#poly!sentryagent

and he is. he's shivering after the scorching heat of his orgasm has worn off, and the blankets are all in a heap on the floor. you roll over to grab the thickest one while john rubs at the dimple of bob's back.

he pulls his spent cock completely out of bob.

and now your other boyfriend has unintentionally made it worse.

his firm tone and the absence of his cock draws a hurt whimper from bobs kiss-swollen lips. he’s so far gone, all he thinks is that he’s fucked everything up by the way john said his name. something so simple yet so monumental after a night of being built up by you and broken down by john.

bob’s full-on crying, now. all heavy sobs and hot tears streaming down his cheeks. when john walks into the bathroom, it only gets worse.

“why- why is he leaving?”, bob asks. you know he thinks john walked out because of him, too far gone to realize he only left to get you all cleaned up. "he just went to the bathroom", you promise.

you papoose him in the thick blanket, tucking it underneath him. you kiss his flushed face and whisper reassurance to him after you've turned off the ceiling fan that's blowing freezing air onto your already cold boyfriend.

“you’re alright, love.”

“did so good for us, so proud of you bob.”

“we’ve got you, lovey. just breathe. it’s okay.”

“he’s just gone to get a rag to clean us up, he’ll be back”

"you're so wonderful, lovey."

his sweaty hands break free from the blanket and are grabbing at you as soon as you’re near, frantic eyes tugging at your heart.

it took so long to get bob comfortable to drop like this, it’s the highest honor to you and john. being able to take care of him this way.

john returns not even a minute after, murmuring his own praise to bob as he wipes his soft cock, red ass, and trembling thighs.

"you did so good, bob"

"i'm so proud of you, angel. are you hurting anywhere?"

"shh, it's okay, m'here bob. not leavin' you."

he rubs his hands against bob's shoulders and down his arms. its impossible to miss the way he looks down at bob, eyes full of love and admiration.

you blush when john catches you staring at him.

"wasn't our boy so good tonight, babe?

john's smile is soft but proud. his eyes linger on bob, concerned with how hard he's dropped.

"fuckin' perfect, as always"

bob's tears slow at the praise. before he can register anything else, he's scooped up into johns arms and is being taken to the bathroom. you follow close behind, admiring john's tight ass as he walks.

"sweetheart will you put a towel on the toilet lid? don't want it to be too cold for him.", john asks.

bob's nosing at his neck, and you smile at the thought of his eyelashes tickling john's neck. his eyebrows furrow when john sits him on the toilet seat, head moving and eyes immediately seeking out the two of you. he murmurs in protest but you're quick to redirect his attention with a few soft kisses.

the steam fills the bathroom quickly. you help bob up on shaky legs and into the hot shower. there's a bench built into the shower wall, so you gently nudge him there before his legs give out.

as soon as his ass hits the seat he wraps his strong arms around your middle and his face presses against the soft skin of your tummy. your hands caress his shoulders and slowly comb through his messy hair.

john takes the moment to press a long kiss to your lips. you melt under the softness of his lips. as tough as his exterior is, the two of you break through it with no struggle.

“love you, honey.” he murmurs into your damp hair.

“love you, babe.”

he moves to sit beside bob on the shower bench, pulling him for his own kiss. you slip away to grab your body wash while bob tucks himself into john.

it’s not long before their hands wonder, and john has him in his lap, facing out towards you. his hands have a tight grip on bob’s waist. his milky skin is already red from the heat of the shower, john’s strong grip only adds to it.

john slips his cock into bob, grunting at how tight he still is. his arms are wrapped tight around bob’s chest and torso, and he uses the grip to his leverage. strong thighs are pressed together. bobs are spread wide, making it easier for john to stroke his cock and his heavy sac.

bob looks angelic. so unreal, with the way his head is thrown back against john's shoulder. john is his rock in this moment, arms holding him tight and lips pressed to his sweaty temple.

bob’s hips squirm and rock like that’s what he was made for. and maybe it was, maybe his whole purpose to be yours and john’s. to love, to hold, and to fuck.

you fall even more in love with him in this moment. your kind, gentle, misunderstood man who finds comfort in moments like this. moments where he forgets everything except the way the two of you make him feel. renewed, empowered, strong. strong even without the sassy quips of sentry, or the low blows that always accompany the void. moments where even though his mind is so far gone into subspace, he knows he's cared for. knows the drop won't hurt.

the tile is cold against your knees when you drop to the floor in front of them. you run your hands over john's knees and calves; a small gesture of love even though the two of you are wholeheartedly enamored with bob in this moment.

his blue eyes are just as far gone as bobs in this moment.

a broken sob falls from bob lips when you lean forward, sloppily kissing where the two of them are joined. his ass is so tight around john's cock, but the sensation males bob clench even harder.

"you're doing so good, bob. so pretty on top of john. look at you. fuck."

your lips move to john's base, and a few laps at his sac make him slow bob's hips on top of him. bob grinds softly now, no longer bouncing. you give john's full sac one last kiss before prodding the tip of your tongue at bob's rim. bob's breathy whines and john's grunts fill your ears.

"y/n, honey.. m'gonna cum if you don't stop, shit." john grunts. you pull away only to chuckle at the strain of his voice. bob's too far gone for words at this point. he's just a broken record of sobs and whimpers.

"but isn't he so sweet like this, johnny? looks like an angel on top of you."

"s'- fuck- fuckin' gorgeous." john moves his hips from his hands, and without the strong hold bob's hips become erratic. john's arms wrap around bob's chest and belly as he kisses his flushed cheeks. it's filthy, but still somehow not the filthiest thing happening in this shower. scruff scrapes against bob's cheeks when john licks and nips at them. he moves to his jaw, his neck; wherever he can reach.

john's voice is choked when he speaks, "take it, bob. take this fuckin' cock. s'yours, angel. m'yours."

you almost forget what your plan is, mesmorized by the way the two of them become one. after a deep breath, you get back to work.

"hold him still, babe"

that finally gets a real word out of bob, a strangled "no!"

you raise your eyebrows, and john grabs his jaw to make him look down at you. fingernails pinch at his thighs.

"no?" it gets an almost evil laugh out of you.

"this hole is mine too, bob. m'gonna do what i want to it."

your thumb presses against bob's rim. it's tight as you rub against it, willing it to open just a bit more.

"we were already done, bob, but you just needed more. you wanted this. so fucking take it" your seemingly harsh words are filled with love, and it makes him whine.

finally youre able to slip a finger in agaisnt john's cock. bob lets out a weak shout but stretches to accomadate you nontheless.

"you know your safeword, bob. you use it and this stops, you know that."

and thats the longest he's looked in your eyes since john fucked him into the mattress before this shower.

he whimpers at your tone, or maybe it's at the way your finger curls against the front wall of him. you straighten your finger out and rub against the underside of john's cock. it pulses against you.

john strokes bob's rock hard length, coaxing him to relax just a bit more. the action allows you to slip a second finger in, curling and prodding at bob's gummy walls. it's so hot and tight, you know both of the men above you can't handle much more without cumming.

when you flip your fingers around and circle them around john's cock, it's over with.

"goddamnit, y/n. fuck!" he shoves himself even further into bob, who still hasn't quit whimpering but the way they're coming out more broken tells you he's about to cum. john knows it too.

"oh, don't you fuckin' dare, bob. you better ask- shit-!" john grits his teeth and continues, "ask her to cum."

"I will! I wi- ohhh. y/n please! please lemme cum, please? 've been good, been your good boy. been so good, oh my-"

he knows his begging makes you weak. knows how to play you just as well as you play with him.

"cum, honey. you can let go", you encourage him and suckle at his tip. "give it to me, lovey."

when he finally shoots his thick cum into your mouth, he thanks you and john. he may act bratty sometimes but at his core, he aims to please. loves being good for the two of you. lives for the praise.

john spills his load into bob but doesn't pull out just yet, and you don't even try pulling your fingers out. he knows bob will protest even more than he did earlier tonight. as his cock softens, his cum starts to leak out.

you lean forward and kiss the quivering muscles of bob's tummy.

"you did so good, my love. such a good boy. that was so perfect."

slowly, you pull your fingers from the vice grip bob's ass has them in, even after orgasming.

"no, no! y/n please, put- put them back!"

suddenly it's like bob's touched a livewire. his trembling hands move to grab at your wrist. john leans back and pulls bob into him while you quickly rinse your hand off.

"baby, stop. breathe." bob lets out an uneven breath and bob swallows against the lump growing in his throat before taking a breath at john’s insistence.

you're back in an instant, cradling his beet-red face and stroking his cheeks.

"m'here hun. right here." he tucks his face into your neck. while he comes down from the intense high, you stroke john's damp hair too.

he's tired, you can tell right away. his eyes are hooded and his dark lashes flutter in the way they do when he's trying to stay awake. as big and strong as he is, you know he's incredibly content tucked against the warm walls of the shower bench with his face smushed against bob's shoulder.

he loves being snuggled up against bob more than he would’ve ever anticipated.

john's eyes open to look at you when you stroke his scruffy jaw.

"I love you, John."

the smile he gives you is lopsided as ever.

"Love you, y/n."

your whispers make bob pull his face from your neck. he presses a sweet kiss to your jaw before turning in john's arms to rest a cheek against the top of john's head. it makes you giggle.

"I love that the two of you are so comfy, but this water bill might bankrupt the team if we don't get out of this shower" you smile findly at your two loves.

you hold bob against you while john eventually slips out, and bob's so sleepy he barely protests. between exhaustion and the soft praise you murmur in his ear, he takes it well.

bob's tall frame curls into you while john washes himself off. you stroke his dark hair and rub his back, not wanting to pull him out of the corner you’re tucked into until john's out of the water.

john stretches like a cat and then opens the curtain to step out. after he dries himself off he pokes his head back in the shower. although you and bob haven't moved, his heart thumps harder now that he finally takes in his two favorite people wrapped up in each other.

"gonna throw some towels in the dryer for y'all. bob, do you wan't water or juice, hun?"

"juice.", he murmurs, almost half asleep.

john walker is an attentive lover. although you didn't know him when he was with olivia, you know that for a fact. whether he's a changed man or just knows how to show it better now, he works hard to make you and bob happy. has learned the two of you well enough to anticipate your needs. he slips to the kitchen of the floor the three of you have rooms on. it's funny how convenient that has turned out to be.

bob yawns as you pull him into the hot stream of water, and gives you a sleepy smile. its full of love and trust and admiration and all the things bob wasn't sure he'd ever feel for someone, let alone two people.

he shivers when you clean between his legs and cheeks, but doesn't flinch or move away. there was a time he did, at the beginning when this was all so new. when it was just threesomes before missions, not sure if the two of you wanted him for anything more and not sure if he even wanted to know.

by the time the two of you are clean john is back with warm fluffy towels. he sits the two of you down on the edge of the tub while he wraps you up and dries you off. he's gentle as he does, as if he's polishing trophies. in a way, the two of you are his trophies. beautiful gifts he's earned through hard work, dedication, and never-ending efforts. proof that although he makes mistakes- and god knows he's made plenty- he's become a man that rights every wrong. who now acts without ulterior motives hanging over any semblance of honesty. a man who's re-learned how to be satisfied with himself.

who's re-learned how to love. how to care for the two people who keep his heart with them wherever they go.

he kneels before the two of you, one at a time; a gesture that holds a weight palpable through the steam of the bathroom.

warm kisses are pressed to bob's lips, then yours. calloused hands holding your heads as if they're made of glass while he whispers his love into your damp hair. whispered promises that you know are more than post-nut clarity.

"I love you so much"

"Fuckin' perfect. Perfect, honey"

"Don't know how I deserve the two of you"

and a "thank you for lovin' me" whispered so quiet you barely catch it.

bob murmurs a "how could we not?" and the two of them sit staring into each other's crystal blue eyes.

it's not a contest, not like it was when they'd stare at each other and plot how to piss one other off next. not a competition, not a show of strength.

it's solace.

solace for bob, who didn't think he was worthy of love. bob, who wasn't even sure how to love, when all the love he'd ever known resolved around highs and fear of violence.

solace for john, who didn't think he knew how to love. john, whose love used to be so deeply knit with anger and arrogance. who lost his best friend and the woman that promised him forever and eventually a son that was made out of love, leaving him alone and empty.

it's coming home to a house that has your favorite candle burning and a delicous smelling meal in the crock pot.

it's stepping outside in the sun after months of windy cold that sinks into your bones.

it's a perfectly made coffee, or laundry that smells so good you could bury yourself in it.

their silent gaze holds promise of love for this entire lifetime, and every one that'll come after.

john blinks hot tears away with a soft smile, dissolves his fears with a deep kiss to bob's rosy lips.

you're next, and he stares at you like you hung the moon and built the sun from your own warmth. like his whole life was orchestrated so he'd one day be held by you. he stares at you knowing you were the first to ever be anything other than rough and abrasive with him after he buried lemar.

you gave him the opportunity to have this. it was you who first saw him as a human who makes honest mistakes, instead of a rage-filled monster. you answered every bitter prayer and were his definition of divine intervention.

and he knows his southern-rooted parents would roll over in their grave at the way he worships you regardless of all the sunday mornings spent in church. the fact makes him giggle like a lovesick schoolboy.

he kneels at you and bob's feet now instead of an altar. thumbs over the ridges of your cheeks instead of the pages of a bible. spends every free second memorizing every detail of the two of you instead of verses that would condemn loving two souls. he knows and can't bring himself to care in the slightest.

it was the two of you that guided him through every moment of fear, wrath, and soul-eating dread. promises whispered to the thought of you and bob instead of a god that never brought him comfort the way you and bob did.

he was whole with both of your arms wrapped around him.

and once the three of you were in bed, he knew this was what he was meant for. not the deployments, not the missions, not even the medals on his military uniform that now collects dust in the back of his closet.

bob hums and nestles against the soft sheets between the two of you. he wraps both sets of limbs in the two of you, keeping you close. he smiles and blushes as the two of you praise him, his belly full of juice and heart full of unconditional love.

you and john find each other in brushes of hands across bob's frame, and loving glances around his face that always looked so content while he slept.

"thank you", you whisper.

"for what?" and he truly looks confused.

"for the way you care for us. the way you love us."

"it's the easiest thing I've ever done, y/n. i didn't.. i didn't ever see this happening. not to me, at least. the two of you, maybe. didn't even know i'd want this but now?" he clears his throat, "i don't think i could even exist without it."

you have tears in your own eyes at his words.

"i'll love the two of you for every breath i ever take. and for every breath in every life after this. i don't even know if there's going to be another life after this, but if there is i will find the two of you in every single one"

your heart clenches remembering the cocky and troubled man you met when you joined bucky and sam's fight against the flag smashers. the same man who has bob's head of unruly hair pressed to his chest while he strokes the curls that are always wild after showering.

bob, who you both now learn is very much awake, whispers, "even if we're all cats?"

"i swear," john lets out a watery chuckle, "i.. i can't explain the way i love the two of you.. but it's the best thing i've ever known."

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im so fucking soft for them it has me unwell

btw the shower i was thinking of is the one in the header lol

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