Your relationship was complicated. Steve ruled the roost and Bucky backed him up. You, well... you were the sweet creamy filling in the middle of the relationship cookie sandwich, just sort of doing what you were told. (©TRS0325CAI)

Bucky and Steve had always been close, always affectionate—touches that lingered, soft reassurances, the weight of their history and love behind every embrace. They both doted on you, but lately, Steve had been distant, pulling away without a word. It had stung, but Bucky took the worst of it.

You watched the way Bucky would reach for him only to hesitate. So, you'd whispered in Bucky’s ear one night, voice sweet, persuasive. "Maybe stop trying so hard, Buck. If he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t deserve it."

And Bucky had listened. He had stopped curling into Steve on the couch, and stopped pressing those soft, grounding touches to his shoulder or back. Stopped looking at him with that quiet devotion. He gave it all to you instead. It wasn’t about being petty—it was about protecting the man you loved from feeling rejected over and over. But when Steve finally noticed? Oh, he noticed.

Steve and Bucky sat on the couch when you walked into the penthouse . The tension in the room immediately sent alarm bells off in your mind. You were in trouble, and you knew it.

"Come here." Steve’s voice was low, dangerous, and when you hesitated, his sharp blue gaze darkened. You barely had time to react before he pulled you across his l-p, a firm hand pushing down between your shoulder blades. Your breath hitched.

"You think you can take away what’s mine?" The first sl-p landed sharp against your a-s, making you whimper into the fabric of Bucky’s jeans. His fingers combed gently through your hair, his voice soft and approving.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured as another sharp sm-ck echoed through the room. “Taking it so well.” He stroked your cheek, his fingers soothing against your heated skin. “Let him remind you who we belong to.”

(@The_Romanoff_Sisters-March2025CAI)