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You were completely terrified, yet grateful for Bucky spending his last day with you. Not just you, but with Steve too. Bucky tried his hardest to find a date for him, but with the look on her face, it doesn't seem like the man described to her was to her liking.
With the war rolling on, life could be quite hard. But with a special shoulder to lean on, all of the worries would fade as you know someone will protect you. And that's exactly the type of man you have all to yourself. James Barnes.
He's lovely, pure gold. He always wears a smile when he's with you, his lips curl at an acute angle whenever he hears you giggle, or grin at one of his jokes.
Unfortunately, you won't see that smile for weeks after tonight. Maybe longer. Maybe forever. That's why he's hosted a little get together. A double date, you guess. But only one of those dates are going well; the way he marvels your hair colour, or the way your eyes shine with the fireworks exploding in the background, magnifying your facial features. On the other hand, Steve's date is completely ignoring him.
Leaning over to him, whilst still grabbing at Bucky's arm, you whisper at Steve's ear, "Are you okay? You can always ditch her."
"No, it's fine. Honestly. I'll just have to eat these all by myself." He spoke, nibbling at his little sweets from the paper bag. I saw him offer it to his date a couple times, but she'd always refused.
The little bit of sympathy left as you became distracted to where you had stopped in the crowd. Everything was beautiful; glass displays of numerous futuristic items such as suits and other miscellaneous things. Large signs of bold lettering riddled the expedition.
Though Bucky tightened his grip on your hand, making the fingers interlock even deeper with each other. You whip your head to face him, having to look at slightly. He was wearing his new uniform. You remembered him dancing in excitement back in the apartment when he'd received it. Since then, he hasn't been able to take off that hat. You didn't complain of course, only because the uniform shaped his muscular figure quite nicely.
Throughout the day, you'd often imagine him pounding into you, yet keeping that same uniform on. You'd wondered all the different angles his cock would reach as you bite down on the green of his shirt, or wondered how his fingers would slowly trail down your front as you tug at his tie.
You snap out of your thoughts as you begin to notice Bucky tugging at your shoulder, repeating your name playfully. He gives a large smile, his blue eyes glistening when he finally got your attention. You try to forget the pool that was forming in your underwear. "I'm going to go grab some drinks for us. Any preferences, milady?" He says.
I stare at him in shock, watching him give a wink at the end of his sentence. "Milady?"
"Fine, fine. What drink would you like, doll?" He raised his hands in surrender.
Your heart fluttered at the familiar name. It always has. He always calls you doll, you always favoured it over everything else, even if it was milady—which quite suited his appearance currently—you always chose doll.
"I'd like some water, please!" You smiled, letting your hand go from his as he walks away, leaving you, Steve and... oh, she's gone. You never noticed her leave.
"Where'd she go?"
Steve shrugged, "I have no idea, but if you'll excuse me-" He said hurrily, shoving the packet of sweets in your hand. He started to swerve through the crowd, leaving you stranded.
Everyone left with such short notice, it's left you surprised to say the least. You gulp down your worries, hoping Bucky will come back soon, hopefully preventing any cat-calling in the future, or any perverted men trying to tug at your skirt.
You start to become worried when Bucky didn't return, and the show had already started. Though just as you were going to try find Steve as an alternative to staying alone, there was a tug at your shoulder.
You turn as fast as you could, worried that it was some creep, you lift your hand up, ready to hit. Though as soon as your skin was about to smack at his, their hand stopped you by your wrist. He held it tightly, watching your face calm as you realised it was Bucky. Though he loosened his firm grip a bit too late, as the skin covering my arm has started to turn red.
"Oh my, I thought you were some stranger." You say, using your other hand to wrap around your upcoming bruise. You were slightly panting by the shock, though smiling widely to the fact it was just him.
"Never you mind, you're safe with me."
"Bucky you scared me!" You wack my hand on his shoulder, not enough to extrude any pain. Though you soon realised he didn't come back with what he left for. "Oh, were you not able to get any drinks?"
"Unfortunately not." He says. His demeanor had suddenly changed, and his vision was wondering everywhere but the show, or yourself. He was looking around the crowds, and even beyond those crowds, almost like he was looking for something.
You loop your arm around his, looking up to whisper, "Are you okay? Are you bored? We can just spend your last day together, back home, if you'd like."
He finally looked down, watching your small pout. "I'm slightly jaded. I'd love to spend every waking minute with you, though." He smirked.
You're quite shocked with his little flirt, it's much more forward with how he'd usually do it. As much as you'd love to see flying cars, or other new inventions, you'd rather spend time with Bucky, so you both agreed to go back to the apartment.
You and Bucky left the expedition, he didn't mention the disappearance of Steve, nor his date. He stayed quiet, eyes widening at almost every detail as you call for the taxi at the side of the street.
After entering the car, both of you shifted in your seats. For the first time it felt awkward. Unless it was just the tension building up between you.
I sat furthest away from him, which I quickly changed when you lifted yourself up sit next to him. Your thigh brushed his as you sit down. It was deliberate—the way you misplaced your seat. If you could, you would've sat on his thigh, anyway.
Bucky noticed your action, though tossing it aside for now. He let you snuggle up to his side as you drive.
As soon as you were getting comfortable against him, a touch suddenly appeared on your knee.
His hand squeezed at the clothing that covered it, then traveling further away from you to get his fingers under the skirt. As soon as it was underneath, his palms returned back to the knee, albeit slowly trailing upwards.
Your breath hitched as it stopped on your inner thigh. "Bucky—" You whimpered quietly, warning him. You tried not to make any other sound, only because of the driver in front of you.
His hand dug in-between your thighs, squeezing at the skin with his thick digits. You bite at your tongue, arching your back slightly. You didn't want to do it here, but the way he was touching you made you feel differently. Much differently.
In fact, the most different thing is how forward he's being, usually he's more private.
"Be quiet, pet, and let me pleasure you." He whispers at your ear, nipping slightly at your lobe and down to your neck. You've never heard that name before, not from him. But it only turned you on even more.
You so wanted to complain and tell him to wait until you get home, but his fingers brushed your heat, earning a sharp gasp from you; you couldn't help it. You spread your legs slightly, allowing a better angle for his fingers.
His other hand travelled to your mouth, using the surface area to cover it shut. You almost whined at the sudden action.
"I said... be quiet. I'm sure you can be a good girl for me and stay silent. You can scream all you want when my cock is deep inside you, bulging out of your stomach." He let go of his palm, only to leave you absolutely breathless.
"I never knew you had such a dirty mouth, James." You tease, this time using his birth name. He always hated his real name, so with the reaction you got with him—which was nothing—was quite the shock. You were left confused, but distracted when his fingers pushed aside your underwear, applying pressure at your clit.
He swirled them around your sensitive skin, making it extremely hard to keep quiet. You bit at your lip, suppressing the feelings, though only making a new one - pain. You let your teeth go, knowing you're fully aware that the red lipstick would be ruined. Though at this rate, somebody other than you will be the one the ruin it.
His pace was slow, which only made things worse. You desperately wanted him to go faster, but he's making you play his game with his own rules.
He wanted you to sob underneath his touch. He wanted your legs to be shaking once he's made you cum over and over again. He wants you to scream his name whilst his skin slaps against yours.
He finally quickened his rhythm, only because of the thought of you unravelling in front of him in a taxi. But he had other plans.
Just as your core was tightening, and your breath was becoming heavy and uneven, he removed his fingers from you, and from the skirt.
You watched his digits slowly retract from your body, locking your vision onto the wetness on his skin. He brought them up to his mouth, surrounding his lips around the two fingers, you watched the indents on his cheeks as he laps his tongue over the juices.
You whined at the loss of his touch, but completely amused as he sucks his own fingers dry.
"Why'd you stop?" You sulked.
As soon as you said that, the taxi came to a halt. You look out the window to notice you're already outside your apartment block. You quickly adjusted to position of your now ruffled skirt, and left the warmth of his side. You took out a couple notes from your pocket, paying the due to the driver from the driver's window.
He chuckled, "Why's the escort paying?"
I ignored his rude remark, though Bucky seemed to notice quite clearly. "She's not my escort. And why can't you accept money from a woman?"
He clearly wanted to say some witty comeback, but when he noticed the uniform, he decided to leave it. He took the money, and drove off without another word.
You tug at your skirt again. You so wanted to take it off, just so his fingers could return back to where they belong. But you held your feelings in for now. You take him by the hand and start leading him towards the building.
You didn't realise it, but you were practically dragging him up the stairs, eager for him to let his imagination run free when that door shuts behind you.
You take a key out of your pocket, bending down to open the door. Bucky's warm body pressed firmly behind you, his hands travelling across your hips and waist.
"Oh, c'mon Bucky, you just can't wait, can you?"
His hands gripped onto your waist firmly, his fingers digging in, "Neither can you." You straighten your back, pressing his chest to your body. One of his hands sit just under your breast, "I know you want it as much as I do, darling."
Darling? Pet? What's gotten into him? Usually he'd settle with one; you remember telling him specifically that you loved it when he called you doll.
You whimpered as his lips start to mark my neck again, sucking at the flesh, leaving bites and bruises as you open the door.
You almost tripped as he pushes you through the doorway, but catching yourself onto a wall.
He removed the key from the keyhole, chucking it to the side as he clicks the door shut. He pushed you further into the wall, letting those same fingers he used to touch your clit to open the buttons on your blouse, while you open his belt to get to his own buttons on his jacket.
By the time you got the belt off, he had already gotten down to your bra. You sigh, knowing that you're struggling to take off his uniform. As you were about to solely focus on his clothes, he latches his lips onto yours. Quite aggressively, actually. Yet hungry. You returned the favour, biting at his flesh and playing with his tongue as hard as he was, but managed to win the fight with his own tongue.
He continued to kiss you as he replaces your fingers with his own, helping you out with the uniform, as he knows you were struggling to keep up with him.
You lift your hands up to his hair, tugging him closer than he already was as he starts to remove his tie. He nearly made you trip over the pile of clothes on the floor as he was leading you towards the bedroom. You gladly obliged, letting your hands roam elsewhere: along his neck, to his now bare chest, all the way down to his trousers.
"Why is this still on? How many layers did you have to wear today?" You groaned, as you breathlessly tried to tug at the zip. His hands gripped at your hair, slightly pulling it as he watches you unravel him completely.
Finally getting it off, you bring the underwear down, too. His cock sprung up from being trapped under the fabric for far too long. It bounced as it reached its high. You watched a small bead of precum drip from the tip. The skin surrounding was all red and angry just for you.
You gave his cock a small smile, before bringing that same smile up his body to his face, grinning as you pushed him onto the bed, making the mattress bounce.
As he gets comfortable sitting on the edge, you slowly get to your knees. He watches you in complete awe. "What a good girl. Getting on your knees for me, hm?"
You chuckle at the praise, your cheeks became much more red than they originally were. After falling to your knees, receiving a slight carpet burn, you grab hold of his thick, throbbing cock; you wrapped your fingers on the base. From just the thumb and index to every single finger on your hand.
You gave a mere squeeze, before slowly fucking him with your own hand. You watch the little gasps and grunts that came out of his mouth as you start to quicken your pace. You twist your wrist every time you slam it down onto him, allowing him to experience more than just an upwards, downwards motion.
You stopped for a second, holding it from the bottom to keep it upright. You brought your tongue up to his cock, licking a stripe all the way to the top, using your taste buds to collect every single drop of precum for your throat. You maintained eye contact as you working your mouth around his dick, swallowing him slowly, yet wholly.
His hands instantly rushed to grab the sides of your jaw, guiding your movements as your head bobbed up and down.
You start to suck more violently, quickening your rhythm as your nose nudges at his body, his cock deep inside of your throat. You almost vacuum at his dick, pulling your cheeks inwards.
His fingers dug into your face, stopping your movements. "Don't do that. I'd rather fill you up somewhere else, pet."
Pet? Again?
You don't say anything about it, but you thought it was the best to pleasure him especially with how weird he was acting.
You carry on working on his cock, though this time more subtly. Though it didn't take long before Bucky ripped your head from from him, letting a drip of spit drool from your mouth.
You gave a light chuckle, before stripping completely naked in front of him. You pushed his shoulders down so his back is fully glued onto the sheets. You crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs.
His hands carefully pondered every square inch of your skin, starting from your thighs all the way to your breasts, rubbing his thumb across your nipples. His palms left those areas, to grab at your hair. He pulled you down to his face by those locks, pressing his lips against your ear, "I believe it is my turn. Am I mistaken?"
You arch your back further into him, before giving a yelp as he flips you over. His hands are chained into yours, and his thighs bucks forwards as he gets comfortable between your legs. You can feel his cock rubbing against your skin, it pains you that it's not somewhere else.
He disconnects one of his hands to adjust his cock to your entrance, by doing so he teases you a bit. You give him an annoyed groan, but as soon as you were going to complain, he starts to push it in, stretching your walls to accommodate his length and width.
"Oh, God." You gasped.
He gives you a cocky smirk, making his lips curls upwards—the smile you always loved to see—"I certainly am one."
"Most-" Your words are cut off with a moan, you expected him to have bottomed out already but he was still going, "Most definitely." You panted.
He decided to lift your legs over his shoulders, pushing into you even deeper. Finally your hips connect, making you let out a pornographic moan.
"You really can't stay quiet, can you?" He grinned. It wasn't a complaint, more like a statement.
You wanted to reply, but a shock hit you as he started to leave you, only to slam back in. You sobbed at the feeling, trying to calm down the feelings inside cervix by letting out screams out of your mouth.
You'd expected pain, but the angle he was hitting only let his cock reach your g-spot. Actually, going much further than the g-spot, yet maintaining the pleasure.
As he rams into you, as the screams and moans fill up the bedroom air, the rattling of a keyhole was barely audible. The key turned in the door that was across the apartment. The key turned frantically, as if it needed to get in urgently. Though as the scratching got louder and more audible, the person outside realised something - the door was unlocked.
Obviously you had noticed the noises from the front door, but Bucky hadn't. He grabs you jaw, making you face him again instead of the open doorway of the bedroom. "Face me."
"Someone's here, Buck." You say, breathlessly, with a whimper attached to the last words.
You would have expected him to stop his movements, but with the way his cock continued to slide into you, it seems like he had different plans.
You didn't mind of course, your brain had suddenly switched focus back onto Bucky, releasing moans from your throat from the feelings building up in your core.
His face buried in the side of your neck, leaving more marks than he could. This action made you lift your head high, tilting it to the side. Thought just as you opened your eyes, you saw someone lean against the doorway of the bedroom; he smirked as he watched you.
You let out a gasp, not because of who you saw, but with how deep he was thrusting into you now.
Blinking once more, you realise that this is real. "Bucky?"
He stood in the doorway, fully dressed in his sleek uniform that he showed off to you just this morning. How could there be two of them. How could there be two Buckys?
You stare at him in complete shock, still gripping on to his back while he pleasures you. Wait- then who's pleasuring you?
"Stop-" You say, tugging at his shoulders, but as soon as you could reply, the Bucky who was watching spoke first.
"Don't stop. She's having fun, right?"
You gulp. "I don't understand." You chuckle, now extremely vexed to the situation. The one who's fucking you is also standing in your doorway. What's happening?
You decide to break your eye contact with the one in the doorway, back to the one who's balls deep inside of you. He looks the same, but with messed-up hair, and flushed cheeks. They are the same person.
Though a green light started to emit, running along the edges of him, shifting his skin and clothes to someone completely different. The emerald aura blinding you for a split second as it reached his face, and all the way to the top.
His skin had gone pale, hair had gone slightly curly, and much longer. His jawline was just as sharp as Bucky's, his cheekbones stood out more. And his eyes... God his eyes.
The cock that still sat in you felt the same, but as he was changing to himself, you felt that same aura shift inside you, too.
You didn't feel uncomfortable. Even if the person fucking you wasn't who he seemed to have been, it's still so fucking good. Though instead, you were just as confused.
"Huh?" You say, "Are telling me I let a stranger fuck me? But- you were Bucky? I- um..."
The man with his jet black shoulder length hair stopped his thrusts, "You knew something felt off, pet," His accent was rich and pure, his voice vibrating into your ear, "and I know you love it. I know he loves it too. Don't you? ...Bucky?" Almost mocking his name.
You looked over to Bucky, watching his face return to stillness after he gave the same reaction you did. He didn't realise that the person between your legs was... him.
Bucky lifted his leaning from the doorway, walking dangerously slow to one of the lounge chairs in the corner of the room. He sat himself down, bucking his hips as his eyes stay locked on you. "That was quite the magic trick." He said, ignoring his question.
He lifted himself from you, leaving you hopeless as he turns to speak to Bucky. "I have more tricks..." He smirked, bringing his hand to his back. Bucky couldn't see what he was doing, but you can. Not only could you see his amazingly toned back, and how his shoulder blades fall into place with the muscles, you saw what what he was doing with his hand.
With a slight twitch to his index finger, he managed to conjure a dagger; it was laced beautifully with gold and silver, twisting around the stem all the way to the blade tip. You were so distracted by the men in your bedroom that you didn't even care about the strangeness or impossible sides of this story. Right now, you were only turned on with the fact they could be both inside you soon.
He brought the dagger to his front, gliding his finger across the metal, grabbing the blade to offer Bucky the handle.
Your legs were still wide open, on full display; Bucky took a quick glance at you. He took the dagger, but only to place it on the cabinet next to him. All you did was watch the situation. Watching him trace his fingers to his belt, then to his buttons to take off his clothes.
Déjà vu, hm?
Watching him do the process all over again made you close your thighs tight, desperate for some sort of friction.
"What is your name?" You say, watching him turn around to face you again. You can't help but to flicker your vision to the background, seeing Bucky's skin reveal itself from his uniform, but still eager to here a reply.
"I am Loki, God of Mischief."
Bucky interjected from the corner, "Of mischief, huh? You managed to trick my girl into thinking you were me." He finally took every single piece of clothing off, his cock extremely desperate for action. You can't blame him. You would be hungry too if you just stood and watched your lover be absolutely destroyed by someone else.
Both now sat on the bed, Bucky clutching the dagger, watching you become indecisive on who's cock to look at. You probably shouldn't be looking there, but you couldn't help it.
You gulped as Loki started pecking kisses on your ankles, ever so slowly trailing upwards to your calves. Bucky, however, came closer to your side as he takes you into a kiss on the lips. It was nothing much at first, but his tongue had soon found its way in. That little act of dominance was just the start.
Bucky's hands started roaming your skin, from your neck, pinching at the flesh, down to your breasts where his fingers caressed the whole area. It was hard to keep track with all the touching, especially when 4 palms are constantly on you.
You gave a soft moan to the feeling—both their lips on you. Loki stopped, bringing himself to his knees. He grabbed the undersides of your lower thighs, bringing you close to his dick. Your legs flung over his shoulders as he repositioned himself to your entrance.
As Bucky was still kissing you, you brought your hand to his cock, palming him as a different cock started to enter inside of you. You whimpered into his mouth, trying to let go of the feeling.
Though when Loki started to fuck you hard, Bucky noticed how you were struggling to kiss him back. So he ripped away from your lips, bringing the dagger to your jaw. You lifted your head up, trying your best not get cut from the blade.
Your breath was shaky. Not from Loki's cock deep inside of you, but with the fear of your skin being pierced. He slid the metal across your jawline, wearing a smile as he did so. He gripped your hair, bringing your head even closer to the headboard.
He lifted himself up, to lay his legs between your chest, his cock hanging towards your chin.
"Are you gonna fuck my face, Bucky?" You say, "I'd love it."
He let out a small chuckle. The blade had reached the point of your face, the pressure on your chin started to loosen by the blade, making you face directly to his tip.
As he removed the dagger completely from you, he flipped it once, catching it by the handle.
Show off.
He dropped the dagger on the bed, instantly disappearing with a green glow, slight golden shimmers lingering in the air as it does so.
You couldn't even process the strangeness of the dagger before Bucky gripped your jaw, using his thumbs to quickly flick your lips, signaling to open wide. Which you happily do so. Loki softens his thrusts, making you bounce less to help Bucky get what he wants.
You wrap your mouth around his cock, inviting him to go deeper if he'd like. But he stays there for a minute, letting your tongue do the magic itself, letting your tongue glide across his swollen tip, swirling around his skin with your saliva.
His hips accidently bucked forward, but played it off by doing it again. And again. And again. Each time going deeper. Each time rougher.
He kept going inch by inch, letting you adjust to his length. It went far past the back of your throat, you tried holding in your gags, trying your best to let him do as he pleases.
But it had soon clicked into place, your nose brushing past him everytime he fucked into your face. Second time you've had a cock in your mouth tonight.
The jigsaw was finally completed; Loki mutilating your cervix, and Bucky leaving large bruises on the back of your throat. Both relieving mass amounts of pleasure, just as much as you.
The grunting had become audible from both of them, now struggling for their own breath. Loki couldn't help himself but go harder, making your skin slap with each other's, only making Bucky move one of his hands behind your head to try and contain the unwanted movements.
Your eyes were shut closed, and your nostrils flared to get as much oxygen as you could—having to take sharp inhales everytime his cock un-clogged your throat.
You place your hands on his hips, trying to push him away. He immediately understands, letting go of your head to free you from him. You pant, trying to get your breath back. He removes himself from you, kneeling next to you, watching you continuously get railed.
But you grab his cheeks, pulling him down to kiss you again. He kissed you back, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth once more. When you finally pulled away, you gave him a smile. "I needed to share how amazing you tasted."
"I can taste myself on your tongue." He smirked back, palming himself as he switched his vision from your eyes to watch Loki's cock rummage into you.
He brought one hand from your hips to slick his one side of his hair back, the other still messy. You loved to see the untidiness of him, like how his grunts turned into soft, low moans. He's unfolding as he's inside of you.
Loki suddenly quickly pulled out, not being able to take it any longer. He finished himself off by fucking his palm. Before you knew it, his cum squirted all over your bare stomach. Though you never finished yourself, but Loki would've stayed if someone else wasn't there to take over.
With a nod to Bucky, they switched places. But this time, Bucky held you by the hips, flipping you over. You got to your knees, hands flat on the mattress. Bucky instantly found himself inside of you, not taking his time at all to make your skin connect.
He placed his hand on your throat, pulling you upwards so your back connected to his chest as he fucks you from behind. Loki took this as chance, placing himself in front of you to kiss you.
He carefully intertwined his fingers into your hair, bringing himself close to you. You kiss him back. He tasted much sweeter than Bucky, you have no idea why, but he did. You enjoyed every bit of it, though, trying to suck away the sweetness and lick it away from the flesh of his tongue.
Whilst this was happening, you could feel Loki's hot cum drip down your stomach, slowly pathing its way to your cunt. It almost felt like it was melting through your skin.
You started moaning like crazy, you were sure you couldn't hold it any longer. You were finally able to cum tonight, and you won't waste this chance. Your muscles started to contract, twisting on itself as Bucky's cock shaped your walls with every thrust.
You let the feeling burst, letting the pleasure course through your veins, pumping across your body in mass amounts. You moaned, not having any strength to kiss Loki back. He bit down slowly on your bottom lip as you left your jaw wide open.
Bucky shortly followed, spurting his own cum deep inside you. You can feel the liquid against your flesh from the inside, feeling how it covers every square-inch.
"Oh, fuck." Bucky grunted, releasing his grip from your throat. This action made you fall face first into the mattress, your ass still resting on his thighs. You grip tightly onto the fabric, closing your eyes.
He removed his cock from you, watching his cum spill out of your entrance, slowly dropping onto the duvet, soaking the design on the covers.
Both Loki and Bucky watched you sink into the bed, watching the contents of your pussy drip.
"You were such a good girl, you know that, right?" Loki said.
You hummed in response—too tired to speak. Bucky chuckled, smiling down at your body, running his fingers across the middle of your back. "My good girl."
You finally laughed, finally acknowledging their praises. You smiled into the blanket, now feeling comfort after what had just happened.
You got to your knees, still facing away from the men. You stopped your laughing, and cleared your throat. "Again?"