Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Fifty One

You were having the best fucking dream.

Someone was between your legs, going at your core like they'd been trapped in the desert for fucking days and your wetness was the only liquid available to quench their thirst.

Digging your heels down, you raised your hips as your fingers grabbed at their hair, holding them to you.

Steve's chuckle snapped you out of it.

Not a dream. Definitely not a fucking dream.

This was so much fucking better.

Steve met your gaze from between your legs for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut on a drawn out moan, the sound sending pulsing vibrations up through your core and waking your sleepy mind further so that you could look past him to where his legs straddled Bucky's head.

Holy shit.

If this was how you got to wake up from now on, you would never complain about early morning runs. Then again, did you really want to do a million miles with already shaking legs?

Fucking worth it.

Steve groaned again, releasing his hold on your clit to press his forehead into your stomach as he came. "Fuck, Daaaaddy."

Out of nowhere an orgasm snapped through your system, taking you by surprise enough that you clamped your thighs around Steve, your fingers pulling his hair even tighter as you rode out the waves.

You could fucking feel his pleasure as if it were your own down the bond. Focusing on that only drew your attention to Bucky's feelings swarming in your stomach, sending your body into little aftershocks as the force of his arousal damn there mowed you down.

Steve rested his chin between your hips, grinning up at you while your body continued to writhe.

As your orgasm subsided, it left behind your own pressing need, the damn bond in your chest all but pulling you towards Bucky who had worked his way out from beneath Steve. Sitting up, you met his mouth over Steve's head in a viscous kiss that left no room for air.

His hands came up your sides, grabbing your ribs and lifting you off the bed as he fell to his back. Steve helped maneuver you so that you were straddling Bucky's chest, then the two of them were lifting you further until you were straddling Bucky's face.

Bucky attacked your heat with the same viscousness Steve had, the onslaught of feeling sent your upper body careening and you would've fallen right back off of him if Steve weren't steadying you.

Your eyes plastered to the headboard in front of you, the view nothing like what you wanted. Decision made, you lifted off Bucky for a moment, turning your body to face the other way, to face Steve, before lowering back down.

Not enough apparently.

"Fucking sit, baby." Bucky ordered up at you from between your thighs.

A laugh bubbled up your throat. "You need to be able to breathe, Daddy."

Steve's hands clasped either side of your face, his fingertips pressing indents into your cheeks, your noses brushing. "When Daddy says sit, you fucking sit."

"But-"

Bucky bit your clit, and you yelped before putting your entire body weight down on him.

"Good girl." Steve murmured before capturing your lips.

"Mmmmm." You groaned into the kiss as Bucky got to work tormenting you.

His knees came up behind Steve and Steve released your mouth to lean back, holding your gaze as he slid his hand down his chest to his still hard cock.

It was still wet from Bucky's mouth, the veins all but glistening. You licked your lips.