request: Can we have Stucky x reader x Lance Tucker (Stucker) but now she won gold all over again and then the boys would reward her yk. Thank uuuu bestie 💓
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, foursome, oral (f receiving), nipple play
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It felt like the second you'd stepped off the podium and had some semblance of privacy, you were surrounded by your boys. Sweet praises spilling from their lips, soft kisses pressed against your skin, showering you in love and appreciation until you felt like you were floating. They took you back to Lance's room—because he was a coach, he had his own room, away from the prying eyes of your fellow competitors. Though, a part of you knew they would have had no issue taking you apart in the middle of the floor where all could see. The only reason they didn't was to avoid the questions, the criticisms, that would follow. None of you wanted that, you all just wanted to follow your desires without having to worry about anything else.
And now you were spread out on Lance's bed, Bucky's face buried between your legs, his beard leaving a delicious burn on your thighs as his fingers scissored your dripping cunt. Steve was attached to your breast, nipping and sucking on your nipple, kneading your other breast in his large, calloused hand.
Lance was at your head, tongue shoved down your throat, holding you down as you bucked up at all of the sensations surging through your body. He pulled away slowly, a trail of spit connecting the two of you. He licked his lips, looking away from you to admire the way Steve and Bucky worked your tired body. "Such a good girl for us," he breathed out. "You make us so fucking proud."
He turned away, and you whined, reaching out after him, but he wasn't gone long. He'd reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the gold medal you'd just won, taking it and pulling it over your head. It felt heavy on your chest as it laid there, but the weight didn't bother you as Lance leaned back in, whispering, "So fucking talented, and you got a nice, shiny medal to prove it. You make all of America so fucking proud, but we're the lucky ones, ya know. We're the ones that get to take good care of you and your pretty pussy."
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, letting out a near scream-like moan as Bucky sucked harshly on your clit, as if he was in total agreement with Lance. This, perhaps, was one of your favorite things about winning. Lance, for as derogatory as he could get on one of his good days, was a fucking saint whenever you won. If you thought about it too much, you'd wonder if it was because he felt like his glory was stolen when he won his gold, if it was like he was acting out what he wished someone did for him.
"And what a sweet pussy it is," Bucky groaned, coming up for air, his beard glistening with your juices. He ducked his head back down, his tongue flicking your clit, whispering almost to himself, "Wish I could spend my entire life buried in her."
"Your body fucking sings for us," Steve said, leaning up to capture your lips with his. "Like you were made for us."
"She is," Lance affirmed, his hand sneaking between your legs to rub circles on your clit as Bucky lapped at your slick folds. "Think she's close, boys. Why don't you come for us? Show us how good we make you feel."
You didn't have to be told twice, easily tumbling over the edge of the cliff into unparalleled pleasure without a second thought. Stars exploded behind your eyes, and you were half-convinced that everyone in the Olympic Village could hear the way you were screaming for your boys.
Lance leaned down, pressing an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your lips. "Get ready, princess. You're gonna get a lot more of that."
"It's what you deserve," Bucky agreed, crawling up your body to kiss you too, the taste of your arousal still fresh on his lips. "Gonna make sure you know that. Gonna make sure all you can think about is winnin' and the way we take such good care of you."
"Then when the games are over, we're gonn take you back home and keep you all to ourselves 'cause we ain't sharin' you with anyone else," Steve said.
And you, well, all you could do was keen at their words, eager and willing to be their little princess til the end of your days.
