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The universe was conspiring against you.
It had to be, it was the only thing that explained how you’d gone out for some Halloween fun and ended up at the same Brooklyn bar where your father’s two most feared mafia enforcers had decided to spend their night off.
You’d spotted Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes soon after you’d been let into the club. It was hard to ignore the aura of danger and charisma that swirled around them like warlocks’ cloaks.
They’d stood in the back, posted up around a high-top table, enjoying their drinks. So wrapped up in their conversation, they were seemingly oblivious of all the attention they were getting from the scantily dressed women hovering around the periphery.
Not that you could blame the women for looking. As soon as you’d noticed the men, you’d paused for a moment to admire them—how could you not?
You’d had a crush on Bucky and Steve since you’d met them during your college years, when your father had decided you were old enough to start learning the ropes of his organization. Everyone else had treated you like you’d shatter at any moment, but not your father’s most vicious enforcers—the Captain and the White Wolf.
They’d been protective, but not overbearing, and friendly, but not so close they could be called your friends. You’d always thought of them more like work colleagues than babysitters, so you thought it might be safe to stay at the club.
Maybe they wouldn’t ruin your night simply because you weren’t where you were supposed to be—back home at your brownstone in Park Slope, handing out candy to trick-or-treaters.
Besides, you’d already paid the cover fee for the night, and you were determined to have some fun for once.
So you elected to ignore your father’s enforcers, moving through the crush of Halloween partiers to saunter up to the bar.
Your costume was simple in comparison to some of the getups in the club, but no less skimpy. You wore the shortest, tightest, most revealing little black dress in your closet, something you hadn’t put on in years and was, truthfully, a little too small.
It hugged all your curves obscenely, teasing a glimpse of your ass as it fluttered around your thighs, the neckline so low-cut, your tits were practically spilling out of the top. You’d paired the slutty black dress with a cheap black cat ear headband for an ultra-lazy Halloween costume.
But at least you weren’t the only one in a late-minute outfit. Plus, it made you feel sexy, which was a rarity for you.
As you moved through the club, you could feel hungry gazes raking over your body and it boosted your confidence further, until you were practically strutting through the crowd, your head held high.
For once, you were getting some attention not for being a the perfect little good girl mafia princess, but for how hot you looked, and that knowledge went straight to your head.
By the time you reached the bar, you were basking in all the hungry looks, flashing a sultry smile over your shoulder at a particularly attractive lumberjack. He had a thick beard and sparkling eyes, his soft mouth curved into a smirk that made your belly swoop with excitement.
Unfortunately, you’d also managed to snag the attention of your father’s enforcers, who’d spotted you through the crowd and closed in on you without you even realizing.
All too soon, your view of the hot lumberjack was cut off, replaced with a wall of muscle clad in a black shirt and black jacket. Lifting your eyes, you were met with the disgruntled glower of Bucky Barnes, his blue eyes bright with annoyance as he scowled down at you.
Bucky’s metal arm looped around your waist, throwing a snarled, “Get lost,” over his shoulder. You pursed your lips into a disappointed frown when you saw how quickly the lumberjack high-tailed it out of the club. Bucky wasn’t that scary—at least, to you.
Shoving away from the enforcer, your other shoulder knocked into another solid wall of muscle and you glanced up, unsurprised to find Steve Rogers looming over you. His crystal blue eyes were watchful as they skimmed over your face, like he was checking if you were alright.
Steve was dressed just as sharply as his fellow enforcer, in a simple tailored black suit and tie, wearing a white shirt that contrasted against Bucky’s all-black look. His jaw was closely shaved, while Bucky’s sported some days-old scruff.
You never could resist the dichotomy of the two men, who’d been best friends since childhood, but what you loved were their eyes. Both Bucky and Steve had beautiful blue eyes that you could easily get lost in if you weren’t careful, even in the crowded chaos of the club with its flashing lights and dark shadows.
It took a great deal of effort to wrangle your crush under control so you could shoot daggers at both men and their overprotective stances. But before you could snap at them to give you some room, Steve settled his arm around your shoulders, effectively caging you in between the bar and Bucky’s equally broad chest.
“Aren’t you a little young to be out alone on Halloween, kiddo?” Steve asked, his tone dripping with dry condescension. You rolled your eyes—they weren’t that much older than you.
He’d leaned in close so you could hear him over the thumping music and chattering crowd, and the move had his scent wafting past your cheek, teasing your nose with the rich, spicy smell. You sucked in a deep breath, savoring the scent that had warmth simmering beneath your skin.
Your nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric of your dress, delightful tingles zinging through your body at the way you felt positively surrounded by Steve and Bucky. But you didn’t want them to see how you were responding to them; you needed to hold onto some scrap of dignity.
So you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned forward, propping them up on the bar and striking a nonchalant pose that also forced their arms from your back. Immediately, you missed the warmth and steadiness of their hold, but reminded yourself that you had a mission for your Halloween night—one that did not include your father’s enforcers.
“Yeah,” Bucky said, jumping in where Steve left off, his own tone mockingly playful. “Shouldn’t you be out trick-or-treating, babydoll?”
Though you’d put some space between you and the enforcers, they moved in tandem, closing in around you, until you could hardly breathe without smelling their spicy scents. Steve’s was more earthy, while Bucky’s was richer, but they worked so well together, going straight to your head.
The men were as intimidatingly ruthless as they were handsome, and you were certain that if you were anyone else, their schtick would’ve had you cowering against the bar—or fleeing the club like that lumberjack. But you were your father’s daughter, and Steve and Bucky had never given you any reason to think they’d do anything but protect you.
The worst they could do was call your father, so their scare tactics didn’t work on you.
In fact, their taunting questions grated on your nerves. It was nice that they didn’t treat you like you were something breakable, as everyone else under your father’s thumb did, but it was still infantilizing the way they talked to you like some kid needing their protection.
You were a grown woman goddammit, and they were going to treat you like one, even if you’d have to make them.
All your life, you’d been nothing but the perfect mafia princess for your father, doing as he said when he said it. And all it had gotten you was a sheltered, boring existence. You wanted to have some fun, you wanted to be a little bad.
You wanted to push some buttons. And apparently those buttons were going to belong to Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
Grabbing the two shots the bartender had just poured for the people next to you, you downed them in quick succession, not even wincing at the sharp sting of the alcohol. You pulled some money from your bra and slid it across to the bartender to cover the drinks, then turned to the wall of muscle caging you in.
With a snarky and exaggerated eye roll, you crossed your arms and faced off with your father’s enforcers, refusing to let their overwhelming presence intimidate you into submission.
“Please, boys,” you began, your voice dripping with disdain. “Quit with the patronizing bullshit.”
Accidentally, your crossed arms and squared shoulders pushed your tits out, the soft mounds nearly spilling out your dress. It gave you a small sense of satisfaction to see both Steve and Bucky’s gazes dip quickly and subtly to your chest, before darting back to your face, both men acting as if they hadn’t just ogled your tits.
With a smirk, you arched your spine and popped your hip, enjoying the way they raked their gazes down the curves of your body before reclaiming their attention with a flippant comment.
“I’m old enough to have a kid of my own and take him out trick-or-treating.”
You realized immediately that you may have gone too far, because it suddenly felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. At your comment, Bucky and Steve snapped to attention, their bodies going taut and solid as two brick walls, while their eyes heated and narrowed on your face.
It occurred to you that you could feel the way they looked at you changing, both men peering at you in a new light. Bucky even tilted his head slightly to the side, like you were something—or someone—entirely new, a slow smirk curving his soft mouth.
“Y’know, I can see it,” he said, holding your gaze as he leaned forward, looming over you in a way that had your thighs pressing together against a pulsing thrumming between your legs. “You’d make a very pretty mommy, princess.”
His words made your heart lurch unexpectedly in your chest, all the sassiness sliding off your face, leaving you with your lips parted in surprise and your eyes wide as you stared at him. “Do you really think so?” you asked, before you could bite back the needy, vulnerable question.
Bucky faltered, glancing quickly at Steve, the two of them sharing a whole conversation in that brief look. The blond enforcer crowded into you on your other side, caging you in between their broad, strapping bodies.
“If you’re so grown up, sweetheart, why hasn’t someone knocked you up yet?” Steve asked, the taunting in his tone belying a real, yearning curiosity beneath. One of his hands lifted, his fingertips ghosting ever so delicately along the line of your jaw while you looked at him with wide eyes. “You’d be such a good mom, sunshine.”
Another pang ricocheted in your chest, and you had to bite your lip to keep it from wobbling. “You know exactly why, Captain,” you murmured, not knowing if the men surrounding you could even hear you, but somehow sensing they understood. “No one’s ever had the balls.”
It was your deepest, most closely guarded secret how disappointed you were that you hadn’t been able to settle down and start a family yet—which was made all the worse by how well-known it was throughout New York City’s entire underworld that you were still alone.
No matter how hard you’d searched for a partner, someone who would one day help you lead your father’s organization, no one had measured up to the family patriarch’s exacting standards. As the years had gone on, it had made you essentially untouchable, especially given the stories of all the men who had met gruesome ends after trying their hand at wooing you.
In fact, you were certain most of your would-be husbands had met their ends at the hands of the men surrounding you in the club that Halloween night. But at that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel sorry for those whose lives had been taken by your father’s enforcers.
Because for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel cold and lonely with despair. You didn’t feel hopeless that you’d never be able to find someone who could stand by your side and not cower in the face of your father’s power or flee when things got too hard or too scary.
It occurred to you then, very suddenly, that perhaps you should’ve been looking for two someones—specifically, two enforcers who were strong and protective, and merciless in their determination to keep your father’s organization in order.
Perhaps Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were exactly who you needed in your life to give it some meaning, to make you feel less alone—to make you happy.
While you’d been ruminating on your life and the loneliness of it, your father’s enforcers had been having another of their silent conversations, and it seemed they’d come to a decision just as you had.
“That sure sounded like a challenge to me, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice conversational and loud to be heard over the noise of the club. “Did it sound like a challenge to you?”
Steve was already nodding when you looked to him, brushing his thumb along the edge of his lower lip, staring at you with a thoughtful expression.
“It certainly did, Buck,” he agreed, the corner of his mouth flickering with a smile when your eyes widened infinitesimally. “It sounded like our princess just dared us to knock her up.”
A sharp gasp whooshed through your parted lips. You swayed a little under the weight of the sudden yearning that gripped your heart, and the desire that pulsed through your belly.
Your fingers clutched at the lapels of the mens’ jackets, clinging to them as you tried to reorient yourself in the new world you were living in—the one where it seemed you were so close to getting the men you never even dared dream to hope would someday be yours.
Their big, strong arms, circled your waist from both sides, their chests pressing close to prop you up between their large, sturdy bodies. Their presence, their grip, their entire beings grounded you in that moment, giving you the strength to meet Bucky’s gaze.
“Please,” you begged, tugging uselessly on the lapel of his jacket, knowing there was no way he could possibly get closer and yet hoping for it all the same. “I want it,” you said, your voice cracking with the depth of your desire as you turned to Steve. “I want both of you, please.”
The blond enforcer glanced at his best friend, the two of them conferring silently for a moment. Then they were hustling you through the club, their arms supporting you so assuredly, they were practically carrying you between them.
In the dark hallway at the back of the club, they ducked through a doorway and led you up a flight of stairs. Bucky shouldered his way into an office, making sure the door was locked while Steve tugged you over to a couch set facing a wall of windows.
The thick glass muffled the sounds of the music and the crowd below, so the office was quiet save for the distant din of the club.
You knew from experience with similar glass that the two-way mirror effect of the windows meant you could see everyone dancing and drinking on the club floor, and the flashing strobing lights filtered into the office, but the people down below couldn’t see you.
Before you could get a better look at the office, which was lit dimly with a warm lamp set on a desk in the corner, Steve guided you down into his lap. Your knees sank into the smooth, leather cushions of the couch, your legs spreading wide across the enforcer’s thighs.
You slid your hands experimentally up Steve’s broad chest, shoving his jacket over his shoulders, purring happily when he pulled his arms free. You were just about to crash your lips to his and kiss one of the men you’d crushed on for your entire adult life when he stopped you.
Steve’s big hand wrapped around the front of your throat like a collar, holding you back so he could look at you. His eyes were filled with the same watchful expression as earlier while they raked over your body, paying particular attention to your face.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, sunshine?” Steve asked, his voice softer in the relative quiet of the office. It made it easier to hear the affection laced through his tone, even as you found the question to be a little patronizing.
Bucky flopped down beside his best friend, one of his hands falling to your thigh like it was instinct. He too looked at you expectantly.
Thankfully, his touch washed away some of your annoyance at Steve, and your lips curved into a small smile when Bucky’s fingers began stroking your inner thigh, teasing at skimming higher than that.
Rolling your eyes at Steve, you huffed an annoyed sigh and met the blond’s gaze. “Only those two shots you saw me take, daddy,” you answered brattily, crossing your arms over your chest. “I wasn’t here that long before you found me.”
While’s Steve’s expression remained patient and calm, Bucky’s hand squeezed your thigh in warning, making you squirm in his fellow enforcer’s lap.
“Babydoll,” Bucky chided lightly, his tone still managing to be playful even as he chastised you. “We’re just trying to check in. Things are going from zero to a hundred fast, and we want to make sure nothing happens that you don’t want.”
“Sorry, dad,” you couldn’t help but mumble, rolling your eyes, even though you secretly appreciated them checking in with you.
That time, Steve’s hand tightened ever so slightly around your throat, and Bucky’s fingers flexed against your thigh. You got the distinct impression that the two merciless men liked it when you mouthed off, even if their expressions remained scowly.
“Do you really expect us to just take what we want from you, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his tone almost taunting. “To fuck your precious cunt raw with our bare cocks and pump you full of our cum until there’s no way you aren’t knocked up with our pretty baby? Is that how you really want us to act?”
A pathetic whimper slipped from your lips and your mind spun a little, your body reacting to Steve’s words before you could stop it. Your hips rocked blindly on his lap, seeking friction and pleasure and finding it when your heated core pressed against his thick, throbbing bulge.
Steve’s eyes narrowed, and he squeezed your throat again, choking you lightly to get your attention. His other hand fell to your hip, holding you in a stern grip until you stilled in his lap.
“No wonder you haven’t found anyone strong enough to go toe-to-toe with your father,” Steve growled, leaning close until you could taste the whiskey on his tongue. “You’ve fucked too many immature, self-serving shitheads—you need a couple of real men to show you how you should be treated, huh, sunshine?”
Your chin knocked against Steve’s hand repeatedly as you nodded eagerly in answer to his question. “Yes, Captain,” you said on a soft sigh, sinking into his hold and letting your eyes go heavy-lidded as you stared into the dark blue depths of his gaze.
“Are you on birth control, princess?” Bucky asked, stealing your attention from Steve, who let his hand fall to your collarbones so you could turn your head more easily.
Biting your lip to hold back a sneaky smile, you shook your head. “No, Wolf,” you murmured, watching as Bucky’s eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on your plump lower lip, right where you’d bitten.
The brunet enforcer looked, for a moment, possessed with the idea of kissing you, but he seemed to get himself under control and met your gaze again. Still, his free hand palmed the bulge in his slacks, rubbing himself almost idly as he stared at you.
“We could really knock you up if you let us fuck you bareback, babydoll,” he said, watching your face closely, gauging your reaction. “Is that really what you want?”
“Think about it, sweetheart,” Steve ordered before you could give an answer too soon. When you looked at him, though, his expression was gently encouraging. “We can wear condoms if you’re not sure—hell, we can get you the morning after pill if you decide later you don’t want to have our kid.”
The thought of not having Steve and Bucky’s baby sent a stone sinking in your belly, and for a moment, you simply sat with that feeling. The shots you’d taken were swirling through your bloodstream, making your body feel pleasantly warm and tingly, but your mind was clear—or, clear enough, anyway.
You knew, with sudden clarity, that you wanted this. You wanted everything with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
Sure, it was sudden, but you’d been stagnant in your life for so long that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity in front of you. Besides, with the violence inherent in their jobs, you didn’t want to risk taking things slow only to lose Bucky or Steve, which already felt like too much to bear.
You knew in your bones that Steve and Bucky would be great fathers. They’d been protective of you for years, and they were powerful in their own right. The Captain and the White Wolf could certainly stand up to your father, they could weather any storm by your side.
They were everything you’d been looking for and more. The mafia enforcers were who you wanted—and if the hunger in their eyes and the hardness of their cocks were any indication, they wanted you just as much.
“I know what I want,” you began, your voice starting off as a mere whisper, but growing with confidence as you confessed to your heart’s desires. “I want both of you, together. I want you to be the fathers of my children—I want to have your cute, adorable babies,” you finished, giggling with pure, unadulterated giddiness.
For a moment that felt like an eternity, your admission hung in the silence of the office, Steve and Bucky staring at you, their shoulders tense with barely leashed energy. While you held your breath and waited, they glanced at each other, exchanging a quick look. Then, identical smirks spread slowly across their faces.
“We always wanted someone who wanted us both,” Bucky said, sitting up and leaning in close to you. His hand cupped the back of your neck, and his eyes looked at you with a reverence you felt in your gut. “We’re a package deal, and no one’s ever understood that.”
“Never though it’d be the boss’s pretty daughter who’d be the one to accept us both,” Steve murmured, deep and unfathomable awe on his voice. His expression was dazed, but then his eyes locked with yours. “You’re everything we’ve ever wanted.”
Then Steve leaned in, and crashed his mouth to yours, knocking every thought from your head at the first fierce feel of his kiss.
He was, all at once, consuming, his tongue persistent as he licked along the seam or you lips, diving inside when you parted for him. Steve’s kiss was wreckage and ruin, the great enforcer throwing himself at your feet even while pillaging your mouth for the treasure that was deservedly his—and that you offered willingly.
A groan reverberated in the enforcer’s chest, a plea for your supplication as much as it was a promise of eternal devotion, the sound spilling into your mouth and making you whimper in answer. It was all you could do to kiss him back, to claim him just as he claimed you.
Before you were entirely ready, Steve ended the kiss, leaving you panting for more. With a smirk on his glistening lips, he turned your face to the side, his thumb pressing gently to your jaw, relinquishing you only so you could kiss Bucky next.
Bucky’s mouth was just as devastating as it captured yours. He devoured you with playful nips and soothing licks, savoring every soft gasp and breathy sigh you uttered until he was rumbling pleased sounds against your mouth. Bucky kissed you like you were already his, swearing his undying fealty in the same flick of his tongue as he claimed your heart and soul.
It was a vow, these kisses. A promise shared between the three of you that you were united as one. Maybe it wouldn’t last past that Halloween night, but deep down, you knew the truth. You were theirs, just as much as they were yours. And you sealed the deal with a kiss.
While your mouth was consumed by Bucky, Steve’s mouth was so close to yours, breathing the same air as you and his best friend. You shifted back to Steve, kissing him hard as your hands began to wander. Sliding down their muscular chests, your palms found the bulges in their pants.
They were both hot and hard beneath your fingers, and you squeezed them through their clothes. Bucky let out a helpless grunt against your cheek, and Steve groaned fervently into your mouth. You grinned as you drank the sound down, feeling powerful at having two such brutal, powerful men at your mercy in the palms of your hands.
“You’re a dream come true, sunshine,” Steve rumbled reverently, breaking away to press sweet kisses along your jaw while Bucky recaptured your lips.
The blond enforcer’s hands skimmed down your sides, rucking up the skirt of your dress to make it easier for you to press your heated core against his bulge. He guided your hips to rock against him, groaning as you did.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him raking his darkened eyes down your body, lingering on your heaving tits and plush thighs. But then he blinked, tilting his head to the side, a line of confusion appearing between pinched brows.
“What are you supposed to be, sweetheart?” he asked, his big hands pushing your dress up around your waist. “This isn’t like any of your Halloween costumes I’ve seen before—it’s… slutty.”
Pulling away from Bucky with a giggle, you shook your head at Steve. You couldn’t believe he remembered your past costumes—all of which undoubtedly fit the good girl mafia princess image you strived to achieve for your family.
“Gee, thanks, Stevie,” you drawled sarcastically.
Bucky blinked his eyes a few times, taking a second to catch up with the conversation. When he did, he swatted Steve upside the head.
“It’s hot,” he corrected his best friend before sliding you sly look. “And slutty, if that’s what you were going for, princess.”
You tipped your head back with a genuine laugh, shaking with mirth at the two of them. They could’ve been a comedy act—except you didn’t like the idea of anyone else getting to see this lighter, funnier side of the brutal enforcers. It was all for you, and you alone.
“I’m a cat, duh,” you said to Steve, pointing at the ears on the headband you were wearing. “A slutty, slutty cat.” You cut your eyes to Bucky, both of you pressing your lips together to hold back your laughter.
“Yeah, duh, Stevie,” Bucky echoed, his voice wobbling with barely concealed glee. He knocked his shoulder roughly against Steve’s, then reached for you, sliding the headband off and tossing it somewhere in the room. “You’re not gonna be needing that anymore. For what we’re about to do, you’re not going to need a Halloween costume.”
With that declaration, the atmosphere in the room shifted, turning hot and heavy with anticipation.
You blinked at Bucky, unable to form any kind of response—snarky or otherwise—and Steve used it as the opportunity to pull your dress up over your head. The move left you naked, save for a pair of black lace panties.
In tandem, the two men let out sharp exhales and settled back into the couch, their eyes hungrily devouring the smooth planes of your exposed skin and the soft curves of your body.
They reached to touch you, their calloused hands gentle, ghosting, teasing—especially Bucky’s metal hand, which was cool enough against your heated skin that it made you shiver on Steve’s lap.
“Wow, babydoll,” Bucky breathed, his words overlapping with Steve’s reverent, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
Their praise made your heart thump happily in your chest, pride blooming hot and sweet between your ribs, and making you sit up straighter. With a happy grin, you threw your shoulders back and pushed your chest out, putting your tits on display and giving them a good view of your body.
Steve pressed his fist to his mouth, biting his knuckle while Bucky’s hands skimmed up your ribs to cup your tits, letting out an amazed breath.
“These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, princess,” Bucky murmured, catching your eye and holding it as he ducked his head. He took one of your peaked nipples into his hot mouth.
As soon as his lips closed around the aching pebble, you gasped, feeling him suck and pull your soft flesh deep into his mouth. Pleasure pulsed straight down your spine, wrapping around your clit and tugging delightfully. You rocked your hips against Steve’s bulge, a whine building in the back of your throat.
“Can’t wait to watch them grow swollen with milk,” Steve murmured, sounding like he was almost in a trance.
He pushed Bucky’s hand away from your other tit so he could cup it in his palm. His thumb flicked over your tight peak, and you gasped again, arching your spine and pushing your chest into them even more.
“You’re gonna have such pretty, milky tits, sunshine,” Steve went on, his voice low and lusty as he circled his thumb teasingly around your nipple. “And if they ever get so achy you can’t stand it, Buck and I will help you out.”
With that promise making you squirm against the bulge between your thighs, Steve ducked forward, capturing your other nipple in his mouth and giving it the same suckling treatment as Bucky. You let out a low moan and gave yourself to the pleasure they offered.
Tenderly, you carded your fingers through their hair, enjoying the softness against your skin while you held both men tight to your chest. You imagined doing the same thing when your tits were full of milk, a loud, helpless whimper falling from your lips at the fantasy.
You moved on instinct, moaning and writhing in Steve’s lap, grinding against his cock through your clothes. There was so much wetness leaking between your thighs, you were certain you were drenching the front of his pants—not that he seemed to be bothered by it.
Both enforcers sucked synchronously on your tits, drinking you down like they really were devouring you, and your pussy pulsed pathetically around nothing. Their hot mouths and groping hands left you nearly sobbing with need.
“Please!” you cried when you couldn’t stand it anymore and you needed more. “I need you—I’m so wet and empty! Captain, Wolf, please, fill me up. I need your cocks please, please, please!”
Bucky lifted his head first. “Anything you want, babydoll, it’s yours,” he said, slurring his words like he was drunk on the taste of your tits.
It took him a few tries to open his eyes, and when he did, there was a decidedly dazed look on his handsome face that took another moment to blink away. He noticed Steve still suckling on your nipple, groaning softly into your soft flesh. Bucky grabbed his best friend by the scruff of his neck, pulling the other man off you.
“You heard the princess, Stevie, she wants our cocks,” he said, shooting you a playful grin and a wink. “And what our princess wants, she gets.”
A grin stole across the blond’s beautiful face as you giggled at Bucky’s solicitousness. “Can’t leave our princess waiting and wanting, can we, Buck?” Steve teased, his words a little slurred. He gathered you close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you wheeze out another giddy laugh.
Reaching between your thighs, Steve quickly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. You sucked in a sharp, excited breath when you sat back on his knees and got a look at him. His dick was so thick and hard, you knew instantly that it would fill you up perfectly.
Eagerly, you pushed onto your knees and lined yourself up with the tip of Steve’s cock, using your fingers to tug your panties to the side. But before you could start sliding down his length, Steve stopped you with a hand on your waist.
“Buck,” Steve said, and you didn’t understand why he’d stopped you or why he’d said the other man’s name.
You looked to the brunet, and were momentarily distracted by the sight of Bucky’s cock. He’d taken himself out of his pants as well, and was stroking his long, hard, perfect length in his fist. His movements were lazy, his blue eyes dark and hooded as he watched you prepare to take his best friend’s cock.
Whatever Steve was asking, Bucky seemed to know intrinsically because he lifted his hips off the couch and shoved his hand into the pocket of his pants. The move made his cock bob in a way that had you wanting to take him into your mouth, but you were too curious about what he was doing to lean over and do just that.
When Bucky’s hand withdrew, he held a silver pocket knife, which he expertly flicked open. The soft metallic snick made your pussy clench around nothing, your wetness leaking down from your hole to coat Steve’s cock.
Even with the sudden appearance of a knife, you didn’t feel any fear, only excitement. You trusted the enforcers implicitly, and your body somehow knew, all the way down to your bones, that you were safe with them. So you simply watched Bucky curiously, waiting to see what he’d do.
Both men seemed to sense that you weren’t scared, Steve brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and murmuring a sweet, “Good girl,” while Bucky grinned shamelessly at you. He dragged the flat of the knife over your hip and down to the curve of your ass, watching as goose bumps erupted across your bare skin.
The path of the knife only stopped when he got to the edge of your panties, digging lightly into the skin at your hip. It wasn’t enough to cut you, but your heart gave a thrilled thump when you felt the blade press against you.
“You won’t be needing these anymore, babydoll,” Bucky rumbled, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he slid the knife under the fabric and sliced right through it. “So I might as well relieve you of them.” He reached around your front and cut through the other side, then yanked the ruined panties from your body.
“That was one of my favorite pairs,” you pouted playfully, mostly so your jaw didn’t drop at his actions. You hadn’t thought having one of your father’s enforcers literally slice through your panties with a knife would be so hot, but when Bucky did it, it made you drip with even more desire.
And that was nothing compared to what he did next. You lost the fight against your mouth falling open in surprise when Bucky brought the drenched gusset of your panties to his nose and gave a deep sniff. His pupils blew wide with lust, his expression turning hungry and predatory as he held your gaze captive.
“You better replace them,” you said faintly, barely remembering what you were talking about. Your entire mind was consumed by the sight of Bucky sniffing your panties like you were a delectable little treat he wanted to savor.
“We’ll buy you as much lingerie as you want, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, grinning at your dazed reaction.
It seemed the blond didn’t want to be left out, because he grabbed Bucky’s wrist and pulled your panties close so he could smell them. When he did, his eyes slid closed as he groaned loudly, his hips bucking instinctively between your thighs to press his bare cock against your soft, wet pussy.
“Fuck, sunshine, you smell like heaven.”
“Stevie,” you whined, squirming your hips and grinding down on his twitching cock. Your dripping slit slipped against his thick length, coating him in your desire. Your clit bumped against his mushroom tip in a way that had you mewling pathetically, your fingers scrabbling against his white dress shirt for purchase.
When Steve opened his eyes, his pupils were blown just as wide as Bucky’s, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was on drugs. But the only drug he was on was you.
Wrapping a big hand around the front of your throat, Steve dragged you in for a sloppy, messy kiss, his tongue plunging deep into your mouth like he wanted to claim you all over again. You could taste yourself faintly on his lips, and it made the kiss even dirtier, filthier, as you devoured each other hungrily.
When Steve broke away to press greedy kisses against your cheek and the underside of your jaw, you watched Bucky shove your ruined panties into the pocket of his pants along with his knife. He shot you a wink when he saw you looking, but before you could ask why he was keeping them, Steve kissed you again, dragging your attention back to him.
“Ready for my cock, sweetheart?” Steve asked when he pulled away, his hands sliding down your body to grip your waist and help you to lift up again so your weeping slit was pressed to the head of his cock.
You bounced on your knees as much as his grip would allow, nodding your head and chanting, “Yes, yes, please, Captain, I need your cock inside me now!”
“What an eager little slut our princess is, isn’t she, Stevie?” Bucky said, chuckling, his metal hand smoothing down the line of your spine while the other stroked his cock in his fist. He shot his best friend a look as Steve let out a low laugh of his own.
“The best, most perfect eager little slut,” Steve agreed, grinning when you preened under their praise.
Then he was guiding you to sink down on his stiff length and your focus was stolen entirely by the feeling of his thick cock sliding inside your wet pussy. A high-pitched, breathy moan spilled from your lips and your head fell back as inch after inch of his fat cock pushed inside your tight hole.
“Steve!” His name was a high, plaintive cry bursting from your tongue as you lifted your head, catching the enforcer’s eye and letting him see the way pleasure contorted your face.
You’d been right when you first saw his cock—Steve filled you up perfectly. He stretched you just enough to feel him fitting snugly inside your pussy, but without any of the stinging burn that came with someone too big to fit. Steve was perfect and he filled you up perfectly, just like you were meant to be.
“Oh fuck, sunshine,” Steve grunted, pulling you down even further, until you were almost all the way seated on his cock. His big hand reached up, cupping your cheek and pulling you close until your forehead pressed to his. “Y’know, I kind of liked it when you called me daddy. If you wanna call me that, sweetheart, by all means go ahead.”
Your pussy clenched hard around Steve’s cock at the invitation, making him let out a deliciously deep groan. You grinned as you whimpered a sweet, soft, “Daddy,” before leaning in for another kiss.
Steve welcomed you readily, his tongue tangling with yours while you finished sinking down on his cock. Both of you broke from the kiss to exhale a sigh of relief when you were finally fully impaled on his hardness.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bucky muttered, dragging your attention from Steve for a moment.
Bucky’s metal hand was laying possessively on your thigh, while the other stroked his cock, pumping up and down the shaft. You could see a tiny bit of precum already leaking from the tip and, again, you had the urge to lean over and take him into your mouth, but Bucky’s fingers on your chin lifted your gaze to his.
“You doing alright, babydoll?” he asked, a slight crease of concern forming between his brows. But there was mischief in his dark eyes. “Does Stevie’s bare cock feel good inside that pretty cunt of yours?”
When you nodded, Bucky slid his hand from your chin down your body, tweaking one of your nipples and making you cry out softly. His metal fingers slipped between your thighs to the soft, swollen flesh of your pussy. He found your clit and flicked it teasingly, watching your face to see what had you moaning and squirming the most.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Buck, she feels so good on my cock,” Steve groaned, his hands flexing against your hips, like he was using all his self-restraint to stop himself from grabbing you and fucking you good and rough. He gripped you tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough, you knew he’d leave marks behind. “Our girl feels better than heaven.”
“Of course she does, Stevie,” Bucky said, grinning arrogantly at you, his fingers playing with your clit while you writhed on Steve’s cock, moaning mindlessly as you watched both men through heavy-lidded eyes. “That’s because she’s ours—our girl, our perfect good girl.”
Just then, Bucky stroked the underside of your clit exactly right and you let out a loud, sobbing cry of pleasure, your cunt clenching hard around Steve, making him twitch deep in your pussy. Your entire body was trembling as you rocketed toward your release, drowning in the deep, pleasured groan Steve let out.
“Fuck, right there, she likes that,” Steve grunted to Bucky, his figners digging even harder into your hips, until you were whining from the mixture of pleasure and slight aching pain.
Bucky’s grin hitched higher on his handsome face and he rubbed your clit again in the exact same way, watching pleasure contort your face as you moaned. Your cunt pulsed violently around Steve’s cock, making him groan even louder.
“Fuck—fuck, sunshine, you feel so fucking perfect,” he growled, his eyes blinking dazedly until he caught your gaze. “I could live in your cunt if you let me,” he confessed, then grabbed your throat and dragged you in for a messy, claiming kiss.
While you and Steve kissed, Bucky leaned close, his stubble rasping against your cheek when he murmured in your ear.
“You just sit pretty on Stevie’s big cock, princess,” he rumbled, still rubbing your clit and making you huff a senseless whine in Steve’s mouth. “You keep his cock nice and warm and we’ll pump you full of our cum until you’re knocked up with our kid, yeah? How’s that sound, babydoll?”
Instead of answering, you moaned, long and low against Steve’s mouth while he grinned, nipping at your bee-stung lips and swallowing your sounds of pleasure greedily, like they were his favorite sweet treat in the world. It was all you could do to cling on to Steve and Bucky and let them consume you until you were little more than fire and light and sensation.
Between your thighs, Steve rocked his hips, urging you to join him in a slow, languid rhythm. It felt so good, the way his thick cock dragged against your sensitive inner walls, Bucky’s fingers still teasing your aching clit, that it was almost too much. Your release was building in your center, but both men seemed content to take their time to make sure that when you did finally come, it would be devastating.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Steve asked when he pulled away to let you catch your breath. His blue eyes were bright with lust but intent on your face, checking in with you even as you risked losing yourself to pleasure.
You nodded, feeling a bit like a bobblehead, and blinked hazy eyes until they cleared enough to find the pretty blue of Steve’s. They were darker than normal, so much of his irises taken over by his pupils that they were nearly blotted out entirely.
But they were still the eyes you’d known for years and years, and you found yourself sinking into Steve’s gaze.
It had an almost hypnotic effect, and without remembering when you’d decided to open your mouth and speak, words were spilling from your lips, a babbling litany of begging.
“Wan your cum, daddy,” you murmured, fingers curling tight in Steve’s white dress shirt, wrinkling the fabric beyond saving. With your other hand, you did the same to Bucky, dragging him as close as possible as you caught his eye. “Wan yours, too, dad.”
Bucky’s eyes flared for just a moment, his entire body going rigidly still. “Did you just call me dad?” he asked, his tone quiet and unreadable.
Anxiety shot through your body, making you tense, your eyes going wide. “Do you not like it?” you asked, worried you’d crossed a line.
For a moment, Bucky simply stared at you, and it wasn’t until Steve smacked his chest that he finally broke free from his spell. Leaning in, he cupped your face in the palm of his hand, looking at you with so much naked affection in his gaze, it burned away the nervousness that had sprouted in your belly.
“I fucking love it, babydoll,” he said, pulling you in for a quick, fierce kiss that had more heat scorching through your body. He was just as greedily devouring as Steve, and when he finally let you pull away, you were gasping for breath. “You call me dad as much as you want, princess. It makes my dick throb for you.”
Bucky wrapped his fingers loosely around your wrist, dragging your hand down his body to circle around his thick cock. He folded his palm around the back of your hand, guiding you to stroke him just the way he liked, your fingers curling tightly around his fat girth.
Letting out a grunt of pleasure, Bucky’s forehead pressed to your temple, his eyes sliding closed while he pumped your hand up and down his cock. You watched him appreciatively, enjoying the way he groaned in pleasure, his warm breath ghosting against your bare skin.
It was glorious, the sight of the big, tough enforcer practically brought to his knees simply by your hand. You reveled in the feeling of Bucky’s cock in your palm, enjoying the velvet-wrapped steel of his hardness. At the same time, you couldn’t forget Steve, your cunt squeezing around his dick still buried deep inside you.
Still, it wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t enough to take Steve and Bucky in different parts of your body. Something about that didn’t feel right.
You didn’t quite understand what you were feeling or what you wanted, and a soft, distressed sound tumbled from your lips.
Immediately, Steve and Bucky snapped to attention. Both men sat up straight and crowded in around you, twin lines of concern forming between their brows. They wrapped you up in their arms, holding you tight between their bodies while stroking your skin soothingly.
“What is it, babydoll?” Bucky asked at the same time Steve murmured, “What do you need, sunshine, we’ll give you anything you want.”
Although Steve’s cock still buried in your pussy stole some of your attention, you tried to focus on parsing out how you felt. After taking a deep breath, you attempted to put it into words.
“I want you both inside me,” you said, glancing from one pair of concerned blue eyes to the other. “At the same time.”
“Of course, sweetheart, we can make that work,” Steve rushed to reassure you, something like relief in his voice as he kissed your temple. “I’m sure Buck wouldn’t mind fucking that pretty mouth of yours.”
At his suggestion, you shook your head. That wasn’t what you meant—it wasn’t what you wanted.
“Not like that, I want you both in the same hole,” you explained, staring deep into Steve’s eyes before looking to Bucky. “I want you both to cum inside me at the same time,” you said, finding the words and growing more confident as you did. “I want your cocks in my pussy together, and I want you to cum inside me at the same time so you both knock me up.”
Your pleading words hung in the air for a moment while Steve and Bucky processed them, then they glanced at each other, their expressions a mirror image of uncertainty. As you waited patiently, they had one of their silent conversations, their faces twitching subtly like they were having some kind of argument.
Finally, Steve looked back at you, a deep well of worry in his gaze. “Are you sure, sunshine? This is what you want?”
“We don’t want to hurt you, babydoll,” Bucky jumped in to say. “But if this is what you want, we’ll give it to you.”
A gentle smile curved the edges of your lips as you nodded slowly, endeavoring to show the men how sure you were without being reckless. “I trust you,” you said, looking at each man in turn. “And I want this—I want you to cum inside me at the exact same time so we never know who the father is, because you’ll both be their father.”
You grabbed one of each of their hands and brought them to your lower belly, the place in your body that would swell when their baby grew inside you. The rightness of it settled deep in your soul, and you knew this was exactly what all three of you needed.
If they came inside you together, there’d never be any reason for one to suspect the other was the father. Only one of them could really knock you up, but none of you would ever know who it was, and they’d both be the baby’s father.
Steve and Bucky slid their hands closer together, until their fingers were tangled against your belly and they shared another of their loaded looks. Bucky nodded decisively and Steve let out a long exhale, bowing his head in a nod of his own.
When he looked up, the blond enforcer was determined, the glint in his eye contrasting the excited glee in Bucky’s, and he grabbed your chin gently, pulling you close so he could give you a stern look.
“We’ll go slow,” Steve said, his tone uncompromising, and both you and Bucky nodded eagerly.
Bucky pressed a wet, smacking kiss to your cheek, making you giggle at the silliness of it, delighting in the way his stubble rasped against your skin. Then he sat back a little and gave your ass an encouraging slap.
“Bounce on Stevie’s dick, princess,” he instructed, his hand giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll start with something easier than my cock first.”
With another nod, you began lifting yourself up and sinking back down on Steve’s hard length, bracing your hands on his shoulders for balance. The blond enforcer settled his big hands on the place where the curve of your waist met your hips, holding you tightly and guiding you as you found a rhythm.
“Good girl, sunshine, such a perfect, pretty slut bouncing on daddy’s cock,” Steve cooed, a small smirk on his face that widened when your pussy fluttered around him.
“Such a good girl, babydoll,” Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw while his hand slipped from your thigh back between your legs. His fingers stroked your clit adoringly, making you clench and gush around Steve’s cock, but they didn’t stay there long.
Bucky slide one of his fingers down to where your hole was stretched around Steve’s thick shaft. A shiver raced down your spine when he teased your entrance, your body not knowing what to do with the feeling.
“Relax, princess,” Bucky rumbled soothingly, pressing the tip of his finger inside you as you lowered yourself on Steve’s cock. His thumb rubbed your clit while you trembled on your knees, you pussy convulsing around the added intrusion.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Bucky exhaled, catching Steve’s eye out of the corner of his own. The other man groaned, nodding, his chin hitting his chest as he watched the spot where his cock and Bucky’s finger disappeared inside you.
“I know, Buck,” Steve rasped. “I’m trying really hard not to lose it.”
“Keep it together, Stevie,” Bucky chided, shooting you a cheeky grin.
Steve’s eyes closed and he moaned like he was being tortured, his face tensing with concentration as he focused on holding off his release. He made such sweet sounds, your pussy couldn’t help clenching around Steve’s cock and Bucky’s finger, which earned you a thrust from the blond enforcer as Bucky slipped even deeper inside you.
Just as they promised, Bucky and Steve took things slow. Steve helped you ride his cock, your hips moving slowly and deliciously, savoring every inch of his hard shaft while Bucky worked more fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out methodically to make sure you were ready.
It was all you could do to gasp and moan and relax for them, let them both into your pussy so that you could eventually get what you wanted—their two cocks inside you. It was such slow, tormenting work, but it felt good, spectacular even.
You felt like you were transcending to a new plane of existence, one where all that mattered was the three of you and your desire to be joined so intimately together. The tears gathering in your lashes and the strain in your muscles didn’t matter. You were going to have Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes at the same time, even if it took all of Halloween night to get you ready.
Thankfully, it didn’t take quite that long, and after a while, Steve and Bucky determined you were stretched enough. Steve pulled you close, gathering you up against his chest, kissing you slow and sweet before he eased you gently off his cock.
“Get on Bucky’s lap, sweetheart,” he murmured encouragingly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let’s see if we can fit two cocks in that tight cunt of yours.”
“You can,” you responded quickly, your voice practically breathless even as you flashed a confident smile at the men. Moving on shaky legs, Bucky helped you into his lap, then guided you to sink down on his cock. “I know you can make it fit, daddy.”
“That’s a good girl, being so good for us, babydoll,” Bucky crooned, smoothing his hand down your spine while you impaled yourself on his hard length. “Such a brave little slut, so eager to be stuffed full of two big cocks.”
“Yes, dad, so eager,” you purred, lowering yourself until Bucky’s stiff shaft was buried fully inside you. Your thighs were spread wide across his lap and your bare tits pressed against his broad, clothed chest.
For a moment, you paused, letting your forehead fall against Bucky’s as you reveled in the feeling of him inside you for the first time. He was just as perfect as Steve, filling you up like your bodies were destined to join together. It made you smile, how good it felt, because you knew it was meant to be.
“My gorgeous, perfect girl,” Bucky rumbled, shifting his head to slant his mouth to yours for a kiss.
It was slow and sweet, the slide of his lips cherishing you as much as they devoured and claimed you. His kiss made your heart sing and your pussy pulse greedily around his cock, wringing a desperate grunt from the rough man.
Steve gave you and Bucky another moment, letting you enjoy yourselves, just the two of you, as he stood from the couch and moved behind you. Once you pulled away from Bucky’s kiss to gasp for air, the men manhandled you into the position they wanted.
You were leaning forward against Bucky’s chest, laying on top of his body, which was slumped deep into the couch so his ass was close to the edge of the cushions. His knees were spread wide, allowing Steve to step between them and get close to you.
Smoothing a comforting hand down your flank, Steve eased two fingers into your pussy alongside Bucky’s cock, making you moan shamelessly. The blond enforcer fucked you slowly with his fingers while his best friend stayed still, holding you against his chest and brushing raspy kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.
“Ready, sunshine?” Steve asked, pulling his fingers from your slick cunt.
You could guess from the way his soaked knuckles brushed against your ass that he was stroking his cock, coating himself with your desire. The tip of him nudged gently against your entrance, reminding you of his question, and you nodded.
“You say the word and we stop immediately, alright?”
“Got it,” you said on an exhale, focusing on relaxing.
Glancing over your shoulder, your gaze met Steve’s, seeing the depth of his devotion in the stark lines of his face. It took your breath away, and you had to let your eyes rake down his body to be able to breathe again.
He’d thrown his black tie over his shoulder, and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. It was inexplicably hot that both Steve and Bucky were still mostly clothed while you were naked between them. You enjoyed it so much, you hummed a pleased purr and returned your gaze to Steve’s face.
His eyes had dropped to the place where Bucky was already buried inside you, his eyes dark and intent on your pussy. Wanting to give him even more to look at, you arched your spine and offered yourself to him, inviting him to join you and Bucky in depravity.
“I’m ready, Stevie,” you said, your voice breathless but strong. “Breed my pussy, daddy, fill me up until there’s no way I’m not knocked up.”
Steve’s pretty blue eyes closed with a groan, and you glanced at Bucky, sharing a conspiratorial look of delight at torturing the other man. Without missing a beat, Bucky picked up the thread of teasing, shooting a mocking smirk at his best friend.
“C’mon, Stevie, you heard our girl,” he said, using his hands to spread your ass and reveal your pussy more fully to the other man. “Stuff her so full of cock, she’ll be feeling us for days.”
Giggling, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck, whispering an encouraging, “Tell ‘im, dad,” for only him to hear.
“We gotta pump her full of cum and claim her as ours,” Bucky went on, giving your ass a sharp smack that had you moaning wantonly into his scruffy jaw. “Just think how pretty our girl’s gonna look with her belly all swollen with our kid. Everyone is going to know she’s ours.”
“Yours,” you echoed, nodding your head eagerly and lifting up enough to look at Bucky, then Steve, repeating it to him, “All yours.”
Blinking his eyes dazedly, Steve looked overcome for a moment, like he was imagining the future you and Bucky had teased—your belly big and round with their baby, your body tucked between theirs as they paraded you around Brooklyn so everyone, including your father, knew who you belonged to.
It was a sweet picture, you had to admit, your mouth curving into a beaming smile.
A moment later, Steve blinked and focused on you, his eyes softening even as he grumbled, “You’re both gonna be the death of me.”
Tipping your head back, you let out a loud, happy laugh. So consumed in your mirth, you nearly missed the way Bucky and Steve stared at you with so much open adoration. It was on the tip of your tongue to tease them about it, but Steve chose that moment to start pushing inside you.
Your laugh choked off in a moan when the tip of Steve’s cock pressed to your hole, meeting resistence from your tight entrance even after all that preparation.
Bucky must’ve felt you tense, because his palm smoothed down your spine, comforting your body as he murmured, “Relax, babydoll, let Stevie into your sweet cunt.” He brushed a rasping kiss to your cheek. “We just wanna give you what you want—both our cocks at the same time.
Steve’s hands stroked along your sides, both men using their strong fingers to work your muscles and help them soften. In no time at all, you were calming, laying down on Bucky’s chest and letting Steve into your body.
Grunting with pleasure, Steve pushed the head of his cock past your entrance. The movement wrung debauched moans from all three of you that were loud the relative quiet of the club office, drowning out the din of the crowd and music.
You felt your pussy clench hard around their dicks, making the men wheeze with something close to pain, and you focused on staying relaxed. Pressing your face into Bucky’s neck, you breathed in the scent of him, so spicy and wonderful, letting it fill your head with hazy clouds of pleasure.
It took another short while of careful thrusting before they were both buried inside you. Steve would gently push inside, then retreat a little, only to press deeper and deeper, sinking his cock into your cunt alongside Bucky’s one inch at a time.
At one point, you got so overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness that tears fell from your eyes, splashing down on your cheeks as you squirmed in Bucky’s lap. The men paused, checking in with you again, and seeing if you wanted to stop.
But you were so close to getting what you wanted that you refused to let them end it there. So they continued on once you were ready.
Finally, Steve’s hips pressed flush to your ass and it felt like, for one glorious moment, that even the universe stopped to appreciate the perfection of the three of you joined together. You exhaled a sigh of relief, a sense of deep satisfaction settling deep into your soul while a dreamy smile played on your lips.
“How’s it feel, babydoll?” Bucky asked, his words slurring slightly again. When you merely mumbled an unintelligible answer, he tipped your chin up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. “You okay?”
“Sooo good,” you moaned, your lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes to stare into Bucky’s beautiful blue gaze. His eyes were dark with lust, but there was a spark of affection that had you smiling again. “You fill me up so good, dad,” you murmured, then glanced over your shoulder to catch Steve’s eye. “Love having your cocks stuffed inside me, daddy.”
A slow, wolfish smile spread across Steve’s face while Bucky grinned shamelessly, the brunet enforcer squeezing your ass hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises behind. The rough treatment had your pussy clenching down on their cocks, all three of you moaning at the feeling.
“You ready for me to move, sunshine?” Steve asked, his deep voice slightly strained, like he was focused entirely on not coming too soon. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“Yes, Captain,” you said sweetly, rolling your hips and grinning when both men grunted in pleasure. “Fuck me, fill me up, make me a mommy.”
“Oh fuck,” Bucky groaned, his hips kicking up from below, fucking his cock deeper in your pussy until the tip was just kissing your cervix. He looked over your shoulder at his best friend with desperate blue eyes. “You heard our girl, Stevie, let’s fuck ‘er full and knock ‘er up.”
“With pleasure, Buck,” Steve purred, one of his hands grabbing your hip in a bruising grip while he leaned forward to wrap the other around the front of your throat.
The enforcer brushed a kiss to your cheek, his thumb and forefinger pressing into the sides of your neck and making your mind go blissfully blank. You were trapped between the two men, entirely at their mercy, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” Steve murmured in your ear. “Let your dad and daddy use your sweet cunt and we’ll give you everything you want—we’ll make sure you’re pregnant before the night is over.”
“Mm, we’re gonna breed this sweet pussy, princess,” Bucky rumbled, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and sliding his hands down to cup your tits. He thumbed your nipples, pinching them to draw out a plaintive cry. “You’re gonna make such a pretty baby for us.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your hands reaching for your men.
Your fingers curled in the collar of Bucky’s black shirt, undoing the buttons clumsily so you could press your face to the crook of his collarbone. With the other, you sank your fingers into Steve’s hair, holding him close, making him cage you in between them.
The three of you moved together, your bodies connected in the most primal, physical way possible while your souls aligned into something greater and more meaningful. It was wet, messy fucking—and it was magnificent.
Bucky rocked up from below while Steve fucked you in short, hard strokes, your hips rolling to meet their alternating thrusts. You were all pressed so close, you could feel the sweat dripping from Steve’s brow onto your cheek, mixing with the tears spilling from your eyes, and being kissed away by Bucky’s mouth.
All the while, Steve choked you gently, only enough for your vision to crackle around the edges and your breaths to come in desperate, needy gasps. Bucky sucked and nipped at your parted lips, his hands playing roughly with your tits, pinching your tight, aching peaks until you were mindless with pleasure.
Between the two of them, it wasn’t long before you were right at the edge of your release, the tension in your core coiling to the point of snapping.
“Gonna cum, daddy,” you gasped, your entire being narrowing down to the place where their cocks split you open so perfectly. Bucky was grinding into your cunt, rubbing your clit against the base of his cock. “Oh god, dad, right there!”
“Go on, sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, his hand tightening around your throat, causing your cunt to clench around their hard shafts. “Let us feel you cum on our cocks, wanna feel you sucking us deeper into your sweet pussy, milking all the seed from us until we’re draining our balls in your womb and knocking you up.”
The enforcer’s hand slipped from your hip to between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it mercilessly. The last thing you saw was Bucky’s hungry grin and greedy eyes before your vision whited out and your release detonated deep in your body.
It was the most intense orgasm of your life, your lips parting on a piercing scream as Steve and Bucky shoved you savagely over the edge. Even with Steve’s hand squeezing your throat, you were sure the whole club could hear you scream, the sound no doubt adding to the Halloween ambiance.
Pleasure flooded your body in a tsunami, every muscle clenching, your pussy gripping the cocks splitting you open so tightly that the men let out choked grunts. In tandem, they shoved their dicks deep inside you, and it was such a tight fit, you could feel them swell slightly right before they came.
With two ferocious roars, Bucky and Steve followed you over the edge into oblivion, their hands gripping you tightly, their chests crowding you in between their big bodies. Their cocks twitched inside you, throbbing as they spilled their seed deep into your still pulsing pussy.
“Fuck, that’s it, sunshine, take it,” Steve muttered, rutting wildly into you, his hips stuttering, thighs clapping against your ass. “Take my cum—you’re gonna make such a pretty mommy for daddy.”
Bucky groaned beneath you, his warm breath fanning against your cheek while his fingers dug hard into your plush hips. “Feel so fucking good,” he rumbled, cursing as he flooded your pussy with his release. “Jesus fuck. Take dad’s cum, princess, take it all. Gonna breed you good, babydoll.”
It felt so good, so perfectly sublime, that you were beyond words. All you could do was moan your pleasure, humming happy purrs when they brushed kisses everywhere they could reach, Bucky’s scruffy jaw rasping over your face while Steve’s mouth trailed along your shoulders and down your spine.
Together, the three of you rode out your releases, your bodies writhing in a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs. When you began trembling more from overstimulation than bliss, Steve finally eased off, pulling himself carefully from your body.
Bucky helped you gently lift off his cock, then sit beside him on the couch. Steve collapsed on the cushions on your other side, and the two big men tucked you into their bodies, giving you their warmth as their hands roamed over your cooling skin.
“Alright, babydoll?” Bucky asked while Steve dropped a kiss to the apple of your cheek and asked, “Anything hurt?”
You took a moment to take stock of your body, noting the ache in your hips from being in the same position for so long and the tenderness in your pussy. But for the most part, you felt good, deliciously spent and sated. A smile curved your lips and you pressed a kiss to each of the men’s shoulders.
“I’m a little sore,” you said, wrapping your hands around their biceps, clinging to your men to make sure they stayed close. You snuggled into their warmth, breathing in their familiar spicy scents and letting your eyes drift closed. “But I feel okay.”
For a long moment, the three of you just enjoyed being together, the men cooing about how good you were for them, how perfect it felt to fill you up. Steve massaged your neck where he’d choked you, and Bucky used his fingers to gently push some of the cum spilling from your hole back inside you.
Your hips squirmed but you spread your legs open to give him better access, hooking your thighs over the men’s legs on either side of you. You opened your eyes, watching Bucky’s fingers disappearing inside you, shoving their cum back where it belonged.
“Do you really think it’s going to take?” you asked in a small voice, hope and uncertainty warring in your words.
Steve cupped your cheek in his hand, turning you to look at him. There was a crease between his brows and concern in his bright blue eyes. “Do you still want it to, sunshine?” he asked, his expression serious but unreadable, like he wanted to make sure you weren’t swayed by his own desires.
The alcohol had long since burned out of your system, so your head was clear when you gave Steve’s question the earnest consideration it deserved.
Even before that Halloween night, you’d wanted a family, and it had been so long since you’d had any hope of building one of your own. Perhaps it was impulsive to jump at the first real chance you got to have a baby with a willing man, but you’d known Steve and Bucky for years.
They were good men, and they’d be good fathers. They were strong and protective and capable, exactly the kind of men you wanted to build a family and a future with. Plus, you were already halfway in love with them after seeing the way they’d treated you with so much care.
Everything was happening so suddenly, you could acknowledge that. But life was short, and you knew what you wanted. So you nodded decisively and met Steve’s gaze.
“I do,” you told him. “And if it doesn’t take, I want to try again, with both of you.” You turned to Bucky, making sure he could see the honesty in your eyes as you spoke. “I want us to be a family, all three of us—if you’ll still have me.”
Your words trailed off with hesitation but both men were quick to pull you close and reassure you.
“We absolutely still want you, sunshine,” Steve cooed, petting your cheek with gentle fingers while Bucky’s metal hand clasped your hip possessively and he said, “You’re ours now, princess, and we’re yours until you get sick of us.”
“Never!” you cried, giggling happily as you pulled Bucky in and kissed him sweetly before turning and doing the same to Steve.
When you settled back between them, your shoulders gave an involuntary shiver, the chill in the office finally nipping at your skin. Bucky noticed and he grabbed his jacket, helping you into it while he glanced at his best friend.
“Whaddya say we take our girl home, Stevie, maybe pump her full of a few more loads,” he suggested in a fond, playful voice, giving you a sneaky wink. “Y’know, just to make sure we knocked her up like we promised.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me, Buck,” Steve said, though he paused to make sure you were okay with the idea. When you nodded happily, he grinned and kept talking to his best friend. “We can show her around our place, let her decide if that’s where she wants us to raise our kids together.”
“Kids plural?” you asked teasingly, one of your brows winging up in playful surprise.
“Of course, sunshine,” Steve said warmly, his smile wider than you’d ever seen, and so happy it made your heart thump joyfully in your chest. “We’re gonna have a couple of rugrats, isn’t that right, Buck?”
“Hm, I’m thinking at least four, Stevie,” Bucky rumbled, squeezing you tight in his arms and pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek that made you laugh. “Maybe more—I have a feeling we’re gonna love seeing our girl with a big, round belly swollen with our kids.”
Bucky’s metal hand settled on your stomach, Steve’s palm doing the same, and all three of you glanced down at your body, smiling like you could picture the way you’d look pregnant with their baby. It was a wonderful fantasy and you couldn’t wait for it to become reality.
“I like the sound of that,” you said, giving a soft, happy sigh and leaning on Steve’s shoulder. He brushed a kiss to the crown of your head.
When you gave another shiver from the cold, Steve stood, helping you up. He and Bucky guided you out of the club through a back door, hustling you into a bulletproof SUV before whisking you through Brooklyn to the home they shared.
You were delighted to learn that the enforcers had used the money they earned from your father to buy a gorgeous Queen Anne Victorian house on a beautiful tree-lined street in Brooklyn. It had plenty of room for a family, and you were so excited to start filling it, you insisted the men take you to the master bedroom to begin that night.
Steve and Bucky took turns pumping you full of more cum for the rest of that Halloween night. It wasn’t until the gray sky of the early autuman morning began to lighten with the first rays of the rising sun that you finally collapsed in the bed that wasn’t quite big enough for all three of you.
You didn’t mind, though. You were pressed close between the two enforcers’ big bodies, feeling safe and warm and perfectly cared for. You fell asleep with a sated, blissful smile on your lips, cum dripping from your well-used pussy, wrapped up in the protective embrace of your two men.
A year later, when Halloween came around again, everything about your life was different—and better.
Most importantly, you were no longer alone, having given up your brownstone to move into Bucky and Steve’s house. The three of you had begun to make it a home, renovating and redecorating the space to match all your tastes. The first thing you’d done was get a bigger bed for the master bedroom so you could all comfortably sleep together.
When you’d found out you were pregnant, the three of you had gone to your father and told him about your relationship. You’d explained your intention to marry and start a family, and that you’d already begun building your life together.
The powerful leader of the mafia damn near lost his mind with fury, but your men were brave and strong—and they loved you so much they made it look easy to stand up to your father. With a great deal of discussion, and no small amount of threats of bodily harm, your father had eventually begun to see reason.
After all, who could protect his you better than his most vicious enforcers?
Besides, they were the fathers of his grandchild, so the mafia leader accepted the idea of your marriage, albeit begrudgingly. You’d had a small, modest wedding ceremony in early spring, with only family and close friends in attendance, and you’d spent the rest of the year preparing for your baby.
That next Halloween night, your plans for the evening were much different than the years before. Instead of staying in to hand out candy, or making the reckless decision to go out looking for some fun, you went trick-or-treating with your little family.
Bucky bounced your baby boy in his arms, the sweet three-month-old babbling mindlessly in his pumpkin costume while the big, tough enforcer cooed adoringly. You and your other husband walked beside him, Steve pushing the stroller with one hand, while his other arm was wrapped securely around your waist.
You couldn’t help the bubble of happiness that grew in your chest while the four of you moseyed on down the sidewalk of your Brooklyn neighborhood, already debating what your son would dress up as for his next Halloween.
Bucky thought another year as a pumkin would be adorable, while Steve wanted to dress him up as a baseball player. You just grinned and let them argue. It was moot anyway, you knew you’d let your son pick out his costume next year and be whatever he wanted.
As you walked along with your husbands and son, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to your plans for later that evening.
Sam Wilson would be babysitting your son while you, Steve and Bucky had some Halloween fun of your own. You were pretty sure Sam was looking forward to it almost as much as you were.
Settling a hand on your lower belly through the cheap fabric of your witch costume—the one you knew Bucky would be using his pocket knife to tear from your body later—you hoped you’d be as successful with your night as you had your previous Halloween.
And when you were knocked up by the mafia’s enforcers on Halloween night for a second time, you hoped it would be a girl.
You knew your husbands, the feared enforcers Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, would be brought to their knees by a daughter, and you knew they were going to be such perfect girl dads—just as perfect as they were as boy dads.
Not for the first time, you thought about how you were so, so happy with how your life turned out. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with your husbands, growing your family and then growing old together. Living happily ever after, one Halloween at a time.