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salmon_pink) wrote2014-11-01 08:17 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-11-01 08:17 pm
Entry tags:
- character: natasha romanoff,
- character: sam wilson,
- character: steve rogers,
- fandom: captain america movieverse,
- fandom: marvel cinematic universe,
- genre: het,
- genre: slash/yaoi,
- kink: bdsm,
- kink: dirty talk/phone sex,
- kink: orgasm delay/denial,
- kink: threesome,
- kink: toys/object insertion,
- length: 500 words-1499 words,
- pairing: natasha romanoff/sam/steve,
- rating: nc-17
(MCU) Liberated
Title: Liberated
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sam/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1012
Notes: BDSM. Dirty talk. Orgasm delay/denial. Threesome. Toys. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
avengers_tables, prompt "help", and Polyshipping Day.
Summary: They see right through him, and Steve knows that when he says 'this is my limit', they understand he's also saying 'push me'.
“C’mon, Steve,” Natasha purrs, the lilt of her voice both coaxing and teasing. “We’re trying to help.”
There’s a part of Steve wants to snort with laughter at that, but he can’t, he can’t even catch his breath. He can feel how flushed he is, skin damp with sweat. It’s taking a concentrated effort to keep his head up, to not just let it hang forward, but he wants to be able to see Natasha, to watch the way she licks her lips.
He’s got both hands braced against the headboard, fingers wrapped tight around the metal rung. Natasha’s to his left, pushed close, her shoulder brushing his left hand, her legs curled up underneath her as she leans back against the pillows.
“You can take more, can’t you?” she asks, voice quiet and intent, and her gaze rakes over his face, eyes sparkling for the way he gasps and shivers. “Tell me, Steve.”
“Can’t,” he manages to grunt, arms starting to tremble. “I need… Please…”
Natasha clicks her tongue, fingers stroking over the rigid line of his jaw. “Still such a terrible liar,” she murmurs fondly. “Of course you can take it. I can see how much you want it.”
Steve groans, spine arcing desperately, and the hand holding him steady flexes against his hip.
“You are a cruel woman,” Sam says from behind him, sounding full of admiration. But he follows Natasha’s lead, because they’re both as cruel as each other, and Steve whines as the vibration inside him grows stronger.
He could stop this, of course. Natasha gave them both thorough speeches on preparation and respect and safewords back when they were first discovering this dynamic, and all Steve has to do is utter that one little word and this would stop completely in an instant.
But he won’t, because Natasha’s right, he can take more. He does want it.
God, he is a terrible liar, but that’s why they’re here. Because they’re the two people he trusts to look through his walls and see him at his most earnest, bare and vulnerable. He feels so safe with them, able to just be himself without feeling smothered by other people’s expectations of his uniform.
The fact that they can drive him out of his mind with pleasure is a welcome bonus.
Sam’s hand tightens against his hip again, and Steve can feel himself clenching down around the thick, solid width of the vibrator. It buzzes inside his ass, making him feel weak, helpless, something beyond his memories of being small and frail. He’s caught between them, surrendered to Natasha’s quiet orders, to the way Sam’s fucking him so damn slow with the vibrator. Sam’s angling the base of it, making sure the shaft never does more than glance briefly against Steve’s prostate, and Steve’s cock feels like an iron bar between his legs, heavy and so hard it’s almost painful.
He needs to come, needs it so badly.
“Can you take more?” Natasha asks.
He needs to come, but he doesn’t want this to stop.
“Please,” he moans plaintively. “Please, I can’t.”
He can. They all know it.
“Let me come.”
He doesn’t want it to stop.
“Such a terrible liar,” Natasha says again, smirking.
He doesn’t have to admit how badly he wants them to continue. Some days he will say it, but tonight he doesn’t want to, wants to curl in on himself and let them take control, let them use him, toy with him and make him love it. Draw all that need inside of him out, take it and covet it and let him be selfish. Make him be selfish.
“He really is,” Sam agrees, and the vibration gets strong enough to make Steve cry out, metal creaking and denting under his fingers. “Big guy, who likes to be made small.” His hand leaves Steve’s hip, strokes soothingly up and down his back as Steve adjusts to the growing pressure moving inside of him. “Wonder how he’d look if we bought him a cock-ring.”
Steve squeezes his eyes shut, trying to fuck himself deeper, but every time he rocks his hips Sam pulls the vibrator back so he can’t chase it.
“He’d have to beg us to take it off,” Natasha whispers, and he can hear something deep and rich and dark in her voice, something promising.
“You’d look so good, Steve, cock flushed red and wet for us,” Sam tells him, fingernails digging in a little at the dimples framing the base of Steve’s spine.
Natasha’s lips brush against his cheek. “You’d still try to lie.” She kisses the corner of his eyelid, where his eyes are watering. “But we’d see right through you.”
“Let me come,” Steve gasps. He feels so full, balls drawn up tight, but he’s not there, not with the vibrator stimulating his ass but still avoiding his prostate, not without somebody touching his cock. He’s dizzy, and he will come from this alone, from the rhythmic movement of the vibrator, from the sensation of it humming against his insides, but not yet.
He can’t imagine what it would be like with a ring, having it wrapped low and tight around his cock, keeping him on the edge. There’s a difference there, between not coming because his body isn’t quite there yet even though it wants to be, and not being allowed to come, being actively stopped from reaching his climax.
He wants to try it, and just the thought of it gets him closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” Natasha tells him. “You can take more. We’re helping you. Lying well takes practice.”
Sam laughs, soft and dirty. “I don’t think he’ll ever be able to lie to us, not about this.”
He’s right, Steve can’t hide his hunger for this for them. Not when they treat him so well, when they make it so easy to fall into that lust.
“More?” Sam asks.
Natasha’s grin reminds him of a predator, wolfish and cunning. “Yeah,” she nods, her thumb pressing down against Steve’s bottom lip. “He can take it.”
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sam/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1012
Notes: BDSM. Dirty talk. Orgasm delay/denial. Threesome. Toys. For
avengers_tables, prompt "help", and Polyshipping Day.Summary: They see right through him, and Steve knows that when he says 'this is my limit', they understand he's also saying 'push me'.
“C’mon, Steve,” Natasha purrs, the lilt of her voice both coaxing and teasing. “We’re trying to help.”
There’s a part of Steve wants to snort with laughter at that, but he can’t, he can’t even catch his breath. He can feel how flushed he is, skin damp with sweat. It’s taking a concentrated effort to keep his head up, to not just let it hang forward, but he wants to be able to see Natasha, to watch the way she licks her lips.
He’s got both hands braced against the headboard, fingers wrapped tight around the metal rung. Natasha’s to his left, pushed close, her shoulder brushing his left hand, her legs curled up underneath her as she leans back against the pillows.
“You can take more, can’t you?” she asks, voice quiet and intent, and her gaze rakes over his face, eyes sparkling for the way he gasps and shivers. “Tell me, Steve.”
“Can’t,” he manages to grunt, arms starting to tremble. “I need… Please…”
Natasha clicks her tongue, fingers stroking over the rigid line of his jaw. “Still such a terrible liar,” she murmurs fondly. “Of course you can take it. I can see how much you want it.”
Steve groans, spine arcing desperately, and the hand holding him steady flexes against his hip.
“You are a cruel woman,” Sam says from behind him, sounding full of admiration. But he follows Natasha’s lead, because they’re both as cruel as each other, and Steve whines as the vibration inside him grows stronger.
He could stop this, of course. Natasha gave them both thorough speeches on preparation and respect and safewords back when they were first discovering this dynamic, and all Steve has to do is utter that one little word and this would stop completely in an instant.
But he won’t, because Natasha’s right, he can take more. He does want it.
God, he is a terrible liar, but that’s why they’re here. Because they’re the two people he trusts to look through his walls and see him at his most earnest, bare and vulnerable. He feels so safe with them, able to just be himself without feeling smothered by other people’s expectations of his uniform.
The fact that they can drive him out of his mind with pleasure is a welcome bonus.
Sam’s hand tightens against his hip again, and Steve can feel himself clenching down around the thick, solid width of the vibrator. It buzzes inside his ass, making him feel weak, helpless, something beyond his memories of being small and frail. He’s caught between them, surrendered to Natasha’s quiet orders, to the way Sam’s fucking him so damn slow with the vibrator. Sam’s angling the base of it, making sure the shaft never does more than glance briefly against Steve’s prostate, and Steve’s cock feels like an iron bar between his legs, heavy and so hard it’s almost painful.
He needs to come, needs it so badly.
“Can you take more?” Natasha asks.
He needs to come, but he doesn’t want this to stop.
“Please,” he moans plaintively. “Please, I can’t.”
He can. They all know it.
“Let me come.”
He doesn’t want it to stop.
“Such a terrible liar,” Natasha says again, smirking.
He doesn’t have to admit how badly he wants them to continue. Some days he will say it, but tonight he doesn’t want to, wants to curl in on himself and let them take control, let them use him, toy with him and make him love it. Draw all that need inside of him out, take it and covet it and let him be selfish. Make him be selfish.
“He really is,” Sam agrees, and the vibration gets strong enough to make Steve cry out, metal creaking and denting under his fingers. “Big guy, who likes to be made small.” His hand leaves Steve’s hip, strokes soothingly up and down his back as Steve adjusts to the growing pressure moving inside of him. “Wonder how he’d look if we bought him a cock-ring.”
Steve squeezes his eyes shut, trying to fuck himself deeper, but every time he rocks his hips Sam pulls the vibrator back so he can’t chase it.
“He’d have to beg us to take it off,” Natasha whispers, and he can hear something deep and rich and dark in her voice, something promising.
“You’d look so good, Steve, cock flushed red and wet for us,” Sam tells him, fingernails digging in a little at the dimples framing the base of Steve’s spine.
Natasha’s lips brush against his cheek. “You’d still try to lie.” She kisses the corner of his eyelid, where his eyes are watering. “But we’d see right through you.”
“Let me come,” Steve gasps. He feels so full, balls drawn up tight, but he’s not there, not with the vibrator stimulating his ass but still avoiding his prostate, not without somebody touching his cock. He’s dizzy, and he will come from this alone, from the rhythmic movement of the vibrator, from the sensation of it humming against his insides, but not yet.
He can’t imagine what it would be like with a ring, having it wrapped low and tight around his cock, keeping him on the edge. There’s a difference there, between not coming because his body isn’t quite there yet even though it wants to be, and not being allowed to come, being actively stopped from reaching his climax.
He wants to try it, and just the thought of it gets him closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” Natasha tells him. “You can take more. We’re helping you. Lying well takes practice.”
Sam laughs, soft and dirty. “I don’t think he’ll ever be able to lie to us, not about this.”
He’s right, Steve can’t hide his hunger for this for them. Not when they treat him so well, when they make it so easy to fall into that lust.
“More?” Sam asks.
Natasha’s grin reminds him of a predator, wolfish and cunning. “Yeah,” she nods, her thumb pressing down against Steve’s bottom lip. “He can take it.”