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The day was going like any other Wednesday would, filled with endless, boring meetings, the third of which had just finished.
Standing before the floor to ceiling window, you raised your fingers above your head, stretching out the muscles throughout your body that had been sitting in the same position for hours upon hours as you stared out at the beautiful city below, the sun creating a stunning orange glow as it started to set over the horizon.
Two contrasting hands slipped around your waist, touching the skin that had been exposed whilst you stretched and gently pulled you back into his chest, his rough facial hair tickling the skin of your neck as he nuzzled into you, kissing over your pulse point.
Your hands move back to hold onto the back of his head, tugging lightly on his short brown hair, holding him close as he simply held you for a few moments.
Turning slowly in his arms, your fingers trailed down his cheeks and over his jawline, his lips curling up as he stared down at you, his thumbs twirling in circles against your hips.
Your eyes flicked between his blue ones before dropping to the dimple in the middle of his chin, leaning up to kiss it, his stubble rough against your lips.
You leaned up further onto your tiptoes, your lips meeting his.
Bucky’s metal hand lifted to cup your cheek, not deepening the kiss but just to hold you against him before pulling back and kissing your forehead sweetly.
“Only one more mama.”
“I know, I’m just trying to prepare for it, you know how hot-headed John gets”, you responded, not having the energy to sit through one more meeting, let alone the fact that it was with John Walker, who always found something to argue about and shout.
Bucky hummed in response, “I know, but we need him on our side, as much as it pains me to say it.” Kissing your forehead one more time, he stepped back, moving to prepare the table with notepads, pens, glasses, and jugs of water.
Your eyes drifted from the brunette to the blonde who was sitting at the head of the large wooden table in the centre of the room, his fingers moving quickly across the laptop keyboard as he responded to a few emails.
Sauntering over, as you reached his large leather chair, he leaned back, not taking his eyes off the screen but holding out one arm for you to climb into his lap.
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your cheeks as you straddled his lap, your thighs burning slightly as you rested them on either side of his muscular ones, head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes, his arm wrapping around your back, warmth spreading through your clothes making you feel safe and secure.
His bearded face brushed against the top of your head as he held his lips against you for a few seconds, breathing in your scent for a second, feeling his muscles relax slightly around you.
As much as you needed both of the men around you, small moments like this proved that the feeling was mutual; your heart filled with so much happiness that you momentarily forgot about the meeting until another member of your team popped his head into the room, “he’s here, boss.”
All three of you sighed. Steve shut his laptop as you moved backwards until you stood between Steve and the desk, intending to sit in your seat, but his arms blocked you in.
Looking at his smirking face as he stood, cornering you in and leaning down to kiss your lips, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip before moving away, leaving you flustered and silently cursing as he left you wanting more.
Steve moved to welcome the visitors as you sat in the leather seat to the right of Steve and opposite Bucky.
Picking up the glass of water in front of you, you drank deeply to try and refrain from physically cringing as you heard John’s voice booming around the room, already being able to tell that he was in a foul mood.
Bucky’s jaw muscles clenched as he stared at the man approaching the table, followed by two of his bodyguards, only welcoming them all with a slight nod of his head as he sat a seat away from Bucky, his guards sitting on either side of him.
Steve returned to the table, reclining back in his seat, resting his chin on his finger as he lifted an eyebrow at the guest, waiting for him to start.
Almost instantly, John went off on a tangent about money, wanting extra men to help support his supply run and needing more control over the restaurants that Steve owned, which held secret gambling parties after hours.
The longer he went on, the more you zoned him out, thinking about anything and everything except the current situation, particularly the way that Steve’s muscles bulged under his crisp white shirt.
So when your eyes drifted away from Steve and back to John, a swirling sensation erupted across your stomach, your mouth going dry as you took in John’s appearance.
His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, fists clenched and shaking on the desk as specks of spit glistened on his chin, he looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
Sitting up straighter in your seat, you subtly glanced at Bucky, who caught your eye briefly, offering a small smile before looking back towards John as he finished his ranting, staring venomously at Steve.
The term polar opposite was the perfect way to describe the difference between how John was sat and Steve, who was still sitting calmly, leaning forward in his chair as he contemplated John’s words, his forearms resting against the edge of the table as he grasped his hands together until finally, he looked towards John and evenly said, “No.”
The atmosphere was already tense, but it had become nearly unbearable; you didn’t dare even breathe as everyone's eyes snapped between the two blonde men.
John’s voice had dropped an octave as he responded, “What do you mean no, Rogers?”
Steve didn’t back down, “Exactly what I said, John. No.”
John immediately stood from his seat, the leather chair bouncing off the floor as he started shouting and pointing his finger towards Steve.
His movements made you jump in your seat, your hands starting to tremble in your lap as Bucky subconsciously reached into his jacket for his gun, both John’s guards twitching as well, but Steve didn’t falter, remaining calm as he watched John spiral.
“You don’t get to say no to me! I deserve so much fucking reward than this shit that you give me now! How fucking dare you-”.
No one in the room had expected it or could have prepared as John lifted his glass of water and threw it harshly down onto the table in anger.
Shards of glass flew everywhere, soaking the table and your lap with water. Bucky and Steve, with their quick reflexes, were able to cover their faces with their sleeved arms, but you weren’t as fast or had as much protection, as you weren’t able to cover your face, taking the brunt of the sharp shards that cut and scratched your face.
Everyone dared not move as they breathed heavily, all eyes on you.
Taking in a shaky breath, you felt pain flare over your face and neck, a warm trickle starting to leak down the side of your face.
You knew what it was, but you couldn’t stop as your fingers drifted from your lap to your face, feeling the wetness beneath your fingertips and then finally seeing the red liquid as smaller trickles were also leaking down your neck from where the glass had scratched you.
For all the years of being a part of the mafia, you’d not had as much as a papercut, the boys always making sure you were either protected by them or taken away from situations, the only markings you’d had were bruises from a particularly hard fucking session with the boys, otherwise, you had been perfectly safe, until now.
Blinking slowly, you took your eyes away from your injuries and, in a daze, looked towards your boys, both of whom were staring at you with unreadable expressions. It was John’s voice that snapped you all out of the trance.
“I’m- I'm sorry”.
You couldn’t hold back the scream as Bucky moved with unnatural speed, pulling his gun free and shooting the guard in the head next to him and as his body slumped forward, quickly shooting the second guard before he had even pulled his gun free, leaving John without protection.
The door to the office banged open, and three members of your team stormed in with their guns drawn.
You sat frozen as Steve kicked his chair back and had his hands around John’s collar, throwing him so violently onto the table that it creaked on impact.
John flailed under him, begging him to stop as Steve punched him frantically across the face, each one causing a sickening crack, his knuckles quickly covered in blood that started to seep up his white sleeves and splatter across his chest.
You’d never seen Steve with such wrath in his eyes before as he stopped his punching. John is only just conscious as his head lolled from side to side, nearly unrecognisable already as Steve pulled him off the table and onto the floor, John being too weak to soften his fall.
“Steve, stop”.
The mafia boss was now looking at you, almost growling in rage as he looked over your injuries once more, his blue eyes now seemed practically black as he glanced behind you, “Take her to my office”, he demanded.
You shook your head, standing up, glass falling from your lap to the floor as you moved around the table in a daze, “Steve, please just listen to me, we need him, you know we do, so just stop.”
Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking your path, but it didn’t even look like him; his jaw was clenched, his eyes hard, with no hint of humour or love, as they usually did, his frame towering over you.
“Bucky, please, you know we need to stop him, let’s just all go home.”
He didn’t seem to listen to you, though, as his eyes searched your face, seemingly looking at every cut on your face, like he was counting them, until he too glanced at the other men in the room, nodding for them to come forward.
You started to move towards him as he turned to Steve, but you stopped when you saw the knife in his hand and his slow, predatory walk over to John, taking a second to look him over before plunging the knife into his foot.
Bile started to rise in your throat from the sound of John’s scream, it sounded almost animalistic as Bucky pulled the knife out and stabbed it into his other foot.
An arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you back, “come on Boss lady, you don’t need to see this”, Sam’s voice floated over you as you numbly turned, letting him lead you out the door, the sounds of agonising screams following you both as he took you into the elevator.
The ride down to Steve’s office went by in a silent blur, following Sam closely as he opened the door for you and directing you to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the oak desk.
Opening up a cabinet, he pulled out the first aid box and knelt in front of you.
“I’m going to clean your wounds and take out any pieces of glass that's still in there, ok? Then I’ll find you a change of clothes so you can get out of these wet ones.”
You nodded weakly, sitting still as he started wiping the blood from your face, his steady hands moving slowly to not hurt you, but you didn’t care.
You could feel yourself drifting, the pain in your face and neck easing until you felt nothing, not even as Sam used tweezers to pull any small shards of glass from your skin.
The only thought going through your head was of the boys, and how scared they had made you; all you wanted was for them to hold you, and yet here you were without either of them.
You weren’t sure when you had started to cry, only realising it when Sam’s thumb brushed against your cheek, “I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but you’ve got to listen to me, ok? Those boys love you more than anything else in the world, probably too much, and seeing you hurt like that, no matter who was the one to do it, they’re going to protect you. I know you’ve never seen them like that and I haven’t either, not for a long time, but you’ve got to understand that they were scared as well, they’d do everything humanly possible to protect you so seeing you like this, it was probably like a switch in them went off. They’re still your boys, he’s still yours, Buckaroo and Stevie.”
Nodding your head, you whispered, “My boys,” your eyes starting to become unfocused on a spot on the wall behind Sam, who sighed as he watched you lean into his touch, your fingers fiddling in your lap.
He moved away from you, searching through the cupboards until he found the spare clothes that Steve always kept for you, usually being used for when he ripped your clothes off before fucking you over his desk.
He talked you through changing, turning around to give you some privacy before taking the wet and bloodied clothes from your hands, leaving you in blue joggers and one of Steve’s grey shirts.
“Where’s Daddies?” you asked Sam, the anxieties of the day taking their emotional toll as you fell hard into subspace.
“They’ll be here soon, just get some rest.”
He moved you over to the couch at the side of the room, covering you in Bucky’s jacket that had been left on the chair, your eyes closing instantly as his smell wrapped around you.
It was another hour before the office door opened. Sam stood from the chair that he’d placed next to you and faced his friends and Boss.
There didn’t seem to be one part of them that wasn’t covered in blood, both instantly walking towards you, but stopping when Sam blocked their path.
“You really think her seeing you like this is going to make it any easier? Boss, she’s gone, it’s the worst I’ve seen her, so forgive me for getting in the way, but both of you need to get showered.”
The frowns on their faces relaxed slightly as Sam explained why he stood in the way.
Steve spoke first, his voice low, “When you say gone, how bad, exactly?”
“Gone, as in didn’t flinch once when I pulled glass from her face,” Sam responded, looking between the two men as their shoulders dropped, guilt flashing across their expressions.
Without saying another word, both men retreated the way that they came, not returning until they both had showered and changed out of the blood-stained suits and into fresh dark jeans and white shirts.
They thanked Sam for looking after you and silently studied your face, fresh waves of anger rolling through them at seeing the minor scratches littering your face and neck, but they’d destroyed John, making him suffer more than they’d made anyone before.
Moving as swiftly as he could, Steve shimmied his arms under you, pulling you gently into his arms until you were curled into his chest, still keeping Bucky’s jacket wrapped around you so you could smell them both, smiling lightly in your sleep as you clutched to his shirt.
They’d decided to take you home, being careful not to wake you. As Bucky helped strap you and Steve into the car, they drove you all home slowly, hoping that waking you in your own home would help keep you calm.
It was another hour later before they decided to wake you, having carried you straight up to your shared room, leaning into Steve’s chest still as he sat up, his large palm stroking up and down your back. Bucky knelt on the side of the bed, both now dressed in a shirt and boxers, as he held a glass of water, holding it next to your mouth as he tried to coax you awake, “come on mama, wake up, I need you to drink some of this for me.”
You frowned as the voices became louder, pulling you out of the safe place you had surrounded yourself with.
“Listen to my voice, Doll, come back to us, please, I need you to drink this water” he watched as your eyes moved beneath your lids, eyebrows furrowing as a soft whimper left your throat at being woken.
“Daddy?” your voice was quiet and delicate as your eyes finally opened, eyelids fluttering as you looked at Bucky’s smiling face a few inches from your own, the cool rim of the glass was tingling against your lips as you automatically opened your mouth, letting Bucky tip water slowly in until you’d had half of the glass.
“Good girl”, he praised, rubbing your back along with Steve, who lightly kissed the top of your head. “Now, you know you’re always our best girl, but we need you to come back to us, alright? Listen to my voice, Mama, and come back to us. Stevie wants you to float back to us as well, don’t you, bud?”
The chest you were leaning on started to vibrate as Steve’s voice filled through your senses like smoke, “That’s right, baby girl, you’ve done so well today, but we are here now, we’re going to look after you, come back to us.”
Both men continued to praise you, giving you comforting touches, their warmth feeding into you as your senses started to return.
You always struggled when coming out of subspace. It started with tingling in your fingertips and toes, then your hearing and sight became clearer, before you had complete comprehension of your surroundings.
Pushing off Steve’s chest, you sat back on his lap, blinking a few times before squeezing your eyes shut, shaking your head to clear the fogginess that was left over, but in the movement, pain sparked through your neck, and it hit you like a tidal wave. Reaching up, your fingers grazed over the small cuts from the bottom of your neck, over your cheeks and forehead.
A warm hand gently grasped yours and pulled it away from your face. “Don’t touch them, honey, do you want something for the pain?”
You nodded, but Steve shook his head slightly as he caught your eye.
“You know I need to hear your words when I’m giving you medication”.
Clearing your throat, you looked him directly in the eye, “Please, can I have something for the pain?”
Bucky shifted next to you, holding up the pain medication tablets and a glass of water, of which you happily took them both, finishing off the water before handing him back the empty glass.
“Are you both ok?”
Bucky chuckled next to you, tilting your head towards him, his fingers touching the end of your nose, “Shouldn’t we be asking you that, doll?”
His eyes flicked up and across your face, sadness seeping into his eyes as he looked you over, shoulders dropping as he looked defeated.
“Doll, I’m sorry you had to see me like that today, I haven’t been in a headspace like that for a long time and something just snapped in me when I saw you bleeding and hurt, I could have killed everyone in that fucking building if they got between me and that prick.”
You could tell he was getting worked up again, so you rested your palm against his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheek, stopping his rant instantly as he turned to kiss your delicate hand.
Steve’s hands moved from your back to cup behind the back of your head, mindful of your cuts, so that you were now looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m not sorry about what I did, that scumbag hurt what’s mine, what’s ours” he nodded towards Bucky before continuing.
“I promised you years ago that I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, and I broke that promise today. I’m never letting that happen again, ever. So no, I’m not sorry that you saw me beating a guy to death because he damn sure deserved it.”
Your heart was beating hard in your chest, your mouth opening wide to respond, but you didn't know what to say. Of course, you didn’t blame either of them for John’s actions; the whole situation had just been so overwhelming.
Instead of using your words, you leaned in quickly and kissed his lips, both of his hands hovering behind your head for a second before moving down your spine, holding you to him.
Pulling back, you kissed both of his beard cheeks before repeating this on Bucky, starting with his cheeks and then finding his lips.
Tilting your head, you tried to deepen the kiss, but pain flared over your chin and cheeks as your injured face rubbed against his facial hair, causing you to pull back quickly, rubbing over the spots that hurt.
Your lips pouted childishly, “So now I can’t even kiss either of you? I hate this.”
Bucky laughed softly, pulling your hand to his lips, kissing the palm lightly, “you don’t need to kiss us, let us take care of you”, he smirked as your eyes watched his lips turn into a smirk, his tongue swiping a line in your palm before kissing it once more.
“Would you like that? Want us to take care of you?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
It was Steve’s hands that moved first, his warm hands massaging slow circles in your back, hips, up to your stomach until they cupped your breaths, his thumbs swiping over your nipples that were peaking through your shirt, his movements making you gasp slightly, your abdomen tightening from the arousal that was building.
Using his finger and thumb, he twists your nipples, pulling on them before allowing them to snap back to your body, enjoying the small noises you were making.
His hands then cupped your breasts, squeezing them both before holding them in a C-shape, leaning his warm mouth forward to suck them into his mouth, the fabric acting like a barrier from the full pleasure that you craved.
Steve moved between each breast, sucking each nipple into his mouth, squeezing the breasts in his hands as Bucky moved so he was straddling behind you, his fingers tugging on the bottom of your shirt, lifting it until Steve had to let go and pulling it tenderly over your head and throwing it to the floor.
Steve's hands and mouth returned their attack on your tits, this time nipping at the erect buds, before licking them with the flat of his tongue to soothe the twinge as Bucky kissed your shoulder, your head leaning back to rest against his metal shoulder.
His cold hand held your side as you subconsciously rolled your hips against Steve’s thighs, begging for more friction as you mewled at the feeling.
Bucky’s warm breath hit your ear as he looked down your front at Steve’s movements as his hand slipped past the waistband of your joggers to cup your cunt, your juices coating his fingers instantly.
“Oh Stevie, you should feel how wet she is, fucking soaking already.”
He pulled his hand out and held it out for Steve, who sucked every digit, growling as he tasted you before moving back to your breasts, sucking and squeezing them harder.
The brunette's hand returned to your cunt, using two fingers to rub back and forth on your sensitive clit, making you roll your hips harder as he nipped at your shoulder before kissing the spot.
“I want you to cum without anything inside of you, do you think you can do that for us?”
Bucky asked as he started to move his fingers in a circular movement to match what your hips were doing.
“Yes! Please don’t stop, that feels so good, Sirs”, you were breathing frantically now, one hand holding Steve to your chest and the other gripping the back of Bucky’s hair, tugging on it harshly as your thighs started to shake from the overstimulation to your clit and breasts.
Your moisture was starting to stain your joggers as your hole clenched around nothing, eyes closing as pleasure kept building until you felt it couldn’t feel any better when it all came crashing down, every muscle spasming with pleasure as you came, both boys holding you up, slowly stopping their movements.
You collapsed back into Bucky, catching your breath as Steve’s large fingers moved down your body, pulling down your joggers as Bucky wrapped his arm around your middle, effortlessly picking you up so your trousers could be discarded, leaving you nude to both of them.
Steve stripped his shirt off, shifting his hips to pull down his boxers and expose his cock, the girthy member resting against his abdomen, the precum glistening in the bedroom light as it dripped down his tip.
You felt almost feral as Bucky manhandled you until you were back in Steve’s laps, your knees hugging his hips as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers gripping into his blonde hair as you wanted to do nothing more than kiss him.
Hovering your mouth close to his, one hand holding your hip, the other went to grip the base of his cock, moving it up and down your folds, it grazing over your clit causing you to shiver at the sensitivity.
“You going to sit on my cock baby? Your cunt’s already dripping down on me” you moaned in response trying to push your hips down but his grip on you stopped all movements, he was in control and you loved it.
“Listen to me closely, ok? You’re going to take my cock and then Buckys like the good girl that you are and you’re going to take both our loads deep inside of you because you’re ours and no one else's, do you understand?”
Your mouth went slack as his words, your thighs clenching him harder with how much his words turned you on.
“Yes, Sir, please, I want you both so bad.”
He smiled at your words, his eyes searching yours wildly as he finally pulled your hips down, his tip pulsing into you, your walls stretching as you moved down him without much time to prepare, not caring at that moment, just needing him desperately.
Steve swore as his balls brushed your ass as he sat fully inside of you, his tip hitting your cervix as your clit tingled from finally being filled.
Not wasting another second you started to move up and down, with the help of Steve who lifted you before dropping you back onto his cock, both of you moaning loudly at the sensation.
Your chest brushed against him as you started with a fast rhythm, not wanting to hold back as your hips slapped together, your cunt making gushing noises from all your moisture.
You hadn’t even noticed Bucky’s movement until you felt his hands down your back, quickly glancing over your shoulders, you saw him kneeling closer to you, over Steve’s legs that were tensing with each thrust.
The coolness of his metal hand drifted between your bodies as he attached to your clit, pinching it lightly and smiling at the deep groan that you made before rubbing it in time with Steve’s thrusts.
Bucky started whispering praises in your ear that were driving you crazy, your walls clenching harshly around Steve as you felt your orgasm building.
“I can feel you trying to milk me baby but I need you just to hold on, I want you to cum with me,” you groaned in frustration as you tried to not concentrate on the building tension in your abdomen, knowing you wouldn’t be able to last for much longer.
“I’m nearly there, hold on to my shoulders tighter,” you said as instructed. Sweat was slowly starting to drip down your cheeks, stinging your healing cuts.
Bucky’s fingers left your body as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your shoulder as he leaned back and started to thrust frantically up into you, your knees weren’t even touching the bed anymore as he overpowered you, fucking you like you were a ragdoll and all you could do was scream in ecstasy as you were on the verge of cuming until you couldn’t hold it anymore.
Your nails dug into the muscles of his back as every muscle clenched and spasmed, holding him closer as your tight cunt squeezed him hard and he came as well. You felt his hot seed filling you up and bursting out, dripping down onto his hips as he slowed his movement, collapsing back onto the bed.
You were trying to catch your breath until you felt warm lips trailing open-mouthed kisses up your spine as Bucky’s arms wrapped around you.
“I think it’s my turn now, don’t you think?” you and Steve hummed in agreement and they both helped you climb off Steve who moved across on the bed, his half-limp cock laying in a small pool of his cum.
Bucky positioned you on your back exactly where Steve had been and leaned down to kiss you, stopping just before touching, as he saw your cuts, instead of leaning down to place one on your chest and kneeling before you, holding your legs out wide.
Reaching down you tried to pump his cock through his boxers but his hand stopped you, shaking his head as he looked at you with a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I think the agreement was that we both filled you up with our load, wasn’t it? I think you’re missing a few drops over there, mama.”
Looking across you saw the puddle of cum on Steve. Your cheeks warmed as you watched Bucky lean across and scooped up the thick liquid with two fingers before moving it back to you, and shoving it back into your cunt, making you moan as the now cool liquid mixed inside of you.
Bucky pulled his boxers down so they rested mid-thigh like Steve’s were, his thick veiny cock standing to attention before you, the tip red and glistening as he pushed your legs together and up towards your chest, exposing your cunt perfectly for him.
Lining up with your entrance, he pushed in instantly, grunting at your warm, wet walls clenching around him. His thrusts were strong, rocking the bed as his tip brushed against your soft spot inside, his curly mound brushing against your now swollen clit as your hands gripped onto his forearms.
“You feel so fucking good, I love feeling Steve’s cum inside of you”, Bucky gasped as he picked up his speed, every thrust causing wet sounds to gush from your cunt.
Your hand was removed from Bucky’s arm as Steve took it into his own, lying on his side as he watched you get thoroughly fucked, your fingers holding onto him for as if your life depended on it as that familiar coil started to tighten in your abdomen, your eyes rolling back.
Bucky’s hands relaxed on you, moving your legs until they wrapped around his waist, leaning down until he was hovering on his forearm over you, his thrusts hitting deeper and harder from this slight change in position, driving you wild.
“Please Sir, I’m going to cum, I need you to fill me with your cum!”
Steve and Bucky groaned at your words, loving to hear you beg as Bucky’s cock plunged in and out of you in a blur, your chest arching into his as your orgasm started to flow through you, your whole body quivering, your throat aching from the all the moaning you’d been doing as you shouted his name and after a few more thrusts, Bucky came as well. The thought of his and Steve’s cum mixing inside of you caused you to clench once more making Bucky moan and pull out.
Steve shifted forward, both men looking down at your ruined hole at both of their juices flowing out, Steve kissed your knee, “That’s our girl.”
You smiled tiredly at them both as they started to kiss every inch of your body except for your neck and face, slowly and intimately, until Bucky removed himself from the bed, moving into the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up delicately, apologising when you winced as he touched your overstimulated cunt.
Steve moved you onto your side so you were facing him, Bucky climbing into the bed behind you, so he was spooning you. The three of you cuddled for a few moments. “I love you both.”
They both responded with their love, Steve mumbling against the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest, “We’ll always protect you, baby girl, no one will hurt you again”.