#ours to keep

“How to make her fall in love with me?” Bucky coos, running his thumb over your cheek, causing you to shiver. 

“No, it’s called ‘I’m too shy to ask you out. What can I do about it?’” Steve leans closer his hot breath fanning over your skin. “Do you have those books?”

“I’m sorry, Sir’s,” you feel your knees wobble when Steve stands behind you, a bit too close for comfort. “I never heard of those books.”

“Shame, doll,” Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping closer too to cup your cheek. “You know, there is this girl we admire for a while. We come here, look at her but are too shy to ask her out.”

“Oh-you mean Dot or Peggy?” Disappointed you glance up at Bucky, tugging at the seam of your skirt. “I think they would gladly go out with one of you, Sir. How about you just ask them?”

“Dollface,” Steve purrs, now moving his hands to your waist, gripping your flesh tightly, “we are not interested in those, excuse my language, hoes offering their panties to anyone. We want a good girl, Y/N,” trembling you must watch Bucky step closer to brush his lips over your cheek, nuzzling you.

“A good girl to share, to spoil and to make ours,” Bucky whispers, enjoying your struggle. He loves to hunt girls like you, innocent and inexperienced.

In the beginning, they went after strippers or ladies of the night, offered a better life only for them to end up in their old lives after a few weeks with a broken heart.

“We love a good girl, don’t we Bucky,” Steve grins wolfish watching his friend and partner cup your face gently. “Bucky loves to kiss a girl,” you whimper, feeling Bucky’s lips on yours. “Does it feel good?” Your eyes flutter shut, and you nod.

Suddenly their warmth leaves you and you blink your eyes open. Before you can answer, they are gone, only a business card placed into your hand is left. “We are going to make you ours,” is written on the card.

A promise? A threat? You’ve got no clue. All you know is that you never met a man like those two before…

Outside the library, Steve smirks at the way his friend describes how you felt against him. “We’re so good at selling lies,” Steve grins, watching his friend wipe his lips with the back of his hand, “it’s scaring me sometimes.”

“Steve, I can tell, that girl never had a cock in her tight little cunt. She tasted like an innocent angel,” Bucky grins, looking at his friend. “I can’t wait to break her.”

“You bastard,” laughing Steve throws his head back, not missing the way people around look at the two mobsters. “I thought you want to love her, Buck. You can’t just go and break that girl’s heart.”

“I want to,” Bucky purrs, watching you look out of the window. “Look at her, ready to serve as our next meal, Stevie. I bet she’ll feel so good around me my friend…”

Four weeks later Bucky furiously paces around his office, throwing papers into all directions.

“You had one job!” Peter flinches at his boss’s outburst. “You should follow our girl, make sure we get to know everything we need to know and come back!”

“It wasn’t my fault that guy ran me over with his bike,” Peter grumbles, not daring to meet Bucky’s gaze.

“You touched what’s ours,” Steve mocks, pushing the young boy onto a chair. “How dare you!”

“I did not touch her, Sir. I would never dare to do so!” Scared Peter looks up at Steve who circles the boy like prey. “I fell, the guy running me over did not stop. When I wanted to get up, Y/N offered her hand. I turned to leave but she insisted I shall follow her to the library to clean my wound.”

“You touched her,” Bucky snarls, getting his gun out to aim it toward the boys’ head. “You will die!”

“No,” raising his hands Peter sniffles. “She cleaned my wound, but I never touched her. I thought if I follow her I get to know her better. She told me about her brother and family. Y/N said she has no one in her life and that I remind her of her younger brother.”

“Younger brother?” Humming Bucky secures his gun. “Tell me everything about her brother, family, and anything she told you, boy.”

Peter nods eagerly, afraid this is the last day of his life. “Y/N said her brother drowned when she was twelve. She always felt responsible. Maybe…” Panting Peter looks at Steve who leans against Bucky’s desk. Leg crossed, his gun in his hands he watches the boy squirm on the chair.

“Maybe?” Steve dips his head, jerking his head toward Bucky. “We don’t have time for that. Stop stammering and tell us everything you know.”

“Maybe she feels responsible as her parents blamed her for not watching the boy. They went to a party, left the kids alone. Y/N woke to screams and a splashing sound. When she ran out of the house all she could see was her little brother in the pool. She jumped in, got him out, and try to reanimate the boy as her grandma taught her two years ago.”

“Didn’t work?” Bucky chokes out, not liking where the story leads to. “What happened?” Peter sighs, glancing at his hands before he finds his voice again.

“She called an ambulance, tried anything but it was too late. Her parents got alerted and the first thing they did was to blame their daughter. Not the babysitter who smoked weed in the backyard.” Steve slams his fist onto the desk, causing Peter to jump up from his chair.

“What kind of person does this to a disturbed young girl who just lost her little brother?” Bucky yells, throwing a lamp against the wall, causing Peter to shake in fear. “Good job boy, go and get some food. You look thin, we need tough guys.”

“Okay, Sir. Thank you, Sir’s,” Peter almost runs out of the room. “One more thing, she likes cats and romance. You know, wooing for a girl like in the good old times…”

Another one month later…

“What about your family?” Steve watches his friend flirt with you, leaning against your desk. “Do you have anyone to drive home to for Christmas?” 

“No,” you do not meet Bucky’s gaze, still nervous around the men. For over a month they come to your working place, offering flowers, sweets or invite you to dinner. “I got no one, Sir.”

“Doll, I told you to call me Bucky,” the man purrs, stroking your cheek, leaning close enough to brush his lips over yours. “Why don’t you go home to your parents?”

“We fought a few years ago,” stammering you look at Steve who nods thoughtfully at your words. “It was never easy since…” you clear your throat, grasping for the picture of you and your brother, “my brother died at the age of six. They blamed me; you know.”

“I don’t think it was your fault, Y/N,” Steve takes the picture out of your hands, smiling. You have your arm wrapped around your brothers shoulder, grinning into the camera as he shows whoever took the photo a frog.

“Anyways…they tried to control my life, my friends and anything else. One day I wanted to go to a birthday party, I was twenty-two and they locked me into my room. After that I just…” Bucky strokes your cheek encourages you to tell him more. “I said…’ I will no longer do as I’m told’.”

“Good girl,” Steve hums, placing the photo back onto your desk. “I’m proud of you,” your lips part at the praise, causing Bucky to chuckle.

“What happened?” It’s Steve’s turn to demand your attention. He slides his fingers through your hair, tugging at the strands ever so lightly. A whimper escapes your lips before you meet his eyes. “I expect you to answer, kitten.”

“They kicked me out, told me to never come back, Sir…I mean Steve,” you swallow thickly, not missing the way Steve undresses you with his eyes. “I did as I’m told.”

“Always the good girl,” Bucky muses hand wandering to your thigh…

Two more months and they finally got you to follow them to have dinner. The restaurant is expensive, the people rich and the dress you are wearing looks like a rag compared with the dresses the other women wear.

“That’s a nice restaurant but I feel underdressed,” you tug at your dress, sighing as you feel out of place. “Can we not go somewhere else? I got the feeling everyone judges me.”

“They look at you as you are with us,” Bucky smirks, hand creeping up your thigh. “They know you are ours now,” Steve leans closer to brush his lips over your ear. “I bet they believed we devour you every night like the naughty girl you are.”

You giggle nervously feeling Steve’s hand join Bucky’s. Two fingers slip past the elastic of your panties to toy with your clit. “So wet already, doll?” Bucky purrs, not caring people start to stare at the scene.

Steve smirks, moving one hand to your neck, forcing you to look at him. “We will ruin you, dollface. Tonight, you’re ours…”

“Tonight,” you gasp when Bucky’s fingers circle your slit. “I…I can’t…this is…oh—Bucky,” his fingers slip inside, causing you to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. “You can’t do this here.”

“We can do anything we want, Y/N,” it’s Steve taking the lead. “Bucky can finger you. I could push you onto the table and take you and no one would dare to say or do anything against it. They all know – you are ours to take…”

A mess, that’s what you would call the situation you are in. You wanted to resist, wanted to just go home, and never think about Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers but unlike you, they had other plans.

Somehow you ended up in their large mansion, bend over the bed whilst Bucky has his way with you.

At first, he was careful, gently even but now he holds your hair in a tight grip, presses your face into Steve’s crotch not caring you fight for air.

“I knew she would feel perfect around me, Stevie,” Bucky gives you another hard thrust, sending you over the edge again. “Give her all you’ve got…”

Steve groans, nearing his end. “I want to see her covered in my seed,” Steve roars, slipping out of your mouth. He’s stroking his length, a grin on his lips when he cums all over your face. “Perfect.”

“Yeah, I knew she would be perfect prey,” words are hard to understand when Bucky takes you forcefully apart. “Now be good and take all of me,” warmth fills you, and you panic, knowing there is a chance they got you pregnant.

“I said not inside,” whining you look at Steve who wraps his hand around your throat, a dark look on his face when his friend slips out of you.

“We do as we please, dollface,” you don’t like the way Steve looks at you, a triumphal smirk on his lips. “Now get dressed and leave. We had our fun, never contact us again.”

Your heart sinks and it takes everything in you to not cry. “Aw, does she want to cry Stevie?” Bucky coos when Steve drops his hand, watching you scramble away to grasp for your clothes.

“If I were you,” eyes locking with Bucky’s you scoff, “I would be ashamed of myself. Pathetic little men using a girl and hurt her to feel better.” Whilst you get dressed as fast as possible, suppressing sobs, Steve swallows at your pained expression.

“Are you done?” Bucky chokes out, not liking the way his stomach drops at the tiny sob escaping your lips the moment you grasp for the door handle. 

“Rot in hell, worthless scum,” your words hit home, make both men feel like the insecure boys they used to be. “No one will ever love you…”

Four months later…

“You shouldn’t still come around, Peter,” you scold the young boy who became your friend. “They will hurt you if they ever find out.”

“I should’ve warned you, this is on me,” Peter glances at your swollen belly, sighing as you will have to raise your children on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t know about their games, okay,” your eyes drift toward the door when your colleagues step inside, grinning widely.

“We got a date with two hot guys,” Dot squeals, wondering why Peter, her new ‘boyfriends’ assistant talks to you. “Peter, what are you doing here?”

“He wants a book, Dot. People come here to get books,” you jump in, frowning at Peter’s scared expression. “Mr. Parker is searching for a specific book. I’ll help him and you can tell me about your hot dates later…”

“Shit, that’s the girl I saw with Bucky, Y/N,” Peter whispers, pointing toward Dot. “I guess those two are their next prey.”

“I should warn them but, to be honest,” you sigh, shaking your head, “they will not believe me, Peter.”

“I could try,” you pat Peters cheek, shaking your head. “Maybe I can help to prevent another broken heart.”

“Peter, this is not your fault, it’s mine. I believed their lies,” you sniffle, looking at Peggy who is grinning at you. “Those two, they are predators too. Do you know how many guys came here with a broken heart?”

“I can imagine,” nodding Peter takes the book you offer to him. “Maybe those four deserve each other,” you giggle, patting your friends’ hand. “I’m still sorry.”

“I know, Pete…”

“Pregnant?” Bucky spits his drink all over Dot, looking at her with wide eyes. “Y/N, your colleague is pregnant?”

“Yeah, around four months,” Peggy snickers, elbowing Steve. “She fucked once and got pregnant with twins, hilarious. Such a stupid little girl. She should’ve used protection.”

“Pregnant…four months,” Steve feels his head spinning, Bucky is no better. “Y/N got pregnant four months ago.”

“Did you have a stroke or is the booze too strong for you, big boy?” Dot coos, glancing at Bucky who tries to keep his cool and not run out of the bar to burst through your door.

“No, I just don’t feel like drinks and girls tonight, sorry,” Steve grabs his friends’ arm, dragging him out of the bar. “We gotta get her.”

“She’s ours,” Bucky grunts, glaring at the girls following them. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted Peter to watch her. He never once mentioned we got her pregnant.”

“The boy is dead, that’s a matter of fact,” Steve jerks his head toward your colleagues, rolling his eyes at their behavior. “Let’s get out of here…”

“Then he just dropped the book and exclaimed he’s the king of Brooklyn,” you giggle, shoving another spoon with ice cream into your mouth. “People are nuts, Peter, I can tell.”

“That guy walked butt-naked into the library?” Peter chokes on his coke, looking at the door with wide fearful eyes. “Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers…”

Your head snaps upward to follow Peter’s eyes only to look at the two men you hate the most. Panic spreads through your body watching Peter shake in fear.

“Didn’t you have a job? Did Bucky not tell you to report back anything regarding to our girl?” Steve barks.

“I…I’m sorry Mr. Rogers, Sir but I thought…” Bucky slaps Peter’s cheek and you jump up, rounding the table to shove Peter behind your back, facing your greatest fear.

“You don’t think, Parker, you follow orders. Yours was to check on Y/N and get us up to date! We had to go out with her annoying colleagues to get to know we are going to have a baby!” Steve gets his gun out, but you won’t budge.

“Get out of here,” you grunt, glaring at Steve. “You’re not welcome here any longer. I will call the cops if you don’t leave on free terms.”

“Gosh, she has fire,” Bucky smirks, stepping closer to grip your chin, pressing his lips roughly to yours. “I think we need to tame our little prey a bit more.”

“Hands off her, Sir,” Peter chokes out, pointing a finger at Bucky. “You ruined her life, hurt her and now you just come here…”

“Boy, you should learn to shut your mouth, Steve threatens, murder in his eyes. “Y/N is ours and we do as we please. We had to be sure she ain’t a little rat like one of the last girls.”

“Get out,” you stomp your foot, pushing against Bucky’s chest. “You ripped me open, then you kissed me! How dare you come here and threaten my friend. He didn’t tell you shit as he has a heart, unlike the both of you.”

“Language, doll face,“ Steve grips Peter’s arm, bending it until you hear an odd noise. Your friend screams in pain and your first reaction is to slam your fist into Steve’s face.

“You bastard!” Bucky must wrap his arms around your waist to hold you back. “I’ll kill you for hurting Peter! He’s a boy, not a monster like you. Stop hurting him!” you cry, fighting Bucky’s strength. “Please…”

“Here’s the deal, doll,” Peter shakes his head when Bucky nods at Steve to let go of your friend. “You’ll be good, calm, and grab your shit. We will drive to your apartment, get your things and you’ll come with us on free terms.”

“No,” you feel the tears run down your cheeks when Peter tries to talk you out of the deal. “Don’t do this. They used you once, they’ll hurt you again, maybe even worse.”

“We just had to find her weak spot, and you did a great job, Peter. Y/N will be our good girl. Stevie and I were looking for the one to keep for so long, but none of them was worth our time.” Bucky nuzzles your cheek. He’s moving one hand to your belly, slowly stroking it. 

“But that one,” Steve smirks, stepping closer to cup your cheek, “is worth the trouble. If she’s our good kitten, you will stay alive.” His lips claim yours and all you can do is bite him.

“Bad girl,” humming Bucky looks at his friend who presses a finger to his bleeding lip. “I guess, we got us a troublemaker. A naughty kitten with claws and teeth.”

“I’m going to castrate you,” furious you grasp for Steve, ready to rip him apart. “Help Peter you insensitive bastard. He’s in pain!” You scream fighting against Bucky’s arms. “I dare you to not help him.”

“Relax, doll. Steve will help your little friend, bring him to a doctor whilst we talk about your future,” hating you must give in to save your friend you glance at Peter.

“Okay…” it’s a choked out sob, admitting your defeat.

“There we go, Y/N,” murmuring the words Steve strokes your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. “No one is going to get hurt. We will take good care of you, and our babies.”

“Remember, you are ours to keep…”

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