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"Fuck Steve, I don't know how much longer I can wait. I am losing patients." Bucky growls, his steel blue eyes locked onto his prey.
"I know Buck," Steve sighs, "but we can't scare her off."
Bucky's gaze snaps over to the blond male, "Scare her off? Damn it Steve, she wants it just as badly as we do. If you can't see that then…"
Steve cuts the former assassin off, "I know she wants us, I am not as helpless with women as everyone thinks. You know that. I just want to make sure that she wants both of us, not just one. And understand just what she is getting into."
They turn back to the woman in question, Dasha Durham, just in time to see her glance their way, flashing them a small smile before turning back around to continue her conversation with some guy they do not know. Her golden brown her flowing in soft waves down her back, green eyes sparkling with amusement as she laughs at something the man she is talking to says. Both Steve and Bucky are hit with a wave of jealousy, feeling a sense of possessiveness at seeing her practically flirt with another man. While they might not have made anything official, but everyone knows that Dasha is their girl and no one flirts with their girl. They have staked their claim, they just need to get her to the relationship.
Bucky glowers at the man with Dasha, "Well there is only one way to find out. And I'm going to find out right now."
With quick strides, they make their way over to Dasha and the object to their irritation.
"Dash! Hello Doll!" Steve exclaims with a forced smile.
He pulls her into him for a side hug, pressing his lips to the top of her head, though his eyes do not leave the other male.
Dasha beams up at the two super soldiers with a wide grin, "Steve! Bucky!"
She cheers moving to stand between the two men holding onto their arms. Bucky wraps his arm around her shoulders, where Steve has his round her waist, and gives her a kiss on her cheek. Just like Steve, Bucky's eyes remain focused on the man who Dasha was just talking too. Eyes narrow in a deadly glare,
"Who's this Kitten?" his voice gruff, not even trying to hide is irritation.
"Uh… D-Dave, S-s….uhm, Sir." he shifts awkwardly, clearing his throat.
Dasha is either oblivious or just chooses to ignore the tension between the three men, she just grins, "Dave here has been keeping my company tonight, isn't that nice of him? I'm sure I would have just been bored out of my mind if he had not been nice enough to be my companion for tonight."
Steve gives a tight smile, tightening his hold around her waist, "Yeah, real nice."
"Um, yeah, welcome?" Dave sputters, looking ready to bolt any second.
"Dave was just telling me a story from his time at MIT! Isn't that so impressive? He actually graduated in the top ten of his class at MIT! I think that is so amazing, and he even said that he would give me a tour of his workshop one day!"
Dave put his head down, embarrassed at Dasha boosting about him to the two men who clearly want to toss him out a window.
Bucky dips his closer to her ear, "You are playing a dangerous game here Kitten. Better rethink whatever it is you are trying to do."
She simply smiles up at him, "I don't know what you are talking about Sergeant?"
He growls lowly at the name. She knows exactly what she is doing, the little shit. His makes eye contact with Steve who gives a small nod.
"Well thanks Dave we really appreciate you keeping her company. But we are here now, so…."
His voice trails off, trying to find a nice way to tell Dave to fuck off.
Bucky, is in no mood for being nice, "What he is trying to say is leave. Now. Oh and Dasha won't be needing that "tour" of your workshop."
Dave's eyes go wide, "R-right, I-I'll see you l-later Dasha."
He practically runs away from the trio like his ass is on fire.
Dasha lets go of their arms and turns to face them, with a glare and says nothing but turns back around and walks away, moving away from the crowd.
"Oh come on Dasha," Steve calls after her, the two males following close behind her.
She turns back arms crossed over her chest, "Now, that was just mean and uncalled for."
"Whatever could you mean Doll?"
Steve and Bucky put of a fake look of innocence that has Dasha scoffing,
"Oh don't try that on me," she says, pointing a finger at them, "you scared Dasha off on purpose."
"Well, what's ya want us to say Kitten?" Bucky shrugs, "We don't take to kindly to guys flirting with our girl. You should be happy he was able to walk away." he teases with a smirk.
Dasha raises an eyebrow at the dark haired male, "Oh, I'm your girl now am I? I don't recall you or Steve asking me out on a date. And what makes you so sure that I would even want to date you Sergeant? Maybe I just want Steve?"
Now she is just messing with them.
Bucky takes a step closer to her, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. Steve grins watching her cheeks tint with a light pink. Bucky dips his head closer to her ear,
"Don't try and kid yourself Kitten. I see the way you look at me. Lust in your eyes. See how you bite your lip when you watch Steve and I train. I bet you even think about the two of us fucking you when you are playing with those toys you have hidden away in your room. You want us to fuck you, don't you Kitten? All you have to do is say the word Kitten and you can have us, both of us. Steve and I are a package deal Kitten. You get one, you get both."
A shudder runs through her body, Dasha's mind going right to every wet dream she has ever had featuring the two super soldiers Just the image of being sandwiched between their bodies as they pump their thick cocks into her fast and hard has her dripping. She squeezes her legs together to try and ease the throbbing in her cunt. Biting her lower lip, she gazes up at the two men through hooded eyes.
"Oh I think you like that idea, huh Kitten? What'd ya think Stevie?" Bucky playfully remarks, grabbing Dasha by the hips to pull her into his chest.
Dasha lets out a small whine, grinding against Bucky. She runs her hands up his chest, to wrap around his neck.
Steve presses up against her back, moving his hands up to cup her breast.
"I think you're right Buck. Our dirty little girl is so turned on right now, I can feel her nipples right through her dress." Steve says, and she can hear the smirk in his voice.
Leaning her head back to rest on Steve's chest, Dasha draws a sharp breath feeling Steve pinch her clothed nipples.
"I-it's cold… s'all…" Dasha stutters out, failing at sounding even remotely convincing.
Bucky chuckles lowly, "Really?" he asks, "I don't believe you."
His places light kisses along her neck, "So sweet…"
A small moan falls from her lips, as her head tilts to the side, giving Bucky better access to her neck.
Steve's mouth nips at her lobe, "So hot Doll, I can't wait to get my mouth on these tits. Fuck Doll, you got me so damn hard,"
He presses his cock against her ass making gasp,
"Steve…"
"Want that Doll? You want my cock pounding in your tight little ass while Bucky takes your wet pussy, feeling both of us fucking you at the same time. Come on Doll," Steve urges, "just say the words and we will give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine. "
Dasha can only manage a small moan, pushing her hips back to grind on his cock. She can feel Bucky lightly trace up her leg,
"You're dripping aren't you? Soaked through those panties of yours Kitten? Thinking about us taking you right here? You can't wait for us to get you in the bed."
Dasha shakes her head, trying to deny their word even though it is no use. If not for Steve's arms wrapped around her, she would have collapsed to the floor by now. Bucky chuckles, vibrating against her neck,
"You forget Kitten, we are enhanced in every way," Bucky voice rumbles in her ear, "I can smell how wet you are. Don't deny you haven't thought about the two of us; touching you, kissing you, fucking you. God, I just wanna bury my face between your legs, make you cum with my tongue, fingers stretching this pretty pussy out, getting you ready to take our cocks. You'd like that wouldn't you, maybe I'll use my metal hand, know how turned on it gets you."
"Oh fuck… please!" Dasha whines, bucking her hips in attempt to get him to move his hand closer to where she so desperately wants him.
"What is it Doll?" Steve growls, "Tell us what you want. We have to hear you say it Doll. Your pleasure is our pleasure Doll. We just need you to say the word."
Her voice catches in her throat as Bucky pushes her panties to the side, sliding a single finger knuckle deep into her cunt. "We want you Kitten, so bad, both of us. But we have to hear you say you want us too. Not just one either Kitten. Both. And it will not be just a onetime thing." Bucky's words send shivers down her spine. She can barely think straight between Bucky's finger slowly fucking her cunt, and Steve gently massaging and teasing her breasts. It was her deepest fantasy coming to life by two of the sexiest men she has ever met, hard to believe they are real.
"Y- yes, please! I- I wa- want you, need you, both…please! Bucky… Steve." Her voice no more than a whisper as she digs her nails into Bucky's shoulders.
Bucky and Steve lock eyes over her shoulder, giving a slight nod. They pull away slightly, making Dasha whine at the lost of their touch. They help her fix her dress, discreetly trying to hide their erections. Steve takes Dasha's hand while Bucky has his hand on her lower back. "Let's get out of here."
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The second the trio enters Bucky and Steve's shared apartment, heading straight into Steve's bedroom, Steve's lips crash onto Dasha's pinning her body to his. His hands coming up the squeeze her breasts in his large hands. She let's out a gasp, placing her arms on his abs, feeling his hard muscles twitch under her touch. His tongue toying, teasing hers, grinding his cock against her, making her moan into the kiss.
Bucky moves her hair to the side, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin of her neck. He drags the zipper of Dasha's dress down, and both men push the fabric off her body, leaving her completely exposed with just her black, lace trimmed cheeky panties. He proceeds to move from her neck, kissing down her back to kneel behind her. He wastes no time, ripping her panties off and throwing the ripped fabric to the side. Dasha is too lost in Steve's kiss to even care.
"Fuck Kitten, you have the most perfect ass!" he rasps, gripping the cheeks of her ass.
Dasha pulls away from Steve's mouth, throwing her head back in a loud moan as Bucky's flesh hand comes down in a hard slap to her ass.
"Sergeant!" she cries out his name as she repeats the movement, nipping at her other ass cheek.
Steve's ducks his head down, covering her breast with his mouth. She threads her fingers through his hair, arching her back closer to his mouth. He pays equal attention to each breast, sucking her nipples between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw mewls and moans from Dasha.
The cool metal of Bucky's bionic fingers glide over the wet lips of her cunt, coating his fingers in her slick,
"So fucking wet Kitten. Such a good little Kitten aren't you, want me to finger this pussy, huh? Naughty little kitten."
"Bucky!" Dasha screams, feeling Bucky slide two fingers into her hot cunt.
"Relax Kitten, don't want to hurt you. Gotta prep you Kitten, get you ready for our cocks. Fuck, can't wait to fuck this tight pussy, so tight around my finger."
Steve takes his mouth away from Dasha's tits, "Like that Doll? Does it feel good, his fingers stretching that tight hole…getting you ready for both of us."
"Why don't you eat that pussy, Stevie, get her nice as wet for us."
The blond male drops to her knees as Bucky stands back up. His free hand replacing Steve's mouth, pinching, twisting her poor nipples. Steve lifts one of her legs over his shoulder. His tongue lashes out, lapping at her juices spilling from her cunt. Using his tongue to circle and tease her clit,
"AHHH! Oh God! Please… please… Steve, Bucky! Oh Fuck!"
Dasha feels so hot, too many sensations as they play her body like a fine tuned instrument. Bucky tilts her head, capturing her lips with his own, just as Steve slips two fingers in with Bucky's. She screams into the kiss, her body shaking, thrashing and bucking against their fingers, pushing Steve's face closer to her cunt.
Her orgasm washes over her without warning, making her legs give out. Nails digging into Steve's scalp and Bucky's flesh arm. Her walls clenching around their fingers, her juices dripping down her thighs. Steve does not let a single drop go to waste,
"So fucking good Doll. I could eat this pussy all damn day." he groans, diving back between her legs to continue tasting her.
Bucky laughs, "Don't forget Steve, you gotta share."
"Fine, if I must." Steve mumbles, standing back up and crashes his lips to hers, forcing Dasha to taste herself on his lips.
She pushes Steve back and takes a step back from the two, breathing hard as she looks at them with lust filled eyes,
"This isn't fair. I'm completely naked and you both are still dressed."
Both men smirk, eyes never leaving her as they begin to strip off their clothing. Dasha bites her lips, enjoying the show of these two perfect specimens getting undressed. Her eyes roam over their body, watching their muscles flex with each movement. Fuck, how are they even real? They look two damn perfect. She doesn't even try to stop the moan that falls from her lips at the sight of their hard, throbbing cocks, standing long and thick. Pre-cum drips from the tips, making Dasha's mouth water at the sight.
She drops to her knees in front of them, hesitantly reaching out to wrap a hand around each of their pricks.
"Please, let me suck your cocks. I want you both to fuck my mouth. Wanna taste your cum, please. Captain… Sergeant…"
"Damn Kitten, yeah, suck our cocks. Fuck that pretty mouth." Bucky groans, tossing his head back, eyes screwed shut tight.
Steve wraps her hair in his fist, holding it back, to watch her closely as she works her hands over their cocks.
"Yeah, such a good girl. Mouth feels like heaven… Take all my cock, suck it Doll! Fuck"
Dasha moans around Steve's dick, relaxing her throat to take him deeper. She looks up at them, watching the pleasure on their faces, working her hand faster over Bucky's length.
"Come on Kitten, suck you Sergeant's cock! Take it like the naughty little slut you are."
Dasha swore she could cum by their words alone, switching back over to Bucky's cock. Their groans spurring her on, desperate to make them cum.
"Fuck, ahh shit, Doll. So good, love your hand on my cock… Oh God."
Bucky snaps his hips forward, forcing her to take more, "Damn it, I'm so close!"
Dasha bobs her head faster, swirling her tongue around the head. Her moans sending vibrations through his cock,
"Fuck!"
Bucky exclaims, pushing Dasha away, holding her hand in place, Steve doing the same. She looks up at the, pouting,
"Please…" she begs, making a move to continue.
"No!" Steve hisses, "Bad girl. We're not coming in that pretty mouth of yours. At least, not right now. No, we…"
"We want to cum in the little cunt of yours."
Dasha feels her cunt clench at the thought of taking both of them at once. The thought thrilled her, making her so wet she is sure she has made a mess on the carpet.
"Steve, lay on the bed," Bucky orders the blond male.
Steve moves to lay on the bed, bringing Dasha with him. He lays down, head up at the pillows, and instructs Dasha to straddle him.
Slowly, Dasha lines Steve's cock up with her entrance and slides down,
"Ahh, oh God! So big! Oh Captain you feel so good in my pussy! I love it!" she moans, sagging against Steve, unable to move to adjust to his size.
She hears the sound of a bottle cap opening and turns her head to find Bucky pumping his cock, slick with lube. Her mouth goes dry, oh god they were serious, they were both going to fuck her, at the same time. Oh, how she wants it, there is not a doubt in her mind that she didn't want to feel both of them, stretching her, filling her. She should be appalled, rush away from them, but she wants them, needs them. Both. She won't feel satisfied until she has Steve and Bucky at the same time.
"Yes, Sergeant, please fuck me. Oh fucking hell! I want you both, please I need you!"
She spreads her legs, arching her hips and relaxes her body as Bucky lines the tip of his cock up and slowly pushes in. Dasha gasps, eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain at being stretches full with the two cocks.
"Fuck Kitten, so damn tight! Gonna fill you with my cum, want that Kitten?"
"Yes! Please Sergeant! Fuck me, fuck me please! Bucky… Steve!"
With her plea, Bucky and Steve begin to move, finding the perfect rhythm, alternating thrusting in and out.
Dasha digs her nails into Steve's chests, leaving small scratches that has Steve groaning from the sting. Their cocks hitting so deep inside, gaining speed, fucking her mercilessly. She loves every second of them dominating her body, the dirty words whispered in her ear, pushes her so close to the edge.
"Fuck me! Ahh, oh God yes! Fuck me, more! So close!"
Bucky slide a had between hers and Steve's body, his cool fingers finding her clit,
"That's a good girl. Cum for us Kitten." Bucky grits.
Steve grips at her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple, "That is Doll! Getting so damn tight! Gonna cum for us. Then we are gonna cum deep in this pussy. Want that Doll? Feel us fill this pussy with our cum."
"Yes! Cum in me please! I want you to cum in me! Oh God! Yes, yes, yess! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!
Dasha cries out, her body seizing up as her second orgasm washes over her. Her walls contracting around their cocks.
"Fuck!" Steve and Bucky shout in unison.
Bucky's head falls to Dasha's shoulder, shuddering as he releases deep in her cunt. Steve's head presses back into the pillow, hips thrusting upward as he joins Bucky in release.
The three lay in the same positions for a moment, to catch their breath, before Bucky carefully pulls out and collapses onto the bed. Steve pulls out, and gently moves Dasha to lay between them. The combination of their cum mixed with her juices drip down her legs. But none move to get cleaned up. They simply curl into one another, ready for sleep.
Dasha lays curled into Steve's chest, Bucky at her back with his arm wrapped around her waist, lightly kissing her shoulder. Steve plays with her hair, lulling her to sleep. She fights to pull of sleep, just barely, having to get a question off her chest,
"What does this mean for us?" she asks in a small voice.
"What'd ya mean Kitten?"
She snuggles deeper into their hold, "Well, was this a one time thing? Does this change our friendship?"
Steve gently pecks her lips, "Yes, things will change Doll but, hopefully good changes."
"We'll still be friends Kitten, that will never change. But Kit- Dasha, we love you. Have for a while now."
She turns her head to look at him with wide eyes, "What? Y-you mean it?"
"Of course," Steve answers, making her look back at him, "we were just afraid to act on it because well…"
He trails off, nodding to Bucky to continue,
"See Kitten, Steve and I enjoy sharing our women. Even back before the war, it was a big part of who we are. Seeing the woman we care about, getting pleasure from another man, it increased our own pleasure. We know that people think that Steve and I are "together" be we're not. Not like that. But because of our sexual preferences, that has caused issues in the past with long term relationships."
"What do you mean?" she questions.
"See, eventually," Steve starts, "the women we are with, grow tired of being with the both of us. They couldn't handle a relationship with the both of us, and considering society back then, kind of frowned upon. It is a little more accepted today, but the thing is Dash, we want more than just sex. Buck and I care about you deeply, equally. We don't want it to be where you are in a relationship with just one of us and the other joins in occasionally. That is what most women assume will happen."
Bucky takes over, "We both want you Dasha. If this continues, it won't be just you and I with Steve joining every once in awhile or you and Steve with me coming in occasionally. It will be all three of us, all the time, and one on one time happening occasionally. We want a real, true working relationship between you, Steve, and I. If you don't think you can handle that, we will understand but,"
"We want to make it work Doll." Steve finishes
Dasha looks between the two men, taking in their words. She is beyond shocked, they wanted her, both of them. And not just as a sexmate, but as someone to be in a relationship with. Her heart feels ready to jump for joy. Though her brain tells her to take caution, she would be setting herself up for serious heartache if either of them ever decides they want another. She loves them both, equally, she wants to give them both her all, but could it actually work? She takes a deep breath,
"I want to give this a try. I care about both of you, maybe even love you, both. I was always so torn because I thought it would be unfair to you both if I ever confessed my feelings since I couldn't pick who I loved more. I-if you are willing to give this a try and make it work, then so am I."
Wide grins break over Bucky and Steve's faces, each grabbing Dasha pulling her into a passionate kiss, leaving her breathless.
"Get some sleep Doll. We're not done with you yet." Steve grins, watching her eyes dilate with his promise.
Dasha is shaken from her memory by the sound of a timer going off. She takes a deep breath, and head over to the bathroom counter. There staring her in the face, the reminder of her night spent with the two men who have stolen her heart. Now she hopes that they will not break her heart once she tells them that in 9 months time, they will be welcoming a son or a daughter into the world… Now, if only she knew which one was actually the father…