You Belong With Me [Steve & Bucky x reader]

Two

Your brain was fuzzy as you started to wake up. Not hangover fuzzy, and you wouldn't be hungover anyway you hadn't had that much to drink. You were also warm and you felt the weight of the arm resting around your waist, hand of the one wrapped under you cupping lightly, possessively, on one of your breasts.

It was nice even though a thought niggled at you. Travis didn't like to sleep wrapped around you, and you wondered why he was all snuggled up to you now. Besides, shouldn't he have flown back to California last night?

When he shifted behind you, arm tightening around you and pulling you closer and you felt the erection pressing into your back, your eyes snapped open.

Steve!

Your heart galloped as last night returned to you. Last night when you had that horrible fight with Travis. When he had accused you of cheating on him. Of cheating on him with Steve. And then...

Steve shifted behind you, his arms pulling you closer into him, his hand sliding down and over your hip. Fingers caressing gently as his lips brushed at the nape of your neck. It sent small pleasurable shivers down your spine.

"Steve—" you breathe out.

"Sweetheart." Steve's voice was low and thick with sleep and the sound had wetness pooling immediately between your legs.

Steve shifts, and then his cock was slipping between your thighs.

His low groan went straight to your core, and you could feel yourself start to drip. His wide palms spread on your body as he slowly thrusts between your folds, his swollen head rubbing across your clit every time he pulls and pushes himself through your wetness.

You had meant to pull away, to stop this, to try and fix this terrible terrible mistake. But it felt so good, you'd never felt this good before. Your breath quickens and you moan when Steve starts to suck on your neck all while continuing to rub himself through and over you.

"Go on sweetheart, I can feel how close you are, come for me." Steve's voice was low in your ear as his teeth scraped lightly as the shell of your ear. And you came, the orgasm crashing over you.

Even as you continue to shudder through the aftershocks, his hips are tilting against you and he slips easily inside your entrance. He lets out a low groan as he bottoms out inside you. The stubble on his face scratches at your skin as he sucks on your neck once more.

"Oh, sweetheart, you were just made for me weren't you? Your pretty pussy is so perfect, fits me just right. Feel so good." His filthy words, so in contrast to how he normally speaks, has you moaning as he starts to thrust shallowly into you,

His finger finds your clit and he rubs that sensitive nub in rough tight circles, occasionally sliding his finger down to gather more of the wetness that continues to leak out of you. It all drives you absolutely wild as he takes you apart, claiming your body all over again.

Your walls are clenching hard around him, milking his cock with every contraction, and Steve's hanging desperately on to his control, needing to feel you come around him again before he fills you with his seed.

"Steve, please ..." your half-formed plea, in combination with your fingernails digging hard into his arm triggers something more primal in him.

Keeping himself buried deep inside you, he moves you onto all fours. His hands grip your hips and he yanks you back against him hard. Skin slaps against skin as he slams himself hard into you, eyes fixed on where his length disappears into you. The sounds you make are a mix of keening moans and desperate pleas as you careen up and into a climax that is almost violent as it tears through you.