you. Bucky moans into your skin, sucking in time with Steve’s ministrations.

“Mm, Daddy…” you moan as Bucky grabs you by your ass and helps set the pace. Steve’s hand circles your stomach now.

“Heh. Wait until we’re both Daddy. I’m looking forward to watching your stomach swell, baby girl. We’re gonna make your belly bulge with our cum…”

Steve is growling filthy words into your ear and he can tell you love it just as much as he and Bucky do. Bucky grips your ass tighter, causing another mew to erupt from your lips. Steve grabs your cute tummy and slowly rubs it like he would when it’s swollen with his child.

His cock is hard again. He pushes a little closer so the tip of his cock is rubbing against your ass. It’s then that Steve decides to give you what you really want.

You actually gasp when Steve’s hand skims down from your stomach to your clit, rubbing in time with Bucky’s thrusts. It’s incredible how each of you always just knows just the right rhythm.

Steve watches as Bucky grabs you and kisses you as he moans into your mouth. His rhythm is still steady and hard, but it’s getting rougher, more insistent. Steve knows what that means and his cock throbs, knowing he’ll get to watch Bucky come.

“You gonna come, Bucky? Are you going to fill our slut with your seed? Come inside her, Buck. Breed our little girl like the good bitch she is. Shoot your load into that willing cunt, this fucking slut loves it.”

“Please!” you whimper. “Please, fill me up, Sarge, please.”

That particular moan Bucky makes when he finishes never fails to turn Steve on. He smashes his lips into yours, and Steve can see his teeth bite into your lips– maybe gently, maybe not– through his orgasm.

Steve pulls his hand away from your clit so you wouldn’t be tempted to come, too. Instead he wraps his hand around your breast and starts milking you. His cock throbs again when he imagines how your milk would leak from your nipples, how he can lick it up and how sweet you’d be.

You’re moaning and whimpering along with Bucky’s movements, your thighs shaking around him in your quest to be a good girl and not come until you’re told. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.

Steve’s other hand starts slowly tracing your lower stomach.

“That’s your second load today, right, pet?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you pant, your whole body flushed and hot.

“We’ll keep that in you during dinner, how about that? Then you’ll get your third. Maybe more. Would you like that?” Steve cups the bit of your tummy just above your mound.

“P-please.”

Your voice is hazy, faint, tired but blissful. Steve is familiar with it, and it makes him smile. He leans in to kiss your cheek, then Bucky. He can taste some remnants of his own semen from his boyfriend’s lips and he decides he needs to stop before he gets too carried away, so he pulls back.

“You keep his cock inside you until we’re ready to eat,” Steve says authoritatively. “I’ll take care of this. You want his cum to take, don’t you, Princess?”

Goddamn, you love it when they come up with sexy little scenarios on the fly. Planning things out is fun, of course, but this? Goddamn.

You’re sitting on Steve’s lap, completely naked as you lounge on his lap. He’s idly feeding you bites of lasagna. The men are still clothed, and Bucky’s cum has been dripping down your thighs this whole dinner. 

You bury your face in Steve’s shoulder, sighing a little. You’re happy. You’re content. You feel loved and cared for–

“Pet,” says Steve firmly, “Come back here and finish your dinner. You’ll need your energy if your Daddy and I are going to knock you up.”

Oh, fuck, yes, you’re still playing.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, pulling away and sitting up right like a good girl. He offers you a bite, and you willingly take it.

Bucky is looking at you from across the table with dark eyes, watching your lips and the rest of your body. You saw at least one perfect imprint of his teeth on your breast.

And now they both seem to be utterly obsessed with impregnating you. Is it something you want one day? Maybe. Now? No. But everyone understands this is just playtime, even though Steve’s hand hasn’t left your stomach for more than a few minutes at a time.

You shift to straddle Steve’s thigh and Bucky raises his brows slightly when he sees it. 

“Are you trying to rub your clit on Cap’s thigh, pet?”

“No…” you lick your lower lip and then shift again so you’re no longer straddling his thigh, instead just sitting nicely like a good girl.

Steve chuckles and kisses your bare shoulder, nuzzling your hot skin.

“You’re incredibly transparent, you know,” Steve says, stroking your tummy. “I can tell you want to get off already, sweet girl.”

“I do wanna get off,” you admit willingly. “But I won’t until Daddy and Sir tell me to.”

You can practically see Steve’s eyes dilate as you look down at him.

“So good. Such a good pet,” he praises. “Bucky, how the hell did we manage to find such a good girl?” 

“I got her first, punk.” You can hear the smirk in Bucky’s words.

“Then how the hell did you manage to catch her, and how the hell did I manage to join?” Steve wonders, and you snuggle into him. Cuddling is always such a nice way to have a little break between scenes. It just reinforces the mutual love and respect you all have for one another.

“Because you’re cute,” you say helpfully, leaning down and kissing Steve’s cheek. “Also because Bucky low-key has been in love with you for ages.”

Bucky laughs a little.

“It took a girl for us to admit the men are in love with one another. I kinda like the irony.”

“Yeah, but who cares? We made it here eventually.” You snuggle into Steve, who’s holding you easily on his lap. It’s one of the perks of dating super soldiers: having two men who can absolutely envelop you in their bodies and secure you there without a single worry of falling or hurting yourself.

“And now our good bitch is gonna have our babies,” Bucky murmurs.

You grin, pinpointing it.

“So Bucky suggested this one,” you say triumphantly when you figure it out.

“What does that mean, sweetheart?” asks Bucky, standing up and getting the plates in the dishwasher. If you don’t clean up now, you never will. You learned that after an unfortunate incident with a roast chicken left out overnight and a new set of lingerie that stayed (partially) on all night.

“It means one of you tends to come up with a new kink, then you get the other into it, and then me. Remember when you got really into fooling around when one of us was on the phone?” you ask, and Steve starts laughing.

“First off, that was you. Secondly, Bucky and I are making up for decades of unresolved sexual tension. Thirdly– go get in the bedroom, I wanna spread out.”

“I’m happy to spread,” you smirk, hopping to your feet. Steve gives your ass a little smack before you bound away and to the bedroom.

Your bed is gigantic, of course. You had to get a custom bed made because a king bed was comfortable with two super soldiers, but add in another body and it got a little too snug (and too goddamn hot) for all three of you. You’re all much happier now.

You kick off your heels and bounce onto the bed, sprawling and getting comfortable. Your thighs are still wet, but you know better than to do anything about it. Of course you’re horny, but being in this submissive pet bitch, ready to be bred headspace does wonders for your self-control.

You hear them coming, so you quickly roll onto your stomach and pull some pillows under your chest, popping your ass up, all ready for them. You can feel Bucky’s seed drying on your thighs, and you’re looking forward to Steve’s joining the slick.

“Look at this good slut,” Bucky growls. “She must really want to be bred.”

“The best little slut I’ve ever had,” says Steve, speaking like you’re not even in the room. After a brief moment during which you hear clothes rustling, you feel him settle on his knees behind you. Your fingers twist in the sheets when he rubs the head of his cock against your cunt. It's like nothing else, knowing that he’s fully hard for you, fully ready to fuck you.

Bucky settles beside you and slides his hand under you, brushing his fingers over your stomach.

“Can’t wait to see your belly full of our cum. Can’t wait to get you pregnant,” Bucky growls. “You’re gonna be so sexy, taking load after load after load. You think we’ll stop when we do finally get ya knocked up? You know we won’t, sweetheart. I bet a slut like you gets even more insatiable. Besides, we have to keep you used to taking multiple loads of cum a day, because we’re going to breed our good bitch over and over again… got that, sweetheart?”

You’re practically drooling at the idea. You’re completely breathless, barely noticing Steve rubbing his cock against your thighs, between them, over the cleft of your ass, then rubbing up against your entrance once more.

“Oh– oh, god, please,” you whimper. “Fuck. Daddy, you’re so good at dirty talk. You always know exactly what your pet wants to hear.”

Bucky smirks, leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss. It’s brief, but it’s sweet, and you’re relaxing even more into this gentle kiss before you cry out in surprise when Steve fills you.

Both of them make you feel like you’re being split open, but you love the feeling. You get so sore afterwards, but in such a good way. 

Steve gives your spine a little fond stroke.

“Does our sweet slut like this?” he asks, pressing into you and making you moan. He’s pushing against that sweet spot inside, and you nod almost drunkenly.

“Yes– yes, Sir, I like your cock fucking me there.”

“Hmm. I can tell.” Steve slowly begins to pull out, then back in, then pushes you down slightly. You actually gasp in surprise.

“Oh, there it is,” he sighs out, “I’m fucking you right where you need it, huh?”

You just moan when he starts snapping his hips just right, pushing up against your cervix every time. It almost hurts, you feel almost bruised, but it’s a heavenly soreness that makes you ache for more.

“Maybe we should let our slut come,” Steve groans, “An orgasm helps get her bred.”

“Oh, does it?” asks Bucky, a little grin on his face. His hand reaches lower and begins to rub your clit in those slow, tight little tugging circles that you know will get you off hard and fast. In fact, you begin to whimper in moments. The combination of Steve inside you, pressing against one of those special little places, and Bucky’s fingers, that’s almost too much.

You want to make this last longer. You want this filthy scene to never end, but this is too much. You haven’t had an orgasm in so long, but they’ve gotten off inside you multiple times. You can’t hold back any longer.

“Milk Steve’s cock, sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs, “That’s it. Our slut’s gonna come all around you, Steve. Fuck her good for me.” 

Steve’s hips start pounding faster into you and you can’t help yourself now that you have permission. Your orgasm hits you hard, and you bury your face in the pillow for the first wave of pleasure, but Steve grabs you by your hair and tugs your head up.

“Let us hear what we do to you, slut,” Bucky snaps, the hand that was originally on your clit stroking his now hard cock. God bless that super soldier serum. “I wanna watch that pretty face when you come.”

And because you’re a good pet, you let him. You let him see your finish, let Steve hear how hard he’s fucking you and how much you fucking love it.

You slow down your hips and your moans as your orgasm ebbs away, leaving you exhausted. It was worth it, though, so worth the wait. Your whole body is buzzing with pleasure, every bit of skin hot and hyperstimulated, almost overwhelming you with the sensation of how goddamn much you love your boyfriends.

And all the while, Steve continues fucking you, keeps pushing his cock against your cervix, and you just know he’s going to fill you. He’s going to shoot his cum deep inside and get his good bitch knocked up.

“Good girl,” Steve pants, “Good fucking girl. Here’s your cum, babe, take all of it, let me breed you– shit–” he gasps and you feel him flood your cunt immediately. A sense of pride and relief washes over you; finally. You feel like your body needs his cum, and that you might cry if you don’t get it.

Steve’s moaning and cursing as he pounds into you brutally. You can feel him pulsing inside you, and you make yourself tighten around him in turn, making him voice another sharp groan. You feel him shudder, bracing himself against you, his hands on your hips and pulling you sharply against him.

He calms down, panting, but Bucky doesn’t give him much time.

“My turn, Stevie,” Bucky smirks. Sure, he’s come in you twice already throughout the day, but everybody here knows that you’ll take any load of cum they want to give you.

“Jesus, Buck, give me a minute,” Steve pants, “Hell, she needs a minute. I can still feel her milking me.”

Bucky chuckles and he moves away from you, and judging by how the bed squeaks, he’s kneeling behind Steve. Then you feel Bucky’s fingers where you connect with your other boyfriend, stroking his balls and pressing up against your entrance where you’re stretched thin.

“It’s always such a pretty sight, seeing you stuffed full of Steve’s cum,” Bucky murmurs. 

“I… I like being filled up,” you sigh out happily. “Please stuff more cum in me. Your slut wants it.”

There’s a triumphant sound to Bucky’s chuckling. Steve groans when he hears you.

“Alright, Steve, you heard the pet. Now move over. I want her.”

Bucky gives Steve’s ass a little slap and Steve groans again and chuckles. He squeezes your ass for a moment before he pulls away.

But you’re not empty for too long, because Bucky slides right into you as soon as your cunt is available to him. He wastes no time starting another brutal pace for you, making you mewl pathetically.

“You’re so fucking hot, babe,” Bucky groans, “You’re stuffed full of cum and now you’re gonna take mine too, like a good slut? You must really wanna get knocked up. We wanna see your belly get swollen with our baby. Fuck that, we’re gonna breed you over and over again.”

He slams particularly hard into you and you gasp, pushing your hips back to him.

Steve settles beside you, smirking. He reaches down and fondles your breasts, making that milking motion again. His eyes sweep over you, and you know he likes seeing you in this position, bent under Bucky, taking his cock.

“How’s it feel, pet? Bucky getting my sloppy seconds. Your boyfriend’s using your cunt only after I’ve fucked you full.” He runs a hand through your hair lovingly. “Well, I should say our cunt. We own you, good girl. You’re our pet slut.”

This is almost too much. You’re panting, whimpering, pushing your hips up for Bucky, who’s groaning his approval of all the talk. You’re worn out, weakly pressing your hips back to him despite yourself. But Bucky is the one who grabs your hips and fucks you instead, using you to get himself off.

This is so much, and you love every fucking second of it. You can’t believe how that heat in the base of your spine keeps you hot, keeps you ready to finish again.

“B-Bucky,” you whimper, “Can your slut come again? Please, I need it– wanna milk your cock until you cum in me. Please, please.”

“Of course you can. You want to get bred like a good girl, don’t you?” Steve asks, licking his lower lip as your moans get louder as you get closer and closer.

Bucky slaps your ass and you cry out. Every single bit of skin he touches just pushes your orgasm even closer.

“Alright, sweetheart, here’s your cum– fuck, you’re milking me already,” he curses, before his words devolve to filthy moans as he fills you up. He’s mixing his cum with Steve’s, using your cunt for his own pleasure, owning you the way you want to be owned.

Steve nods his approval, his eyes on you as he watches you come. You’re thrown into another orgasm. It’s so easy to trigger yours after coming once, and your moans mix with Bucky’s as you squeeze him and coax more and more of his potent seed into your cunt.

Bucky stays inside you for only a few moments before he’s landing beside you, panting. You collapse where you are, trying to catch your breath as well.

Steve pulls a pillow down and puts it under your hips.

“You gotta lay back, babe. Let all our cum pool against your cervix. We’ll get you pregnant in no time.”

Once you’re in position, Bucky wraps his arm around you and the cuddling begins. You have your arm around both of their shoulders, and they’re snuggled up close to you. Steve has a leg wrapped around yours, while Bucky has his hand tangled in your hair.

“You did so good, baby,” Bucky whispers into your ear, nuzzling your shoulder on the other side of you. Steve smiles lazily, his hand finding your stomach. Bucky’s hand closes over Steve’s, and your eyes flutter open.

“I didn’t know you liked the breeding kink so much,” you sigh, looking between your boyfriends.

“I’ve always wanted a family… a big family,” Steve smirks.

“And I’ve always liked it when you stay home for a day, so I can come back and you’re already cooking dinner… think about how hot it would be if your belly is big with our babies,” Bucky murmurs in turn.

“So you just have a housewife kink?”

“Maybe,” Bucky shrugs slightly. “But you know I’d never pressure you into anything, right?”

“We’re playing,” Steve emphasizes, rubbing your stomach.

“I know,” you reassure them, nuzzling Steve. Bucky feels such a burst of love in his own stomach as you then nuzzle Bucky himself in turn. “I know you both just like playing. I mean, Bucky and I ganged up on Steve last week and used him as our personal fuckdoll. It’s fun.”

Bucky smiles at the memory. Oh, yeah. He remembers how good that felt. Steve took his cock nice and deep, and you sucked him off while Bucky abused his ass.

“So what you’re saying is it’s my turn next?” Bucky grins and Steve grins as well. Bucky most consistently takes on the most dominant role in bed, so getting to top him would be an extra treat for you two. He doesn’t do it that often, but he wouldn’t mind more.

“Ooh, yes, please!” you perk up. “I haven’t pegged you in so long!”

“I know. I’ve missed it,” Bucky admits, his hand wrapping around your breast now, but it’s not to turn you on. It’s just a loving gesture, an intimate one.

“You just have to ask, Buck. I’d fuck your ass until you’re squirting your cum all over our little girl,” Steve offers.

“Oh my god, yes, please!” You grin.

“Oh, no, we accidentally turned our slut on again,” Bucky says dryly. “You’re so lucky you have two super soldiers, babe. I have no idea how a regular person would ever satisfy you.”

“Well, I don’t have to find out,” you grin. Steve smiles back and then you lean in for a kiss. Bucky watches, utterly enraptured by the sight, feeling those waves of love twisting in his stomach. 

Maybe one day you really will carry their children, but for now, he’ll enjoy playing with you again and again.