Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Fifty

Steve held you against the wall in his embrace for a few moments as the two of you came down from your high. When he finally released you to stand on your own, your thighs shook a bit.

Steve stepped back, pulling you directly under the spray of water. Bucky came up to your back, his hands guiding your head to tip, your eyes watching the rainfall shower head as he worked shampoo into your hair, massaging at your scalp.

Steve came back to your front, a washcloth in hand that he ran over your shoulders and down your body. He washed every inch of you as Bucky took care of your hair, even conditioning the ends. When Steve ran that cloth up the inside of your thighs, you widened your stance and he took his time getting between your folds with a gentle massage, the feeling sending little twitches through your body.

Steve brought the washcloth around to the cleft of your ass and you let out a small yelp when he got right up in there, putting an end to your need to feel clean. He bit down on your shoulder, taking his time until you relaxed against the foreign feeling.

He discarded the washcloth into the pile of Bucky's wet clothes and captured your mouth in a loving kiss. Steve's chest pressed against your front, Bucky's pressed against your back and you had a moment of anxiety at the hands on your body. You swallowed it down and, to your surprise, it left easily as if it had never been there in the first place.

They led you from the shower, Steve turning the water off as Bucky took his time running a towel over your body, getting every last drop of water before moving to dry himself with the same towel. Steve got his own, doing a similar rub down. Neither of their eyes left yours the entire time. Your body shivered from the chill of your nakedness mixed with the heat of their stares.

Bucky dropped his towel to the floor, earning him a glare from Steve who moved to grab it and hang it up on the hooks with his own. You giggled as Bucky scooped you up and took you to the bedroom.

He laid you down gently on the bed, his body coming over top of yours as he kissed you like your lives depended on it. When he finally let you come up for air, you noticed Steve standing next to the bed, two objects in his hands. He held the plugs up to you. One was doable, the other....

"Umm."

Steve grinned. "It's less than what either of us are packing. You will take it."

"Ahhh-"

"We'll go slow." Steve moved to the bedside table, and you watched with wide eyes as he pulled out a tube of lube.

Bucky's mouth once again connected with your own, distracting you from Steve's movements. Though you were still overly aware of the bed dipping when he joined you.

Bucky knelt back, making room for Steve to take his place. Anxiety rolled through your system as your eyes once again drew to the plugs Steve placed by your hips.

"Relax, Sweetheart." Steve spoke softly, leaning down to pick up where Bucky had left off.

You closed your eyes into the kiss, focusing on your body and begging it to relax. You didn't need to focus for long as Steve's mouth left your lips to trail down your throat, nibbling and sucking along the way. When he got to your chest he took his time tormenting your nipples, the chill of anxiety melting away as the heat of arousal came back to the forefront.

When Steve's lips moved down your stomach, your legs spread with ease, inviting him to your core. His palms pressed down on your thighs, widening them further as he nosed up your slit, his tongue flicking out against your clit.

He fucking ate you out.

There was no better way of putting it as Steve's mouth descended on you. When your hips lifted up, his hands moved around your thighs, squeezing into your flesh to hold you down. You rode his face, unable to pinpoint any one touch. That is until his mouth moved down, licking at your rim.