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You finally put the finishing touches on your nun outfit, excited about heading to the costume contest at the local strip club later with you and your super soldiers all dressed up. When you step out of the bathroom there’s music playing, something with a grinding, erotic beat. Earlier that day Clint switched out all the light bulbs in the main area for red ones, so the whole inside of the RV looks like the setting for a horror movie.
Steve’s dressed up as a priest. He looks kinda holy, but also a lot like trouble. It’s a simple getup: black pants, long sleeve black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a white clerical collar. His golden fauxhawk is styled into a messy pompadour. His shirt is just this side of too tight, and every time he moves his tattoo-covered arms, his shirt sleeves look like they’re going to split right up the middle. And his black skinny jeans are just snug enough to show off his narrow waist, and plump ass. He has a big black rosary dangling from one wrist.
He looks like he could absolve you of your sins, then fuck ‘em right back into you.
Bucky, on the other hand, is barely dressed at all. As Steve's pet demon, his only item of clothing is a pair of shredded and faded Daisy Dukes. They show off the long line of his tattooed legs and accentuate the corded muscle of his thighs. He has kohl eyeliner smudged over his lids, and a gnarled set of devil horns growing out of his forehead. Digging into his Adam’s apple is a brand new, black, custom-leather collar, with a heavy o-ring dangling over his throat. Clipped to the ring is a chain leash, the other end is wrapped around Steve’s wrist.
Earlier, when Steve buckled the collar around Bucky’s neck he made sure it was just a touch too tight, and Bucky nearly went feral.
When you step into the room, Steve is sitting on the stained, threadbare couch, with his thighs spread wide and his arms casually lying over the back of the sofa. Bucky’s sitting on Steve’s outstretched legs facing the seated man, grinding and gyrating his hips. The lap dance is slow and dirty. The muscles in Bucky’s back flexing and rolling like ocean waves. His hips sway hypnotically in time to the music. Steve keeps the leash pulled taut, so Bucky lets out a throaty moan every time one of them applies extra tension to it.
They’re absolutely lost in each other’s company.
You aren’t at all upset that they haven’t noticed you yet, so you sit on the edge of your bunk as quietly as possible to watch them enjoy each other. Soon, Steve is opening the front of their pants so he can get their cocks out. He takes them both in one big hand and jacks them slowly.
“Oh shit, Stevie,” Bucky groans, immediately rolling his hips to fuck into Steve’s grip. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” Steve purrs. “I can tell. You’re so fuckin’ hard, Buck.”
“Cock feels so good against mine.”
“How about when I do this?” Steve asks, before hooking his pinky finger in Bucky’s PA piercing, and tugging it in time with his strokes over their shafts.
Bucky’s voice is a low rumble, “Oh god, harder. Fuck, like that.”
Steve smiles up at him. “‘S that feel good, nasty boy?”
Bucky groans an affirmative in response.
“You fucking love it. You’re getting my finger wet. Your desperate fucking cock is leaking all over me.”
“‘S because you make me feel so good, Stevie.”
Steve tilts his face up toward Bucky, and tugs on his leash. “Gimmie a kiss then, nasty boy.”
With a whimper, Bucky meets Steve halfway, and they greedily bite and lick at each other. Steve twists the hand around their dicks, and Bucky throws his head back with a moan.
You must make a noise of your own because their eyes turn toward you. They smile at you and rest their heads together.
“Well? Let’s see you,” Steve urges, still jacking their dicks.
You stand, and fluff your veil, doing a slow turn while they catcall you. Your outfit is pretty simple as well, a black see-through mesh crop-top with electrical tape crosses covering your nipples, a black vinyl micro-mini skirt that just barely comes past your ass, a black and white veil, and black thigh-high fishnet stockings.
“You look good enough to eat,” Bucky says with a wicked grin, licking his lips for emphasis.
“Right back atcha, Buck,” you grin.
“Get over here,” Steve beckons you over.
You knee up on the couch and Bucky’s hand goes around your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Steve urges you to lift your shirt up so he can get his mouth on your tits, the hand that isn’t on their cocks smooths up the inside of your thigh. Steve’s calloused fingertips slide through the moisture dripping down your legs. He hisses.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked, doll,” he licks you off his fingertips, and dips his hand under your skirt with a deep groan. He slips two fingers inside you, pulls them out, and taps Bucky’s cheek. He breaks the kiss, and Steve slips his fingers into Bucky’s mouth and fucks them in and out while Bucky licks them clean.
“More,” he murmurs when Steve’s fingers are clean.
You swat Steve’s hand away when he comes back for more. You shove Bucky’s shoulder, “You know damn well where to get more if you want it so bad.”
“Lemme go Steve.”
As soon as Steve’s hand is off his dick, Bucky’s on you. He’s got his tongue in your cunt before you even register that the world is suddenly inverted. Bucky has your shoulders on the couch cushions, your ass propped up against the back of it aimed at the ceiling, and your tiny skirt bunched up around your waist. You don’t even have it in you to complain, because he’s grinding his cock against you, and his tongue is working its magic inside you.
Bucky’s leash is cool against the back of your thigh, and it rattles and sways when Steve knees up onto the sofa next to you. He’s already shimmied out of his jeans and shed his shirt. He takes your hand and kisses your palm before guiding it to his cock.
Steve nibbles the back of your thigh, rumbling against it when you stroke a fist up his shaft. He palms over your ass cheek, and smacks it with a resounding crack. The warm weight of his hand disappears, then two spit-slick fingers are pressing into your asshole. You moan and squirm, and there’s another smack to your ass, this time it’s Bucky.
“I wanna eat your pussy, not chase it. Stay fucking still,” he growls against your cunt.
“I’m trying,” you whimper.
“Not very hard obviously,” he says, smacking you again right over the first handprint, and the sting goes directly to your cunt, making you groan, and push against Steve’s fingers. “See?” Bucky barks. “We’re barely even doing anything yet, kitten. And we can make it a whole lot harder if you don’t stop.”
Bucky slides three fingers into your cunt, and twists them inside you until you groan his name. Fingers spread your pussy lips, and Bucky hawks a wad of spit over your clit, and gets his tongue on it.
Between their fingers, and Bucky’s sinful goddamn mouth, it isn’t long before you come, rocking your hips every time Bucky’s tongue flicks your over-sensitive clit.
“You still can’t fucking hold still can you?”
“No,” you say softly. “But I’m trying.” You’re pouting now.
Suddenly everyone’s fingers are gone, and you whine. Bucky shushes you.
You hear a soft rattling noise, then Steve’s thumbs hook into your pussy, and spread you open. Something chilly dips into your entrance, and it’s the wrong shape and weight to be Bucky’s metal fingers. More of the soft jangling noise, and the chilliness continues to slip inside of you.
Suddenly it hits you, and you groan.
“B-Bucky, is that your leash?”
“Yeah. Do you want me to stop?”
“If you stop I will never speak to you again.”
He huffs a laugh, “That’s what I thought.”
His fingers move to circle your clit, and more chain slips into you. You’re starting to feel the weight of it inside you. It’s not huge: four feet of stainless steel, two-inch straight-link chain, but as it settles in the cradle of your body it feels more substantial than it did when you were skipping around the hardware store with it in your hand earlier.
Well, I guess I know why he was so aggro about cleaning it earlier, you think.
Every time you squirm the chain shifts a little. It’s strange, but not unpleasant. Then a section of it slides over your g-spot, and you groan a curse.
“Jesus, doll. You’re so wet I can barely keep my fingers inside you.”
You slur, “Not supposed to say that, Stevie.”
“Say what?”
“You took the lord’s name in vain. You’re not a very good priest.”
“Oh fuck. You’re right,” he snorts. “Then I guess it probably won’t hurt to tell you my rosary is actually anal beads, and they’re going up your ass as soon as I’m done helping Bucky.”
“Fuck,” you groan.
Steve gasps, “That wasn’t very holy of you!”
With a huff, you point out, “You started it!” Steve nips at your ass cheek and you yelp. It moves the chain again, and you groan when it shifts against your walls.
The chain is still attached to Bucky’s collar, he unclips himself for a moment, and bends over to give you an upside-down kiss. As soon as he does, Steve spits on your hole, and starts slipping beads into your ass.
You whimper into Bucky’s kiss. “Are you okay? Are you comfortable?” he asks.
“I’m totally okay, I just really fucking need to come,” you whimper, trying not to focus on the way each bead stretches your asshole right before Steve pops it past your rim.
He grins, “I think we can give you a hand with that.”
As soon as Steve has stuffed the last bead into you, Bucky reattaches the leash to his collar, and starts sucking on your clit and dipping his fingers into your pussy to rub over your sweet spot. Steve is alternating between fucking you with his fingers, and the top part of the cross at the end of his anal beads. You’re moaning, and squirming as much as their iron grip on you allows. Between the two of them, and their props it doesn’t take long at all for you come. You sink your nails into Bucky’s thick thighs, and wail their names as your whole body throbs in time with the pulse of your climax.
“Jesus fucking christ,” you gasp.
Steve’s big hand cracks down on your ass, and you swear he hits you hard enough you can feel the sting of his chunky rings branded into the meat of your ass. “That wasn’t very nun-like of you,” he tsks. “None of that was, actually.”
“Fuck you, Steve,” you mean to sound cross, but they’re both emptying your holes, so it just comes out sounding all feathery and aroused.
“That’s a great idea, doll, because I am having some impure fuckin’ thoughts right now.”
By the time the beads and chain are out of you, you’re sweaty, groaning, and desperate. You’ve been moaning fuck me, fuck me for awhile, and you’re almost certain that a light breeze is all it would take to make you come.
The world goes right-side-up again when Steve pulls you into his lap. He drops you onto his cock, sinking into your ass with a rumbling groan.
Bucky kneels in front of you, and slips three fingers into your cunt, and leans over to whisper in your ear. “I wish you could see how fucking worked up you’ve got Steve right now. I can’t wait to get my cock in you, but Stevie’s desperate to get his come in you.” He nudges his nose against the helix of your ear, and coos, “So why don’t you let him come in your tight little ass first, then I’ll get my dick in this wet fucking cunt?”
“Okay, Bucky,” you sigh against his cheek.
“Mmm. There’s my good little slut,” he purrs. “Maybe we could help him out a little. Think you can come on his cock” he nips your earlobe, “slut?”
It’s a stupid question, because it would be harder to not come at this point. On top of the way Steve’s stretching your ass with his fat dick, there’s Bucky’s fingers, and his filthy fucking mouth to contend with. And you want to say things—maybe even smart things—but the only word you’ve got for him is yeah.
“There’s my good girl,” he growls low and quiet. “Now why don’t you milk his cock with that sweet little asshole and come for him like a good slut.”
As predicted, that’s all it takes, your head thunks back against Steve’s shoulder when you come. Your back arches almost painfully. You huff out a moan with each slap of his hips against your ass, and reach out for something to hold. Steve throws his arm around your chest, and you cling to it desperately.
Even as his cock throbs inside you and fills your ass with his come, he’s whispering in your ear, “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Bucky’s thumbs pinch your chin to make you look at him. “Are you okay, princess?” Everytime you open your mouth only whimpers and moans come out. You nod. “If you’re okay, tap my chin.” You lift a finger, and skritch it through his short beard until you get to the cleft in his chin.
“Boop,” you giggle.
It makes Bucky smile. “Someone’s a little cock drunk, huh?” You giggle again and nod. “Are you done?” You shake your head. “You still wanna go?” An emphatic nod makes him chuckle. “God, you’re such a good girl for us,” he murmurs against your lips. You hum happily when he slides his fingers into your pussy.
Steve’s still hard inside you, and he groans in your ear when your hips rock to meet Bucky’s fingers.
Bucky nibbles on your bottom lip before asking, “Is my little cock-drunk slut ready to get dicked down?”
As it turns out, you are able to make a word come out. Two of them actually: fuck yes. You’d like to mentally pat yourself on the back, but Bucky starts pushing his cock into you, and all that pride goes out the window. You just keep showing off your two favorite words: fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes.
As soon as Bucky bottoms out Steve pins you against his chest so they can start fucking you.
Looking to ground yourself a little, you dig your fingers into the arm Steve’s using to keep you pinned, while your other hand looks for somewhere to grab Bucky. You can’t seem to grip his metal arm because of the thin layer of sweat coating your hand. So you hook your fingers under his collar for some skin-to-skin contact.
Even in the otherworldly crimson light you see Bucky’s pupils blow wide. He gasps, “Kitten,” in a way that sounds as much like a plea as it does a warning. You know what he means, but you want him to let go.
“C’mon,” you slur, and squeeze the thick leather hard enough that it creaks against your palm. You gasp when you feel the answering throb of his dick in your guts.
Steve helps you out by twisting the length of chain around his fist, slowly towing Bucky in close. Bucky bares his teeth, and growls low. Steve growls right back. “I believe,” he rumbles, hooking a finger through the o-ring, “the fucking lady said, come on,” he finishes by yanking the collar hard enough to pin Bucky against you.
Bucky makes a noise so visceral it bounces around your organs where he’s pressed up against your body. His hips snap, driving his cock into you so hard you feel the jolt all the way in your fucking molars. Steve’s got ahold of his collar now, so you abandon your grip on it, and wind your fingers into Bucky tangled hair instead, carefully avoiding his horns.
He grunts, “Kitten, fuck,” when you give his chestnut strands a tug.
Steve purrs in your ear, “Look at him, doll. He’s fucking wrecked. You’re the only thing he feels right now. Be a good girl and come for him.”
Steve’s command would be impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. But he’s right—Bucky is completely lost in you. It’s written all over his face, and in every straining muscle. So you come for him. You let go, and let him get lost in the clutch of your body. You wail his name, to remind him who you’re coming for, and gush over his cock.
Steve whispers, “Good girl, good girl,” against the damp skin of your neck with every squeeze of your body.
Bucky moans your name, rutting deep into you and unloading his twitching cock with an animal growl. An answering groan from Steve precedes the throb of his cock filling your ass with wet heat that spills out of your messy hole to drip down his balls.
He lifts you up just enough to slip out of you, and pulls your legs open. “Look how messy she is, Buck,” he chides, tugging on the leash twisted around his fist. “She can’t go out like this—her skirt barely covers her ass. We’re not letting other people see this pretty cunt dripping our come all night. Are we?” He slaps your pussy with a wet splat, pulls the leash so Bucky’s head is level with your cunt, and smacks his cheek. “Clean her up.”
Bucky licks a stripe through your folds with a groan. He laps at your cunt, dipping his fingers inside of you to tease out every briny drop of jizz he left behind. By the time he’s done you’re groaning, and squirming, whining for an orgasm.
Steve swirls his fingers over your clit. “Let him finish what he’s doing, doll.” You pout, but nod against Steve’s chest. “Good girl,” he whispers, lifting your legs higher so Bucky can root his tongue into your ass, sucking and slurping, and making you feel so good while he cleans you up that you come with just a few slips of Steve’s fingers against your sweet spot. Bucky digs his tongue into your asshole just to feel it squeeze and flutter when you come.
Another tug on the leash, Steve murmurs, “That’s enough.” He lets the chain fall to the floor so Bucky can sit back on heels. Steve shifts you sideways on his lap so he can cuddle you to his chest.
Bucky curls his knees to his chest, and wraps his arms around them. “You okay, Buck?” you ask, skritching your nails over his scalp.
“I am, kitten,” he hums. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. But c’mere,” you wave your hand, until he climbs up onto the couch beside Steve. You push yourself over into his lap and give him a hug. He buries his face in your neck, and drags in several deep breaths. His muscles loosen with every inhale.
“I love you,” he finally sighs against your skin.
“Oh, Bucky,” you nuzzle against his hair, huffing the comforting, familiar scent of him, “I love you too.”
Steve gets up to clean himself and grab a couple wet rags so he can do the same with you and Bucky. He shoos you off Bucky’s lap so he can check on him first.
“Thank you, Stevie,” Bucky says softly while Steve mops his face up.
“You’re welcome, Buck,” Steve smiles tenderly. “Your eyeliner is a mess now though,” he chuckles.
“‘S okay. I’m a demon. Not supposed to be pretty anyway.”
“You couldn’t stop being pretty if you tried,” Steve says, stroking over Bucky’s cheekbone with his thumb.
“Mmm, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I love you, pretty boy.”
Bucky huffs, “Love you too, Stevie.”
A gentle tug on Bucky’s collar, “You okay keeping this on?”
Bucky nods vigorously. “Please.”
“Alright, but you tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”
“I will.”
“Good boy.” The praise makes Bucky’s eyes flutter shut.
“Okay, sweet girl, your turn,” Steve turns his attention to you. “Look at you. You’re gorgeous, princess. The sluttiest nun I’ve ever seen.”
You giggle, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Are you okay?”
“Of course.”
“That’s good.”
He tidies your face, then makes you stand so he can wipe over your thighs, and tug your skirt down from where it’s bunched up around your waist. “Aww. It's wrinkled. And there’s a big hole in your fishnet here.” He wiggles his finger into the hole and pulls it away from your leg.
“It’s okay. I’ll take them off. I don’t need them.”
“Here, let me, princess.” He helps you out of the ruined thigh highs, and into your combat boots. “There you are. Fucking gorgeous. Every priest’s wet dream.”
You laugh, “Only yours, Stevie.”
“Especially mine.”
Bucky has slipped back into his shorts, and laced up his shitkickers. He’s made a loop in his leash, and he’s trying to lasso his own foot. “Get dressed, pip squeak,” he gripes. “We were supposed to leave an hour ago.”
“I know, I know,” Steve grunts, looking for his clothes.
“Your pants are here, Stevie,” you retrieve them from under the couch.
“Here’s your other thingie,” Bucky says, handing over Steve’s clerical collar.
“Ahha! Shirt!” Steve says triumphantly. He ducks into the bathroom to check the mirror.
“Aww man. Someone got come stains all over my shirt.”
“Calm down, I’m sure between the three of us there is another black shirt around here somewhere,” Bucky says with a dramatic eye roll.
“Here’s a racerback tank top of Bucky’s?” you offer the first item of black clothing you come across.
“It’s not very priest-like…” Steve squints at it.
Bucky shrugs, “Unless… You’re a priest who is sexy as fuck?”
Steve looks at you.
You nod in confirmation. “I agree. You would look sexy as fuck.”
“Tank top it is then.”