One-Shot
When Steve first offered to let Bucky sleep on their couch, he declined. After all, idling in the past, mired in nostalgia, was antithetical to his state-mandated “moving on.” But getting back on one’s feet after five years of being dust, and many more of being…what he was, was proving difficult. The second time, he almost declined again, but Z insisted. How could he stay stubborn with a smile like that?
He tried every day to find a place, and some semblance of income, but always came up short. Yet, his hope remained because every time he returned in defeat, he was met by Z, who so diligently practiced her new domesticity. Hot meals (hit-or-miss,) cookies, and conversation while she cleaned. The days that needed a pop idol were the only ones he hated; it meant she was gone all day.
“I’m starting to see what you see,” he said to his best friend, on one such night where there was no danger of her hearing. The statement recalled years ago when he callously compared her to Steve’s lost love, the fiery Peggy Carter. Cute might not have been his thing as much as sexy, but then again, Steve had been cute when he loved him. Plus, he’d seen Z’s strength up close since then.
Steve took a drink of his cold beer that did nothing for him, then raised an eyebrow. He called her sweet, but with nothing better to follow up with, Bucky turned the conversation to the good ol’ days and said no more about her. Maybe Steve knew what he’d meant but had the grace to leave it alone.
That was, until a few nights later.
Steve had gone in the day to run his support group, then went out to dinner with a few members afterward. Z was tired from an early day of choreography, so Bucky made a small dinner of pasta, salad, and french bread. They ate on the couch with the television set to an episode of Wheel of Fortune, just another weeknight, and certainly not a date. Neither of them was even dressed up, him in a black Henley and jeans and her in an oversized Captain America shirt and blue, plaid pajama pants. Not remotely date-like.
Bellies full and boredom setting in, they settled on a movie. It wasn’t the best choice they could have made, evident as she began to nod off during a lackluster fight scene. Her head lulled forward, chin resting on the oversized throw pillow on her lap. Once it was clear she wouldn’t snap back, he began to worry about her neck. He pulled her in and turned to grab the quilt draped on the arm, then faltered as her cheek found his shoulder. Fully asleep, she curled into his side, both legs resting against his thigh and the pillow still hugged to her chest. Smiling softly, he wrapped the quilt around the two of them and slipped his arm around her for her comfort. Whatever was happening on the screen, he didn’t know, fully distracted by the sound of her breathing and watching her face in case she awoke.
He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep as well until the front door opened and Steve returned home. His keys hit the copper tray beside the door, the noise barely stirring Z, and Bucky sat up straighter as Steve turned. He paused upon seeing them, Bucky’s neck burned, and Z sighed in her sleep, choosing that awkward moment to hug his middle a little tighter, having long replaced the pillow with a warm body. Just when Bucky thought he’d need to explain, Steve smiled and shook his head. He shed his jacket onto the armchair and sat carefully on the opposite side of her, reaching over to stroke her hair long, blonde hair.
“Have a good night?” he asked, just barely above a whisper. Bucky swallowed, uncomfortable even though Steve was looking at her.
“Yeah…Just dinner and a movie.”
Steve heard the excuse in his words but just nodded and brushed hair behind her ear. Another moment passed before Steve sighed and looked up at him.
“Better get her to bed. You mind?”
With a little maneuvering, Bucky scooped her up and followed Steve to their bedroom. Steve circled the bed to turn on the lamp and motioned for him to set her down. He did so gently, but once parted from his warmth, she let out a small whine and rolled over to instinctually reach for her boyfriend’s side of the bed. Steve chuckled and put one knee on the mattress to lean down, one hand holding himself up and the other on her upper arm. His thumb brushed over the bare skin just below her t-shirt sleeve and Bucky squirmed at the intimacy of it. Suddenly, he remembered he shouldn’t be there, and turned to leave, to flee.
“Hold on.”
Steve’s voice stopped him in his tracks, still just above a whisper, but there was something in his tone that triggered butterflies in his gut. When he turned and met his eyes, he knew he hadn’t imagined it. Steve kept the eye contact as he lowered to talk in her ear, only shifting his gaze down once the first words left his lips. Bucky couldn’t hear what he said, but he felt the way his voice dropped an octave.
Z whined again and shifted, stretching her arms like a cat coming out of a nap, although her eyes did not open. Steve said something else and chuckled quietly. She mumbled something back to him and nodded, then pressed her face into her pillow and pulled her arms into her chest. Steve kissed her jaw before looking up at Bucky, still wearing a warm smile.
“Help me with her pants?” he asked. The butterflies worsened and Bucky questioned whether it was actually anxiety.
“Steve, I—”
His friend put up his hand to stop him.
“Buck, it’s alright. If you don’t want to…”
He really wanted to. He did! But was it right? He glanced at her, seemingly asleep. Knowing his reservations, Steve placed his hand on her hip and squeezed, pressing his thumb into the dip. She made another sound and squirmed, sticking her butt out slightly. Bucky’s body gave in before his mind did—it would always be her insistence that did him in…
A blink and he’d already slipped off her pajama pants when his brain caught up. She writhed a little as cool air touched her skin, so he pressed his one warm hand to the prickling skin on her thigh and moved closer, up more on the bed. His hand followed, running up to her hip where he hooked his thumb into her white panties, but stopped short of pulling them down, looking to Steve for permission. He could stop it right then, pass it off as an elaborate tease, but his best friend had already removed his shirt and simply nodded for him to continue.
He pulled the fabric from under her hip and slowly slid the underwear off, watched it glide over the swell of her behind and down her thighs. A smile tugged at his lips when he saw the dampness already darkening the cotton, and again when he tossed the garment and noticed her knees pressing together. They weren’t for long, as Steve slipped a leg between hers, having joined them on the bed now that he’d undressed. Her thighs tensed as she tried to close them again, accompanied by a quiet whimper, but then she lifted her leg a little higher and let out an equally quiet moan. As he sat up to take off his own clothes, Bucky caught a glimpse of Steve’s fingers starting to explore her pretty, pink pussy.
His heart beat heavy in his chest as he quickly peeled off his shirt and discarded his too-tight jeans, his pulse quickened by the quiet sounds of pleasure filling the room. Somehow, Z’s eyes stayed shut while her mouth hung open, wantonly panting as the rough pads of two of Steve’s fingers teased her hole, only occasionally dipping one inside. Even from a distance, Bucky could see the sheen of her arousal coating his fingers and the string of it keeping them connected. His half-mast erection twitched in anticipation. Then, Steve spoke, although he never looked away from his girlfriend’s face or stopped.
“There’s a bottle in her nightstand,” he said. Sure enough, Bucky found the bottle of lube right in the front, and as he rejoined them on the bed, he couldn’t help but wonder how much of it they used up in a week.
Any more wandering thoughts went out the window when Steve finally inserted both fingers, her pussy greedily taking them in as more arousal gushed out, emitting a beautifully wet squish. She whined then, and tilted her hips, leg rising on Steve’s thigh as her body asked for more. Steve’s cock was already at full attention, the leaking head angled at her hole like it was forced to watch his fingers have their way first. And their way they had, pumping in and out slowly and scissoring until the lewd squelching was constant and her body started to quiver along with her whimpers and moans. And Bucky watched, forgetting all about the lube’s purpose as he gripped his rapidly hardening dick at the base, each slosh from her pussy threatening to push him over the edge. If he touched himself any more than that, he’d cum all over the sheets and her back and never live down the embarrassment.
Steve picked up his pace the closer she got. After making up for lost time over the past year, he was aware of all of her tells. Of course, his favorites were the obvious ones—he saw her eyes roll behind their lids as her back arched, her cunt suddenly tightening around his fingers. Even half-awake, her panting mouth searched for his, and he obliged with a messy kiss, his tongue pressed to hers before their lips met. She moaned loudly into the kiss as she spasmed around his still-pumping fingers, her toes curling as he finger-fucked her through the wave.
After giving her a moment to come back down, Steve rubbed his nose against hers, then kissed her flushed forehead.
“I think she’s warmed up now,” he said, voice heavy for the same reason Bucky’s balls ached. Before Bucky could ask what his plan was, Steve smoothly rolled Z over, careful to keep her long hair out of the way. As Z tried to readjust, Steve lifted her leg, giving Bucky a full view.
Her fair skin was flushed and shimmery with sweat. While being turned over, her Captain America shirt had bunched up, revealing the small pouch of her tummy and the soft curve of her hips. She was fit yet soft, and he desperately wanted to know how it would feel to thrust against her thighs. Bucky also had full view of her bare cunt, pink and shiny from her orgasm, and still twitching, pleading for more. Her face was begging too, despite closed eyes, her brows ever-so-slightly pinched and her glossy lips still panting quietly.
“Come here,” Steve said when his friend was still a bit too far away. When he closed in, Steve placed her leg over his, and Bucky grabbed it below the knee instinctively, hyper-aware of just how close every part of her was now. “Bottle.”
Bucky handed Steve the bottle, still staring at her face mere inches from his, then put his hand back so he could give her thigh a squeeze.
Behind her, Steve took a generous amount of lube and rubbed it in his hands to warm it before reaching down and spreading her cheeks. Z still flinched a little when the cool gel touched her hot skin, but then moaned as he applied it to her puckered hole. She arched her back a bit and pressed into Bucky’s chest. His grip on her leg tensed for a moment, but then he ran his hand up to the hem of her shirt. He felt her through the fabric, but it wasn’t enough. Steve smiled to himself but continued working her ass. Lube, a fingertip to push it inside her, more lube, the finger a little deeper. They’d done this before, but no matter how many times, Z’s size meant extra careful preparation for his size. Thankfully, she knew how to relax.
Bucky pulled her shirt up a little too quickly and she let out a small meep, then a whine at the exposure. Her nipples were as pink and petite as he’d imagined, and he could already hear the sounds he’d get out of her if he sucked on them, but her skin prickled, and he felt a little bad. He pressed her chest to his and tilted her chin up slightly. She let out a breathy whine, the warmth of her breath on his lips pulled them to hers. She whined again when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and he was unsure if it was the kiss or Steve’s doing, but it didn’t matter; the sound was sweet, and he wanted to hear it again. And again. Her moans grew louder when his warm hand slipped between them to grope her. He pinched her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers before tugging slightly, then firmly kneaded her breast, almost apologetically. He always thought himself into chestier gals, but Z’s were just big enough to fit in his hand and he had no complaints. He continued his ministrations, totally lost in the adorable sounds coming out of her.
Just when he pulled away from a kiss to breathe again, Z’s own breath hitched and she tensed, only to melt against him. Bucky saw Steve’s face tense too, his red lips parted slightly, and his brow furrowed as he focused downward where he slowly pushed into her ass.
Steve watched his tip disappear, swallowing thickly at the sensation of slipping past the first ring of muscles. He listened to her body as more and more of his shaft disappeared inside, aided by the copious amount of lube, and paused any time she flinched, until she was full of his cock. She continued to writhe and moan, pressing her ass back against him as if there were any more inches to add. He gripped her hips firmly, cursed under his breath, then looked up to meet Bucky’s gaze and give him a crooked smile.
“Hold her leg up,” he said.
Bucky did. He then startled when a large hand gripped his throbbing, leaking cock. For a moment, Bucky thought about how much smaller Steve’s hand had been the last time, all those years ago, but quickly crashed back to reality when the head of his dick brushed against the sopping, warm folds of Z’s pussy. She moaned and tried to push herself down to him, but Steve was in control of both of them, making Bucky rub against her clit instead, then groaning when her ass tightened around him. Bucky cursed and rutted into Steve’s hand, both surprising him and once again rubbing against Z’s clit.
Taking pity, Steve repositioned Bucky’s straining erection at her entrance and let go. The moment his hand touched Z’s thigh to help keep her spread, Bucky slipped the head of his cock into her, groaning loudly in relief. It felt so good, he couldn’t hold back any longer—he filled her quickly and thoroughly, cursing again as she took his thick cock to the hilt. She clung to his sweaty chest and cried with pleasure when he started to pull back out. He wondered how it felt for her to be stuffed with two, sizable dicks, how it compared to the sensation of feeling Steve’s cock against his own through the thin walls of her body. To be shared, versus sharing. He didn’t dwell on it long, too distracted by his own pleasure as he fucked deep into her, too focused on dragging out the high.
When he started moving, Steve started slower, preferring shallower thrusts so she could always feel every inch keeping her full, but as the other pounded into her, the fervor became tangible. Steve’s grip on her leg was a little too tight, he would later realize, but in the moment, all he wanted was to fuck his girl how she deserved. The feel of the other’s cock rubbing against his while she unabashedly whined and moaned was enough to drive him wild.
Z came first, still sensitive from before, but she wasn’t out yet. She opened her eyes after that, her vision unclear as she looked down where Bucky was pounding into her. Slowly it came into focus, his dick covered in the creamy spend from her second orgasm, and anticipation built in her gut as she kept watching with one eye.
Steve came next, but only a few seconds before Bucky. His fingers dug into her hips when the coil snapped, and he emptied his balls into her ass. Thanks to the shear amount and force of it, thick cum squirted out around the base of his cock and he pulled out to release the rest on her back. Z arched when the first drops hit her skin, so Steve rested his still twitching dick against her back and turned her face toward him. He pressed his lips to hers and moaned into the kiss.
When Steve pulled out, Bucky finally got the release he wanted. Eyes rolling back, he imagined the thick ropes of cum filling her womb, making that little pouch a little bigger, as the rest of it spilled out her quivering cunt. There was no light show in his head, only events flashing over a second or two. Still fucking into her cum-filled pussy while Steve cleans her. Pulling out to ejaculate into his mouth instead. Kissing him after. Then kissing Z.
Meanwhile, as Bucky’s load continued to fill her guts, she pulled from the kiss to watch, and Steve let her because he knew. He lazily kissed her neck while she looked down at the spend spilling out of her, moaning at the feel of it.
Finally spent, Bucky slumped and draped his arm over her middle. She mimicked the action and nestled into his neck, hot breath still huffing against his sticky skin. Steve put his arm over both the best he could and pressed a kiss to the back of her head.
They lie there for a while, trying to ignore the strong scent of cum and sweat that permeated the air, but there was no sleeping without a shower. Z whined when Steve tugged her up and slipped off her shirt but let him pick her up and carry her to the bathroom because her legs were useless.
