(MCU) Golden
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salmon_pinkTitle: Golden
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Peggy/Steve/Bucky
Rating: NC-17
Words: 498
Timeline: Captain America 1
Notes: BDSM. Threesome. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comicdrabbles, prompt "halo".
Bucky’s fingers rake roughly through Steve’s hair. “The media, they think you’re America’s golden boy,” he says, voice dirty and low as he grips Steve’s chin, tilts his head so Steve’s forced to arch his back to stare up into Bucky’s face. “Way they tell it, you practically have a halo, you’re so good and pure.”
His smile is wet and dark, thumb pushing in between Steve’s parted lips, and Steve runs his tongue over the pad, begins to suck at it instantly, craving the taste of salt and skin.
“Wonder what they’d say, if they could see you like this,” Bucky leers, and Steve’s eyes flutter closed, cock pulsing for the hunger in that voice.
“Ah, but this is just for us,” Peggy murmurs, settling on the bed beside Bucky, the mattress dipping slightly as she shifts closer. Steve opens his eyes to watch the way her hand slides around Bucky’s waist, the way he pulls her in with an arm around her shoulders. Turning to press his face to her hair, inhaling deeply, and Steve wants that, wants to feel her heat, but he hasn’t been given permission to move yet.
“Down to your elbows, Captain,” she orders, and Steve does exactly as he’s told, weight dropping from his hands down to his elbows and forearms, knees digging into the mattress. Ass in the air, exposed, on display, but there’s no shame here, not with Peggy, not with Bucky.
“Sergeant, if you’d be so kind,” Peggy smirks, sounding for all the world like she’s asking him for a light, not instructing him to open Steve up around long, talented fingers.
Bucky grins, gives a mock salute, pushing up off the bed to circle Steve, hand trailing teasingly soft over Steve’s flank. He pushes Steve’s legs further apart, kneeling between them, and Steve’s already breathing heavily for what he knows comes next, for the stretch and the burn and that perfect fullness.
“As for you, Captain,” Peggy purrs, hand pulling at his hair because she and Bucky both figured out early on how much Steve likes that. She sits in front of him, coaxes him up enough that she can slide into his space, so that her legs drape over his forearms, so his face is between her thighs. “I’ll be requiring your mouth.”
God, yes, he can already smell how wet and ready she is for him, and Steve rocks forward, licks slow and hard. Fidgeting until his arms are palm-up, elbows balancing his weight a little awkwardly, but it’s worth it to get his hands on her ass, to pull her in. He can feel one of Bucky’s hands resting against the small of his back, and then Bucky’s pushing in with two fingers, relentless and deep, and Steve groans against Peggy’s cunt, riding the way her hips fuck down against his tongue.
The media can have their golden boy, their Captain America.
Right here, caught between his two loves, is where Steve feels real.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Peggy/Steve/Bucky
Rating: NC-17
Words: 498
Timeline: Captain America 1
Notes: BDSM. Threesome. For
comicdrabbles, prompt "halo".Bucky’s fingers rake roughly through Steve’s hair. “The media, they think you’re America’s golden boy,” he says, voice dirty and low as he grips Steve’s chin, tilts his head so Steve’s forced to arch his back to stare up into Bucky’s face. “Way they tell it, you practically have a halo, you’re so good and pure.”
His smile is wet and dark, thumb pushing in between Steve’s parted lips, and Steve runs his tongue over the pad, begins to suck at it instantly, craving the taste of salt and skin.
“Wonder what they’d say, if they could see you like this,” Bucky leers, and Steve’s eyes flutter closed, cock pulsing for the hunger in that voice.
“Ah, but this is just for us,” Peggy murmurs, settling on the bed beside Bucky, the mattress dipping slightly as she shifts closer. Steve opens his eyes to watch the way her hand slides around Bucky’s waist, the way he pulls her in with an arm around her shoulders. Turning to press his face to her hair, inhaling deeply, and Steve wants that, wants to feel her heat, but he hasn’t been given permission to move yet.
“Down to your elbows, Captain,” she orders, and Steve does exactly as he’s told, weight dropping from his hands down to his elbows and forearms, knees digging into the mattress. Ass in the air, exposed, on display, but there’s no shame here, not with Peggy, not with Bucky.
“Sergeant, if you’d be so kind,” Peggy smirks, sounding for all the world like she’s asking him for a light, not instructing him to open Steve up around long, talented fingers.
Bucky grins, gives a mock salute, pushing up off the bed to circle Steve, hand trailing teasingly soft over Steve’s flank. He pushes Steve’s legs further apart, kneeling between them, and Steve’s already breathing heavily for what he knows comes next, for the stretch and the burn and that perfect fullness.
“As for you, Captain,” Peggy purrs, hand pulling at his hair because she and Bucky both figured out early on how much Steve likes that. She sits in front of him, coaxes him up enough that she can slide into his space, so that her legs drape over his forearms, so his face is between her thighs. “I’ll be requiring your mouth.”
God, yes, he can already smell how wet and ready she is for him, and Steve rocks forward, licks slow and hard. Fidgeting until his arms are palm-up, elbows balancing his weight a little awkwardly, but it’s worth it to get his hands on her ass, to pull her in. He can feel one of Bucky’s hands resting against the small of his back, and then Bucky’s pushing in with two fingers, relentless and deep, and Steve groans against Peggy’s cunt, riding the way her hips fuck down against his tongue.
The media can have their golden boy, their Captain America.
Right here, caught between his two loves, is where Steve feels real.
