hi there! i was in need of something super happy and fluffy today, so that’s what you get. :) it’s not actually smutty, but it dances along the line, i think. hope you like it! ❤️❤️
“Daaaaaarcy,” a rumbling baritone sang, pulling her from a sweet dream that lingered behind her eyelids. She groaned loudly, turning to lie on her stomach and pulling the pillow over her head to block out the sun that was now drifting through the blinds. A hand stroked lightly over the arm hanging out of the covers, and she swatted at it blindly.
Steve was sitting close enough that his chuckle practically vibrated through her, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. She loved that sound. But she still didn’t want to get up. “What time is it?” she grumbled. They had a rule in the apartment: the boys were not allowed to wake her up before 8:00 on Saturdays.
The pillow was pulled away from her face and Steve’s hands were brushing back her hair. “8:30,” he said, sounding altogether too enthusiastic for such an early time. Still, he hadn’t technically broken the rule. She pouted, crinkling her nose in supplication.
“Five more minutes?” she begged.
“The pancakes’ll be ready in two, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to pepper kisses across her nose and cheeks. She kept her face scrunched up, and he laughed. “Buck!” he called, “I need some backup in here!”
“The bacon’s about to fry to a crisp, Stevie,” Bucky said from the doorway. “Go on. I got this.” His voice dropped a register on the last part, sending a shiver down Darcy’s spine. With a knowing wink at Darcy, Steve climbed to his feet and moved toward the kitchen.
“Make sure she’s still in one piece,” he threw over his shoulder at them.
Darcy turned her face back toward the mattress, grumbling. She knew there was no way she was getting any more sleep now. Steve was commanding, but Bucky was relentless. Sure enough, he sat next to her at the edge of the bed, rubbing firm circles into her shoulder. She tried, and failed, not to melt into him.
By the time he rolled her onto her back, she was already pouting. It was her last defense, and had a one in a million chance of working. Instead, he just laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “If you’re not careful, doll,” he said, moving so his lips hovered only inches over hers, “your face’ll get stuck like that.”
And then his mouth swooped in to claim hers, swallowing her indignant retort. Lazy strokes of their tongues slowly grew more heated, until she was gasping against him. Her hand snuck up to sift into his shoulder length hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. While he was distracted, she pushed off the bed with a heave, rolling so that he was trapped beneath her. She grinned down at him in triumph, stealing a kiss in victory.
“Sheesh, Darce, you been workin’ out or somethin’?” Bucky winked up at her from where he lay pinned underneath her hips. She had no doubt he could get free in less than an instant, but he looked very happy to be exactly where he was.
“I had to figure out a way to keep up with my supersoldier boyfriends,” she confided in a stage whisper, leaning in close. He reached up to pull her down for a filthy kiss, rolling his hips up into her at the same time.
“I think you’re doin’ just fine, doll,” he groaned, closing his eyes at the friction their motions made. She could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of her panties, and all thoughts of breakfast completely fled her brain. She opened her mouth to call for their other partner, but he spoke before she could even make a sound.
“Buck,” came Steve’s exasperated voice from the doorway, “you were supposed to help get our girl out of bed. Not give her a reason to stay.”
Darcy turned to look at him over her shoulder, shooting him an inviting grin. “Hey, Steve,” she said, rocking her hips in time with her words. Bucky groaned unintelligibly below her. “I think he said hi, too,” she clarified with a wink.
Steve leaned against the doorframe with a smile. “I’m feelin’ a little left out over here,” was all he said, smile faltering for a single moment. Quickly, his face smoothed out and he tacked on, “Breakfast is ready and on the table, if you’re ready.”
But Bucky and Darcy were already reaching for him. They worked hard to keep their relationship equal, to keep anyone from feeling unloved or underappreciated. Over time, they’d developed a set of phrases to let each other know how they felt. And, well, Bucky and Darcy wanted Steve to feel anything but left out.
He came to them willingly, as he always did. They pulled him down between them, smothering him in kisses and hugs and an overwhelming surge of affection so strong they were all gasping from the weight of it. Darcy peppered his face with quick, light kisses, mimicking what he’d done to her not half an hour before. Bucky nipped at his earlobe and his neck, setting them all aflame.
“Breakfast can wait,” Darcy announced unnecessarily, wanting to make sure they were all on the same page. Bucky reached for the waistband of Steve’s pants at the same time as Darcy reached for his shirt, in perfect agreement. But Steve put a hand on each of their waists, stopping them for a moment. “I love you,” he said seriously, looking first at one and then at the other. And he did love Bucky and Darcy, anyone could tell. Pure love and adoration shone from his eyes every time he looked at them.
“I love you, too,” Darcy said, laying a kiss on his lips first, since she was closer. Bucky followed suit, murmuring the words with a rumbling sincerity.
Then he drew back, pressing his mouth to Darcy’s in turn. “And I love you, doll,” he said, low and fierce. If Steve’s love was like lightning, sharp and bright and something that drew everyone’s eye, Bucky’s was like thunder—steady and fierce and a force that would move the earth, if necessary.
“Now,” Bucky said, waiting for Darcy’s whispered “I love you too” before pressing another kiss to her lips and then to Steve’s, “where were we?” He drew his own shirt over his head, tossing it across the room and cocking an eyebrow in challenge.
There wasn’t a whole lot of talking after that.
