Sharing the load.
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Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky / Stucky x Reader
Warning/Tags: Kind of Dark Bucky Barnes, Smut, Porn with barely any plot, Stucky but not much, threesome (M/F/M), slight voyeurism, double penetration, seduction, dark vibes, sexual coercion, petnames, unprotected sex. If I'm missing any tags, I'll add them later.
Word count: ~3.5k
Summary: Bucky realizes that Steve likes you and, without realizing it, leads you to like him back, ending in you sharing him.
Author's Note: This comes from this ask. This is the first time I've written threesome, Stucky. Anyway, I hope I did it right. Thank you, anon, for trusting in me. :) Betaread by my babyyy @herejustforbuckybarnes, buy any mistake and nonsense is completely mine. This was supposed to be short, but I got carried away.
Bucky and Steve were sitting in the garden of your shared house with Bucky. It was a small house on the outskirts of townâsomething Bucky had always wished for. Having a sense of privacy and having you as free as he could.
Steve came to visit very often, not that you cared. He was the greatest visit you could ever have. He brought beers for you, something stronger for them, sometimes food, and a warm feeling of domesticity, even with him there.
He had always been there. At the end of the day, he was the one who introduced you two. He helped you two to be together, and he was always there, helping you when Bucky was feeling downâmore than usual. And you could see how much Bucky needed him even after those years.
You walked from the kitchen with their drinks and your beer in hand. Bucky patted his lap, and you sat on it immediately. They kept their conversation like nothing had happened. You were always so affectionate around each other that everyone who spent more than an hour together knew you werenât capable of being without each other.
Buckyâs metal hand rested in your bare thigh, under your dress, as per usual. While his right hand held his drink, Steve triedâreally tried not to look its way. He didnât want to be disrespectful; you had been nothing but good to him, but he couldnât resist the way you made him feel from time to time.
And this was something that happened more often than he could admit. He would daydream about your thighs straddling him, or how pretty you sounded every time you moaned as Bucky slammed against you. He couldnât even shut down that memory from the time he arrived without announcement, and you took longer to open the doorâhe noticed it immediatelyâyour reddened and swollen lips while Bucky was âin the bathroomâ.
He hated himself for it, but since he spent so much time on the run and taking care of thingsâhe hadnât even had time to have something serious⊠or something at all, to be honest.
The worst? Bucky noticed it too. He saw the way Steveâs gaze lingered longer on your thighs, and then looked away immediately.
He knew you were more on the open-minded side; he had seen how you looked at Steve once, he was helping him to move some furniture, you were almost agape looking at his broad bodyâbut you were so in love with him that your mind would never be able to think about fucking another man that wasnât him.
He couldnât even blame you for staring at him. He looked handsome with that thick beard that now bedecked his face, or that long golden hair that was brought up just to want to commit sins for it.
So, he decided to test something.
He started slowly. Every time Steve needed a stitch or to be patched up, Bucky would ask for your helpâeven if it meant that Steve needed to be shirtless.
You tried to restrain yourself from looking, just enough to clean up your friend. Your boyfriendâs best friend. But it had been so often that you just surrendered, and started to look at him longer. Enough for you to admire his clean and well-shaved pecs, but not enough for anyone to notice.
But Bucky did; he knew you were falling for it. You just needed some help to come to the realization.
You were watching a series when the bell rang. Bucky was not home, and he never left without his keys.
Through the peephole, you saw Steve standing up. Fuckinâ gear clothings. Hands on his belt, waiting probably for Bucky to open the door.
You opened it and smiled at him. He looked at you immediately, short enough to leave nothing to the imagination, a black tank top, and he was almost sure you had no bra under.
âHi, Steve. All right?â
He furrowed immediately, âYeah. Bucky told me to come. I was on a short research, but I came as soon as possible.â
âOh. Heâs probably on his way, just come in. Iâll let him know youâre already here.â
He nodded and walked in, pecking your cheek as a greeting as he passed by.
You: âHun, Stevieâs home. Where you at?â
Bucky: âRunning late. Can you entertain him?â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm not trying to do.â You thought to yourself.
âSomething to drink?â You handed him a beer, and he smiled at you.
You sat on the couch next to him. His knee bumped yours every time he shifted in his seat. He rested a hand on his knee, and his knuckles touched your bare leg slightly.
âUh⊠I should⊠I should change. Iâm sorry, I didnât expect anyone to come today.â You stuttered. You felt so nervous, and you noticed he felt the same way.
He shook his head, âNo. No. Youâre fine. I thought Bucky had told you beforehand I was coming.â
You tried to stand up fast, and as he tried to do the same, he made you trip on your own feet. Before you could fall to the floor, he held you by the waist, pulling you closer. You could feel his bulge even with all the clothing layers between you two.
He set you free as soon as he realized his growing problem was happeningâhe didnât really want to, but he knew he was being disrespectful, not only to you but, especially, to his lifelong best friend.
Before you could take a step away, the door swung open, and Bucky walked in and smiled. You didnât really notice, but that smug grin was him being proud of what he had planted in you two.
After a short briefing between the super soldiers, you were in the kitchen trying to get rid of the feeling of Steveâs bulge.
You were doing the dishes carefully, not letting yourself get lost in the memory when you felt Buckyâs metal hand traveling from your side to your breast.
âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed you today.â He mumbled on your neck, kissing it carefully.
His right hand found its way to the hem of your pajamas, sliding them down. You felt his hand now working his fly, freeing his cock while bending you over the sink.
âI missed you too, Bucky,â you cooed, holding the hand that groped your breast.
He smeared the precum leaking from his cock on your slit. Using it as the perfect lube to thrust and make himself inside.
You gasped, and he smiled.
His lips found your ear, âI saw you earlier with Steveâyou two seemed close. Should I be worried?â
Your breath hitched. The memory of his bulge tried to appear immediately.
âNo. Of course not.â You mumbledâeven when your arousal was now making you drip from your cunt.
âNo? Then why am I feeling you clenching, huh?â He thrusted faster.
âBucky, you know Iâm yours. That⊠is notâŠâ
He chuckled and took you by the neck, âOh? Really? Thatâs why you keep staring at his pecs every time I ask you kindly to patch him up.â
You clenched again, and he scoffed a laugh.
He pulled from your hair, making you look at him from behind, âYou like him, right?â
You shook your head, âNo. Iâm only yours. Just yours.â You cried out.
âIâm not saying youâre not mine. Iâm saying you like him too, am I lying?â
You swallowed, and he pulled from your hair again; you whimpered.
âNoâŠâ You finally had the guts to admit it.
âWhat would he say? Mhm?â He released your hair and moved his hand to your clit. âKnowing that my beautiful and supposed to be loyal girlfriend wants to fuck him.â
You squimered in his arms.
âShould I call him?â He spat, âAnd tell him to come and fuck some sense into you?â He was rolling his hips, pacing them fast.
âIâm so sorry, Bucky,â You whined, and he shook his head.
âDonât be sorry, Iâm not asking you for thatâŠâ He chuckled and started to pound harder. Making you reach your peak immediately.
His throbbing cock finally spurted inside you. Your chest heaved while he stroked your hair.
When the night finally cooled down, you were getting ready to go to sleep when Bucky emerged from the bathroom, you were trying not to look at him, and you still felt shy about what had been said in the heat of the moment.
âWhatâs going on?â He sat next to you and started to rub your thigh.
âI⊠didnât mean it, Bucky.â
He furrowed, âWhat?â
âWhat I said while we were in the kitchenâŠâ He scoffed.
âSweetheart, I know you did mean it. Iâve seen you two, I know you two are just⊠holding by a string.â
You gazed down.
âI⊠am sorry⊠I can move out if you need it⊠I donât mean to interfere in your friendshipââ
He cooed your name and squeezed your thigh, âI like it.â
You stopped at his words, âHuh?â
âNot like that⊠I just⊠I wouldnât⊠mind.â
You gasped, âBuckyâŠâ
âLook at me.â You lifted your eyes to meet his. âDo you want to try something with him?â
You were looking at him agape.
âI love him⊠and I love youâmaybe in a more similar way than I thought. And if⊠thatâs something you two would like to try⊠I can deal with it.â
âNo, Bucky⊠I wouldnât do something to hurt youâŠâ
âBut you wouldnât hurt meâIâd love to see you two happy.â He stroked your cheek and smiled at you, âOf course⊠only if you want to.â
You knitted your eyebrows, âAnd what if he doesnât want to?â
He chuckled, âWho wouldnât want to have you? Look at you⊠Besides, I know him. I know when he likes someone.â
You pursed your lips.
âIâm not asking you to do anything. Iâm telling you that I wouldnât mind if you wanted to do something like that⊠with Steve.â
Yet again, Steve was sitting in your living room, and you were pouring their drinks. Bucky had prepared you for the night. A short dress that Bucky apparently realized Steve liked more than others. You had been drinking slightly more than on other nights you three had shared. You were trying to pour some liquid courage, even after years, you still got nervous from time to time when you were having intimacy with Bucky, but now? He was now accepting that you tried to take a step forward with Steve.
You walked to both men; this time, Bucky was sitting next to Steve, and when you tried to take your usual spot on the couch in front of them, Bucky stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.
You knew that was your signal.
You sat next to Steve, and he shifted in his seat, trying not to look at your legs spread open.
âItâs your drink fine, Steve?â
He nodded, âAlways great.â
You noticed that a drop of drink fell from the corner of his lip. You leaned over him, your hand rested on his knee, and with your index finger, cleaned up the drink and sucked on it, looking directly into his eyes.
Steve gulped, trying to look away, but he didnât distance himself from you.
The alcohol in your system helped you to be bolder. So you crawled until you were almost straddling him. He felt different from Bucky.
Somehow, his skin was smoother, and he was less broad than Bucky, but somehow you felt a kind of familiarity. He felt as warm as Bucky.
His free hand gripped the couch while the hand holding the drink was almost shattering it.
You scoffed a laugh, you took the glass and bracketed his cheeks, making his lips part. You poured the liquid down his throat. He gulped all the liquid and looked at you worriedly.
He murmured your name, âBucky could come⊠he could see us.â
You leaned closer and licked his lips, savouring every drop of his drink.
âI think he would be happy to know we are finally connecting.â
Your lips finally touched, and without thinking much, his hands gripped your waist, making you grind against the firmness of his pants.
His hand fell to his back, and you smiled at the sight.
âDo you like it, Steve?â He nodded; the fervor in his chest was almost unbearable.
When he tilted his head and opened his eyes, Bucky was sitting on the couch in front of you two. His hand caressed his hard cock, still covered by his jeans. Steve tried to move, but you chuckled at his reaction.
âPlease, donât stop on my count. Iâm just⊠some public.â
âI told you, Stevieâheâs happy about seeing us having a stronger relationship.â
âOr, do you need some help?â Bucky unzipped his jeans and finally left his quivering cock sprung free.
Bucky stood up in front of you two. He yanked you by the hair and made you face him just to kiss him again.
Steve could taste the beer in your tongue mixed with the drink you had previously poured in his mouth.
Steveâs hands traveled enough to find the hem of your dress and lifted it. Just there, Steve noticed you were completely naked under the dress.
âDear lord.â
âIsnât she pretty?â Bucky cooed, stroking your hair. Steve just nodded, appreciating your breasts.
âShe likes it when you lick them. Be our guest.â
Steveâs hand groped one breast while he kissed the other nipple. Bucky lifted you and knelt at the edge of the couch. Steve was still latched to your breast when Bucky started to unzip Steveâs jeans.
Bucky jerked his cock enough to make it closer to your bare cunt.
âLook at him, honey. Heâs already leaking just by seeing you.â Steve flushed at Buckyâs touch.
He didnât even flinchâhe was enjoying the sight of you atop of him while he had Buckyâs hand in his cock.
âCâmon, honey. Donât make him wait.â
You looked at him, and he nodded eagerly. You sank on his cock, feeling that burning stretching that you were already used to feeling with Bucky. But Steveâs was somehow different. As big as Buckyâs, as thick as his⊠but somehow, kind of different.
He jerked you on his cock slowly, while Bucky was slowly stroking himself. You were trying to focus only on Steve, even when your loving boyfriend was behind you, jerking with the sight of you being fucked by his best friend.
The living room was filled with Buckyâs moans and the sound of skin on skin.
Buckye pushed you into Steveâs chest, exposing your bare ass.
âYou ready, sweetheart?â He croaked, and you nodded.
One hand held his cock to line himself in your ass. While the free one steadied himself on Steveâs arm.
He pushed slowly, and Steve slowed his ministration to let Bucky slide in. When he finally thrust inside, he locked eyes with Steve, both men nodded, and they both started to pound in tandem.
Your head fell on Steveâs shoulder, and you were babbling nonsense. Your whole body was numb from the feeling of both warm bodies. Steve pushed himself to lean closer to your side. Bucky was still pounding when he finally noticed Steve. He leaned closer.
His lips finally crashed onto each other, and you were perplexed at the sight.
Your boyfriend had never expressed such feelings towards other men⊠and somehow it felt⊠natural for both of them to find each otherâs lips. But you were almost intoxicated by the tangy smell of both men crowding you.
They both looked at you. Steve kissed you again while Bucky was still holding Steveâs arm.
âI need more,â you mumbled. Bucky chuckled.
âYou heard her, she needs more.â
Steve nodded and gripped your hip, jerking you faster. The feeling of both cocks stretching you open got you almost numbâyou werenât even thinking straight when Steve started to cry something out.
âI need to pull out,â he pleaded.
âNo need. Do it inside. She loves to be pumped full.â He yanked you by the hair and made you look at him. âDonât be disrespectful, sweetheart. Look at him while he fills you up.â
You looked at him through teary eyes and a tired smile. âPlease.â You whimpered.
Steve couldnât resist anymore and started to spurt his seed inside youâropes and ropes of warm sperm, and thatâs when you learned⊠the amount of sperm did come from the serum, but before you could say anything else, Bucky pushed you flush on Steveâs chest and slid in your cunt. You hadnât even come when he was now thrusting, you were pounding on Steveâs chest while he hugged with both arms to give Bucky enough space. You finally reached your climax and tried to find Steveâs mouth to muffle your moans.
Now was Buckyâs turn to fill you with his ropes of warm seed. His cock was now completely covered in both cums. His and Steveâs. And you were limp. You couldnât even think clearly; you just knew that both of your favorite men had fucked your thoughts out of your mind.
When the moment finally cooled down, Bucky looked at the mess you were at the moment.
âHow are you doing, sweetheart?â Bucky kissed your temple, and Steveâs hand was still on your back.
âSo so good.â
âAnd you?â Bucky caressed Steveâs cheek.
He nodded, still speechless.
âWhat was this?â
âI think something we all needed and wanted a long time ago.â
He chuckled.
âNot that I donât love to be squashed between my two favorite guys in my life, but Iâm sure Iâm dripping⊠and I donât want to mess the couch.â You said, still limp on Steve.
Both hurried to stand up, and Steve held you tight and looked at Bucky.
âTake her to the bathroom, she loves a bath after sex⊠Iâll⊠clean this up, and Iâll be right at you in a minute.â
Still in his arms, Steve leaned over the bath, turning the water on. His hand held you from your thighs while you straddled him, trying not to rub your already sensitive cunt on anything. Steve placed you in the bath while the warm water fell on your body.
âHow do you feel?â He mumbled, kneeling in front of the bath.
âSore.â
He scoffed, âIâm sorry⊠I can even notice some bruises on your hips.â
âI think we all got carried away.â You chuckled.
Bucky walked in and knelt next to him, leaning over the edge of the bath. He handed you some pills and water.
âTake this, youâll need it.â You nodded and gulped the pills with the water.
âDo you need a minute?â He asked, looking at you. You shook your head, ââMkay. Weâll stay then.â
The bath was relaxing. The two men just stared at you as if you were the most beautiful thing; neither of them tried to touch you, they were just there keeping you company.
When you announced you were ready, Bucky hurried to lift you from the bath and brough you to your shared bedroom.
Steve helped him to wipe out all the water running down your sensitive skin, and then made you lie down in the bed. You were already dozing off when Bucky tucked you under a blanket.
âLet her have some sleep,â Bucky murmured to Steve. âShe tends to get sleepy just with me⊠I donât know how she feels now that she has had not one but two⊠rounds.â
First, Bucky pecked your lips. âI love you, sweetheart.â You smiled, almost falling asleep.
Steve was already heading to the door when Bucky coughed.
âSheâs waiting,â Bucky said, looking at him. Steve turned around, confused.
âPlease,â you mumbled.
âOh⊠Oh.â Steve walked back and leaned over you. He was about to kiss your cheek when you bracketed his cheeks, kissing his lips. âTake some restâŠâ
They left your bedroom, and you finally got the time to repeat all the scenes.
What did this mean in your relationship?
Was Steve now part of it?
That was not something you talked to Bucky. Not at all⊠but at the same time⊠you didnât mind.
He was always there. Taking care of you two, and you two took care of him tenderly.
Your mind raced through all those thoughts when you finally fell asleep.
In the living room, Bucky sat on the couch while Steve stood in front of him, arms crossed, chest still heaving.
âWhat⊠does this mean?â Steve looked at Bucky.
âWhatever you want it to mean.â Bucky leaned on his knees.
âDonât say something you donât mean, Buck.â
He chuckled, âYou just fucked my girl âtill she was brainlessâI kissed you shamelessly, and you still think I donât mean it?â
He sighed.
âLetâs wait for her, and we will⊠talk about it together.â
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