Graveyard - Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes smut
The one where you’re Steve’s girl but he likes to watch you and Bucky fuck like he’s not there.
Warnings: cuckold!Steve, yes I’m still coming up with kinktober related fics, no actual infidelity on this one, because Steve is the one who wants the reader and bucky to fuck, smut, dirty talk, steve doesn’t get any action except the one from his fist
Steve’s P.O.V.
My heart was pounding as I approached the bedroom door. Realistically, I knew what I would find there, but still, nothing could ever come close to that feeling of finding your girl being brutally fucked by your best friend in your shared bed. Normally, I’d take a seat by one of the corners of the room to watch, but we had talked about this before. I wanted to step it up a notch, and though Y/N still wasn’t ready to simply allow Buck to fuck her randomly for me to find, she’d agreed to let me watch from a distance like I was truly trying to hide that I’d caught them together. And fuck if it didn’t make me painfully hard. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” I heard Bucky say barely above a whisper, as he kept on thrusting in and out of her, catching the sweat that was running between her breasts with his tongue. “Letting me fuck you like this when Steve isn’t around. You’re just so desperate for cock, aren’t you? It doesn’t matter that I’m his best friend, you just have to be filled by someone.” Y/N let out a strangled moan at his filthy words, squeezing her eyes shut because she still couldn’t allow herself to fully enjoy this, the guilt eating her alive despite how much she liked to feel Bucky inside of her. I knew her well enough to recognize both feelings, in the way she harshly bit on her lower lip to stop any other sounds from escaping her mouth, and how she threw her head back, offering her chest up to my friend. Obviously, he would never ignore such a gift. If there was one thing that I knew about my Bucky, was that he loved her breasts. It was one of the things that made me realize just how attracted to Y/N he was, long before we started this game. I’d always catch him looking at her chest, even when she didn’t have a particularly raunchy neckline. He’d just gaze adoringly at them, following their movements when she giggled, making them bounce. And I couldn’t even blame him. First, because she truly was hypnotizing, especially when she wasn’t trying to do so, but most of all because it made me horny like nothing else. So when I still hadn’t found the courage to talk about this with my girlfriend and my best friend, I used to lay in bed and think about the lust in his eyes, imagining what he would do to Y/N if he ever got the chance to. I was suddenly awakened from my reminiscence by a drawn-out hiss, blinking to find that Bucky had changed positions and had her riding him instead, while he kept controlling the movements through his grip on her hips. The position must have changed the way my friend was hitting her sweet spot because she started mewling like a fucking kitten on heat, bracing herself on his chest as he kept fucking himself up on her. Bucky chuckled, his eyes never wavering from her face, and I wished I could have a clearer view of it. I bet she looked all kinds of fucked out, her lips bruised and wet, her eyes closed, and remnants of mascara running on her cheeks. “Does Steve know about this, doll? About the way you sing for me? I’m willing to bet he has never made you moan like a cheap whore. That’s just for me, isn’t it? You’re my cheap whore.” My cock twitched inside my trousers, and I had to wrap a hand around it to restrain myself from cumming on the spot. Meanwhile, Bucky had sat up on the mattress, wrapping an arm around my girl’s back before curling his metal one on her nape. “Come here, baby girl. Let me kiss you.” The use of the sweet pet names only added to the burn on my lower belly, making me feel that intoxicating mix of jealousy and desire that I had quickly grown addicted to. He kissed her like he was dependent on her tongue, on her taste, so he could breathe. He kissed her like he loved her, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was close to that. “Fuck, I wish he wasn’t in the picture.” Hearing that sentence being murmured so softly by my best friend’s lips was all that I needed to start desperately fucking my fist. I could hear the pain in each word, the longing that he felt for my girlfriend, and still, I couldn’t find it in myself to stop this. “B-Bucky…” She mumbled, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he picked up his pace. “Bucky, I need to cum.” I was shocked by how utterly ruined she sounded like, how out-of-breath and whiny her voice was, and it only added to my ever-growing arousal. Still, my friend didn’t seem satisfied, because instead of letting her cum, he laid her down on the bed again, once more changing the position, before restarting with his punishing thrusts. “Hold it,” he ordered, before leaning down to kiss her once more, and this time I finally saw Y/N get fully immersed in the loving gesture, one of her hands coming up to bury her fingers in his long locks. “One of these days, I’ll make you mine, I swear to God. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll even forget his name. I’m gonna cum so deep inside your pussy that no contraceptive method will keep you from having my child. But for now, this will do just fine.” Those were the words that sent me straight to the finish line, cumming all over my hand, the threshold, and the floor. Looking at the bed, I knew both of them had followed me there, if not from the fucked-out expression in my girlfriend’s eyes, and Bucky’s still struggling pattern of breathing, by the creamy cum slowly seeping from their still connected members, that was surely ruining the bed. I couldn’t wait to taste it on her pussy.
