Polyamorous

Let me make it up to you

Time does not heal wounds it simply lets them scab over. When it finally heals there is a scar that one must learn to love or accept because they'll never go away. Wounds are not always physical but still even though those inner wounds turn to scars and take time to heal. Time never heals wounds but create scars.

Over time (y/n) calmed down and set back into her daily routine but things weren't the same. She smiled less she was talking less avoiding people. Everyone noticed how she was very cautious of her female co-workers. She just wasn't the same anymore and everyone noticed it but no one more than Steve and Bucky.

She was quieter talked to them less. She didn't touch them anymore nor did she let them touch her. She basically cut, what she thought was, any and every unnecessary contact with them. They were over there and she was over her just like that.

At first, they were okay with it knowing she'd need time to heal and process what had happened. After a while, they figure she was taking her time and that they would get back into the routine soon enough or create a new routine. When that didn't happen they started to wonder how bad did this incident really affect her if she as going to make the first move or was she waiting for one of them to make the first move. They didn't know for sure and decided to try something small brushing pass her, small hand squeezes, smiles anything to get her to open up to them even if only temporally. But she rejected anything and everything they offered her.

"what do we do?" Steve would ask as he and Bucky would cuddle up on the couch together and (y/n) already asleep in their bedroom and Bucky would say " we wait a little longer". But Steve couldn't wait any longer.

Bucky was away on a mission and wasn't suppose to be back until late tonight or early the next morning it was just Steve and (y/n). Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed while (y/n) was getting ready for bed. He watched as she tossed on her sweatpants and a tank top, she no longer wore their clothes.

"(y/n)?"

"what is it Steve?" not Stevie, not Cap, Stevie bear, Mr. Rogers, just Steve.

"please talk to me"

"I am talking to you. What do you want to talk about?"

"no, no, not like this" Steve said as he stopped her from crawling into bed " actually talk to me. And if you can't do that then at least let me hold you" he hugged her waist.

"Steve"

"please. I don't know what to do anymore"

(y/n) looked down at Steve who was clinging to her waist basically begging for her attention. Begging for the attention she had been depriving him for several weeks now. It was not like she didn't want to give either of them attention she was just so anger her emotions were all over the place and she was afraid she'd take it all out on them. She didn't want to hurt either of them she didn't want to drive either of them away but it appeared that that was what she was doing even though she was trying not to. She sighed as she hugged Steve close. She fucked up.

(y/n) pulled away from him and kissed him rough " I'm sorry" she whispered against his lips pushing him back into the bed " I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you". She took off all her clothes and crawled on top of him she buckled his pants as he laid underneath her.

"(y/n)"

"let me make it up to you" she wrapped her hand around his cock giving it a few tugs and he was instantly hard and moaning. Steve took off his shirt and grabbed her hips

"(y/n) just-" she kissed him to shut him up as she slowly slipped down on his cock he groaned into her lips. She gripped both his hands and pinned them above his head as she road him roughly. She had never been this rough before this was new and Steve was just letting her have it he moaned and groaned as he closed his eyes enjoying his pleasure entirely just consumed it. The pleasure of her taking control.

He was so overwhelmed with pleasure he didn't even notice until he felt something dripping on his face. He opened his eyes to see (y/n) above him crying and he knew for sure they weren't tears of pleasure. Steve slipped one of his hands out of her grasp and brought it to her face. " I love you" she whispered as she felt his hand on her cheek " I love you, I love you, I love you"

"I love you too I swear I do" he pulled her down and whispered against her lips.

Honestly, Steve wasn't a verbally affectionate person he never was but Bucky, Bucky if he felt like it could pour his entire heart out to you like Shakespeare with nothing but words and make you fall in love with him instantly but he could also destroy someone with a single sentence. Steve showed his love by hugging and holding he cooked and cleaned the most basic and domestic things were how he showed his love.

At this moment he didn't know what to say to her so instead of talking he pulled her closer and made slow fine love with her.

-

It was 4 in the morning when Bucky finally returned. He tried to be as quiet as possible he thought everyone was asleep. As he opened the door to their bedroom he knew not everyone was asleep. There sat (y/n) she saw sitting on the edge of the bed naked looking out the window t the night sky. Steve was laying not far from her in a blissful slumber.

"what are you doing?" Bucky whispered softly as to not wake Steve. He slowly unstrapped his weapons pulling the leather from his skin. "why are you still up?"

"couldn't sleep" she whispered looking back at Steve.

"Usually sex puts you right to bed. Did he not do it right this time?" he asked with a smirk. He put it all together rather quickly they were both naked, Steve sleeping more peacefully than usual, the bite marks on her naked back, the faint sleep of sex in the air. He grinned as he saw the blush dust her cheeks but quickly fainted. "what's wrong?"

(y/n) didn't say anything she let the sheet drop from her body as she crawled to the end of the bed and stood on her knees she put her hands around his neck she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss but he stopped her putting a hand over her mouth. She opened her eyes all the playfulness in his eyes were long gone.

"what are you doing?" he said sternly

Bucky was not Steve he was not gullible he was not easy he would not be melted by simply touches he demanded answers. Steve was patient and physical while Bucky was demanding and verbal. Unlike Steve, he demanded mind over body. He cherished words. Written and spoken. Bucky was a verbal artist with simple words he could talk someone into falling in love with him with a simple sentence he could break one's heart.

"I'm trying to make it up to you," she said shyly letting her arms fall from around his neck picking up the sheet to drape over her body once again.

"why? what is there to make up"

"I haven't been nice. I have been distant and neglecting you both lately" she said looking down fiddling with the blanket wrapped around her.

"why?" Bucky asked as he squatted in front of her he gently to her chin and forced her to look at him. It looked at is he was treating her like a child scouting her but it was getting her to talk. Like Bucky (y/n) needed Verbal support more than physical she needed to talk things through as he needed to write things right in order to finally accept and understand things. While Steve took hugs and kisses Bucky took works and love notes and (Y/n) was a mixture of both she needed hugs and sweet whispers.

"I just....." she looked down at her hands again. Bucky sighed picking up her bathrobe he wrapped her up and pulled her into the living room away from sleeping Steve to continue their serious conversation. Once they were settled on the couch he pulled her close gently brushing her check

"tell me, please" he whispered

"When I first saw her I was so happy I was just thinking of us back together and how much she cared for me and how perfect we were going to be since we were back together .... I forgot about you and Steve. But then she... she wasn't happy to see me like before she wasn't rushing to me like before she was so desperate to leave... I killed her " she looked down at her hands. Bucky took her right and gave it a gentle kiss " then I came home and started to think about all the times I thought she loved me and it turned into looking back to all the times she hurt me. I cried that night and you both told me you love me... I'm still angry, I'm still sad and scared and confused and I don't want to hurt either of you so created a distance until I figured things out but I couldn't figure things out and-and-and... I'm so sorry" she cried silently as she whispers Bucky slowly wiped her tears away as she ended her rant.

"you have no reason to be sorry, baby girl. You were trying to help yourself while keeping us safe, it's okay".

"can you hug me," she asked him and he did

"can you hold me" he wouldn't let her go

"tighter please" he squeezed her desperate to hold her together. She looked up at him " can you kiss me please".

And he did at first it was a soft gentle kiss both quickly changed becoming rougher more heated his hands started to move further down gripping her ass and pulling her closer. He pulled her into his lap she gasped as she felt his already raging hard-on. He pulled off his shirt she bites her lip as she grinded on to him as his lips moved from hers to her neck. It was then that he found the spot that made her utter the magical words.

"Oh, daddy"

They both stopped moving. (y/n) covered her mouth in horror as she realized what she said. It had always played on her tongue but she never spoke it in fear of his reaction. And Here she had his reaction.

"I'm sorry"

"why?" Bucky asked. Unlike Steve, These two were unaware and still rediscovering their kinky past. " I liked it."

(y/n) leaned back to look him in the eye. "really?" he gripped her hips and gave her a gentle kiss "yeah, you feel that you've got me so hard it hurts. Now tell daddy how good you feel, tell daddy".

"daddy feels so good." she moaned as he started to grinded her down against him gripping her hips close. He could already tell by the face she was making and biting her lips that she was close to cumming but he was not going to let that happen so soon. She whimpered and whined as he pulled away lifting her off his lap she tried to move down get some more friction.

"Please, please" she begged desperately for release.

"oh did you really think that you were going to get what you wanted. You said you wanted to make it up to me. And sure enough did leave me hanging for a long time I was so worried .... I think you need to be punished for making me worry. " he pulled off her robe "Over the Knee. Now".

(y/n) did as she was told instantly putting herself over his knee the thought of this punishment actually aroused her. It probably shouldn't have but it just felt natural with Bucky like she had been here before and it was okay it was safe. He was safe. He wouldn't hurt her.

"well aren't you eager... Whenever you want to stop just say so we stop instantly"

"yes daddy"

"no this is Bucky this is James tell me you understand"

she looked up to him "I understand"

"good" he gently rubbed her butt before giving her smack " wouldn't want to hurt my baby if she didn't want it" she whimpered as he gave her a few more slaps. He rubbed her ass slowly rubbing over her slit feeling the wetness that had gathered and was dripping she whined as she tried to push back into her hand. " Count" he whispered as he rubbed and gave her ass a squeeze. She Cried out as the first slap came down as she pulled back a little "count?"

"one"

Another slap this time she pushed back into it "two" she moaned

"louder baby"

Another slap followed by a squeeze " Three"

"louder"

Another closer to her clit " Four" she raised her voice as high as she thought she could without waking Steve. He was still in her mind. He twisted his hand into her hair and pulled her head back leaning down in her ear he growled "Louder"

This one echoed off the wall as she screamed " FIVE" as she came on his hand just like that. She was trembling bend over his knee. He moved her over to sit in his lap she laid on his chest as she slowly calmed down. " I'm sorry, daddy"

"Not yet"