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Steve chucked the phone across the room when he hung up, cursing under his breath at the ridiculous situation he and Bucky were in.
This new bitch was making their lives hell. Queens had been in a power vacuum since Parker’s abdication, various factions within the organization vying for the top position in what had been a surprisingly bloody conflict. They thought they had finally established a foothold again when their lieutenant got taken out in some stupid fucking drive by and now some random bitch from the bottom rungs of the crew had completely upended things. Every time they tried to send in one of their established guys as an “advisor” they kept getting sent back with a fucking pat on the head and an assurance that she had everything under control.
Queens was the center of production, and this motherfucker had slowed the output to the other boroughs to a trickle. They’d already heard from Odinson, his voice heavy with thunder as he threatened to pull out of their recent agreement and make his own fucking move into the market if they couldn’t get this shit straightened out.
“You gotta calm down, Stevie.” Fuck that fucking relaxed asshole and his stupid fucking smirk. “Nat’s setting up the sit down now, this’ll all be over in the next 24 hours.”
“Shut up, Buck.” He ran his hand over his beard in frustration. “This is so fucking stupid. If I ever see that Parker kid again, I’m gonna kill him.”
“Not if I kill him first.” Bucky may have looked relaxed, but the way he was spinning his knife through his fingers gave his anger away. “This bitch sure came to play though, huh?”
Steve didn’t have a chance to respond before Nat came strutting into the room, a small pleased smile teasing her lips. He felt himself release a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, seeing Bucky relax too from the corner of his eye.
“She’s willing to meet right now, so I think you boys better get ready to head out.”
“Fucking fantastic, Nat.” Bucky grinned as he stood up from the couch, Steve moving to grab his coat before the two of them started to head out. “What can you tell us about her?”
“Unashamedly ambitious, ruthless, intelligent, and surprisingly witty.” She winked at them over her shoulder as they followed her to the car. “You’re gonna love her.”
“I’m gonna love if she gives us full production back.” Steve growled, his stance menacing as he ripped the back door open. “How flexible is she?”
“Depends on the situation.” Nat’s tone implied she was talking about a different type of flexibility, rolling her eyes when Bucky tutted at her with an air of annoyance. “You’re probably gonna have to meet her halfway.”
“Fuck that. I’m not giving up 25% of our holdings to some up jumped slut.” Just like that, Steve’s bad mood was back again.
“Jesus, save some of that sweet talk for negotiations, punk.” Bucky poured a glass of bourbon, offering it to Steve who turned it away with an irritated shrug. “Where’re we meeting, Nat?”
“Queens manufacturing office. The brownstone one.”
“She moved into the offices? Goddamn this bitch is ballsy. I think I might be in love, Stevie.”
“Oh my god, Buck. If that thing between your legs derails another negotiation for us, I swear to god…” Steve’s eyes almost disappeared into his head as he rolled them at Bucky’s ridiculousness.
“Hey! I feel like last time worked out well for the both of us.” He grinned lasciviously as he thought about their time in Miami.
“Right, and the time before? With the Chicago deal?”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know she was his wife?!”
“They were wearing matching wedding rings, and he fucking introduced her as his wife!”
“As amusing as this is,” Nat was grinning at the two of them as they sat back in their seats, Steve running a hand over the back of his neck in exasperation while Bucky just grinned like an idiot. “Maybe we should go over terms?”
“Right.” Steve took the file Nat handed to him with a shrug. “She wants 20% of profits from all four boroughs, 50% from Queens, rights to consultation on any plans for expansion, and a 5% cut of any distribution deals from outside contractors.”
“Oh my god, think she’ll step on my neck too?” Bucky took the file from Steve and perused it with a whistle. “This bitch is out to fuck us.”
“I told you, ruthless.”
Steve hated how impressed he was with this opening. Most of the assholes they had to deal with were bootlicking ass kissers, it was refreshing to deal with someone who seemed totally willing to stake their own claim. As much as it annoyed the shit out of him.
Bucky was just excited to finally have someone other than him stirring shit up. He was used to being considered the wildcard in the organization, but this bitch had shaken everything up in such a short time it was doing things to him. Maybe having some new blood in the hierarchy would help break up the fucking monotony he’d been dealing with lately, and he really fucking needed that.
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They made pretty good time in spite of traffic, pulling up in front of the brownstone a mere 35 minutes after they had left.
A woman in a well tailored suit met them at the door, giving each of them a warm smile as she showed them back to the luxe office space.
“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers, I do apologize but Ms. Y/L/N has been unexpectedly delayed.” The woman said as she ushered them into the main office. “I’m Janie though, and this is Elle.” She indicated the woman who was already in the office space, standing behind the bar. “Please let us know if you need anything.”
Elle placed a tray with a decanter of bourbon and two glasses on the large marble coffee table with a warm smile before the two of them headed out of the office to give Steve and Bucky some privacy.
“I don’t fucking believe this, this bitch is making us wait.” Steve was seething with fury, his voice a low growl as he started pacing around the office.
“Holy shit, this bourbon is fantastic.” Bucky moaned appreciatively as he took a sip from the glass he’d poured for himself. “Stevie, you’ll kill yourself if you don’t at least try this.”
Steve took the glass Bucky poured for him reluctantly, hissing through his teeth once he tasted it.
“Fuck me.” He swirled the amber liquid a few times before taking another sip.
“I’m gonna marry this woman.” He looked over the other offerings that had been laid out, moaning when he found the cigars. “Jesus Christ, these are Habanos.”
“Control yourself, Barnes.” The man looked like a kid in a candy store as he bit off the end of the stogie and spat it aside before lighting it and humming with satisfaction. “We’re here to fucking negotiate.”
“Well, she’s got the upper hand as far as I’m concerned. She must be making a fuckton of cash.”
Steve didn’t get a chance to respond before he heard a door slam and smacked Barnes to get him to stand up. He ignored his eye roll as he straightened himself out and waited for you to walk in.
The office door flew open and you strode in with a grin on your face.
“Hi there boys! Sorry about the wait, traffic in the tunnel was a bitch!”
“You came from Manhattan?” Steve was fighting the urge to slap Bucky again as he moaned while he looked you over.
You looked admittedly fantastic as you tossed your motorcycle helmet on the desk and started to peel off your gloves. Every single piece of clothing you were wearing was black leather, from your thigh high boots to your tiny shorts to your jacket which you unzipped to show a goddamn bustier. It was like someone told you about Bucky’s leather fetish.
“Yeah, I fucking hate rush hour.” You sat on the desk with a wicked smirk, crossing your legs and swinging the top one as the two of them stared at you. “So, you boys have a chance to look over my offer?”
“Yeah, it’s a bold first move from someone no one had even heard of a month ago.” Steve shot Bucky a meaningful glare as he moved to lean against the back of one of the chairs that were facing the desk.
“Asking to take almost 25% of our overall production right off the bat, doll?” Bucky seemed to have gotten control over himself as he sank into the other chair, but his eyes were still drawn to your thighs. “Ballsy move.”
Your light laugh got you two very different reactions, Bucky grinning at you while a Steve just growled with annoyance.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been handling all the damn manufacturing and production since Parker’s little move so I figure I deserve a seat at the table.”
Steve tried to share a meaningful glance with Bucky and groaned internally when he got a look at him. The man was grinning at you like an infatuated idiot. Normally Barnes handled all the actual negotiating while Rogers just stood there looking threatening, but you’d managed to throw them off their rhythm.
“I think you mean since your coup.” He grumbled, sinking into the chair hesitantly.
“Potato, potahto.” Steve had never wanted to slap the cocky grin off someone’s face so much in his life. “Anyways, I’m sure you have a counteroffer, let’s hear it.”
“We can offer you 10% of profits from all 5 boroughs.” Fuck Barnes for making him do this, he was too goddamn blunt for negotiations.
“And?” You looked at him expectantly.
“That’s the offer.”
Your bitter laugh caught him off guard, making him frown as you clutched your sides and wheezed.
“Oh man, that is some weak shit, Rogers. I know you boys have a stingy reputation but damn.” You stood up and started moving to the bar to pour yourself a drink.
“I’ve completely revamped production, opened you up to new markets, but sure, 10%.”
“It’s more than any other lieutenants’ cut.” He hated this so much, if you hadn’t developed such a goddamn foothold they would’ve just killed you and taken over. But Bucky wanted to be diplomatic.
“I’m doing five times the work of the other lieutenants. How much product are those dinosaurs pushing?” You waved him off before he could reply. “Still sticking to fucking Wall Street like it’s the fucking eighties. And have any of them moved a significant amount of the new shit from Miami?”
“She’s got a point, Stevie.” Oh, now he fucking talks.
“You should’ve knocked out those old as fuck lieutenants when you took over. I dunno why you fucking didn’t.” You tossed back the gin you had poured yourself with a hiss.
“You realize how fucking easy it would be for someone to take over the other boroughs from those fat cats? What the fuck do you think I was doing in Manhattan?”
“Oh shit, I know that look.” Bucky placed a placating hand on Steve’s chest as the blonde snarled wordlessly. “Let’s just relax, we’re all friends here.”
“Right, friends.” You beamed at Steve, leaning your elbows on the bar and winking at him. “I’m giving you boys a damn gift. I’ll give you a minute to talk things over, then be back so we can toast our new partnership.”
Steve rounded on Bucky once you closed the door behind you, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows before running his hands through his hair in frustration.
“I’m not fucking doing this, Barnes.” He took a couple of deep breaths. “This bitch thinks she can fucking threaten us?”
“She’s got us bent over the table here, Stevie. We should’ve considered how easy it would be for new blood to move in when we kept those pushovers around.” Bucky gulped down the rest of his bourbon in one shot.
“And you saw her fucking numbers. If we can bump up distribution in the other boroughs to match what she’s doing here, we’re gonna get stupid rich.”
“I don’t like it.” Steve was practically pouting, his arms crossed over his chest as he scowled.
“I know ya don’t, punk. That’s why I’m the negotiator.” There was that goddamn smirk again.
“Oh, really?” Steve rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should actually negotiate then instead of eye fucking her.”
“Jesus, I can’t help it man. All that fucking leather?” The man looked like he was about to come in his pants. “Think she’ll spit in my mouth if I ask her real nice?”
“You’re such a fucking freak, Barnes.” Steve stood up and stretched before moving to pour more liquor. “What concessions can we make?”
“At least I’m not an uptight bore.” Bucky said good naturedly, holding out his glass for Steve to fill it. “She’s basically running Queens on her own anyway, if we bump up her original offer of 50% ownership to 60%, I think I can talk her down to 15% from the other boroughs and 2% of any outside deals.”
“And rights to consultation?”
“I mean, I don’t think there’s any way out of that one if we’re basically making her our number three.”
“Right.” Steve moved to the door and popped his head out, motioning for Janie to bring you back.
You sauntered back in with that damn cocky grin still splitting your face, grabbing yourself a cigar from the coffee table and snipping the end off before clutching it between your teeth as you searched for your lighter.
“So? What’re we thinking, fellas?” Bucky stood up and offered you his lighter, beaming as he watched you wrap your lips around the stogie and take a few puffs.
“We’re willing to offer a 60% stake in the Queens market since you’ve made such significant progress here in such a short time.” Barnes was doing his best to stay focused on the task at hand as he watched you blow rings of smoke towards the ceiling, cursing his libido as he thought about your wrapping those perfect lips around his cock.
“Holy fuck! You boys trying to get me to put out on the first date?” You grinned at Bucky’s high pitched laugh, shooting a wink at Steve who still looked pretty pissed off. “And the other markets?”
“15% stake in each of the other boroughs, with the option to negotiate for an increase depending on how much growth you’re able to generate.” He swallowed thickly when you motioned for him to continue, he was seriously considering asking you to choke him. “2% for any outside deals.”
“And a seat at the fucking table.” Steve growled, rolling his eyes internally as he recognized the signs of Bucky slipping into his sub space.
“Well fuck me, now that’s an offer. Janie!” Your underling poked her head in after you screamed for her. “Bring the good champagne, sweetie, we’ve got a fucking deal!”
Bucky sighed in relief when you reached out and shook his hand, trying his absolute best to stop himself from pulling you closer. He really hoped this wasn’t going to be a problem going forward.
Steve relaxed when you gripped his hand firmly, finally letting himself appreciate the potential for how much fucking money you were going to make them. And even though he didn’t share Barnes’ leather fetish, that outfit of yours was starting to get to him.
Janie arrived with the champagne then, smiling warmly at the three of you as she filled three flutes and handed them out before leaving.
“To making stupid amounts of money.” You said with a grin, clinking your glasses together and downing your toast in one gulp. “You want your people or mine to work out the contract?”
“Ours.” Steve said, humming at the taste of the champagne on his tongue. You had fucking amazing taste. “Meet us tomorrow night at The Tower and we’ll make it official.”
“Sounds good!” You said, grinning as Steve herded a reluctant Bucky out the door. “Look forward you working with you gentlemen!”
Nat gave the two of them one of her damn smirks when she met them at the limo, opening the door and sliding inside before Steve shoved Bucky in.
“So how’d it go.”
“Fine.” Steve mumbled at the same time Bucky gave an enthusiastic “Great,” rolling his eyes at the man.
“I think I’m in love, Nat.” Bucky sighed happily, laughing with Romanoff when she started to chuckle. “Tell me, do you think, if I asked real fucking sweet, Y/N would sit on my face until I passed out?”
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The Tower was packed, writhing, sweaty bodies pressed together on the dance floor while Steve and Bucky watched from the roped off lounge.
They had arrived 30 minutes early, wanting to make sure the crew was all set up on the off chance things went sideways. Now they just had to wait for you to show up and make your new partnership official. Bucky looked way too excited, Steve had to cut him off when he started doing lines on the ride over so he didn’t turn into a hyperactive toddler.
“Steve, Steve, what d’you think she’s gonna be wearing?” He was bouncing on his knees on the couch like a moron. “God, I hope it’s those fucking boots.”
“You’re too fucking high, Barnes.” Steve loved the guy but he had no self control. “Chug some bourbon and try to equal out.”
The man giggled as he poured himself a drink and downed it in one shot, taking a deep breath and giving Steve a thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes at him and did a small bump from his ring, leaning against one of the brick columns and waiting.
“She just pulled up boys.” Clint told them as he walked back into the lounge. “Nat’s showing her back.”
Bucky grinned at Steve and he couldn’t help but return it, he couldn’t deny there was something about you that made him feel like an animal.
“Oh fuck, Stevie.” Bucky was whining now, and Steve turned to follow his line of sight.
“Shit.”
You looked amazing, wearing some little black mesh thing that barely counted as a dress, the outline of your bra and panties clearly visible through the thin fabric. Steve hadn’t been able to see yesterday when you were wearing your jacket but your shoulders and arms were completely covered in a myriad of tattoos, bright colors and bold lines swirling over your skin and disappearing under the back of your dress. And you were wearing those fucking boots.
“Hey there, fellas!” You beamed at the two of them as you prowled towards where they were waiting, loving the way their eyes were raking over you. When Nat has told you about their kinks you had no idea it would pay off so well. “Let’s sign some shit then fucking party.”
Steve motioned for Sam to bring the contracts the lawyers had drawn up, ignoring his shit eating grin as he fought to rip his eyes away from you. You sat down on one of the plush couches and took the documents from, making him groan when you adjusted your skirt and he caught a peek of more ink running over your thighs.
“Everything look up to snuff doll?” Bucky almost lost it when you extended your legs to rest your heels on the coffee table, your skirt climbing towards your hips.
“Yeah, baby it looks great.” You winked at him and he grinned, whining when you ran your tongue over your bottom lip. What a fucking sub.
Steve couldn’t even get frustrated with him. His eyes were trained on your legs and when you shifted them he hissed at the sight of something dark and beautiful tracing over your inner thigh. He wanted to find every swirl of ink that covered your body and trace it with his tongue.
“Alright boys, this all checks out.” You grinned at their moans when you took your feet off the table and leaned forward to sign the papers. “What d’you say you boys sign and then we get fucked up?”
“God, you’re speaking my language doll.” Bucky leaned forward and signed with a grin before turning to yell at Clint. “Hey Barton! Get us some shots!”
Steve shook his head as he put his signature to paper, rolling his eyes when Clint came back with a tray full of flaming shots of tequila.
“C’mon Rogers, loosen up!” You grabbed a shot and tossed it back, Bucky giving you an appreciative whoop. “Do a shot and I’ll let you see that tattoo you’ve been trying to catch a peek at all night.”
Bucky howled with laughter as Steve lunged forward to grab a shot, wrapping his lips around the glass and downing it with no hands as you clapped gleefully.
“She’s got you fucking pegged, Stevie.” Bucky grinned at Steve as he moved to grab a shot of his own and chugged it.
“Shut up, Bucky.” Steve growled, standing up and moving to sit next to you on your couch. “Let’s fucking see it, sweetheart.”
You grabbed one more shot and threw it back, beaming between the two of them as you propped your foot on the table and dragged your skirt up over your hip.
“Oh my god.” Steve purred as he scooted closer to you and reached out to trace over the pattern of ink that swirled up the inside of your leg and disappeared under the edge of your panties. “This is fucking fantastic. Who’s your artist?”
“Saundra at Squid.” You were trying not to moan as is fingers brushed over the ridges of the pattern of roses and vipers and got dangerously close to your pussy. “She’s a fucking genius.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Fuck he loved tattoos, looking at those gorgeous lines tracing over your perfect skin was doing things to him.
“Jesus Christ, I need something else.” You pulled your leg away from Steve and smirked at his groan. “You boys tried that shit from Miami yet?”
“You mean the Stormbreaker?” Steve chewed on his lip and shot a look at Bucky, who looked extremely excited at the prospect. “No, we haven’t tried the sex drug.”
“Don’t be a prude, Rogers.” You purred, leaning over to pull a baggie out of your purse. “This shit is amazing. Look at Barnes over there, he’s into it.”
“C’mon Stevie.” Bucky was whining again, moving to join the two of you on the opposite couch. “We’re celebrating.”
You grinned when Bucky rested his chin on your shoulder and pouted at Steve, the two of you giving him your best pleading looks until he rolled his eyes and nodded.
Barnes beamed at you as you pulled out a tab and placed it on your tongue, turning so he could press his own against yours and swallow the drug with a low moan.
Steve bit his lip when you pulled out another tab, reaching out to cup your jaw as you placed it on your tongue. He pressed his lips to yours and curled his tongue around your own, drawing the tab into his mouth and swallowing thickly before pulling back again.
“Fuck me.” Steve hissed, leaning back on the couch with a heavy sigh as warmth started to spread slowly through his veins.
“Yeah, shit.” Bucky already felt like he was about to come, his cock growing hard as he nuzzled into your neck.
“What a couple of lightweights.” You smirked wickedly at the two of them as you swallowed your own dose. “Let’s dance boys.”
The two of them moaned as they stood up to follow after you, their limbs heavy as they adjusted to the effects of the drugs. Clint and Sam moved with you three, staring down any assholes who tried to approach.
You carved out a little circle for yourselves, Steve pressing himself against your back and Bucky leaning into your chest as he slotted a knee between your thighs. The bass pumped in time with your pulses as you started moving, your hips rolling with each other’s while you lost yourself in your drug fueled haze.
Everything felt so fucking warm, your skin buzzing with electricity as they started running their hands all over your body. You whined when Steve brought a massive hand up to cup your chin, turning your head so he could trace the curve of your lips with his tongue. Bucky buried his face in your neck and started to mouth at your pulse while his fingers dug into your hips.
“This shit is fucking amazing.” Bucky growled against your throat, grinding his cock into your hip. “Christ, I can fucking smell how wet you are.”
He shoved his leg further between yours until his thigh was right against your pussy, making you moan into Steve’s mouth. You reached one hand over your shoulder to grip his hair, keeping his face pressed to yours as your other hand dipped under the collar of Bucky’s shirt so you could skim your fingers over his chest.
Steve moved his free hand to squeeze your breast and you arched into him with a gasp, your cunt throbbing with need over Bucky’s thigh as arousal leaked out of you and soaked your panties. The three of you couldn’t even hear the music anymore, your blood rushing in your ears as the two men ground their cocks against you rhythmlessly.
“Fuck, Stevie, I wanna kiss her, please?” Bucky was panting with need into your neck, his torso pressed tightly to yours as he writhed against you.
You felt Steve grin against your lips at the pleading in his voice, whining softly when he pulled away to look at Bucky over your shoulder.
“I dunno, Buck, she tastes so fucking good I almost don’t want to share.” His grin got even wider when Bucky whimpered. “What d’you think, sweetheart?”
“Aww, I think he deserves a little reward, Stevie.” You beamed at Steve before turning to Bucky and biting your lip. “He is such a good boy after all.”
“Shit, honey.” The two of you watched Bucky as he gasped at your praise, and you felt his cock twitching against your hip. “Oh, he fucking loves when you tell him how good he is. You go ahead and kiss her, Buck.”
You barely had a chance to prepare before Bucky was gripping your hair painfully and smashing his mouth to yours. Where Steve’s kiss had been slow and sensual, Bucky’s was all passion and desperation. His teeth tugged at your lips until you opened up for him, then he was exploring your mouth with his tongue like a madman, making sure he tasted every crevice before he curled it against yours and you could hardly breathe.
“Jesus Christ, Buck, let her take a breath.” Steve chuckled as he traced his lips over the curve of your neck, his long eyelashes brushing against your skin softly. “Ok, we need to get the fuck out of here.”
His eyes found Nat at the edge of the dance floor and he motioned for her to go get the car, you and Bucky still whining into each other’s mouths. He wrapped an arm around your waist and started to pull you after him, rolling his eyes when Bucky refused to detach from you.
“Barnes, enough.” He snarled, giving the man a dangerous glare when he met his eyes. “Have some fucking self control. You’ll have plenty of time once we get back to the penthouse.”
“‘M sorry.” Bucky said meekly, pulling away from you with a sigh. “This drug is fucking intense. Just got a little carried away.”
“Aww, that’s ok, baby.” You purred, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek while you leaned into Steve’s shoulder, the three of you slowly moving towards the exit. “I love it when you get all excited.”
Buck grinned at you as you started running your thumb over his bottom lip, moaning when you tugged his mouth open so you could stick it inside. Steve just shook his head at the two of you, chuckling when Barnes wrapped his lips around your thumb and started sucking.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve already got him on a leash, sweetheart.” Steve said affectionately, flicking his tongue out to trace the shell of your ear as he shoved open the door to outside. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him get whipped this fast for any other bitch. Slutty, sure.”
You laughed when Bucky started pouting, his tongue still swirling around your thumb.
“Yeah, it’s the fucking boots.”
Steve tossed his head back with glee at that, howling with laughter as he detached from you to open the back door to the limo. Bucky slid in first, whining softly when you pulled your thumb out of his mouth with a pop before shoving him inside. You climbed in after him, Steve following you and slamming the door closed.
Bucky called instructions to the driver before rolling the divider up, the three of you settling in as the limo started moving. The Stormbreaker was still coursing heavy through your veins, all three of you breathing deeply as you felt like electricity was traveling over your skin in jolts before settling between your legs.
“Alright, fuck this, ‘m not waiting.” Steve growled, moving swiftly to kneel in front of you. “Buck, play with her tits while I eat her out, you can kiss her as much as you want.”
“Yes sir.” Bucky moaned as he scooted closer to you, his hands skimming up your torso to palm your breasts as he pressed his lips to yours.
You groaned into Bucky’s mouth when Steve ripped your skirt up to gather around your waist, nipping at the ink that ran over the insides of your thighs before pressing his nose to your clothed mound and inhaling deeply.
“Shit, you smell so fucking good.” He purred as he shoved his fingers under the sides of your panties and dragged them down your legs, biting his lip once you were bare and spread open in front of him. “Fuck that’s a pretty little pussy.”
Bucky’s tongue was stroking yours slowly, and you almost choked on it when Steve dragged his tongue over your cunt in a heavy stripe. Your hands moved up to tug on Bucky’s hair when Steve spread your lips open and flicked his tongue against your clit softly, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Steve slid his tongue inside you and curled it at the same time Bucky pulled your tits out of your bra and you almost blacked out, needing to pull away from Buck as you drew in a ragged breath.
“Oh my god.” Bucky whined when he looked down at your chest, his thumbs brushing over the bars that ran through your nipples as he bit his lip. “Fuck, I really want to lick them. Can I lick them, Stevie?”
“Ask her, man, I’m fucking busy.” Steve grumbled before diving back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and shaking his head to bury himself deeper in your folds.
“Please?” He looked so goddamn pathetic and sweet, he was breaking your heart a little.
“You go right ahead, baby.” You cooed, beaming at him when his face broke out in a grin and he bent down to run his face over your breasts.
Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist as he flicked his tongue out to lave over your nipple, whining at the cool metallic taste of the bar. He really took his time, swirling his tongue over your nub until he had raised it to a sensitive peak he could wrap his lips around.
Steve was still tongue fucking you as Bucky suckled at your chest, his lips wrapped around your pussy to catch every drop of slick that leaked out of you as the sound of his lewd slurps mixed with Bucky’s whines and filled the silence in the car. You grabbed Steve’s hair with a sharp gasp when his nose brushed against your clit, arching into Bucky’s face as warm pleasure started gathering in your core.
The feeling of both of their mouths on you was starting to be too much, and when Bucky moved to suck on your other nipple at the same time Steve sucked your clit hard, you almost passed out. Every muscle in your body drew taut like a bowstring, and you started chanting their names like a prayer as you neared closer and closer to the edge.
Steve’s teeth scraped against your clit and everything snapped. He had to hold your thighs open so you wouldn’t suffocate him, grinning against you as your cum flowed into his mouth and covered his beard. Bucky hummed against your tit before pulling back to watch you come apart, groaning as your body rolled in your ecstasy and your chest heaved.
Your legs snapped closed when Steve released you, rubbing your thighs together as aftershocks still coursed through your system. He sat back on his heels and turned his focus to Bucky, beaming as the man squirmed while he watched you come down.
“Fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart.” He winked at you when you grinned at him before turning back to Bucky. “You want a taste, Buck?”
“God, please.” He nodded vigorously as he turned to face Steve.
“Alright, c’mere.”
Bucky leaned towards him, sighing when Steve reached out to cup his cheek gently. Steve tugged him forward the rest of the way and pressed his lips to his, Bucky opening up to him immediately and groaning when he tasted the salty tang of your release on Steve’s tongue.
“Oho, I fucking knew it!” You sounded giddy as you started to tuck yourself back into your dress, grinning as you watched Bucky melt into Steve’s kiss.
“Don’t fucking ruin it.” Steve growled, turning to glare at you and letting Buck rest his face in the crook of his neck.
“Sorry.” You were still smiling, but you held your hands up in a placating gesture. “I just, I knew it.”
“Good for you.” Steve rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers over the back of Bucky’s neck. “We’re home, baby.”
You heard the driver moving to open the door and checked to make sure you were fully covered, winking at Bucky when he smiled at you. He pulled back from Steve reluctantly, waiting for the two of you to step out before following after. The three of you moved together to the lobby, Steve nodding at the front desk attendant as you walked towards the penthouse elevator. Bucky grinned when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into you as you waited, casting a glance at Steve for approval before letting you press your lips to his.
“You gotta ask your daddy for permission for everything, baby boy?” You teased, tugging his lips between your teeth as he nodded. “Alright, we’ll see.”
He yelped when you shoved him into the lift once the doors opened, his face splitting into a nervous grin when you and Steve followed after. The way you two were eyeing each other made his stomach flip. All the past times he and Steve had shared a partner they’d been on equal footing. He’d never been with two doms before.
He was so fucking ready for it.
You and Steve moved to lean against the wall on either side of Bucky, grinning as you watched him panting with need. He whimpered when the two of you moved in tandem, opening his mouth for you to tangle your tongue with his as Steve sucked a bruise against his throat. The two of you seemed to know exactly what to do to turn him into a pliant mess, your hands skimming over his body and finding every spot that made him whine.
When you reached down to palm his cock he cried into your mouth, his head leaning back to thump against the wall as Steve scraped his teeth over his collarbone.
“Mmm, you are so fucking ready, aren’t you baby?” He couldn’t even answer you, he just moaned as you gave him a squeeze while you rubbed your nose over the edge of his jaw. “You wanna fuck my tight little pussy while you choke on your daddy’s cock?” You grinned when he bucked into your hand, his cock twitching under your fingers. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, Stevie.”
Steve beamed at you before moving to press his lips to Bucky’s, chuckling when he whined into his mouth. Once he was satisfied with the state he was in, he pulled away to kiss you, sliding his tongue between your lips and tangling it with yours until the elevator doors dinged open.
“You should leave those boots on, gorgeous.” He teased, heading out into the massive apartment and leaving you to guide a dazed Bucky from the lift. “Might make our boy pass out.”
You laughed at that, pulling Bucky after you and slowly removing his suit as you peppered kisses along the column of his throat. Steve was down to nothing but his slacks by the time the two of you made it to the bedroom, and you moaned at the sight of his tattoo covered, well muscled torso.
“Fuck me.” You bit your lip and shoved Bucky onto the bed, working to undo his belt as you straddled his hips. “That is some impressive ink, Rogers.”
“I know.” He purred, stepping behind you and gripping the hem of your dress to drag it over your head. “Yours is something, too. Shit.”
You grinned at him over your shoulder as he removed your bra and panties, tracing his fingers over the ridges of ink that covered your back and arms, the intricate pattern of vipers and roses curling around your ribs and connecting with the tattoos that trailed over your hips and thighs. Bucky moaned when the two of you worked together to yank his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his cock to bounce back up against his abs.
“Mmm, just look at that pretty cock.” You hummed, tracing your fingers over the thick vein that ran over the underside from root to tip as he bucked his hips into your grasp. “So thick and perfect, can’t wait to feel it stretch me open. You think his tip can hit my cervix, Stevie?”
“Yeah, our boy sometimes forgets how big he is.” Steve grinned as he watched Bucky falling apart at the praise, scraping his teeth over the curve of your shoulder. “I feel like his cock goes halfway down my throat when I suck him off.”
“Jesus, that right, baby?” Bucky just whined as he arched his back into you, his head dropping back against the mattress and his cock twitching under your hand. “I bet this thing is gonna make me squirt.”
“You should really slow down with that kinda talk sweetheart, or he’s gonna come all over himself.” Steve moved his hands down to to run over the insides of your thighs, his thumbs rubbing along your folds as you leaned against his shoulder. “And I wanna see his cum leaking out of that pretty pussy.”
“Ooh, I think he wants that too.” You wrapped your fingers around Bucky’s length and lined him up, grinning when his eyes fluttered closed as you sank down on him. “Jesus Christ.”
“Feeling ok there, sweetheart?” Steve moved his mouth to trace along ink on your shoulders, his tongue running over the ridged lines as his hands grasped your inner thighs in a bruising grip.
“Fuck, I’m feeling great.” You moaned, raising yourself up on your knees slowly and sinking back down to grind against Bucky. “As nice as this is, Stevie, we did promise our boy you’d fuck his face.”
“That’s right, we did.” He cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder and gazing at Bucky. “You still wanna swallow my cum, baby boy?”
“Fuck, yes please, daddy.” He whined, his hands reaching out to grab Steve’s forearms as arched into you. “Wanna feel your cock stretch out my throat.”
“Oh, dirty boy.” Steve purred, pressing his lips to your jaw before standing up to move to the other side of the bed as he undid his fly. “But when I’m done with that, I’m gonna fuck your ass then come all over those tattoos, gorgeous.”
You clenched around Bucky at Steve’s filthy promise, starting to bounce even faster as you fucked yourself on his cock. Steve stepped out of his pants and came to stand in front of where Bucky’s head was hanging off the bed, cupping his cheek softly and giving him a loving gaze. He slapped the head of his cock against Buck’s lips twice until he opened up for him, leaning one hand against the mattress as he slid slowly into his mouth with a low moan.
“Fuck, good boy.” He hissed, drawing himself back slowly before pushing his hips forward again, growling when he hit the back of his throat. “Always take me so good.”
Bucky brought a hand up to fondle Steve’s balls, relaxing his throat and breathing deep through his nose as his hips met his face. His lips stretched painfully around the base of his cock, tears leaking from his eyes and drool running down his cheeks as he swallowed around him.
Steve beamed at you as he started fucking Bucky’s throat, moaning as he watched your tits bounce with each drive of your hips. He moved his free hand to rest against Buck’s chest, brushing his thumb over his nipple softly as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. Bucky’s back arched beautifully when you ground against him, his free hand reaching up to grip Steve’s bicep painfully as he throbbed inside you.
“I’m so fucking close.” You murmured, bringing a hand up to palm your breast as pleasure started to pool warm in your core. “Shit, think he’s close too Stevie.”
“Yeah? You wanna come, pretty boy?” He tilted his head down to watch his hips slap against Bucky’s face, growling when he felt him moan around his cock. “Jesus, I think you better ask her, baby.”
He pulled out and knelt down to devour Bucky’s mouth with his, his chest rumbling with a low growl when he tasted the tang of his precum coating his tongue. Steve pulled back with a grin, lifting Bucky’s head so he could watch your pussy swallow his cock.
“Fuck, please can I come, mommy?” He whined, reaching out hesitantly to brush his thumb over your breast.
“Oh my god, mommy?” You grabbed his hand and brought it up so you could press your lips to his palm, nipping at the pads of his fingers as you beamed down at him. “What a fucking good boy you are. You go ahead and come for me, baby. Give mommy all that good cum.”
Bucky groaned as he arched into you, his cock twitching inside you when you clenched around him. Steve took the opportunity to slide back into Bucky’s mouth, growling when his throat constricted at the intrusion. He started fucking his face again, feeling his end draw close as he watched the two of you come apart.
It only took one more drive of Bucky’s hips, his cock punching you in the cervix and making your vision turn white. Steve caught you when you collapsed forward, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and swallowing your scream as your entire body vibrated with pleasure. Bucky felt your release squirting over his abs and he whined around Steve, his cock swelling before he was filling you with his spend.
The sight of the two of you writhing with pleasure had Steve following you, his hips slamming into Bucky’s face before stilling as he shot his cum down his throat. He groaned into your mouth as Bucky continued suckling at his softening length, his breath sawing through his chest while he came down.
“Jesus fuck. How you feeling baby?” Steve leaned back and pulled out, cupping Bucky’s cheek gently.
“So good, thank you daddy.” Bucky gasped as you sagged against his chest and started mouthing at his throat with a satisfied hum.
“Good boy. What about you sweetheart?” He started running his fist over his length as he watched you nip softly at Bucky’s jaw.
“I’m fucking great, Stevie.” You purred, smirking at him as you brought your hands up to card through Bucky’s hair. “You still planning on fucking my ass?”
“Sure am.” He teased, shoving Bucky back down against the bed when he started to move. “Nu-uh, baby. I wanna feel that big cock of yours stretching her open while I fuck that tight hole. Lube these up for me.”
Bucky opened his mouth and let Steve slide his fingers in, purring as he swirled his tongue around them while you sucked a bruise against his throat. Steve pulled his fingers out with a pop, giving Buck a reassuring pat on the cheek before he moved to stand behind you.
He dug his fingers into your cheeks and spread them apart, moaning when he got a look at your pretty hole. Bucky was still sheathed to the hilt in your cunt, and he groaned into your mouth when Steve moved one of his hands to cup his balls.
You clenched around Bucky when Steve slid a finger inside you, resting your forehead against his and biting his lips as he started to stretch you open.
“Oh my god.” You moaned when Steve slipped in a second finger, arching your back into Bucky as you peeked at him over your shoulder. “Need more Stevie.”
“Yeah? You want me to stuff your ass with my cock?” He beamed at you when you nodded at him, shoving a third finger into you. “You better ask me like a good little slut.”
“Oh, fuck you!” You snarled at him and rolled your eyes. “Don’t you try to dom me, Rogers. I may be a slut, but you’re not my daddy.”
Steve chuckled darkly before removing his fingers and slamming his cock into you, bottoming out immediately and grinning at your wanton cry.
“Fuck, I can feel that fat cock of yours, Buck.” Steve growled, his hips slapping against your ass as he rutted into you like an animal. “Can’t believe you’re taking both of us so good, gorgeous.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking peach.” You muttered, turning your face back to Bucky and shoving your tongue down his throat.
“You can move your hips, pretty boy.” Steve purred, his fingers tracing the lines of ink that swirled over your back. “Fuck your cum into that pretty pussy.”
You choked when Bucky started moving, the rhythm of his thrusts complementing Steve’s perfectly until you were fluttering around the both of them.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t you fucking stop.” You hissed into Bucky’s mouth, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth until he was moaning for you. “You close too, baby?”
“Yes, shit.” He whined against your lips, his rhythm becoming erratic as he started twitching. “Wanna come in that pussy again.”
“God, you’re just fucking precious.” You cooed, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw. “Open your mouth for mommy.”
Bucky did as you asked, sighing as you ran your thumb along his chin. You grinned at him and spat in his mouth, swallowing his moan immediately when you smashed your lips to his and swirling your saliva all over his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Steve hissed when he felt both of you come at the same time, Bucky’s cock throbbing as he filled you with his cum while you spasmed wildly around them.
He pulled out when you sagged against Bucky’s chest with a sigh, jerking his fist over his length until her was painting your back with thick ropes of his spend. You moaned when he started rubbing his fingers over your tattoo, massaging his cum into your skin as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“Well, I think we could all use a bath.” You hummed, rolling off of Bucky and grinning when he slid out of you with a lewd squelch. “Hate trying to sleep with cum all over me. What d’you think, Stevie?”
“I think we wore our boy out.” He drew you to your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist before pressing his lips to your hair. “You still with us, Buck?”
“Yeah Stevie.” Bucky grinned as he sat up, stretching his whole body. “Bath sounds fucking amazing.”
You grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you and Steve, nuzzling into his neck as he sighed happily.
“So, do we need to add regular threesomes to the contract, boys?” You hummed as the three of you started to head to the bathroom, leaning against Bucky as he pressed himself into your back and cupped your breasts. “Because I’m definitely gonna need this to happen again.”