#moxmas

After what felt like an eternity in Antarctica, you heard the latch of the front door twisted, and the door push open with a hefty scrape. The pummeling of heavy footsteps tapped their way into the house one after the other, stomping off their snow-covered boots. You heard the welcoming sighs of warmth as the two men made their way to the bedroom where you were. Steve opened the door and flicked on the light, his eyes immediately falling on the large bump under the covers that was your body.

You laid in bed with the thick blanket tucked under your chin as you tried to get warm. The winter air wisped through the edges of the poorly sealed window and chilled the tip of your nose, leaving it blushed red. You ached for the arrival of your partners, missing their large bodies and eternal warmth as you tried desperately to think of sun basked places. A sunny island. Florida in the Summer. Hell. Anything to trick your mind into thinking it was somewhere warm and cozy and not feeling frostbitten.

“Aw, is our baby cold?” His voice was sweet, the joyous undertones filled your ears and you knew he had a smile on his face. Bucky came in after him, ripping off his scarf and tossing it on the dresser. He rested his arm over Steve’s shoulder and looked at you. The only thing that could be seen was the very top of your head, your legs were curled up against your body as much as they would allow and two layers of blankets covered you. Bucky tapped Steve’s shoulder, pointing up to the ceiling where a mistletoe hung, one that wasn’t there when they left. The two men smirked, concocting plans in their heads for the rest of the night.

“I think she is, we should help her out, Stevie,” Bucky’s voice was huskier, less innocence laced it as he slid off his top layer of clothes and climbed into bed. Steve followed suit, discarding his clothes until he was just down to a tank top and boxer briefs. Both men climbed under the blankets, Steve behind you and Bucky in front, wrapping their bodies around yours as you relaxed into them. They were so much warmer than you, despite having just been outside in the snowstorm.

“Hi,” your voice was soft and almost a whisper as you nuzzled into Bucky’s chest. Steve’s arms came up under yours and he placed a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“How’s our darling doing?” Bucky asked, rubbing circles into your hip with his metal arm. You flicked your eyes up to meet his, his blue gaze penetrated your skin and made you blush, warmth rushing through your body. You turned your head slightly and looked at Steve, his face lingered barely above yours with an equally soft look.

“Cold as fuck and missing my boys,” you responded, shimmying between them as if you could cradle yourself deeper into the nook they created. Your eyes flicked up to the mistletoe briefly, wondering if they noticed before innocently looking down again.

“We’re here now, and I have a couple ideas on how we can get you to warm up,” Steve’s voice grew lustful, a playful tint covering his words as he trailed his nose along your skin.

“Especially since you clearly want a Christmas gift in bed,” he teased, looking up to the green sprigs above them. You giggled, cheeks becoming flush as they looked at you with lustful eyes.

You inhaled deeply as Steve’s large hand slid down your stomach to the hem of your sweatpants, dipping inside as if in search of treasure. As Steve’s fingers ghosted across the front of your panties, Bucky slipped his metal hand up your sweatshirt. The coolness of his fingers quickly subsided as they kneaded your breast, pinching and squeezing until you let out a small moan. The feeling of both of them playing with your body gave you goosebumps.

Bucky brought his lips to yours in a passionate and hungry embrace, his tongue slipped into your mouth and tasted every inch, wetting your lips and leaving you both breathless. Meanwhile, Steve had dipped his hand inside your panties and his thick fingers stroked your folds causing you to buck a couple times against his hand, which also caused you to grind yourself against Bucky’s crotch.

“I think she needs more to warm up, babe,” Bucky pulled away from your lips and glanced at Steve, who spoke in a sultry tone to him. A smirk crossed his lips and the man behind you pulled away, allowing Bucky to change positions and get between your legs. You moaned as you watched the metal-armed man discard your panties and nestle his face between your thighs, getting a firm grip on them.

“You want him to eat you out, baby?” Steve whispered in your ear. His hand had come up to your stomach and gently massaged it, his lips pressed against your skin as he spoke.

“Y-yes, please,” you whimpered, feeling Bucky’s hot breath tease your core and send knots through your abdomen.

“You hear that, Buck? I think she wants it,”

“I can tell, she’s already dripping, such a good girl,” Bucky moaned and licked a long stripe up your slit and placed a kiss on your trembling bud. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, holding onto Steve’s massive arm with both hands.

“Look at me, baby, I wanna see your face when he starts eating you out,” Steve turned your face toward him. You looked into his eyes with furrowed brows as Bucky began sucking on your clit. His tongue thrashed around wildly before he suckled on your clit again, his tongue moving up and down as he kept the suction on your bud, latching himself onto you more with each movement. You moaned out, clenching your core unable to relax. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you twist in pleasure, knowing that one of the loves of his life was causing the feeling only made it better.

“You like that? You like when Bucky eats you out like that, gorgeous?” Steve hummed, pressing his face against yours, talking low and feeling his own pleasure building up from just the sight. All you could do was nod, your gaze never leaving him. Bucky continued to suck and lick your dripping pussy as Steve talked dirty to you; he was merciless, never allowing you a break from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bucky! Fuck, f-” your orgasm cut you off, words becoming mere sounds as you tightened your whole body in an attempt to shield yourself from the explosive feeling rushing through you. Bucky remained latched onto you, sucking your orgasm from your body until you had nothing left. When the knots relaxed, you dropped your head against the pillow, sweat sticking your hair to your face. Steve kissed your cheek, lips trailing your features and jawline with soft growls.

“You’re so gorgeous, I bet you taste so good, Y/N,” Steve pulled away from your skin only to bring Bucky into a passionate kiss. Their lips collided and Steve could taste you on his tongue. He licked and sucked on Bucky’s tongue as his hand gripped his dark hair, deepening the kiss. You watched them as you came down from your high, pussy throbbing from the abuse it just took and the sight before you. You loved to watch them kiss, it was so passionate, so lustful and loving, you loved that you got to have that with them and that they shared the same passion for you.

Bucky pulled away and shifted over so that he was behind the other man, who traded places with him. Steve took off his underwear and pushed your legs up, gripping your thighs and scooting you down the bed until his cock was at your entrance.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Steve teased, already feeling you get wet again. Bucky reached his flesh hand down to your crotch and spread your lips open for him, his fingers grazing Steve’s cock and making him twitch.

“Please fuck me, Steve,” you begged.

“Mm, such a pretty girl, I love to hear you beg, darling,” Bucky chuckled and kissed your temple. Steve bit his bottom lip and shoved his massive length inside of you. Your eyes immediately rolled back and you held your breath. You shoved your head into the pillow as you felt him fill you up, he pushed his length all the way in until his hips were smashed against you.

Steve thrust into you, deep and rough, filling your core and sending you into a frenzy. His pants got louder as he felt your walls clench around him with each move. Meanwhile, Bucky stood on his knees and brought his own cock to your face. You gripped it in your hand, the motion of Steve fucking you caused your hand to stroke Bucky’s member. He moaned softly, his metal hand dipping into your hair and holding onto you as you took him into your mouth. Bucky’s cock was large and thick, filling your mouth until you gag.

“Easy darling, don’t want you to choke,” he chuckled. It was a devious chuckle, one that reeked of intent. He loved when you gagged on him, you could tell by the fiery look in his eyes and the fact that his cock twitched every time the sound left your lips.

You sucked on him, closing your cheeks around his length like you were eating a jolly rancher. You bobbed your head with his metal-handed guidance, precum running over your taste buds and guttural moans filling your ears. Bucky’s head hung back with his face toward the ceiling, trying to compose himself to prolong the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock.

Steve was still fucking you, his pace quickened as he watched you suck on his lover. The feeling created a deep pit within him and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The air was filled with Bucky’s moans, Steve’s grunts, and your muffled cries of pleasure, and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Steve leaned forward, placing a hand on the pillow beside your head, and kept one hand on one of your thighs, pressing it against his body.

“Oh baby, are you gonna cum for me?” Steve panted. He was almost there, almost to his orgasm and he wanted to feel you gush on him first. He felt your walls clench, tightening around his cock as you reached your hand up to his blond hair and held on tight. The moans that fell from your mouth made Bucky rock with pleasure. He looked down and watched your mouth on his cock, Steve’s face only inches away and your breasts jiggling from his thrusts.

“Yes, S-Steve, fuck yes,” you moaned out with a mouthful of Bucky. The super-soldier in your mouth cursed, his metal grip getting tighter in your hair until he shot his load in the warm hole. You sucked up dry, not wasting any drop of his sweet release. The sound he made was enough to make you cum and you felt electricity shock through your body as Steve made you orgasm onto him, squirting everywhere and soaking the bed.

“Oh shit, beautiful, you’re such a good girl,” Steve’s moan was desperate, the last thread of his composure snapped and he pulled out. A breathless Bucky leaned down and took Steve’s soaking cock into his mouth, the warmth immediately making Steve cum. Bucky moaned at the feeling of him drizzling onto his tongue, tasting the sweet cum and remnants of your orgasm on the long member. The moan that left Steve’s mouth was so needy, so filled with lust and pleasure that you could’ve cum again just hearing it if you had anything left in you.

"Mornin' darling'," Sheriff Lee Bodecker greeted you as he walked into the small rural hospital where you worked. You were new in town, coming in from one small town to another and taking up a vacancy there as a nurse. You weren't so sure it could be called a hospital, it was the size of a clinic and didn't see as many patients as a hospital did, most folks around there couldn't afford major surgeries so the most action the place saw was a few broken arms.

You offered him a weak smile, he came by every day just to talk to you, hoping one day you'd finally give in to his advances and go out with him. You heard about his reputation around town and didn't want to get into another bad relationship. You moved away from home to escape an abusive relationship that left you in the hospital plenty of times and just wanted a clean break.

"Mornin' Sheriff," you barely glanced at him as you shuffled around some papers, getting together some forms for a patient. Lee leaned on the counter and tapped his hand on it absentmindedly, the other playing with some candy wrappers in his jacket pocket.

"When are you gonna let me take you to dinner, doll?" The southern drawl of his voice was thick and smooth, it ran chills down your spine when he'd call you those little pet names but you always brushed them off. He didn’t bother making small talk before he asked, like I said, he came in every day to talk to you and ask the same thing.

"I already told you, sheriff, I'm busy workin' here and I ain't got time to be running around with you," you gave a small smirk. You didn't think he'd ever give up trying to get you to dinner, probably just so he could get you into bed--or more likely, the back of his cruiser. But he was pretty cute, you'd give him that.

"Oh darlin', you gotta eat sometime," he winked, waiting for a proper answer, his blue eyes watching every move you made. You stacked your papers and clipped them onto a clipboard, holding it in your arms against your chest. You looked up at him, his round cheeks creased with a smile. You sighed, walking around the counter and placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.

"Bye sheriff," you walked away down the hall, skirt swaying from side to side as he watched you disappear, hearing your sweet voice greet your patient before the door closed behind you.

The sheriff’s infatuation with you went on for weeks, hoping that one of those days would finally be the one. You always brushed him off and denied his attempts but he kept coming back to that little hospital, tapping his fingers and chewing on some type of candy, leaning against that little counter as you filled out forms and processed information. It had gotten to the point where everyone knew when he was coming; if you were going to be away with a patient, there’d always be a note written by another nurse waiting for him on the counter. “She’s busy, try again tomorrow”, to which he’d wait as long as he could for you to be finished just so he could see you, though usually you didn’t come back out in time and he had to disgruntledly leave.

You had made a couple friends in town and started to feel like part of the community. Everyone knew everyone and all the town gossip, but you tried to keep to yourself enough that no one found out about your past. You wanted a fresh start and having everyone whisper and bring up your abusive ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. You tried to break away more and more as time went on, allowing yourself the comfort of having friends and putting effort into town events, but you still did most things alone.

You walked down the beaten sidewalk from the small market, holding a couple cloth shopping bags in each hand. You took in the town, it was small and dingy, dust-covered the sidewalks, and the few little shops were surrounded by trees. Chirp! Chirp! You got startled by the siren of a patrol car pulling up beside you. You paused and looked over, seeing the sheriff sitting in the driver’s seat of a black and white police car, the red light on top spun a few times then came to a stop.

Lee pulled over, leaning over until he was in full view of you. He looked you up and down, a smirk crossing his face into a full-blown smile.

“Afternoon, darlin’,” you raised an eyebrow at him with a small smirk of your own. Gracing him with a coy smile you waited for his millionth attempt to take you out. “So you do leave work sometimes then?” he tipped his head toward your bags, already wondering if you go shopping at the same time every day so he can “bump into you”.

“A girl’s gotta get what she needs, sheriff,”

“Well, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t have to walk,” he extended his hand toward the passenger door, inviting you to get in. You only shook your head, you had no idea if you’d even make it home without a detour and you didn’t want to find out. Cute as he was, you still didn’t want to trust a man yet, especially not the infamously active sheriff.

“I don’t have to walk, I choose to, thanks though!” you said as you began to walk away, leaving him without a goodbye. You just wanted to get back home and hoped he would move on to the next girl, which you figured was bound to happen. He’d reach a point where you didn’t interest him anymore and he’d find the next young thing to bother, it was best that he got there before he had anything real to do with you.

Lee put the car in drive and slowly inched down the road next to you, still trying to keep a conversation going.

“Ya know, I like a headstrong woman,”

“I bet you do,”

“Now come on, one little dinner with me wouldn’t kill ya, would it?” you rolled your eyes. Not as annoyed as you should have been, you were flattered by the attention he gave you but it was all for naught.

“I actually don’t know about that sheriff, from what I hear, it could be pretty bad,” Lee’s eyebrows furrowed, he wasn’t sure what it was going to take to convince you but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I see you listen to town gossip, most of what you heard probably isn’t true, doll,” he wasn’t lying, most of the town gossip was bred out of jealousy and boredom. He was actually a decent guy given the chance. Sure, he’d screw around a little bit early in his career as sheriff, but it was nothing more than usual and he was actually really caring toward whoever was his girl.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t lie?” you kept a smirk on your face, flicking your gaze toward him every so often.

“Miss Y/N, if there’s one thing to be known about me, it’s that I never lie to a beautiful woman.” you paused for a moment after he spoke. Turning to look at him as he came to a stop, you searched his face for any semblance of a lie but it wasn’t there, he looked like he was being honest. Lee leaned over the seat again to watch your small pause, he wondered what you were thinking, if maybe you were starting to believe him, that’s what he hoped at least. You sighed and kept walking, and being followed.

Lee made chit-chat until you reached the corner where you needed to turn. It was starting to get dark and you were almost home, you didn’t want Lee to find any reason to come inside. As if you had commanded it to happen, he got a radio call about an incident he needed to take care of, so he left with a smooth “see ya tomorrow” and sped off in the opposite direction. You exhaled, glad he was gone, but missing the company.

By now it was Christmas Eve and you had gotten up early to make your final rounds of shopping. Only a couple places were open still, most closing the day before so everyone had time to spend with their families. Such a small town didn’t require everyone to be open, so there was just the market and another little shop. That worked out perfectly for you because you just needed to find a couple more gifts and some Christmas sides.

After your shopping, you went to an engraver in town to pick up an order you had placed. It was the only place in town that had an elevator, most of the shops were rundown and one story, but the engraver had a rickety old lift that helped bring down the large pieces he created. Unbeknownst to the rest of town, you had a pretty bad hip, a condition of your previous relationship. Normally, you would just take the stairs up to the workroom of the engraver, you were only getting a small piece and it didn’t constitute using the elevator. But you had a hard time getting up steps, so you chose to use the elevator.

The building was old and a bit dark, the faint clacks of a hammer on metal echoed through the cement building as blacksmiths worked on tools somewhere. As you boarded the elevator, none other than Lee Bodecker walked into the dingy old building. His round face twisted up into a smile as he saw you standing there, shopping bags in hand and a long peacoat hugging your body. You sighed softly, lips threatening a smile as you clicked the button to take you up.

Lee rushed over and stopped the elevator from closing, he stepped on and smiled at you.

“Ya know, I think it’s fate that I keep running into you, doll,” he leaned over you, one hand on his tactical belt, the other on the wall beside you.

“Or it’s stalking, sheriff,” you joked lightly. You hoped it was a coincidence, he wouldn’t have had any way of knowing where you were anyway, seeing as the gift you were picking up was for him and only you knew about it.

“What are you doing at old Benji’s anyway?”

“Just picking up a gift is all, what are you doing here?” you asked him back, a coy look spreading across your face. Lee licked his bottom lip, his smile never faded as he looked at you.

“Just the same, just a special gift for a special lady,” he winked at you. What a coincidence that you both had gotten gifts from the same place for each other. Unless of course, the “special lady” was one of the other women he was probably pursuing. You rode the elevator all the way up, getting off and greeting Benji while sneakily tucking the gift in your bag. It was rather cheesy, just a glass tankard engraved with ‘Knockemstiff Sheriff’, but you knew he loved to drink and you wanted to get him something for his endless efforts.

You both got back on the elevator and headed down to the main floor. Midway through, the elevator creaked and jammed, getting stuck where you couldn’t get out.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, banging on the console to try and get it to move. The elevator didn’t budge. Lee called out to Benji, hoping he’d hear him and come help but there was too much extra noise in the building. Lee looked at you as if to apologize, though, you didn’t know why, it’s not like he caused the thing to break. You sighed and set your bags down in the corner, sliding down the wall of the elevator until you were sitting beside your things. Lee leaned against the wall and watched you.

“Who knows how long we could be in here, we might as well consider it a date,” Lee chuckled, shooting his eyebrows up at you with a smirk.

“This is a terrible date sheriff,”

“Please, call me Lee,” his eyes softened. The little change in his expression made a new feeling rush over you. It was like you were seeing him, like seeing who he really was, he was soft and caring and just wanted you to care for him too. You looked down, fiddling with your thumbs.

“This is a terrible date, Lee,” he smiled widely at his name falling from your lips. Lee sat down across from you, making conversation like you’d never had. He was actually discussing things, what he does daily as a cop, his past, his life. It was new, usually, you only talked about how much he wanted you, brief greetings in passing, but now he was talking to you.

Hours passed and you were still stuck in the elevator, Lee still making conversation and getting you to open up a little bit. If you were going to be stuck with him, you might as well be civil. Eventually, you started getting tired. Slumping your head over as you failed repeatedly to stay awake, hoping help would come so you could go get into bed. Lee took notice of this and offered his lap for your head, you refused and stayed leaned against the wall, head bobbing and eyes getting heavy.

It wasn’t long before you fell fully asleep, your head pressed against one wall of the elevator and one knee pulled up to your chest. Lee was still awake, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing. You were gorgeous, he admired every little detail about you with a smile. He took off his jacket and put it aside, reaching over to you and laying you gently on the ground next to him with your head on his outstretched arm. He laid his jacket on your body and hoped you were warm enough. It was pretty cold, but he didn’t want to cross any boundaries by cuddling you, so this would suffice.

Another couple of hours passed and Lee had fallen asleep too. You were now pressed against his body, arm slung over his soft chest and one leg pulled on top of his. He hadn’t moved much though, just his free hand laying on your forearm gently. You were shocked awake by the movement of the elevator, sitting up abruptly as you began to shift downward. Lee sat up, groggily coming to his senses about where he was. You looked at him shyly, standing up and gathering your things. Lee didn’t say anything yet, just brushed a hand along the back of his neck, unsure if he made you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you handed him back his jacket, offering a warm smile. You thought it was sweet, you hadn’t taken the sheriff as someone who would make sure you were comfortable.

“Any time, darlin’,” he smiled back, slipping his jacket back on and offering you a ride back home. This time you took it.

After you napped some more, you got up and started your day. It was Christmas, so you spent the day baking and going around town giving people their gifts. You only had a few stops to make, three friends from work and the sheriff. You saved Lee for last, considering staying with him a bit longer if he was available. You knocked on his door but there was no answer. You were confused because you knew he wasn’t going to work that day and everywhere was closed. You waited a little longer but he never showed, so you decided to just head home. You set his gift on your dining table and went into the kitchen to grab some of the cookies you baked.

The phone rang and you picked it up, setting your plate of treats back down to the counter. The voice on the other end was one of the nurses at the hospital, she spoke softly so as to not alarm you.

“Lee is here,” you thought that was odd, he knew you didn’t work today so there was no reason for him to be there, unless.

“Madge, why is he there?” your voice was a little shaky, worried about what her answer would be.

“Y/N, he got shot in the stomach and arm, Dr. Reynolds is treating him now but I thought you’d want to know,” your heart sank. The thought of losing him hurt your soul, a part of you wanted to go out with him, to finally give in to his sweet charm and hold him. That part became ever so obvious at that moment, you realized just how much you cared for the sheriff and would thoroughly be upset for never taking a chance. You hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital, driving your yellow 1964 Mustang instead of your usual walking method.

You entered the room where Lee was recovering from surgery. He was laid up in bed asleep, bandages around his arm and abdomen. He looked so peaceful, so sweet and innocent. You took off your coat and laid it on the chair, sitting beside his bed, listening to him sleep. His chest slowly rose and fell in his drug-induced slumber. You admired his face, so soft without the stress of waking life, every wrinkle and stress line was relaxed and his cheeks were full and round. You had to admit he was beautiful.

You stayed in that chair for an hour before he woke up, barely able to open his eyes as he looked around the room. You were the only one there besides the other nurse but she only came in once, leaving him to you since you knew what to do. Lee turned his head and saw you sitting beside him, an instant smile sweeping across his face as his eyes barely hung open.

“My darlin’, you’re everywhere I look. You must care ‘bout me unless I’m in heaven right now.” His voice was drawn out and slurred from the drugs but the joy in his voice was present. You smiled and stood up, standing next to his bed and running a couple fingers through his hair.

“You’re alive sheriff-” he cut you off, eyebrows pushing together as he shook his head slightly.

“What did I say about that, doll?”

“Sorry, you’re alive Lee, just banged up pretty bad,” his smile came back then fell away again, starting to feel the wounds in his body. He’d gotten caught between some people robbing one of the stores and ended up on the wrong side of a gun. He’d pull through, but he’d need to take a few weeks to heal up and you knew he probably needed someone to take care of him so he doesn’t overdo it.

“And you came here to see me, aw-shucks baby,”

“Lee, I’m a nurse, it’s in my nature. Plus, this is the most action I’ve seen the entire time I’ve been here, I wasn’t gonna pass up some bullet holes.” You teased, resting your hand on the bed. Lee chuckled then immediately regretted it, the pain in his stomach swelled up and spread through his body. He groaned, face twisting in pain. You frowned. You didn’t like seeing him like this, all vulnerable and hurt, the hurt of no one else visiting also showed on his face and you just wanted to comfort him. You stayed with him until you had to leave, needing to rest before your shift began. He protested heavily but there were other post-Christmas patients that needed tending.

A week passed and Lee was being discharged. You came into his room and he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to get his belt buckled with one hand. You chuckled as you came around him, taking his hand in yours and pulling it away from the belt.

“Let me,” you smiled at him, pulling the belt tight and slipping it through the buckle. Lee swallowed hard as he watched you handle his belt, jaw clenching at the closeness and tease of your fingers at his waistline. He’d often imagined you playing with his belt, delicate fingers unbuckling it and letting it fall open before your hands worked on the button and zipper of his pants. The tension grew as you leaned into him, pushing his body back against the bed as you reached for his jacket. Your nose almost touched his as his eyes flicked between yours and your lips. When you pulled back, Lee exhaled, not realizing he was holding his breath. God, you did things to him. His heart was racing and he was glad to not be hooked up to the monitor anymore. You were fully aware of what you were doing, admittedly you liked to tease him a bit, wanting to allow yourself to fall for him but never being able to commit.

“Come on, I’m taking you home,” you said as you handed him the jacket. His ears perked up and a smile crept back on his face.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for you to come on by,”

“To rest, Lee.” You rolled your eyes at him. Helping him with his things as he winced all the way to the car. He slid a hand over the top of your Mustang with an approving smile. He hadn’t seen it before, you usually kept it under a tarp at home and walked everywhere. He wasn’t sure why you would hide such a beautiful car but you wanted to strengthen your hip back up after your previous injury to it, that’s why you loved to walk.

When you arrived at his house, you helped him out of the car, sliding the keys from his jacket pocket and letting him inside. Lee sat on the couch with a groan and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. You laid out his prescriptions on the table and told him what they were and when to take them.

“You got any water here?” you asked as you headed to the kitchen.

“A beer will be fine,” you rolled your eyes, checking the fridge for any bottles but only seeing cases of alcohol and barely any food. You searched the cabinets until you found the cups, an assortment of mismatched dishes cluttered the shelves. You grabbed one of the only ones that didn’t have a chip in it, filled it with tap water, and brought it back into the living room, setting it next to the pills.

“No beer, Lee, I mean it. Not while you’re taking these pills. And you need to get some food in here, what do you even eat?”

“I go to the diner, no need keepin’ food here,” he gave you an innocent smile. You tsked and headed for the door.

“Stay there, and don’t get a beer, please?” you looked at him as he threw his hands up.

“Just for you, I won’t, darlin’,” you shook your head and left, heading to the grocery store to pick him up some items.

When you came back, Lee was changed into something more comfortable and was laying on the couch asleep. The radio played music softly in the background and the glass of water on the table was almost empty. You grabbed the old quilt from the back of the couch and laid it over him, bringing his uninjured arm, which hung to the floor, up to lay on the couch. You let him sleep as you unloaded the groceries and prepared him some lunch.

An hour had passed as you stocked his kitchen and made a full meal, including some for leftovers he could just reheat. You removed the alcohol from the fridge and placed it up high, somewhere out of sight so he’d be more likely to just grab something healthy instead. You plated his food and brought it into the living room.

“Lee?” you gently brushed his arm, trying not to startle him awake. He started to stir and you whispered his name again.

“My darlin’,” he didn’t open his eyes but reached up to grab your hand that was on his arm. You melted a little at his touch, he was warm and his rough hand was big on yours. You watched him slowly wake up, eyes fluttering open to see your beautiful face standing over him. “Beautiful as ever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, he was going to wear you down enough with his praise that you would at least go to dinner with him.

“You need to eat,” you helped him sit up and handed him the plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Gravy covered everything but the veggies and a new glass of water sat on the table. You brought over one of his TV dinner trays and set it up in front of him.

“I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages, you’re too good to me,” he reached over and grabbed your hand again and squeezed it, his eyes full of love. No one had ever really treated him with real respect and kindness, especially after hearing about his scandals, but despite you rejecting him, you still treated him kindly.

“It’s just lunch, Lee, don’t get your hopes up,” you reminded him. You didn’t fully believe that you could resist him though, seeing his stupidly sweet smile every time he looked at you was giving you hope and butterflies. You sat in the armchair next to the couch and ate with him, going over his healing process and what he can and cannot do. He was actually pleasant company, he talked about things he didn’t with other people and he seemed more personable than he did in uniform.

The day had gone by pretty quickly and you had to get back to work. You cleaned up the dishes and told him about his new groceries, demanding that he eat at home instead of trying to drive to the diner. The chuckle he gave you wasn’t convincing you that he’d actually do as you said, but you couldn’t control his every move.

“Alright, Lee, I gotta go now,” you picked up your coat from the back of the armchair and slid into it.

“Aw, darlin’, don’t go, we were having such a good time.” His voice was pleading and sweet, it would’ve gotten you to stay if you didn’t need to be at work. You looked over his face, his blue eyes staring up at you from the couch with his right arm in a sling. He looked sad, the creeping feeling of being alone overtaking his expression and dimming his eyes. You didn’t want to care about him as much as you did, you wished you could just forget about him and go on with your life alone. But here he was, looking forlorn and lost, desperate for you to stay, and you couldn’t help but feel for him.

“I’ll be back, but I gotta work, Lee. Just be good and try to rest.” You walked over to him, pressing a firm kiss to the top of his head. He melted into it, it had been so long since he’d felt any affection, especially one that seemed genuine. When you left, he slumped into the couch, the loneliness creeping back in as he looked around the empty house, already missing your liveliness and presence.

You visited him every day, taking your lunch breaks to eat with him and coming before and after work to make sure he was doing alright. At night, you’d help him clean his wounds and tell him how to properly bathe without irritating the injuries. He had insisted that you give him the sponge bath, stating that it hurt too much for him to do it himself, but you knew better. You’d roll your eyes and catch his smirk, he knew you wouldn’t fall for it but he had to try.

One night he had tried to go back to work too early and split his stitches open. Instead of going back to the hospital, he just asked that you stitch him up on the couch, to save himself the embarrassment of doing too much too early. You did as such, gently cleaning and stitching the wound as he watched you. Your hands were steady, carefully moving the needle between his skin and knotting it in place. You did this until he had a line of stitches along his abdomen.

After that, you had been staying on his couch, worried that he might cause himself more harm. You brought over some blankets and pillows and a small tote of things you needed and made camp in his living room. After the third night, your body was beginning to feel the effects of the lumpy old couch and you were moving around slower. Your back constantly ached and you couldn’t get a good night's sleep. Lee had taken notice of this and insisted that you sleep in his bed. Naturally, you refused, settling yourself back onto the couch and telling him to go to sleep, but he tossed his blanket over his shoulder and came out to the living room.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he lightly kicked your leg to get you to move.

“Lee, you literally have bullet holes in your body, I’m not gonna allow you to sleep on the couch,” you didn’t budge. Instead, you laid down, sliding your blanket over your body. “Go to bed, sheriff.”

“No,” he dropped his blanket and tore yours off, “either I sleep here or we both sleep in the bed, doll, your choice.” He was stubborn, refusing to let you be uncomfortable, especially because of him. You looked at him with disbelief, scrambling to pick up your blanket. You stood up with a huff and rolled your eyes, heading to the bedroom. Lee laid his blanket on the couch, not wanting to assume that you would allow him to sleep next to you. You peaked your head from around the corner and watched him struggle with the blanket.

“Lee, get in here.” He turned around trying to force back a smirk. He followed you into the room and tossed the bedding down.

“Just, just stay on your side, okay?” you sighed, creating a small wall between you with the top sheet. Lee just hummed, settling into the bed and watching you get comfortable. You brought your blanket up to your chin and wrapped up in it. It was a cold December night and his heater was broken, the sight of snow gently falling outside the window only made you colder. You shut your eyes, trying to think of warm places as you curled up.

“It’s warmer over here,” Lee said, voice laced with impure intentions. You didn’t move, just sighed as you ignored his advances. “I’m just sayin’, I hate to see my darlin’ all cold when she could be cuddled up over here,”

“Lee, I’m not your darlin’ and I’m fine where I am,” a small shiver went through your body causing him to chuckle.

“Alright, well if you want to be warm, all you gotta do is ask,” he settled into the mattress, pulling his own blanket up and shutting his eyes. You listened to his breathing as you tried to doze off to sleep. It was steady and calm, the air sweeping gently through his nostrils and out his mouth. You tried to tuck yourself as far as you could into your nook but you couldn’t get any warmer. The blanket wasn’t thick enough to shield you from the crisp winter air, so you had no choice but to turn over, considering cuddling up to Lee. You watched him for a moment, seeing if he would open his eyes at the movement on the bed. He laid there peacefully, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape.

When he didn’t stir, you lightly scooted over, moving the top sheet and gently lifting his blanket. You pressed your body against his and fuck was it warm. You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him, bringing your blanket on top of the both of you and melting against his warm skin. Lee didn’t move, he felt your body lay against his and he suppressed a smile, glad that you felt comfortable enough to take solace in his presence. He loved feeling you against him, your cold body chilling his but warming up quickly. He could stay like that forever.

The next morning, you woke up sprawled out on Lee’s chest. His arm was around your back and you laid lazily across him. He was still asleep, pudgy chest rising and falling with each breath. Admittedly, you wanted to nuzzle against him, planting a kiss on his neck until he woke up and wrapped you in his arms. You had opened yourself up to him more and thought maybe you could allow him in. That was until a sharp pain shot from your hip through the length of your leg.

You jolted up, letting out a small screech in pain as you tried to calm it. Lee startled awake, eyes finding you curled up in a fetal position at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his southern drawl was riddled with concern. He forgot about his own pain as he sat up and reached out to you. You couldn’t speak, the pain pulsing through your body like a thunderous storm. Lee laid his hand on your arm, not wanting to break any boundaries but wanting to let you know he was there. His touch calmed you down as you let the pain run its course, finally subsiding to a small burn in your hip. You straightened out, relaxing for a moment before turning toward him. His face was twisted up with worry as he watched you.

“I’m fine, Lee, I just get some pain in my hip now and then,” you said, not wanting to reveal too much. His hand rubbed your arm, a small gesture of comfort.

“That seemed a little more than some pain, darlin’, you know you can tell me anythin’?” His voice was sincere, he wanted to know how he could help and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around him. You sighed, reassuring yourself it was okay to let him in and realizing he probably wouldn’t have let it go anyway.

“Well, ya see back in my hometown, I was engaged to this guy, Darryl. He was all charming at first, took me on dates and scenic views, but after we got engaged he started getting violent,” you clenched your jaw, trying not to relive the memories.

“He would get real angry if things weren’t to his liking, which was every day, and he’d take it out on me. One time it got really bad and he ended up breaking my hip. But after so many trips to the doctor already, he wouldn’t let me go get it looked at so I had to set it myself. It’s never really healed properly and that’s why I have pain. I try to walk to strengthen it, but it doesn’t really go away.” You were wiping away tears now, unable to look him in the eye. You felt shame for some reason, maybe you thought he’d think less of you for it, for staying so long, for ‘allowing’ yourself to be put through that, maybe the fact you were engaged would put him off, you weren’t sure but you just felt embarrassed.

Lee had all but broken down. His eyes were so soft as he looked at you, hurt for what you’d been through, hurt for you going through it alone. He wrapped his arms around you, wincing at the pain in one of them but pulling you close to his chest. You were surprised at his reaction, not wanting to believe he could care about you.

“Oh darlin’, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he kissed your forehead tenderly, melting away your worries, “but you listen here, I ain’t no lowdown dog that would lay a hand on you like that, any man that would do that to a woman ain’t a man at all. You deserve to be treated with respect, you deserve the world, princess.” Lee’s voice was stern but soft, he wasn’t asking you to believe him, he was telling you matter of factly.

You pressed further into him, accepting his embrace like a warm blanket. You stayed in silence for a while as he comforted you, rubbing small circles into your back and secretly plotting ways to get back at your ex until you had to leave.

“Will I see you back in the morning, doll?” he asked as you put on your coat.

“Actually, I was thinking I could take a break tonight and we can go get dinner?” you smirked at him. Lee’s eyes lit up as you finally accepted his dinner proposal. His round cheeks grew with a large smile and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“It’s a date,” he winked, the excitement unable to be hidden on his face. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and headed out the door.

You and Lee were back at his house after dinner, laying on his double bed and cuddled up for warmth. When you told your boss you were taking your break to go to dinner with the sheriff, she gave you the rest of the night off, relieved that you were finally accepting his many, many attempts to take you out. His infatuation with you was the talk of the town and people had begun to make bets about when you’d finally agree. The nights at the hospital were always slow anyway, so they’d survive without you. This gave you time to look all nice for him and spend the night at his place.

Lee was gaining more mobility in his arm and didn’t need the sling anymore. He still couldn’t work but he had mustered up enough strength to take a trip to your hometown and find Darryl. When the sheriff knocked on the door of his trailer, he was ready to grab the gun from its holster and shoot him on the spot, but he didn’t think you’d take too kindly to that type of behavior. A good beating was at least forgivable. So, when Darryl answered the door, Lee only hesitated to confirm his identity before laying a brutal beating onto him. He left him bloody and begging for mercy, promising to never cross paths with you again as he sat in his piss-covered jeans.

Lee couldn’t hide his torn-up knuckles from you but seeing the look on his face when you asked where he got the injury was all the information you needed. You knew he had probably visited Darryl, you weren’t sure if he was still alive or not but honestly, you didn’t really care to know. It did make you feel a whole lot better knowing that Lee cared enough to do something like that for you.

Now that you were laid up in bed with him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. You knew by now that Lee was kind and meant well, and seeing how he acted with you told you that he did care. Another feeling arose that you couldn’t ignore for much longer, and that was one of lust. Seeing how soft he was with you and how much he respected you, made you long for him even more.

Lee was going on about his life and absentmindedly caressed your arm, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You lifted your head from his broad shoulder to look at him, admiring the roundness of his cheeks and how his hardness melted away when he was with you. You smiled at him, your newfound silence making him pause and glance at your watchful eyes.

“Darlin’?” he pushed his eyebrows together and raised them, the movement of his hand stopped as he waited for your response. You didn’t speak, only giving in to the building tension and leaning over to kiss his soft lips. Lee froze, stunned that you had made the first move, especially after months of chase. But he soon twisted his lips into a smile and kissed you back, his hand sliding from your arm to the back of your head. You closed your eyes and moaned softly into him, your emotions overwhelming you as you let go.

Lee was gentle and passionate, being mindful to not do anything you didn’t want. As much as he wanted you, he wanted you to be in control, to navigate where this went. And you did. You pulled him closer, bringing your hand to the back of his neck and deepening the kiss until his body was pressed against yours. Lee hummed softly against your lips, any pain he felt was absent as his mind was just on you. He brought his hand down to your hip and pulled at the skirt of your dress, shifting it up your thighs for mobility. You allowed him to expose your legs, then tossed one over his waist and straddled him. Lee groaned at the shift of weight against his abdomen wound and you pulled back.

“Sorry, do you want me to move?” you asked, lifting your hips up a bit to relieve the pressure.

“Darlin’, I’ve been waiting months to see you on top of me like this, don’t you go anywhere,” you let out a chuckle as his southern accent filled your ears. You leaned back down and kissed him, trailing your lips from his along his jawline and down his neck, nibbling at the skin. Lee moaned and brought his hands up your dress to your ribs, kneading your soft flesh. You pressed your hips against his growing crotch, teasing him through his sweats. The more you ground against him, the more you felt the pressure of his growth on you.

Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling every inch of his squishy body. You loved how pudgy he was, soft fluff over his strong muscles that was perfect for squeezing and cuddling. You couldn’t believe that you had found someone who seemed to love everything about you. It was intoxicating, despite denying him for so long, you were glad that he never gave up. You found yourself enjoying every little attempt he made to get you here, every passing smile and routine visit to the hospital, just to chat and see you, to see if you were ready to take him up on his offer. He was persistent and you loved that.

Lee sat up, keeping you straddled on his lap as he discarded his shirt, revealing scars and a hairy chest. You bit your lip, running your fingers through the hair before holding his cheeks as you kissed him again. Lee moaned into you, the taste of your lips was better than any drug, he was high on you, and every time your tongue slipped into his mouth he thought he was in heaven. He pulled at your dress, breaking the kiss only to yank it off your body then slammed his face back to yours. You felt electricity rush through your body, an eagerness, and excitement that you could barely contain.

“I want you, Lee, I want you so much,” your voice was breathy and soft, the words spilled from your lips like honey, sweet and slow. He flashed his eyes to yours and you saw the world in them. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and you were to him.

“Come here, doll,” Lee pulled you against his body, flipping you over and laying your back on the bed with a surprised laugh. The cold air was warm around you, thick with humidity and sexual desire. Lee hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs, revealing your dripping core. His jaw clenched at the sight before him, seeing you so wet for him made his heart pound. Lee wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you in place, dipping his face to your slit and placing a tender kiss on it. He looked up at you, admiring your face before he dove into you.

Lee sucked on your clit with such vigor, moaning at the taste of you finally on his tongue. You gripped the sheets as his head bobbed, licking long stripes up your tingling pussy.

“Oh, Lee, that feels so good!” you moaned out, unable to control your breathing as he worked wonders on you. You felt his mouth curl into a smile, tongue never losing pace. Lee pressed further into you, his breathing impacted by your flesh as he sucked on your core. As your moans became more frantic, his pace picked up, tasting every nook and fold of your pussy until you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You cussed out, hands finding his on your thighs and gripping them tightly. Your orgasm rocked through your body in a way that you never felt before. The feeling of his mouth was overwhelming, it was like he was performing magic, swirling and sucking until your legs couldn’t stop shaking and you were gushing into his mouth.

Lee licked up every drop of you, tongue soothing your swollen folds. You were a bit mad at yourself for waiting so long, denying yourself this type of pleasure was soul-crushing, but you were glad to finally be here under his body. Lee sucked on your thighs, biting the soft skin gently before laying kisses in the crease of your hip. He kissed your injured hip so tenderly and lovingly before trailing up your stomach to your breasts. He kneaded one in his hand and sucked on the other, leaving the nipple hard as the cold air graced it. He came up and kissed your lips, engulfing you in such a passionate embrace that could only be compared to the crashing waves of a tsunami, strong and overpowering.

You gripped his back, bringing him closer until you thought you’d meld into one. Lee pressed his crotch against yours, slowly grinding as he moaned against your lips, desperate to feel your walls around him. You pushed at the top of his sweatpants until his hips were bare, he finished your task and took off the pants, returning back to your center. Lee kissed your neck, sucking hard enough that there would definitely be marks in the morning. That would surely be a popular topic of discussion when you went back to work.

Lee lined himself up at your entrance, flicking his eyes to yours before pushing his way in. You gasped at his size, your tight walls gripped his cock as he struggled to push in all the way.

“Is this okay, darlin’?” he whispered into your skin, his lips pressed lightly just under your ear. You nodded, nails digging into his smooth back.

“Yes baby, you’re just so much bigger than I thought,” your voice was shaky, still trying to settle from the intense orgasm he gave you and trying to adjust to his cock. He smirked and hummed against your skin, slowly moving back and forth to loosen you up and get you more comfortable. As your walls began to slick, his thrusts became easier, allowing him to push all the way in until his balls slapped against your body.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, ya know that?” he growled against you, his hips bucking forward with a few hard movements. You couldn’t speak, only high-pitched moans left your mouth as you felt him fill you up. Lee started going faster, the feeling of your wetness coating him made his eyes roll back. He squeezed them shut, trying to focus on lasting long enough for you to cum again. You were everything he dreamed of, soft and sweet, dripping wet for him and moaning wildly. Your gorgeous body was enough to fill him with uncontrollable lust.

“Oh fuck, Lee, right there, just like that sheriff!” You screamed out as he hit your g-spot. He perked up when you called him sheriff. He’d always wanted you to call him by his name, everyone called him sheriff, but now that you were moaning it? It sent him into a frenzy.

“Oh darlin’,” Lee’s voice was drawn out, your words lingering on his mind and making him well up with pleasure. He kept his pace, not wanting to lose your high. He felt his own orgasm bubbling up in his lower abdomen and he held on as long as he could. With a few more strong thrusts, you were squirting on his cock and drenching his body and bed. The grip of your quivering core made him moan so loudly you thought the neighbors would hear it. He shot his warm load into you, filling you up until it dripped out around his cock.

After you were cleaned up, you were cuddled up next to Lee, fingers lightly playing with his chest hair. You felt safe in his arms, not worried about your past or his, just wanting to stay with him like that forever. Forever ended when you remembered that you hadn’t even given him his Christmas present. You sat up in bed and rushed off to the living room without a word. Lee was puzzled, wondering where you were going until you came back with a wrapped box.

“I never did give you this,” you smiled as you handed him the box. He chuckled and accepted it, sitting up to lean against the headboard. You watched him open the gift and his eyes softened.

“I know it ain’t much, but I thought you’d enjoy it. Maybe once you’re off your meds you can actually put it to use,” you explained, shyly rubbing the back of your neck. Lee marveled at it before setting it on the nightstand and leaning over to kiss you.

“It’s perfect darlin’,” when he pulled away, he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a long black jewelry box. He handed it to you and you looked at it surprised. When you opened the box, inside was a silver chain with the word “darling” encrusted with tiny jewels. You audibly gasped as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Lee, this is too much, I can’t accept this,” you shut the box and handed it back to him. He refused to take it back, pushing it toward you with a sweet smirk.

You weren’t sure how you got here; the last thing you remembered you were putting presents under the tree and fixing the large red tree skirt. Now you were moaning and panting under the lit branches of the tree, presents pressed against your head and tree skirt in a folded mess beneath your back.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, out of breath. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you pressed your shoulders against the floor, sliding on the tree skirt, trying to gain some semblance of composure. Bucky had your love handles squished tightly in his hands, holding your hips in place as his head sat between your thighs. Your thick thighs were pressed against his cheeks, no matter how wide you opened them. His tongue was dancing across your slit as if it was the finale of a ballet in which he had to impress some big-name talent scout in the crowd.

Bucky was devouring you, licking, sucking, and nibbling like he was starved for days and this was his first meal. His tongue laid flat, licking up your slit from your vagina to clit like he was catching drips of ice cream along the side of the cone. He looked up at you through his lashes, his dark eyebrows hooded them slightly as his eyes sparked with lust and joy.

He loved seeing you like this, all twisted in pleasure and unable to stay still. Your voluptuous body naked and exposed, his hands gripping at your chubbiness, feeling your soft skin in his palms like putty. You managed to look at him, reaching out and gripping his long hair. He had it pulled back into a bun but the events of the night had caused some to fall out and frame his face.

Bucky didn’t stop his pace as he sucked on your clit, pulling it gently into his warm mouth then releasing it and licking the spot to soothe it. His eyes stayed on you, he wanted to see your face as you reached your orgasm. You couldn’t hold your gaze on him as he squeezed tighter on your sides.

He dove deeper, smashing his face into your core until he couldn’t breathe, still not breaking his gaze on your face. You tightened your thighs, squeezing them against his head as he brought you to orgasm.

“Fuck! James!” you screamed out, grinding your hips against him as he lapped up every drop of your gushing core. Bucky smiled against you at the sound of his name, something about hearing you say “James” instead of Bucky brought him joy. He knew that meant you were in complete and utter bliss. Bucky only came up for air when your breathing started to calm, bringing his mouth to chew on your thighs until you could open your eyes and watch him.

Bucky brought himself to meet you face to face, the bottom branches of the tree scraping against his back as he hovered above you. He kissed your forehead softly and you melted at his touch. He was so gentle and loving, he could fuck you all day and eat you out like a starved animal but he’d still be so soft with you, kissing and caressing your skin, kneading your hips, thighs, stomach, and breasts. He loved taking care of you, you were his good girl.

Bucky shimmied out of his boxers and pressed his tip against your entrance. His beefy body pressed lightly against yours as he watched your face, waiting for the consent he needed. He always waited, always needing confirmation no matter what. He was so in love and didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want to do. Bucky dragged his thumb across your cheek, kissing your lips softly.

“Is this okay, baby?” he asked in a whisper. You brushed his long hair out of his face and pulled him into another kiss. He tasted sweet, a combination of yourself and citrus lip balm he collected from your lips. You ran your hands down his body, it was very large and muscular and fit with yours perfectly. His metal arm was always cold but you liked it, it grounded you when you got overstimulated.

“Yes, Buck, please…”you whispered out a beg. His blue eyes met yours as he shoved himself inside of you. His cock filled you up perfectly and you moaned, relaxing your head onto the floor. The feeling was intense, his thick girth stretched your walls and his shaft reached all the way inside of you. You melted onto his cock as he pushed all the way in until his balls were pressed against your skin. His name fell from your lips again, this time in a whimper that made him buckle. Your sweet voice alone could get him to cum. He pulled out then thrust back in, picking up a pace that left goosebumps on your arms.

You wrapped yourself around his body, wanting him to be closer, needing him to be closer. Bucky moaned out, your slick coated his cock and left him desperate for more. He brought his metal hand to your knee and pushed your leg up, opening you up for more access. Your knee was almost hitting the tree above you as you clawed at his back, scraping red marks down his flesh.

“Oh, Y/N, you feel so good, baby,” he panted into your neck where he was biting and sucking the skin. You couldn’t speak. Only moans fell from your lips as he desperately tried to hold on, not wanting to cum yet. No matter how many times he got to make love to you, you always left him so needy. The moment he felt your walls around him and heard you moan for him, because of him, he was struggling to keep composure.

Bucky kissed your lips, tugging at the flesh and dipping his tongue into your mouth. He engulfed your mouth and fought for dominance, wrestling his tongue with yours. His flesh arm sat on his elbow against the floor next to your head, propping him up and stroking your hair and temple. Bucky’s moans got louder as he neared orgasm, sloppily slamming into your warmth and you dripped around him, already feeling a second wave coming.

“Oh baby, you’re such a good girl for me, huh? You’re my good girl,” Bucky praised. His voice was shaky and drawn out, blue eyes squeezed shut and goosebumps on his neck and shoulders, traveling fast down his arms. You brought your hands to his cheeks and moaned into his mouth, causing him to open his eyes and watch you. You didn’t break eye contact as you both came, wanting to see every blissful moment of it. His eyes were full of love and lust as he shot his warm load into your drenched core. You soaked his cock with your second orgasm and felt the electricity buzz through your body.

Bucky pulled out and laid next to you, staring up through the branches of the tree and admiring the lights. Your vision was blurred and it stretched the lights across your vision, beams streaking from each bulb. You hummed as he gently rubbed your thigh, calming the shaking that was still occurring.

“All I want for Christmas is you, baby,” he whispered, turning his head to look at you. His hair was completely out of the ponytail now and fell wildly around his head. You smiled at him before reaching a hand over and stroking his face.

You offered him a weak smile, he came by every day just to talk to you, hoping one day you’d finally give in to his advances and go out with him. You heard about his reputation around town and didn’t want to get into another bad relationship. You moved away from home to escape an abusive relationship that left you in the hospital plenty of times and just wanted a clean break.

“Mornin’ darling’,” Sheriff Lee Bodecker greeted you as he walked into the small rural hospital where you worked. You were new in town, coming in from one small town to another and taking up a vacancy there as a nurse. You weren’t so sure it could be called a hospital, it was the size of a clinic and didn’t see as many patients as a hospital did, most folks around there couldn’t afford major surgeries so the most action the place saw was a few broken arms.

“Mornin’ Sheriff,” you barely glanced at him as you shuffled around some papers, getting together some forms for a patient. Lee leaned on the counter and tapped his hand on it absentmindedly, the other playing with some candy wrappers in his jacket pocket.

“When are you gonna let me take you to dinner, doll?” The southern drawl of his voice was thick and smooth, it ran chills down your spine when he’d call you those little pet names but you always brushed them off. He didn’t bother making small talk before he asked, like I said, he came in every day to talk to you and ask the same thing.

“I already told you, sheriff, I’m busy workin’ here and I ain’t got time to be running around with you,” you gave a small smirk. You didn’t think he’d ever give up trying to get you to dinner, probably just so he could get you into bed–or more likely, the back of his cruiser. But he was pretty cute, you’d give him that.

“Oh darlin’, you gotta eat sometime,” he winked, waiting for a proper answer, his blue eyes watching every move you made. You stacked your papers and clipped them onto a clipboard, holding it in your arms against your chest. You looked up at him, his round cheeks creased with a smile. You sighed, walking around the counter and placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.

The sheriff’s infatuation with you went on for weeks, hoping that one of those days would finally be the one. You always brushed him off and denied his attempts but he kept coming back to that little hospital, tapping his fingers and chewing on some type of candy, leaning against that little counter as you filled out forms and processed information. It had gotten to the point where everyone knew when he was coming; if you were going to be away with a patient, there’d always be a note written by another nurse waiting for him on the counter. “She’s busy, try again tomorrow”, to which he’d wait as long as he could for you to be finished just so he could see you, though usually you didn’t come back out in time and he had to disgruntledly leave.

“Bye sheriff,” you walked away down the hall, skirt swaying from side to side as he watched you disappear, hearing your sweet voice greet your patient before the door closed behind you.

You had made a couple friends in town and started to feel like part of the community. Everyone knew everyone and all the town gossip, but you tried to keep to yourself enough that no one found out about your past. You wanted a fresh start and having everyone whisper and bring up your abusive ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. You tried to break away more and more as time went on, allowing yourself the comfort of having friends and putting effort into town events, but you still did most things alone.

You walked down the beaten sidewalk from the small market, holding a couple cloth shopping bags in each hand. You took in the town, it was small and dingy, dust-covered the sidewalks, and the few little shops were surrounded by trees. Chirp! Chirp! You got startled by the siren of a patrol car pulling up beside you. You paused and looked over, seeing the sheriff sitting in the driver’s seat of a black and white police car, the red light on top spun a few times then came to a stop.

Lee pulled over, leaning over until he was in full view of you. He looked you up and down, a smirk crossing his face into a full-blown smile.

“Afternoon, darlin’,” you raised an eyebrow at him with a small smirk of your own. Gracing him with a coy smile you waited for his millionth attempt to take you out. “So you do leave work sometimes then?” he tipped his head toward your bags, already wondering if you go shopping at the same time every day so he can “bump into you”.

“A girl’s gotta get what she needs, sheriff,”

“Well, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t have to walk,” he extended his hand toward the passenger door, inviting you to get in. You only shook your head, you had no idea if you’d even make it home without a detour and you didn’t want to find out. Cute as he was, you still didn’t want to trust a man yet, especially not the infamously active sheriff.

“I don’t have to walk, I choose to, thanks though!” you said as you began to walk away, leaving him without a goodbye. You just wanted to get back home and hoped he would move on to the next girl, which you figured was bound to happen. He’d reach a point where you didn’t interest him anymore and he’d find the next young thing to bother, it was best that he got there before he had anything real to do with you.

Lee put the car in drive and slowly inched down the road next to you, still trying to keep a conversation going.

“Ya know, I like a headstrong woman,”

“I bet you do,”

“Now come on, one little dinner with me wouldn’t kill ya, would it?” you rolled your eyes. Not as annoyed as you should have been, you were flattered by the attention he gave you but it was all for naught.

“I actually don’t know about that sheriff, from what I hear, it could be pretty bad,” Lee’s eyebrows furrowed, he wasn’t sure what it was going to take to convince you but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I see you listen to town gossip, most of what you heard probably isn’t true, doll,” he wasn’t lying, most of the town gossip was bred out of jealousy and boredom. He was actually a decent guy given the chance. Sure, he’d screw around a little bit early in his career as sheriff, but it was nothing more than usual and he was actually really caring toward whoever was his girl.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t lie?” you kept a smirk on your face, flicking your gaze toward him every so often.

“Miss Y/N, if there’s one thing to be known about me, it’s that I never lie to a beautiful woman.” you paused for a moment after he spoke. Turning to look at him as he came to a stop, you searched his face for any semblance of a lie but it wasn’t there, he looked like he was being honest. Lee leaned over the seat again to watch your small pause, he wondered what you were thinking, if maybe you were starting to believe him, that’s what he hoped at least. You sighed and kept walking, and being followed.

Lee made chit-chat until you reached the corner where you needed to turn. It was starting to get dark and you were almost home, you didn’t want Lee to find any reason to come inside. As if you had commanded it to happen, he got a radio call about an incident he needed to take care of, so he left with a smooth “see ya tomorrow” and sped off in the opposite direction. You exhaled, glad he was gone, but missing the company.

By now it was Christmas Eve and you had gotten up early to make your final rounds of shopping. Only a couple places were open still, most closing the day before so everyone had time to spend with their families. Such a small town didn’t require everyone to be open, so there was just the market and another little shop. That worked out perfectly for you because you just needed to find a couple more gifts and some Christmas sides.

After your shopping, you went to an engraver in town to pick up an order you had placed. It was the only place in town that had an elevator, most of the shops were rundown and one story, but the engraver had a rickety old lift that helped bring down the large pieces he created. Unbeknownst to the rest of town, you had a pretty bad hip, a condition of your previous relationship. Normally, you would just take the stairs up to the workroom of the engraver, you were only getting a small piece and it didn’t constitute using the elevator. But you had a hard time getting up steps, so you chose to use the elevator.

The building was old and a bit dark, the faint clacks of a hammer on metal echoed through the cement building as blacksmiths worked on tools somewhere. As you boarded the elevator, none other than Lee Bodecker walked into the dingy old building. His round face twisted up into a smile as he saw you standing there, shopping bags in hand and a long peacoat hugging your body. You sighed softly, lips threatening a smile as you clicked the button to take you up.

Lee rushed over and stopped the elevator from closing, he stepped on and smiled at you.

“Ya know, I think it’s fate that I keep running into you, doll,” he leaned over you, one hand on his tactical belt, the other on the wall beside you.

“Or it’s stalking, sheriff,” you joked lightly. You hoped it was a coincidence, he wouldn’t have had any way of knowing where you were anyway, seeing as the gift you were picking up was for him and only you knew about it.

“What are you doing at old Benji’s anyway?”

“Just picking up a gift is all, what are you doing here?” you asked him back, a coy look spreading across your face. Lee licked his bottom lip, his smile never faded as he looked at you.

“Just the same, just a special gift for a special lady,” he winked at you. What a coincidence that you both had gotten gifts from the same place for each other. Unless of course, the “special lady” was one of the other women he was probably pursuing. You rode the elevator all the way up, getting off and greeting Benji while sneakily tucking the gift in your bag. It was rather cheesy, just a glass tankard engraved with ‘Knockemstiff Sheriff’, but you knew he loved to drink and you wanted to get him something for his endless efforts.

You both got back on the elevator and headed down to the main floor. Midway through, the elevator creaked and jammed, getting stuck where you couldn’t get out.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, banging on the console to try and get it to move. The elevator didn’t budge. Lee called out to Benji, hoping he’d hear him and come help but there was too much extra noise in the building. Lee looked at you as if to apologize, though, you didn’t know why, it’s not like he caused the thing to break. You sighed and set your bags down in the corner, sliding down the wall of the elevator until you were sitting beside your things. Lee leaned against the wall and watched you.

“Who knows how long we could be in here, we might as well consider it a date,” Lee chuckled, shooting his eyebrows up at you with a smirk.

“This is a terrible date sheriff,”

“Please, call me Lee,” his eyes softened. The little change in his expression made a new feeling rush over you. It was like you were seeing him, like seeing who he really was, he was soft and caring and just wanted you to care for him too. You looked down, fiddling with your thumbs.

“This is a terrible date, Lee,” he smiled widely at his name falling from your lips. Lee sat down across from you, making conversation like you’d never had. He was actually discussing things, what he does daily as a cop, his past, his life. It was new, usually, you only talked about how much he wanted you, brief greetings in passing, but now he was talking to you.

Hours passed and you were still stuck in the elevator, Lee still making conversation and getting you to open up a little bit. If you were going to be stuck with him, you might as well be civil. Eventually, you started getting tired. Slumping your head over as you failed repeatedly to stay awake, hoping help would come so you could go get into bed. Lee took notice of this and offered his lap for your head, you refused and stayed leaned against the wall, head bobbing and eyes getting heavy.

It wasn’t long before you fell fully asleep, your head pressed against one wall of the elevator and one knee pulled up to your chest. Lee was still awake, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing. You were gorgeous, he admired every little detail about you with a smile. He took off his jacket and put it aside, reaching over to you and laying you gently on the ground next to him with your head on his outstretched arm. He laid his jacket on your body and hoped you were warm enough. It was pretty cold, but he didn’t want to cross any boundaries by cuddling you, so this would suffice.

Another couple of hours passed and Lee had fallen asleep too. You were now pressed against his body, arm slung over his soft chest and one leg pulled on top of his. He hadn’t moved much though, just his free hand laying on your forearm gently. You were shocked awake by the movement of the elevator, sitting up abruptly as you began to shift downward. Lee sat up, groggily coming to his senses about where he was. You looked at him shyly, standing up and gathering your things. Lee didn’t say anything yet, just brushed a hand along the back of his neck, unsure if he made you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you handed him back his jacket, offering a warm smile. You thought it was sweet, you hadn’t taken the sheriff as someone who would make sure you were comfortable.

“Any time, darlin’,” he smiled back, slipping his jacket back on and offering you a ride back home. This time you took it.

After you napped some more, you got up and started your day. It was Christmas, so you spent the day baking and going around town giving people their gifts. You only had a few stops to make, three friends from work and the sheriff. You saved Lee for last, considering staying with him a bit longer if he was available. You knocked on his door but there was no answer. You were confused because you knew he wasn’t going to work that day and everywhere was closed. You waited a little longer but he never showed, so you decided to just head home. You set his gift on your dining table and went into the kitchen to grab some of the cookies you baked.

The phone rang and you picked it up, setting your plate of treats back down to the counter. The voice on the other end was one of the nurses at the hospital, she spoke softly so as to not alarm you.

“Lee is here,” you thought that was odd, he knew you didn’t work today so there was no reason for him to be there, unless.

“Madge, why is he there?” your voice was a little shaky, worried about what her answer would be.

“Y/N, he got shot in the stomach and arm, Dr. Reynolds is treating him now but I thought you’d want to know,” your heart sank. The thought of losing him hurt your soul, a part of you wanted to go out with him, to finally give in to his sweet charm and hold him. That part became ever so obvious at that moment, you realized just how much you cared for the sheriff and would thoroughly be upset for never taking a chance. You hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital, driving your yellow 1964 Mustang instead of your usual walking method.

You entered the room where Lee was recovering from surgery. He was laid up in bed asleep, bandages around his arm and abdomen. He looked so peaceful, so sweet and innocent. You took off your coat and laid it on the chair, sitting beside his bed, listening to him sleep. His chest slowly rose and fell in his drug-induced slumber. You admired his face, so soft without the stress of waking life, every wrinkle and stress line was relaxed and his cheeks were full and round. You had to admit he was beautiful.

You stayed in that chair for an hour before he woke up, barely able to open his eyes as he looked around the room. You were the only one there besides the other nurse but she only came in once, leaving him to you since you knew what to do. Lee turned his head and saw you sitting beside him, an instant smile sweeping across his face as his eyes barely hung open.

“My darlin’, you’re everywhere I look. You must care ‘bout me unless I’m in heaven right now.” His voice was drawn out and slurred from the drugs but the joy in his voice was present. You smiled and stood up, standing next to his bed and running a couple fingers through his hair.

“You’re alive sheriff-” he cut you off, eyebrows pushing together as he shook his head slightly.

“What did I say about that, doll?”

“Sorry, you’re alive Lee, just banged up pretty bad,” his smile came back then fell away again, starting to feel the wounds in his body. He’d gotten caught between some people robbing one of the stores and ended up on the wrong side of a gun. He’d pull through, but he’d need to take a few weeks to heal up and you knew he probably needed someone to take care of him so he doesn’t overdo it.

“And you came here to see me, aw-shucks baby,”

“Lee, I’m a nurse, it’s in my nature. Plus, this is the most action I’ve seen the entire time I’ve been here, I wasn’t gonna pass up some bullet holes.” You teased, resting your hand on the bed. Lee chuckled then immediately regretted it, the pain in his stomach swelled up and spread through his body. He groaned, face twisting in pain. You frowned. You didn’t like seeing him like this, all vulnerable and hurt, the hurt of no one else visiting also showed on his face and you just wanted to comfort him. You stayed with him until you had to leave, needing to rest before your shift began. He protested heavily but there were other post-Christmas patients that needed tending.

A week passed and Lee was being discharged. You came into his room and he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to get his belt buckled with one hand. You chuckled as you came around him, taking his hand in yours and pulling it away from the belt.

“Let me,” you smiled at him, pulling the belt tight and slipping it through the buckle. Lee swallowed hard as he watched you handle his belt, jaw clenching at the closeness and tease of your fingers at his waistline. He’d often imagined you playing with his belt, delicate fingers unbuckling it and letting it fall open before your hands worked on the button and zipper of his pants. The tension grew as you leaned into him, pushing his body back against the bed as you reached for his jacket. Your nose almost touched his as his eyes flicked between yours and your lips. When you pulled back, Lee exhaled, not realizing he was holding his breath. God, you did things to him. His heart was racing and he was glad to not be hooked up to the monitor anymore. You were fully aware of what you were doing, admittedly you liked to tease him a bit, wanting to allow yourself to fall for him but never being able to commit.

“Come on, I’m taking you home,” you said as you handed him the jacket. His ears perked up and a smile crept back on his face.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for you to come on by,”

“To rest, Lee.” You rolled your eyes at him. Helping him with his things as he winced all the way to the car. He slid a hand over the top of your Mustang with an approving smile. He hadn’t seen it before, you usually kept it under a tarp at home and walked everywhere. He wasn’t sure why you would hide such a beautiful car but you wanted to strengthen your hip back up after your previous injury to it, that’s why you loved to walk.

When you arrived at his house, you helped him out of the car, sliding the keys from his jacket pocket and letting him inside. Lee sat on the couch with a groan and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. You laid out his prescriptions on the table and told him what they were and when to take them.

“You got any water here?” you asked as you headed to the kitchen.

“A beer will be fine,” you rolled your eyes, checking the fridge for any bottles but only seeing cases of alcohol and barely any food. You searched the cabinets until you found the cups, an assortment of mismatched dishes cluttered the shelves. You grabbed one of the only ones that didn’t have a chip in it, filled it with tap water, and brought it back into the living room, setting it next to the pills.

“No beer, Lee, I mean it. Not while you’re taking these pills. And you need to get some food in here, what do you even eat?”

“I go to the diner, no need keepin’ food here,” he gave you an innocent smile. You tsked and headed for the door.

“Stay there, and don’t get a beer, please?” you looked at him as he threw his hands up.

“Just for you, I won’t, darlin’,” you shook your head and left, heading to the grocery store to pick him up some items.

When you came back, Lee was changed into something more comfortable and was laying on the couch asleep. The radio played music softly in the background and the glass of water on the table was almost empty. You grabbed the old quilt from the back of the couch and laid it over him, bringing his uninjured arm, which hung to the floor, up to lay on the couch. You let him sleep as you unloaded the groceries and prepared him some lunch.

An hour had passed as you stocked his kitchen and made a full meal, including some for leftovers he could just reheat. You removed the alcohol from the fridge and placed it up high, somewhere out of sight so he’d be more likely to just grab something healthy instead. You plated his food and brought it into the living room.

“Lee?” you gently brushed his arm, trying not to startle him awake. He started to stir and you whispered his name again.

“My darlin’,” he didn’t open his eyes but reached up to grab your hand that was on his arm. You melted a little at his touch, he was warm and his rough hand was big on yours. You watched him slowly wake up, eyes fluttering open to see your beautiful face standing over him. “Beautiful as ever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, he was going to wear you down enough with his praise that you would at least go to dinner with him.

“You need to eat,” you helped him sit up and handed him the plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Gravy covered everything but the veggies and a new glass of water sat on the table. You brought over one of his TV dinner trays and set it up in front of him.

“I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages, you’re too good to me,” he reached over and grabbed your hand again and squeezed it, his eyes full of love. No one had ever really treated him with real respect and kindness, especially after hearing about his scandals, but despite you rejecting him, you still treated him kindly.

“It’s just lunch, Lee, don’t get your hopes up,” you reminded him. You didn’t fully believe that you could resist him though, seeing his stupidly sweet smile every time he looked at you was giving you hope and butterflies. You sat in the armchair next to the couch and ate with him, going over his healing process and what he can and cannot do. He was actually pleasant company, he talked about things he didn’t with other people and he seemed more personable than he did in uniform.

The day had gone by pretty quickly and you had to get back to work. You cleaned up the dishes and told him about his new groceries, demanding that he eat at home instead of trying to drive to the diner. The chuckle he gave you wasn’t convincing you that he’d actually do as you said, but you couldn’t control his every move.

“Alright, Lee, I gotta go now,” you picked up your coat from the back of the armchair and slid into it.

“Aw, darlin’, don’t go, we were having such a good time.” His voice was pleading and sweet, it would’ve gotten you to stay if you didn’t need to be at work. You looked over his face, his blue eyes staring up at you from the couch with his right arm in a sling. He looked sad, the creeping feeling of being alone overtaking his expression and dimming his eyes. You didn’t want to care about him as much as you did, you wished you could just forget about him and go on with your life alone. But here he was, looking forlorn and lost, desperate for you to stay, and you couldn’t help but feel for him.

“I’ll be back, but I gotta work, Lee. Just be good and try to rest.” You walked over to him, pressing a firm kiss to the top of his head. He melted into it, it had been so long since he’d felt any affection, especially one that seemed genuine. When you left, he slumped into the couch, the loneliness creeping back in as he looked around the empty house, already missing your liveliness and presence.

You visited him every day, taking your lunch breaks to eat with him and coming before and after work to make sure he was doing alright. At night, you’d help him clean his wounds and tell him how to properly bathe without irritating the injuries. He had insisted that you give him the sponge bath, stating that it hurt too much for him to do it himself, but you knew better. You’d roll your eyes and catch his smirk, he knew you wouldn’t fall for it but he had to try.

One night he had tried to go back to work too early and split his stitches open. Instead of going back to the hospital, he just asked that you stitch him up on the couch, to save himself the embarrassment of doing too much too early. You did as such, gently cleaning and stitching the wound as he watched you. Your hands were steady, carefully moving the needle between his skin and knotting it in place. You did this until he had a line of stitches along his abdomen.

After that, you had been staying on his couch, worried that he might cause himself more harm. You brought over some blankets and pillows and a small tote of things you needed and made camp in his living room. After the third night, your body was beginning to feel the effects of the lumpy old couch and you were moving around slower. Your back constantly ached and you couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Lee had taken notice of this and insisted that you sleep in his bed. Naturally, you refused, settling yourself back onto the couch and telling him to go to sleep, but he tossed his blanket over his shoulder and came out to the living room.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he lightly kicked your leg to get you to move.

“Lee, you literally have bullet holes in your body, I’m not gonna allow you to sleep on the couch,” you didn’t budge. Instead, you laid down, sliding your blanket over your body. “Go to bed, sheriff.”

“No,” he dropped his blanket and tore yours off, “either I sleep here or we both sleep in the bed, doll, your choice.” He was stubborn, refusing to let you be uncomfortable, especially because of him. You looked at him with disbelief, scrambling to pick up your blanket. You stood up with a huff and rolled your eyes, heading to the bedroom. Lee laid his blanket on the couch, not wanting to assume that you would allow him to sleep next to you. You peaked your head from around the corner and watched him struggle with the blanket.

“Lee, get in here.” He turned around trying to force back a smirk. He followed you into the room and tossed the bedding down.

“Just, just stay on your side, okay?” you sighed, creating a small wall between you with the top sheet. Lee just hummed, settling into the bed and watching you get comfortable. You brought your blanket up to your chin and wrapped up in it. It was a cold December night and his heater was broken, the sight of snow gently falling outside the window only made you colder. You shut your eyes, trying to think of warm places as you curled up.

“It’s warmer over here,” Lee said, voice laced with impure intentions. You didn’t move, just sighed as you ignored his advances. “I’m just sayin’, I hate to see my darlin’ all cold when she could be cuddled up over here,”

“Lee, I’m not your darlin’ and I’m fine where I am,” a small shiver went through your body causing him to chuckle.

“Alright, well if you want to be warm, all you gotta do is ask,” he settled into the mattress, pulling his own blanket up and shutting his eyes. You listened to his breathing as you tried to doze off to sleep. It was steady and calm, the air sweeping gently through his nostrils and out his mouth. You tried to tuck yourself as far as you could into your nook but you couldn’t get any warmer. The blanket wasn’t thick enough to shield you from the crisp winter air, so you had no choice but to turn over, considering cuddling up to Lee. You watched him for a moment, seeing if he would open his eyes at the movement on the bed. He laid there peacefully, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape.

When he didn’t stir, you lightly scooted over, moving the top sheet and gently lifting his blanket. You pressed your body against his and fuck was it warm. You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him, bringing your blanket on top of the both of you and melting against his warm skin. Lee didn’t move, he felt your body lay against his and he suppressed a smile, glad that you felt comfortable enough to take solace in his presence. He loved feeling you against him, your cold body chilling his but warming up quickly. He could stay like that forever.

The next morning, you woke up sprawled out on Lee’s chest. His arm was around your back and you laid lazily across him. He was still asleep, pudgy chest rising and falling with each breath. Admittedly, you wanted to nuzzle against him, planting a kiss on his neck until he woke up and wrapped you in his arms. You had opened yourself up to him more and thought maybe you could allow him in. That was until a sharp pain shot from your hip through the length of your leg.

You jolted up, letting out a small screech in pain as you tried to calm it. Lee startled awake, eyes finding you curled up in a fetal position at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his southern drawl was riddled with concern. He forgot about his own pain as he sat up and reached out to you. You couldn’t speak, the pain pulsing through your body like a thunderous storm. Lee laid his hand on your arm, not wanting to break any boundaries but wanting to let you know he was there. His touch calmed you down as you let the pain run its course, finally subsiding to a small burn in your hip. You straightened out, relaxing for a moment before turning toward him. His face was twisted up with worry as he watched you.

“I’m fine, Lee, I just get some pain in my hip now and then,” you said, not wanting to reveal too much. His hand rubbed your arm, a small gesture of comfort.

“That seemed a little more than some pain, darlin’, you know you can tell me anythin’?” His voice was sincere, he wanted to know how he could help and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around him. You sighed, reassuring yourself it was okay to let him in and realizing he probably wouldn’t have let it go anyway.

“Well, ya see back in my hometown, I was engaged to this guy, Darryl. He was all charming at first, took me on dates and scenic views, but after we got engaged he started getting violent,” you clenched your jaw, trying not to relive the memories.

“He would get real angry if things weren’t to his liking, which was every day, and he’d take it out on me. One time it got really bad and he ended up breaking my hip. But after so many trips to the doctor already, he wouldn’t let me go get it looked at so I had to set it myself. It’s never really healed properly and that’s why I have pain. I try to walk to strengthen it, but it doesn’t really go away.” You were wiping away tears now, unable to look him in the eye. You felt shame for some reason, maybe you thought he’d think less of you for it, for staying so long, for ‘allowing’ yourself to be put through that, maybe the fact you were engaged would put him off, you weren’t sure but you just felt embarrassed.

Lee had all but broken down. His eyes were so soft as he looked at you, hurt for what you’d been through, hurt for you going through it alone. He wrapped his arms around you, wincing at the pain in one of them but pulling you close to his chest. You were surprised at his reaction, not wanting to believe he could care about you.

“Oh darlin’, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he kissed your forehead tenderly, melting away your worries, “but you listen here, I ain’t no lowdown dog that would lay a hand on you like that, any man that would do that to a woman ain’t a man at all. You deserve to be treated with respect, you deserve the world, princess.” Lee’s voice was stern but soft, he wasn’t asking you to believe him, he was telling you matter of factly.

You pressed further into him, accepting his embrace like a warm blanket. You stayed in silence for a while as he comforted you, rubbing small circles into your back and secretly plotting ways to get back at your ex until you had to leave.

“Will I see you back in the morning, doll?” he asked as you put on your coat.

“Actually, I was thinking I could take a break tonight and we can go get dinner?” you smirked at him. Lee’s eyes lit up as you finally accepted his dinner proposal. His round cheeks grew with a large smile and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“It’s a date,” he winked, the excitement unable to be hidden on his face. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and headed out the door.

You and Lee were back at his house after dinner, laying on his double bed and cuddled up for warmth. When you told your boss you were taking your break to go to dinner with the sheriff, she gave you the rest of the night off, relieved that you were finally accepting his many, many attempts to take you out. His infatuation with you was the talk of the town and people had begun to make bets about when you’d finally agree. The nights at the hospital were always slow anyway, so they’d survive without you. This gave you time to look all nice for him and spend the night at his place.

Lee was gaining more mobility in his arm and didn’t need the sling anymore. He still couldn’t work but he had mustered up enough strength to take a trip to your hometown and find Darryl. When the sheriff knocked on the door of his trailer, he was ready to grab the gun from its holster and shoot him on the spot, but he didn’t think you’d take too kindly to that type of behavior. A good beating was at least forgivable. So, when Darryl answered the door, Lee only hesitated to confirm his identity before laying a brutal beating onto him. He left him bloody and begging for mercy, promising to never cross paths with you again as he sat in his piss-covered jeans.

Lee couldn’t hide his torn-up knuckles from you but seeing the look on his face when you asked where he got the injury was all the information you needed. You knew he had probably visited Darryl, you weren’t sure if he was still alive or not but honestly, you didn’t really care to know. It did make you feel a whole lot better knowing that Lee cared enough to do something like that for you.

Now that you were laid up in bed with him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. You knew by now that Lee was kind and meant well, and seeing how he acted with you told you that he did care. Another feeling arose that you couldn’t ignore for much longer, and that was one of lust. Seeing how soft he was with you and how much he respected you, made you long for him even more.

Lee was going on about his life and absentmindedly caressed your arm, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You lifted your head from his broad shoulder to look at him, admiring the roundness of his cheeks and how his hardness melted away when he was with you. You smiled at him, your newfound silence making him pause and glance at your watchful eyes.

“Darlin’?” he pushed his eyebrows together and raised them, the movement of his hand stopped as he waited for your response. You didn’t speak, only giving in to the building tension and leaning over to kiss his soft lips. Lee froze, stunned that you had made the first move, especially after months of chase. But he soon twisted his lips into a smile and kissed you back, his hand sliding from your arm to the back of your head. You closed your eyes and moaned softly into him, your emotions overwhelming you as you let go.

Lee was gentle and passionate, being mindful to not do anything you didn’t want. As much as he wanted you, he wanted you to be in control, to navigate where this went. And you did. You pulled him closer, bringing your hand to the back of his neck and deepening the kiss until his body was pressed against yours. Lee hummed softly against your lips, any pain he felt was absent as his mind was just on you. He brought his hand down to your hip and pulled at the skirt of your dress, shifting it up your thighs for mobility. You allowed him to expose your legs, then tossed one over his waist and straddled him. Lee groaned at the shift of weight against his abdomen wound and you pulled back.

“Sorry, do you want me to move?” you asked, lifting your hips up a bit to relieve the pressure.

“Darlin’, I’ve been waiting months to see you on top of me like this, don’t you go anywhere,” you let out a chuckle as his southern accent filled your ears. You leaned back down and kissed him, trailing your lips from his along his jawline and down his neck, nibbling at the skin. Lee moaned and brought his hands up your dress to your ribs, kneading your soft flesh. You pressed your hips against his growing crotch, teasing him through his sweats. The more you ground against him, the more you felt the pressure of his growth on you.

Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling every inch of his squishy body. You loved how pudgy he was, soft fluff over his strong muscles that was perfect for squeezing and cuddling. You couldn’t believe that you had found someone who seemed to love everything about you. It was intoxicating, despite denying him for so long, you were glad that he never gave up. You found yourself enjoying every little attempt he made to get you here, every passing smile and routine visit to the hospital, just to chat and see you, to see if you were ready to take him up on his offer. He was persistent and you loved that.

Lee sat up, keeping you straddled on his lap as he discarded his shirt, revealing scars and a hairy chest. You bit your lip, running your fingers through the hair before holding his cheeks as you kissed him again. Lee moaned into you, the taste of your lips was better than any drug, he was high on you, and every time your tongue slipped into his mouth he thought he was in heaven. He pulled at your dress, breaking the kiss only to yank it off your body then slammed his face back to yours. You felt electricity rush through your body, an eagerness, and excitement that you could barely contain.

“I want you, Lee, I want you so much,” your voice was breathy and soft, the words spilled from your lips like honey, sweet and slow. He flashed his eyes to yours and you saw the world in them. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and you were to him.

“Come here, doll,” Lee pulled you against his body, flipping you over and laying your back on the bed with a surprised laugh. The cold air was warm around you, thick with humidity and sexual desire. Lee hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs, revealing your dripping core. His jaw clenched at the sight before him, seeing you so wet for him made his heart pound. Lee wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you in place, dipping his face to your slit and placing a tender kiss on it. He looked up at you, admiring your face before he dove into you.

Lee sucked on your clit with such vigor, moaning at the taste of you finally on his tongue. You gripped the sheets as his head bobbed, licking long stripes up your tingling pussy.

“Oh, Lee, that feels so good!” you moaned out, unable to control your breathing as he worked wonders on you. You felt his mouth curl into a smile, tongue never losing pace. Lee pressed further into you, his breathing impacted by your flesh as he sucked on your core. As your moans became more frantic, his pace picked up, tasting every nook and fold of your pussy until you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You cussed out, hands finding his on your thighs and gripping them tightly. Your orgasm rocked through your body in a way that you never felt before. The feeling of his mouth was overwhelming, it was like he was performing magic, swirling and sucking until your legs couldn’t stop shaking and you were gushing into his mouth.

Lee licked up every drop of you, tongue soothing your swollen folds. You were a bit mad at yourself for waiting so long, denying yourself this type of pleasure was soul-crushing, but you were glad to finally be here under his body. Lee sucked on your thighs, biting the soft skin gently before laying kisses in the crease of your hip. He kissed your injured hip so tenderly and lovingly before trailing up your stomach to your breasts. He kneaded one in his hand and sucked on the other, leaving the nipple hard as the cold air graced it. He came up and kissed your lips, engulfing you in such a passionate embrace that could only be compared to the crashing waves of a tsunami, strong and overpowering.

You gripped his back, bringing him closer until you thought you’d meld into one. Lee pressed his crotch against yours, slowly grinding as he moaned against your lips, desperate to feel your walls around him. You pushed at the top of his sweatpants until his hips were bare, he finished your task and took off the pants, returning back to your center. Lee kissed your neck, sucking hard enough that there would definitely be marks in the morning. That would surely be a popular topic of discussion when you went back to work.

Lee lined himself up at your entrance, flicking his eyes to yours before pushing his way in. You gasped at his size, your tight walls gripped his cock as he struggled to push in all the way.

“Is this okay, darlin’?” he whispered into your skin, his lips pressed lightly just under your ear. You nodded, nails digging into his smooth back.

“Yes baby, you’re just so much bigger than I thought,” your voice was shaky, still trying to settle from the intense orgasm he gave you and trying to adjust to his cock. He smirked and hummed against your skin, slowly moving back and forth to loosen you up and get you more comfortable. As your walls began to slick, his thrusts became easier, allowing him to push all the way in until his balls slapped against your body.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, ya know that?” he growled against you, his hips bucking forward with a few hard movements. You couldn’t speak, only high-pitched moans left your mouth as you felt him fill you up. Lee started going faster, the feeling of your wetness coating him made his eyes roll back. He squeezed them shut, trying to focus on lasting long enough for you to cum again. You were everything he dreamed of, soft and sweet, dripping wet for him and moaning wildly. Your gorgeous body was enough to fill him with uncontrollable lust.

“Oh fuck, Lee, right there, just like that sheriff!” You screamed out as he hit your g-spot. He perked up when you called him sheriff. He’d always wanted you to call him by his name, everyone called him sheriff, but now that you were moaning it? It sent him into a frenzy.

“Oh darlin’,” Lee’s voice was drawn out, your words lingering on his mind and making him well up with pleasure. He kept his pace, not wanting to lose your high. He felt his own orgasm bubbling up in his lower abdomen and he held on as long as he could. With a few more strong thrusts, you were squirting on his cock and drenching his body and bed. The grip of your quivering core made him moan so loudly you thought the neighbors would hear it. He shot his warm load into you, filling you up until it dripped out around his cock.

After you were cleaned up, you were cuddled up next to Lee, fingers lightly playing with his chest hair. You felt safe in his arms, not worried about your past or his, just wanting to stay with him like that forever. Forever ended when you remembered that you hadn’t even given him his Christmas present. You sat up in bed and rushed off to the living room without a word. Lee was puzzled, wondering where you were going until you came back with a wrapped box.

“I never did give you this,” you smiled as you handed him the box. He chuckled and accepted it, sitting up to lean against the headboard. You watched him open the gift and his eyes softened.

“I know it ain’t much, but I thought you’d enjoy it. Maybe once you’re off your meds you can actually put it to use,” you explained, shyly rubbing the back of your neck. Lee marveled at it before setting it on the nightstand and leaning over to kiss you.

“It’s perfect darlin’,” when he pulled away, he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a long black jewelry box. He handed it to you and you looked at it surprised. When you opened the box, inside was a silver chain with the word “darling” encrusted with tiny jewels. You audibly gasped as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Lee, this is too much, I can’t accept this,” you shut the box and handed it back to him. He refused to take it back, pushing it toward you with a sweet smirk.

It was Christmas Eve, and Lord did the universe want it to be a white Christmas. The blizzard outside the large windows was blinding and deafening. The wind sounded like a train as it rattled the glass, and the pelting snow was like tiny bullets that you thought could shatter it at any moment.

Fuck. You couldn't get comfortable, flipping and wrapping and flipping and wrapping, until you were cocooned in your fluffy duvet. The temperature read a crisp 17 degrees Fahrenheit on the digital thermostat in your room. You struggled to get warm, pushing yourself as far as possible into the corner of your bed, surrounded by pillows and other blankets. Anything to provide some kind of warmth.

You watched the white flurry, imagining it was a warm and sunny island. Somewhere that you could bask in the sun for some much-needed vitamin D. Mm, vitamin D, you know who could give you some D? Your roommate Bucky. You shook the intrusive thoughts from your mind, coming back to reality and seeing the cold death outside again. You groaned, flipping over to stare at your door.

It had been seven months since you moved in with Bucky. You were a rough, emotionally damaged mess of an assassin when he and Sam took you in from Madripoor. Your life had never known peace, just criminal dealings such as theft, spying, counterfeiting, oh and a big one, murder. You had run into them while working with the Power Broker, and after they needed your help and vice versa, they had offered to bring you back to the States for “rehabilitation”. You were anxious at first, never knowing the feeling of love and friendship, but it was something you had grown to welcome.

Since Bucky was all alone in New York, he figured you could stay with him until you got your bearings. As the months went on, it became increasingly obvious that you both liked each other and he didn’t want you to move out. Though, it was only obvious to those around you. Both you and Bucky were oblivious to the mutual pining and it had surpassed being annoying to others since you acted like a couple that was on the brink of marriage.

You clicked your tongue, deciding whether or not to go find Bucky for warmth, running all the scenarios through your head. What if he gets weirded out? What if he’s already asleep? Surely, he is, I don’t want to bother him. What if he’s masturbating? Does he masturbate? Does he use the metal hand? I wonder if he has more stamina if he does…you shook the thoughts from your mind, springing up out of bed with your blanket wrapped around you like a cloak. You anxiously tiptoed out of your room, peering around the corners to investigate for any signs of life.

Sometimes Bucky would be awake, unable to sleep because of the nightmares and he would just sit on the floor in the living room. You practically had to beg to get furniture so there was actually a couch in there now. When you didn’t notice any signs of him outside of his room, you went to his door, hesitating before gently tapping your knuckles to it. No answer. There was no light under the door and no sound, so you figured he wasn’t in any sexually explicit positions. You gently knocked again, this time you opened the door slowly. Peeking inside you saw a lump on the bed. Curled up under the blanket was a sleeping Bucky.

You tiptoed over to him, seeing the lump of his body slowly rising and falling with each calm breath he took. You smiled, your body rushing with warmth at the sight. His resting face was so peaceful, his eyes gently closed and mouth slightly agape; his lips were pink and looked soft, so soft. You couldn’t see any of his body because he had the blanket pulled up to his chin, just as you had, so you figured he was probably freezing as well. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the closeness and hoped not to scare him, then you pulled his blanket back enough to slide into the bed.

Bucky immediately felt the dip in the mattress as you climbed in, whipping around startled to see you like a deer in headlights. Your descent into the bed was already in motion, so when he turned around, you toppled over and fell right on his chest. Unexpectedly, he let out a very loud scream which caused you to audibly gasp and start choking on the air that whipped into your throat. The noise he made surprised even him, causing his cheek to burn red with embarrassment. You were tangled in your blanket and pressed against his chest as you tried to calm your cough, Bucky was frantic, unsure how to help or even register what was happening. He tugged your blanket away from your body as you squirmed, trying to get out of it, and finally, he got you free.

You calmed down and sat up, sitting on heels and covering your face with the blanket.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” your voice was shaky and coarse, riddled with humiliation as you tried to hide under the thick fabric. Bucky was equally as embarrassed, maybe more. The last time he remembered screaming like that was when he fell off the train.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to scream at you like that, oh god…” he covered his face with his hands, trying desperately to stop the painful blush that turned him into a tomato, “what are you doing in here?” he asked through his hand, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

“Oh–oh yeah, I was just cold…I thought we could be warm together…” your sentences were broken by long sighs. You peeked over your blanket to look at Bucky. He had separated his fingers to glance at you but upon meeting your gaze, he shuddered away again.

“I see, well, if you’re not too weirded out, you can stay. I’d actually love the company,” he moved his hand and you could see how red he still was, it was cute. Your own embarrassment subsided as you were overtaken by how sweet and innocent he looked. Bucky only grew more red as you stared at him. He was sure you were making fun of him in your head, probably laughing at how he was blushing, but you were actually awestruck. His dark hair was messy and blue eyes were illuminated by the snowy moonlight that leaked into the room.

“What are you looking at?” he braved the question, worried about the answer.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said immediately, eyes widening as the words fell haphazardly from your lips. Bucky’s eyes twitched wider, the blush getting brighter as it took over his whole face. He was speechless. That was not at all what he was expecting you to say but he couldn’t help but love hearing it.

“Sorry…that was, oh god, sorry. Maybe I’ll just go back to my room,” you rustled around the blankets to get up. You needed to hide, to get away from him, why would you say that?? Now he knows you like him, you idiot. You’re going to have to move, he’s never going to want to talk to you again, oh god, oh g-

“You’re gorgeous too,” the words struck the thoughts right out of your head. You looked at him, your blanket wadded up in your arms like a child holding too many toys. Bucky was sitting up now, his body turned toward you. He was shirtless, in the fucking winter? Seriously, Barnes, and had extended his arm out to you. “Stay, please?” His voice was soft and inviting.

You took his hand, dropping your blanket and climbing in next to him. Bucky helped cover the both of you with each blanket and wrapped his bare arm around your body, pulling you against his skin. You rested your head on his shoulder and laid your hand on his chest before hesitantly pulling it away, unsure if he wanted you to touch his naked body.

“Sorry,” you whispered, settling your hand between your bodies with it tucked under your ribs. Bucky chuckled, reaching his metal hand over and pulling your wrist until your hand was free. He laid it over his heart, his palm against the back of your hand, fingers gripping it tightly.

“After you had to hear me scream like that, I think we’ve crossed over the ‘just friends’ border. Next thing you know, I’ll be taking you on a date,” Bucky laughed, looking down to meet your eyes. He wanted to see if the words scared you off at all, or if you’d be into going out with him. When your eyes lit up, he smiled, the knot in his stomach relaxing.

“Good, because I don’t usually lay naked with people I’m not dating,” you winked.

“Technically we’re not laying naked together seeing as you still have your clothes on, but feel free to change that,” he returned the wink, eyes traveling down your body for a moment.

“Maybe after the date, Barnes,” he scrunched his nose with a big smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzled his neck, glad you decided to come to his room, you were already so much warmer. Bucky broke the peaceful silence, the earlier event still on his mind.

“Did you even knock? I could have been masturbating,” he questioned, eyes still closed. You laughed, looking up at his face. The movement caused him to look down at you.

“Ah, so you do masturbate. Do you use the metal arm?” he pulled his eyebrows together for a moment, a million questions running through his mind. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes with a smile and shook his head in disbelief. You shrugged and rested your head back on his shoulder. After a few long moments, Bucky kissed the top of your head, whispering low.

You watched Steve jokingly toss around the ornament as if he were dropping it and you scowled at him, he knew you weren’t actually mad, he loved to tease you and you really did love his playful side. However, you spent a lot of money on those little glass orbs, and would it just be your luck that he accidentally dropped one.

“Steve! Be careful with that!” You yelled at your boyfriend who was being a little too careless with the glass ornaments you bought from the Christmas market. You always had plastic ornaments growing up due to your family’s pets and small kids but now you just lived with Steve, so you decided to get the really cute, homemade ornaments you found that matched perfectly with the aesthetic of your home.

Steve gently handed you the ornament with a smile.

“My lady,” he bowed, eyes flicking up to yours until you couldn’t help but break into a smile too.

“You play too much,” you took the ornament and hung it on the tree. He stood up and wrapped his large arms around your chubby waist, bringing his lips to your temple and leaving a soft kiss.

“You love it, just admit it,” his beard grazed your skin as he kissed down your face to your neck. You leaned into him. His body was big and muscular, perfectly shaped, and hugged yours like a matching puzzle piece. You turned around and admired him. His dark roots were growing into the blond of his hair, and his full beard was soft and smelled like coconut.

You ran your fingers over his facial hair and gazed into his blue eyes; they were full of love and felt like they were piercing straight through your soul. He was gorgeous, you loved everything about him. But the way he looked at you, like he was so in love, so consumed by your presence, like you were the only thing that mattered, that was your favorite thing. He could tell you every way he loved you without saying a word.

You kissed his soft lips and he brought his hands to your face, bringing you in for more when you pulled away until you were smiling against his mouth. Steve hummed and placed quick, soft kisses on you and pressed his body closer to yours.

“I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” Steve kissed and kissed until you were giggling.

“I love you so much, Steve,” you whispered in between kisses. He finally pulled away and looked at you again, those eyes still so full of adoration. You pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him away, turning back to the tree to focus on finishing it.

Steve hung Christmas lights around the living room while you finished the tree, hooking some along the fireplace and the length of the walls. The tree had a different color of lights to offset it from the rest.

“Star time!” You called out to Steve, who just finished hanging the last strand of lights. He chuckled and came over to you, gripping his large hands into your hip dips, getting a good hold on you before lifting your body up to reach the top of the very tall tree. You loved that he picked you up, you were a heavyset gal and loved being lifted, held, and carried and you loved that he was willing and able to do it.

Typically, the men in your life wouldn’t even try, but Steve loved your body; every roll, the big hip dips you had that were very prominent in your leggings, the way your stomach was squishy and hung past your hip line. He loved it all.

He often would cherish your body when you were having soreness from your thighs chafing, rubbing cream where it hurt, and leaving soft kisses around the area. He was always more than willing to do the same to your breasts, gently rubbing cream on the inside of them when they’d be sore from being pushed together by your bra, or under them after rubbing against your ribs. You would compare arm sizes when you’d work out together and he would pinch the squishy skin that hung from your bicep, earning himself a squealing giggle from you.

Steve’s hands held you tight as you stuck the star on the tip of the tree, straightening out the small branch until it wasn’t crooked anymore. He slid you down, his hands slowly moving from your hips to your ribs as he set you on the ground.

“Time to plug them in, wanna do the honors?” you asked, grabbing the end of the lights and handing the plug to him. He had the wall lights attached to the ones on the trees, so with one plug all the lights would come on and illuminate the house. He took your hand, holding it with the plug, and laid a kiss on your knuckles. He then took the cord and plugged it into the wall. The whole house lit up, soft white lights on the tree and multicolored ones around the room.

Steve came back behind you and wrapped his arms around you again, kissing your plump cheek and smiling. Just then the lights started to flicker, your eyes widened as you heard zapping sounds coming from the outlet.

“Shit,” Steve rushed over to the plug but before he could unplug it, all the lights in the house shut off. He knelt down in the dark and took the plug out. “Well, I guess we’re not having Christmas lights.” He stood up with a huff and felt around for you. He found your body and kissed your forehead.

“You get the candles, I’ll check the breaker,” you told him. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, heading to the garage to see if you could solve the problem yourself.

When you came back into the living room, Steve had every candle he could find spread throughout the room and lit. He had one on the hallway table and one in the bathroom as well. It all looked very romantic, except you had to call the electrician to come fix the lights.

There was an hour wait for the power company to send someone out, so you and Steve made a pallet on the floor with all your blankets and pillows and sat in the candlelight together. He stroked your hair as you cuddled up next to him, sneaking a finger under the edge of his pants to hit that one little spot that always tickles him. His body twitched and he looked at you, you had a devilish smile on your face knowing you found the spot.

“Mm, so you want to be naughty huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow and smirked. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, bringing your hand to his hair and tugged, sending goosebumps rushing down Steve’s body. He pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips, “naughty girls get punished, is that what you want?” His voice was low and teasingly dark.

“I quite like the punishment you give out, naughty girls have the most fun,” you winked, knowing full well that his punishment was to fuck you until you were shaking. Steve smiled devilishly, bringing his lips back to yours in a crushing and passionate kiss. His hands ran across your body, tugging your shirt up and over your head as he brought his mouth to your throat. He kissed and nibbled at the neck and bit at the intersection of your neck and shoulder. You moaned out, hands grasping his smooth back under his shirt and trying desperately to bring him closer to you.

Steve flashed his eyes up to yours and watched you as he slid his tongue down your chest to your large breasts, they hung freely to the sides of your body without a bra, separating like the red sea as the weight of them forced them to nearly touch the ground you laid on.

Steve’s tongue found your left breast and licked to the large nipple. His mouth was warm but left the spot cold as he moved to gently chew the side of your breast. He grabbed it, pushing the jiggly mass up to the front of your body and sucking your nipple, stretching it in his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. You let out a small moan, feeling his other hand roll your right nipple between his fingers. His eyes never left yours as he did his work, his blue eyes darkened with lust as your moans grew louder.

Steve kissed down the center of your abdomen, his mouth feeling every stretch mark and groove of the cellulite that adorned your body. He traced his tongue over the stretch marks on your lower stomach. They looked like gorgeous lightning strikes and stretched from underneath the roll of your stomach up past your belly button. Steve kept going lower, biting the round edge of your stomach before sliding off your leggings and kissing down your thighs.

He came to his favorite part, your inner thigh. The meat there pushed out and caused a little crease, indicating the incredibly soft and squishy portion of your legs. It felt like the squishiness of your biceps, the extra skin that was plump and felt like the softest pillow known to man. But there was something about the thighs that made him go crazy.

Steve moaned as he kissed it, burying his face into that supple skin and sucking at it. He reached his arms around your thighs and settled himself in between them, biting, sucking, and kissing each one back and forth.

You moaned at the feeling, you loved the attention he gave your body, and you loved how close he was to your sweet spot. Steve flicked his eyes up at you to watch you bite your lip, hands combing through his hair. He sucked his way up your thigh until he reached your core, placing a gentle kiss against your panties before hooking his fingers in them and pulling them off. Instead of tossing them away, he wrapped them around his wrist like a bracelet and snapped it like a flimsy rubber band.

“Steve! You’re so dirty,” you laughed, seeing the panties you’d been wearing all day around his wrist.

“Shh, this is my most prized possession,” he joked, showing off the underwear like it had been passed down for seven generations. He brought his lips back to your body which made you switch back from laughing to moaning with a chuckle from him. He placed soft kisses on your wetness, tasting you on his lips after each one. Steve spread you open with two large fingers and licked a stripe up your slit. You throbbed instantly. His mouth engulfed you and his tongue flicked at your clit before licking hard strokes on it, sucking it into his mouth and releasing with a few more licks and repeating the process.

Your moans were mixed with profanities as Steve sucked on you until you were swollen and couldn’t control your throbbing. He pulled away and stuck his tongue in your vagina, pumping a few times before licking all the way up to your clit again. He did this a couple times before he curled two fingers into your wetness, rubbing around and thrusting, knowing exactly where your sweet spot was.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned his name until it was nothing more than a garbled sound. Your thighs twitched, clenching shut around his head that still tended to your clit. The softness of your thighs pressed against his hairy cheeks and the gentle scruff only added a pleasurable sensation to the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as you screamed out, releasing your orgasm onto his hand and tongue. Steve lapped it all up, moaning into your folds as he took in your orgasm.

“I thought you were going to punish me?” you asked with a smirk, trying to control your panting after being rocked with an intense orgasm. Steve flashed his eyes to you with a chuckle.

“I can fuck you hard and fast, sweetheart, deny you another orgasm? Edge you until you can’t take it anymore but never give you what you desire? Is that what you want?” his voice was dark and smooth, you knew he meant every word and while you loved when he fucked you until you couldn’t breathe, you didn’t want to be denied an orgasm. You shook your head. Steve pressed his bare chest to yours and his mouth hovered right about yours.

“Use your words,” he growled, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back. The pressure of his body and how close his face was to yours was making you get riled up again. Your breathing got heavier and you watched his face, wanting to smash it to yours in a fiery kiss.

“Make me.” You must have had a death wish, “Death by Cock”, what a headline that would be. Steve huffed with an evil smirk, knowing there was no turning back now. You just couldn’t be a good girl. His hands gripped your thick hips and he pressed his body even more into yours until it forced a breathy squeak from your throat.

“That was a mistake,” he bit your lip, tugging at it before bringing you into a deep kiss. Steve went to pull off his pants but there was a loud knock at the door that startled you both. He jumped up, heart racing as he peeked out the peephole.

“It’s the power company,” he warned you, hastily buttoning up his flannel. You threw on your clothes before he opened the door. Steve greeted the worker and explained the issue before coming to stand by your side as the man worked.

His large hand gripped your ass, sliding into the back of your leggings to feel your bare, wavy skin, remembering he still had your panties on his wrist. He took them off and shoved them in his pocket before pressing his lips to your ear.

“Steve! Be careful with that!” You yelled at your boyfriend who was being a little too careless with the glass ornaments you bought from the Christmas market. You always had plastic ornaments growing up due to your family’s pets and small kids but now you just lived with Steve, so you decided to get the really cute, homemade ornaments you found that matched perfectly with the aesthetic of your home.

You watched Steve jokingly toss around the ornament as if he were dropping it and you scowled at him, he knew you weren’t actually mad, he loved to tease you and you really did love his playful side. However, you spent a lot of money on those little glass orbs, and would it just be your luck that he accidentally dropped one.

Steve gently handed you the ornament with a smile.

“My lady,” he bowed, eyes flicking up to yours until you couldn’t help but break into a smile too.

“You play too much,” you took the ornament and hung it on the tree. He stood up and wrapped his large arms around your chubby waist, bringing his lips to your temple and leaving a soft kiss.

“You love it, just admit it,” his beard grazed your skin as he kissed down your face to your neck. You leaned into him. His body was big and muscular, perfectly shaped, and hugged yours like a matching puzzle piece. You turned around and admired him. His dark roots were growing into the blond of his hair, and his full beard was soft and smelled like coconut.

You ran your fingers over his facial hair and gazed into his blue eyes; they were full of love and felt like they were piercing straight through your soul. He was gorgeous, you loved everything about him. But the way he looked at you, like he was so in love, so consumed by your presence, like you were the only thing that mattered, that was your favorite thing. He could tell you every way he loved you without saying a word.

You kissed his soft lips and he brought his hands to your face, bringing you in for more when you pulled away until you were smiling against his mouth. Steve hummed and placed quick, soft kisses on you and pressed his body closer to yours.

“I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” Steve kissed and kissed until you were giggling.

“I love you so much, Steve,” you whispered in between kisses. He finally pulled away and looked at you again, those eyes still so full of adoration. You pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him away, turning back to the tree to focus on finishing it.

Steve hung Christmas lights around the living room while you finished the tree, hooking some along the fireplace and the length of the walls. The tree had a different color of lights to offset it from the rest.

“Star time!” You called out to Steve, who just finished hanging the last strand of lights. He chuckled and came over to you, gripping his large hands into your hip dips, getting a good hold on you before lifting your body up to reach the top of the very tall tree. You loved that he picked you up, you were a heavyset gal and loved being lifted, held, and carried and you loved that he was willing and able to do it.

Typically, the men in your life wouldn’t even try, but Steve loved your body; every roll, the big hip dips you had that were very prominent in your leggings, the way your stomach was squishy and hung past your hip line. He loved it all.

He often would cherish your body when you were having soreness from your thighs chafing, rubbing cream where it hurt, and leaving soft kisses around the area. He was always more than willing to do the same to your breasts, gently rubbing cream on the inside of them when they’d be sore from being pushed together by your bra, or under them after rubbing against your ribs. You would compare arm sizes when you’d work out together and he would pinch the squishy skin that hung from your bicep, earning himself a squealing giggle from you.

Steve’s hands held you tight as you stuck the star on the tip of the tree, straightening out the small branch until it wasn’t crooked anymore. He slid you down, his hands slowly moving from your hips to your ribs as he set you on the ground.

“Time to plug them in, wanna do the honors?” you asked, grabbing the end of the lights and handing the plug to him. He had the wall lights attached to the ones on the trees, so with one plug all the lights would come on and illuminate the house. He took your hand, holding it with the plug, and laid a kiss on your knuckles. He then took the cord and plugged it into the wall. The whole house lit up, soft white lights on the tree and multicolored ones around the room.

Steve came back behind you and wrapped his arms around you again, kissing your plump cheek and smiling. Just then the lights started to flicker, your eyes widened as you heard zapping sounds coming from the outlet.

“Shit,” Steve rushed over to the plug but before he could unplug it, all the lights in the house shut off. He knelt down in the dark and took the plug out. “Well, I guess we’re not having Christmas lights.” He stood up with a huff and felt around for you. He found your body and kissed your forehead.

“You get the candles, I’ll check the breaker,” you told him. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, heading to the garage to see if you could solve the problem yourself.

When you came back into the living room, Steve had every candle he could find spread throughout the room and lit. He had one on the hallway table and one in the bathroom as well. It all looked very romantic, except you had to call the electrician to come fix the lights.

There was an hour wait for the power company to send someone out, so you and Steve made a pallet on the floor with all your blankets and pillows and sat in the candlelight together. He stroked your hair as you cuddled up next to him, sneaking a finger under the edge of his pants to hit that one little spot that always tickles him. His body twitched and he looked at you, you had a devilish smile on your face knowing you found the spot.

“Mm, so you want to be naughty huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow and smirked. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, bringing your hand to his hair and tugged, sending goosebumps rushing down Steve’s body. He pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips, “naughty girls get punished, is that what you want?” His voice was low and teasingly dark.

“I quite like the punishment you give out, naughty girls have the most fun,” you winked, knowing full well that his punishment was to fuck you until you were shaking. Steve smiled devilishly, bringing his lips back to yours in a crushing and passionate kiss. His hands ran across your body, tugging your shirt up and over your head as he brought his mouth to your throat. He kissed and nibbled at the neck and bit at the intersection of your neck and shoulder. You moaned out, hands grasping his smooth back under his shirt and trying desperately to bring him closer to you.

Steve flashed his eyes up to yours and watched you as he slid his tongue down your chest to your large breasts, they hung freely to the sides of your body without a bra, separating like the red sea as the weight of them forced them to nearly touch the ground you laid on.

Steve's tongue found your left breast and licked to the large nipple. His mouth was warm but left the spot cold as he moved to gently chew the side of your breast. He grabbed it, pushing the jiggly mass up to the front of your body and sucking your nipple, stretching it in his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. You let out a small moan, feeling his other hand roll your right nipple between his fingers. His eyes never left yours as he did his work, his blue eyes darkened with lust as your moans grew louder.

Steve kissed down the center of your abdomen, his mouth feeling every stretch mark and groove of the cellulite that adorned your body. He traced his tongue over the stretch marks on your lower stomach. They looked like gorgeous lightning strikes and stretched from underneath the roll of your stomach up past your belly button. Steve kept going lower, biting the round edge of your stomach before sliding off your leggings and kissing down your thighs.

He came to his favorite part, your inner thigh. The meat there pushed out and caused a little crease, indicating the incredibly soft and squishy portion of your legs. It felt like the squishiness of your biceps, the extra skin that was plump and felt like the softest pillow known to man. But there was something about the thighs that made him go crazy.

Steve moaned as he kissed it, burying his face into that supple skin and sucking at it. He reached his arms around your thighs and settled himself in between them, biting, sucking, and kissing each one back and forth.

You moaned at the feeling, you loved the attention he gave your body, and you loved how close he was to your sweet spot. Steve flicked his eyes up at you to watch you bite your lip, hands combing through his hair. He sucked his way up your thigh until he reached your core, placing a gentle kiss against your panties before hooking his fingers in them and pulling them off. Instead of tossing them away, he wrapped them around his wrist like a bracelet and snapped it like a flimsy rubber band.

“Steve! You’re so dirty,” you laughed, seeing the panties you’d been wearing all day around his wrist.

“Shh, this is my most prized possession,” he joked, showing off the underwear like it had been passed down for seven generations. He brought his lips back to your body which made you switch back from laughing to moaning with a chuckle from him. He placed soft kisses on your wetness, tasting you on his lips after each one. Steve spread you open with two large fingers and licked a stripe up your slit. You throbbed instantly. His mouth engulfed you and his tongue flicked at your clit before licking hard strokes on it, sucking it into his mouth and releasing with a few more licks and repeating the process.

Your moans were mixed with profanities as Steve sucked on you until you were swollen and couldn’t control your throbbing. He pulled away and stuck his tongue in your vagina, pumping a few times before licking all the way up to your clit again. He did this a couple times before he curled two fingers into your wetness, rubbing around and thrusting, knowing exactly where your sweet spot was.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned his name until it was nothing more than a garbled sound. Your thighs twitched, clenching shut around his head that still tended to your clit. The softness of your thighs pressed against his hairy cheeks and the gentle scruff only added a pleasurable sensation to the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as you screamed out, releasing your orgasm onto his hand and tongue. Steve lapped it all up, moaning into your folds as he took in your orgasm.

“I thought you were going to punish me?” you asked with a smirk, trying to control your panting after being rocked with an intense orgasm. Steve flashed his eyes to you with a chuckle.

“I can fuck you hard and fast, sweetheart, deny you another orgasm? Edge you until you can’t take it anymore but never give you what you desire? Is that what you want?” his voice was dark and smooth, you knew he meant every word and while you loved when he fucked you until you couldn’t breathe, you didn’t want to be denied an orgasm. You shook your head. Steve pressed his bare chest to yours and his mouth hovered right about yours.

“Use your words,” he growled, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back. The pressure of his body and how close his face was to yours was making you get riled up again. Your breathing got heavier and you watched his face, wanting to smash it to yours in a fiery kiss.

“Make me.” You must have had a death wish, “Death by Cock”, what a headline that would be. Steve huffed with an evil smirk, knowing there was no turning back now. You just couldn’t be a good girl. His hands gripped your thick hips and he pressed his body even more into yours until it forced a breathy squeak from your throat.

“That was a mistake,” he bit your lip, tugging at it before bringing you into a deep kiss. Steve went to pull off his pants but there was a loud knock at the door that startled you both. He jumped up, heart racing as he peeked out the peephole.

“It’s the power company,” he warned you, hastily buttoning up his flannel. You threw on your clothes before he opened the door. Steve greeted the worker and explained the issue before coming to stand by your side as the man worked.

His large hand gripped your ass, sliding into the back of your leggings to feel your bare, wavy skin, remembering he still had your panties on his wrist. He took them off and shoved them in his pocket before pressing his lips to your ear.

You laid in bed with the thick blanket tucked under your chin as you tried to get warm. The winter air wisped through the edges of the poorly sealed window and chilled the tip of your nose, leaving it blushed red. You ached for the arrival of your partners, missing their large bodies and eternal warmth as you tried desperately to think of sun basked places. A sunny island. Florida in the Summer. Hell. Anything to trick your mind into thinking it was somewhere warm and cozy and not feeling frostbitten.

After what felt like an eternity in Antarctica, you heard the latch of the front door twisted, and the door push open with a hefty scrape. The pummeling of heavy footsteps tapped their way into the house one after the other, stomping off their snow-covered boots. You heard the welcoming sighs of warmth as the two men made their way to the bedroom where you were. Steve opened the door and flicked on the light, his eyes immediately falling on the large bump under the covers that was your body.

“Aw, is our baby cold?” His voice was sweet, the joyous undertones filled your ears and you knew he had a smile on his face. Bucky came in after him, ripping off his scarf and tossing it on the dresser. He rested his arm over Steve’s shoulder and looked at you. The only thing that could be seen was the very top of your head, your legs were curled up against your body as much as they would allow and two layers of blankets covered you. Bucky tapped Steve’s shoulder, pointing up to the ceiling where a mistletoe hung, one that wasn’t there when they left. The two men smirked, concocting plans in their heads for the rest of the night.

“I think she is, we should help her out, Stevie,” Bucky’s voice was huskier, less innocence laced it as he slid off his top layer of clothes and climbed into bed. Steve followed suit, discarding his clothes until he was just down to a tank top and boxer briefs. Both men climbed under the blankets, Steve behind you and Bucky in front, wrapping their bodies around yours as you relaxed into them. They were so much warmer than you, despite having just been outside in the snowstorm.

“Hi,” your voice was soft and almost a whisper as you nuzzled into Bucky’s chest. Steve’s arms came up under yours and he placed a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“How’s our darling doing?” Bucky asked, rubbing circles into your hip with his metal arm. You flicked your eyes up to meet his, his blue gaze penetrated your skin and made you blush, warmth rushing through your body. You turned your head slightly and looked at Steve, his face lingered barely above yours with an equally soft look.

“Cold as fuck and missing my boys,” you responded, shimmying between them as if you could cradle yourself deeper into the nook they created. Your eyes flicked up to the mistletoe briefly, wondering if they noticed before innocently looking down again.

“We’re here now, and I have a couple ideas on how we can get you to warm up,” Steve’s voice grew lustful, a playful tint covering his words as he trailed his nose along your skin.

“Especially since you clearly want a Christmas gift in bed,” he teased, looking up to the green sprigs above them. You giggled, cheeks becoming flush as they looked at you with lustful eyes.

You inhaled deeply as Steve’s large hand slid down your stomach to the hem of your sweatpants, dipping inside as if in search of treasure. As Steve’s fingers ghosted across the front of your panties, Bucky slipped his metal hand up your sweatshirt. The coolness of his fingers quickly subsided as they kneaded your breast, pinching and squeezing until you let out a small moan. The feeling of both of them playing with your body gave you goosebumps.

Bucky brought his lips to yours in a passionate and hungry embrace, his tongue slipped into your mouth and tasted every inch, wetting your lips and leaving you both breathless. Meanwhile, Steve had dipped his hand inside your panties and his thick fingers stroked your folds causing you to buck a couple times against his hand, which also caused you to grind yourself against Bucky’s crotch.

“I think she needs more to warm up, babe,” Bucky pulled away from your lips and glanced at Steve, who spoke in a sultry tone to him. A smirk crossed his lips and the man behind you pulled away, allowing Bucky to change positions and get between your legs. You moaned as you watched the metal-armed man discard your panties and nestle his face between your thighs, getting a firm grip on them.

“You want him to eat you out, baby?” Steve whispered in your ear. His hand had come up to your stomach and gently massaged it, his lips pressed against your skin as he spoke.

“Y-yes, please,” you whimpered, feeling Bucky’s hot breath tease your core and send knots through your abdomen.

“You hear that, Buck? I think she wants it,”

“I can tell, she’s already dripping, such a good girl,” Bucky moaned and licked a long stripe up your slit and placed a kiss on your trembling bud. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, holding onto Steve’s massive arm with both hands.

“Look at me, baby, I wanna see your face when he starts eating you out,” Steve turned your face toward him. You looked into his eyes with furrowed brows as Bucky began sucking on your clit. His tongue thrashed around wildly before he suckled on your clit again, his tongue moving up and down as he kept the suction on your bud, latching himself onto you more with each movement. You moaned out, clenching your core unable to relax. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you twist in pleasure, knowing that one of the loves of his life was causing the feeling only made it better.

“You like that? You like when Bucky eats you out like that, gorgeous?” Steve hummed, pressing his face against yours, talking low and feeling his own pleasure building up from just the sight. All you could do was nod, your gaze never leaving him. Bucky continued to suck and lick your dripping pussy as Steve talked dirty to you; he was merciless, never allowing you a break from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bucky! Fuck, f-” your orgasm cut you off, words becoming mere sounds as you tightened your whole body in an attempt to shield yourself from the explosive feeling rushing through you. Bucky remained latched onto you, sucking your orgasm from your body until you had nothing left. When the knots relaxed, you dropped your head against the pillow, sweat sticking your hair to your face. Steve kissed your cheek, lips trailing your features and jawline with soft growls.

“You’re so gorgeous, I bet you taste so good, Y/N,” Steve pulled away from your skin only to bring Bucky into a passionate kiss. Their lips collided and Steve could taste you on his tongue. He licked and sucked on Bucky’s tongue as his hand gripped his dark hair, deepening the kiss. You watched them as you came down from your high, pussy throbbing from the abuse it just took and the sight before you. You loved to watch them kiss, it was so passionate, so lustful and loving, you loved that you got to have that with them and that they shared the same passion for you.

Bucky pulled away and shifted over so that he was behind the other man, who traded places with him. Steve took off his underwear and pushed your legs up, gripping your thighs and scooting you down the bed until his cock was at your entrance.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Steve teased, already feeling you get wet again. Bucky reached his flesh hand down to your crotch and spread your lips open for him, his fingers grazing Steve’s cock and making him twitch.

“Please fuck me, Steve,” you begged.

“Mm, such a pretty girl, I love to hear you beg, darling,” Bucky chuckled and kissed your temple. Steve bit his bottom lip and shoved his massive length inside of you. Your eyes immediately rolled back and you held your breath. You shoved your head into the pillow as you felt him fill you up, he pushed his length all the way in until his hips were smashed against you.

Steve thrust into you, deep and rough, filling your core and sending you into a frenzy. His pants got louder as he felt your walls clench around him with each move. Meanwhile, Bucky stood on his knees and brought his own cock to your face. You gripped it in your hand, the motion of Steve fucking you caused your hand to stroke Bucky’s member. He moaned softly, his metal hand dipping into your hair and holding onto you as you took him into your mouth. Bucky’s cock was large and thick, filling your mouth until you gag.

“Easy darling, don’t want you to choke,” he chuckled. It was a devious chuckle, one that reeked of intent. He loved when you gagged on him, you could tell by the fiery look in his eyes and the fact that his cock twitched every time the sound left your lips.

You sucked on him, closing your cheeks around his length like you were eating a jolly rancher. You bobbed your head with his metal-handed guidance, precum running over your taste buds and guttural moans filling your ears. Bucky’s head hung back with his face toward the ceiling, trying to compose himself to prolong the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock.

Steve was still fucking you, his pace quickened as he watched you suck on his lover. The feeling created a deep pit within him and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The air was filled with Bucky’s moans, Steve’s grunts, and your muffled cries of pleasure, and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Steve leaned forward, placing a hand on the pillow beside your head, and kept one hand on one of your thighs, pressing it against his body.

“Oh baby, are you gonna cum for me?” Steve panted. He was almost there, almost to his orgasm and he wanted to feel you gush on him first. He felt your walls clench, tightening around his cock as you reached your hand up to his blond hair and held on tight. The moans that fell from your mouth made Bucky rock with pleasure. He looked down and watched your mouth on his cock, Steve’s face only inches away and your breasts jiggling from his thrusts.

“Yes, S-Steve, fuck yes,” you moaned out with a mouthful of Bucky. The super-soldier in your mouth cursed, his metal grip getting tighter in your hair until he shot his load in the warm hole. You sucked up dry, not wasting any drop of his sweet release. The sound he made was enough to make you cum and you felt electricity shock through your body as Steve made you orgasm onto him, squirting everywhere and soaking the bed.

“Oh shit, beautiful, you’re such a good girl,” Steve’s moan was desperate, the last thread of his composure snapped and he pulled out. A breathless Bucky leaned down and took Steve’s soaking cock into his mouth, the warmth immediately making Steve cum. Bucky moaned at the feeling of him drizzling onto his tongue, tasting the sweet cum and remnants of your orgasm on the long member. The moan that left Steve’s mouth was so needy, so filled with lust and pleasure that you could’ve cum again just hearing it if you had anything left in you.