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You, Always You: Part 19

“Noelle is okay.” The reinforced statement had been the catalyst that made you ease into a state of low yet tense anxiousness.

You were afraid of the results and the possibility that it wouldn’t go at all how you were expecting and wanting, and that perhaps this whole endeavour and attempt to make John pay, to move on to a better future would fail before it even got off the ground.

The steps you had taken were aided by Steve, by his gentleness with you and Noelle and the anger and aggression he had felt for John. Steve had done all that he could when he could, he had contacted the best lawyer he knew that handled cases like this, he had gone with you to the police department to file any necessary reports as well as putting you and Noelle up in his place.

It was an act that was as gentle as it was caring, while you and Steve were settling into a relationship there was a safe place for you to lay your head. Steve was a better man and father to Noelle than John would have ever been, and even if he hadn’t or wouldn’t been her biological father, he would love her like she was.

“You’re going to be okay,” Steve had promised you that the results wouldn’t change anything, he promised that no matter what he was here for you, “Noelle will be okay, nothing will change my mind.”

The door had opened and slammed shut, a sleek-looking office building in front of you was marked with a seek metal sign. The appointment Steve had made was going to be the first meeting you would have in person with the lawyer, the first face-to-face conversation that would be aided by the emails you had sent that contained paperwork and receipts for everything you had purchased and done for Noelle while John abandoned you both.

It wasn’t that you were after him for money or some kind of fiscal reparations, you only wanted to prove that he had done nothing and you owed him nothing.

“I want it to be done,” the strap of your crossbody purse had dug into your shoulder, or at least you felt it had, and no matter how often you tried to reposition the damned thing, it always shifted back, “I just want to move past this.”

“We will,” Steve had locked the vehicle and moved around the front end to stand in front of you, his hands reaching for yours, “sweetheart, we’ll be fine. This will be okay, and then we’ll be okay.”

Steve grasped your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle feel of his flesh against yours was warm and comforting, granting you a relief you had never felt with anyone else. Steve could make you feel completely whole and perfect despite the chips and cracks, the pieces of you that felt tarnished by your ex and your past that was less than stellar.

Steve made you feel priceless and beautiful in all manner of ways, with every touch and every beat of his heart, he had made you feel as if you were more than you had ever been.

He was your perfect person, your ideal partner who was there for you when no one else was.

“He’s waiting for us.” Steve clasped your hands in his, first squeezing both of them and then letting go of one to smooth your hair down. “He’s got this all figured out.”

You followed Steve as he started walking toward the law office, your steps trailing after his as you both crossed the parking lot. The door had come into view, the names written on the front of the glass in black block lettering, Andy Barber’s title catching your attention.

Steve had promised he was a good one, he had assured that he was the best lawyer for your situation. Andy had already started working on the case, he had received the results of the paternity test and it was only a few more steps that needed to be taken before the trial could begin.

“You go in first,” Steve held the door open for you to pass through, brushing his fingers against your hips as you moved.

You stepped into the building and followed the markings for his office, taking the set of twists up to the second level. As you had come to the top, the woman behind the sleek resin desk had pushed her chair back and stood from where she was sitting, a courteous smile on her face. She walked around the desk and greet you both, first addressing you and then Steve.

There had been a handshake exchanged, then she directed you back to her desk to sign in before she could grant you access to Mr. Barber’s office.

“He’s got everything ready.” His secretary had spoken while you signed your name on the form, your hand steadied by Steve’s strong presence and the reassurance that no matter what happened, you would be okay. Steve would be there for you in every sense of the sword, in every physically possible way.

After the paperwork was signed, his secretary had set the paperwork back by her computer and then grabbed a physical file, tucking it under her arm. She had fixed her skirt and beckoned the two of you to follow her.

She moved from the desk she worked at to an office down the hall and to the left, the sleek silver name tag etched into the door had sat above a frosted glass panel set into the wood, giving you a small peek at the blurred image of a desk beyond.

“Mr. Barber,” the secretary knocked on the door before she grasped the handle and turned, “your next appointment is here.”

You and Steve were given access to the office, the door being held open by his secretary and as the two of you had entered the space, the lawyer in question had stood and moved around the desk to greet you both.

He was tall, almost as tall as Steve, with dark brown hair that was coiffed back, styled with little gel to keep it in place. He bore a thick well-trimmed beard that accentuated his plump lips, and if you hadn’t known better you may have thought that he and Steve were related.

“Steve,” he greets him with a handshake, firmly gripping your boyfriend’s hand, “thanks for agreeing to come so soon.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s hand at the small of your back was as comforting as it was calming, “this is Andy.”

Andy had shaken your hand next, squeezing with as much strength as he had when he shook Steve’s, though there was less grip of the hand. He had looked you directly in the eyes, holding your gaze with a manner of respect and dignity, never once looking at you as if you were broken.

“Y/N, I’m going to get this settled for you. You have my word.” Andy had let go of your hand and motioned for the two of you to sit in front of his desk with a wave of his hand, following you two as you moved to sit to discuss the nature of the case.

When you had become settled, Andy too had taken his seat behind the desk. He had folded his hands in front of him and looked between you and Steve, passing back and forth before he had cleared his throat.

“You have a good case, Y/N. you have an excellent case and even the pressure we’ve put on him now is enough to make him squirm.” Andy had confirmed and then he had reached to the left to grab a manila folder, a label attached to the front containing your name and Steve’s simultaneously.

“I have the results of the paternity test but before I get into that,” Andy had set the file down and rest his hands upon the desk, “Y/N I have to ask…”

Andy’s eyebrows had become furrowed as he looked at Steve, tentatively studying him before the eventual delivery of bad news. It was hanging in the air, stale and heady. Whatever he had to say, whatever he had to ask was not anything you thought you would like hearing. You felt susceptible to the unknown wonder, the potential tarnishing news that could be a further setback in your relationship with Steve or the healing process that was well underway.

“Were you aware that John was attempting to take multiple life insurance policies on both you and Noelle?” When Andy looked at you, when his eyes had been cast upon you with the intent to keep nothing from you as your hired lawyer, you had felt the air being ripped from your lungs as every atom was being squeezed.

Figuratively, you felt as if you were being strangled by phantom fingers digging into the column of your throat.

“There was an application, a few, that had come across a broker’s desk and when they had looked into a potential police record they had found the restraining orders that were in process of being filed and put into place. There were barriers that prevented him from successfully taking the policies out, but you should know that if they had been granted-“

“He’s a desperate and mean enough son of a bitch to try killing me. And Noelle, because he if he can’t have us then no one should.”

Steve had reached out and squeezed your hand, he had brushed his thumb against your knuckles in a show of support and a comfort to you. He had kept his hand on yours as Andy had continued speaking, the words becoming a muffled mess of shifts in tone before he had grabbed the manila folder containing the results of the paternity test.

“This changes nothing for me.” Steve had reiterated, he had driven home the point again with the subtle brush of his lips against your neck, hovering against you like a warm blanket that garnered security and solitude. “I will always be there for you, Noelle will always be my baby.”

You had turned your head and looked at him, his hand rising to cup your cheek. You had locked eyes with him and retained contact as he smiled small, tenderly gazing at you with the strength you needed and wanted. He had looked upon you as if to convey a message of solidarity and ruggedness.

It was as if Steve was telling you through subtle glances, and tender strokes of his flesh against your own, that he was going to carry the both of you through this. He was strong enough for all of you.

“The results are conclusive without a single margin of error.” And had flipped open the front and tucked it behind, holding the crisp white papers tucked into the manila folder with his right hand. “Steve is the paternal father with a positive result of 99.9998%.”

A heavy weight had instantly been removed from your shoulders, dissipating with the resolved question of whether your baby could have been his. There was now proof that your baby, that Noelle, was Steve’s and there was no room for argument in the court of law. John had nothing to tie himself to you with, there was nothing he could grapple himself to you with, no matter how hard he had tried.

“Oh God…” your relief had brought tears, the sting of the salty substance as they started to roll down your cheeks was immensely relieving, it was the best news you could have gotten.

You truly felt as if this nightmare could, would be over. You felt as if it could finally be put to rest and you could move, Noelle could move on and have her biological dad in her life.

“Thank you.” You muttered under your breath as you cried, as you let the feeling of great relief crash over you, your steadiness aided by Steve and his gentle crooning voice. “Thank God!”

You leaned into him, you had turned to hug him when he had hugged you. Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your exhaled into his shoulder, your tears of happiness dampening his shirt as Steve had rubbed your back and eased you softly. He had whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear, rallying for you in every possible way.

“This is the best possible outcome,” Andy hadn’t bothered interrupting your tender moment by demanding your attention, “we can proceed with the court and finally have the comeuppance you and your daughter deserve.”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Jealousy Party

SugarDaddy!CEO!Stucky x reader

Summary: The throuple goes to a charity party where the reader aims to make her boys jealous. After watching a man hit on her for a while, the boys drag the reader off to an empty office to remind her who she belongs to.

18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Rough sex, Captain/Sergeant kink, Spanking, possessiveness and jealousy, Degrading names like: slut/whore, so much praise: Good girl, pretty girl, Doll, sweetheart, Dumbification, Light Choking, Unprotected P in V sex, Size difference/kink, Oral sex (M recieving), Double penetration

This is my first time writing smut! please be nice

Most of the parties you visit with your CEO boyfriends are long, boring and all about work, and future meetings. At least there is good-quality alcohol every time.

Bucky and Steve quickly got dragged off to mingle and talk to investors or whatever demanded their attention more than you. While you and your close friend/bodyguard Natasha sat at the bar. “Ugh- are they Still talking to that dumb blonde Nat?”

“Unfortunately yes, your boys don’t seem interested in talking to her. At least for this long” Natasha rolls her eyes while scanning the room, specifically your boys and some intern Sharon or whatever her name is “You want their attention? I have an idea”

Turning towards your red-haired friend you see the glimmer of mischief and grin “What kind of idea? It better be good Natty”

“The kind that gets you fucked so good, none of you even remember that intern over there” Natasha smugly smirks as she watches you think about her offer.

“I’m in, what’s the plan?” You reply and Natasha reaches over to adjust your dress, revealing more leg, and more cleavage. Making the red dress look even smaller and more scandalous. “Now, for the last part, see that man over there?” Natasha gestures over to a lone man standing by the bar. You don’t recognize him but he is quite attractive. “Go flirt with him, or make it look like you are. The boys will see and get so jealous”

“Natty- I don't think it’s a good idea! What if they get mad, or assume the worst?” You stutter, nervously wringing your hands together before Nat pats you on the back “Hey,  you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion babe”

Taking a deep breath you down your last shot and smile at Nat “I’m gonna do it- wish me luck” before casually walking over to the brunette, bearded stranger. Sliding into a stool beside him and ordering a margarita.

“Hello there gorgeous” The man turns to you “What brings you moving a few seats down?” You see his eyes slightly look you up and down, before returning to your face.

With a blush rising to your cheeks “Well- I saw you and thought I’d come to say hi” Seeing Natasha give you a thumbs up and nod towards Steve and Bucky, who when looking over you see them watching you and the mystery man closely. “I maybe also plan to make my boyfriends jealous… I understand if you want me to just go” 

“Heh- jealousy hmm? Well, I’m Ari, what do you want me to do?” Smirking he rests a hand on your arm smiling down at you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well Ari, we can just sit here, talk and look like we are flirting, but no actual flirting okay?” you say as you smile up at him, internally smirking as you see Steve and Bucky grip their drinks and glare daggers at Ari.

“I can do that, just uh- don't let those two boyfriends of yours kill me?” Smiling sweetly he rubs your arm gently “They look awfully upset, I hope this was worth it pretty girl”

Glancing over to where your boyfriends stood- wait no they were no longer there. Where did they go? Feeling the body heat of two people you turn on the stool to see two very angry men. “Excuse us for a bit- we and our girlfriend need a moment” Steve grits out as he lightly tugs on your arm. “Come on sweetheart”

Turning to Ari you give him a smile and a thumbs up, as both boys flank your sides and guide you out of the party.

They say nothing as they walk down a hallway into an empty office, pushing you in and locking the door, before turning and looking down at you. “Hey, boys… I can explain-”

“That’s not necessary Doll, we know exactly what you were doing” Bucky cuts you off, both men slowly walking towards you, guiding you back towards the desk. “You are a jealous little slut, you just wanted our attention, are we correct?”

Bumping into the desk, you look up at them whimpering as you feel your panties soak up your arousal that’s so obvious you are sure they can smell it. “Y-yes Sergeant… you were talking to that blonde intern for too long- It was Nat’s idea I swear! Please don’t be mad” Blushing red at your own rambling, Your men just smirk.

“It’s okay pretty girl- we aren’t mad at you” Steve coos as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it up and turning you to bend over the desk. “But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to and that we belong to you Doll” 

You feel a hand caress your hair, looking up you see Bucky in front of you with his thick veiny cock out, which makes your mouth water “So be a good girl and let us ruin your slutty body, then we will take you home and lavish you again. Sound good?”

Moaning at the thought you spread your legs for Steve, as he pulls your dress up to reveal your pantieless pussy. “Fuck- you really are a little whore? Huh, baby. Buck, she decided to not wear any panties” 

Both men groan loudly, mockingly laughing as Steve slowly rubs your clit. “Such a pretty pussy, she must have missed us hmm? So needy baby” Whimpering and whining you rut your hips back onto his fingers “Please Captain! Mmm please fuck me make me cum! Sergeant please” pouting your lips as you look up at Bucky, as he smirks down at you rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You gonna be a good girl for us? Hmm? I wanna see you go dumb on our cocks. A helpless drooling mess for us and only us!” Bucky demands as he rubs his cock along your lips. Your mouth falling open, and tongue rolling out to lick against his red tip. 

As Bucky’s cock slowly rubs against your tongue, you feel Steve prod and stretch open your pussy with his thick fingers. “Look at yea… so wet, all for your Captain and Sergeant” Deciding you are stretched open enough Steve pulls his fingers out, and offers them to Bucky who sucks your essence off of them with a moan, his eyes rolling back, exaggerating his movements for your and steve's pleasure. 

You reach up and suck on the tip of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum, while wiggling your hips back onto Steve’s hard cock. “Oh- good girl~ such a naughty little one we have huh Bucky” Steve rubs your ass and slowly thrusts his cock into you. His is thinner than Bucky’s but it is longer, letting him reach each part of your pussy with each thrust. “Take it- just like that! Mm good little whore”

Moaning as Steve begins to roughly thrust into you, his hips pounding against your ass with each thrust. His movements force you forward onto Bucky’s cock, making you gag lightly as Bucky holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control your movements.

With each thrust, and degrading yet praising comment from your boys, you feel drool drip out of your mouth onto the desk below, as your brain becomes hazy and light.

Yelping as you feel a harsh spank on your ass “Aww poor thing, going dumb on us? Hmm? Did you hear what I said, baby girl?” Steve mockingly pouts as he drapes his body over yours, hips still thrusting relentlessly “I said, do you want our cum? Hmm? Or are you too fucked to answer?”

You look up at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, and looks down at you expectantly, and even Steve slows down slightly “Please, Captain! Please, sergeant! Want your cum! Need it in me- on me!” pouting your lips as you look up at bucky and glancing over your shoulder at Steve, hoping they take pity on you.

“Good girl, We will give you it don’t worry. But we wanna see you cum first alright? Cum and I'll fill your mouth with my cum alright?” Bucky says as he rubs his precum on your lips, while Steve picks up his pace, hips thrusting into you and his hand reaching down to rub your clit with firm strokes. 

It doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to break and you moan loudly as you cum on Steve’s cock, eyes rolling back as you feel Steve’s hips stutter and still as he floods your pussy with his cum. “Good girl~ open up for your Sergeant now. Make him feel good doll” Steve mutters into your ear as he rides out his pleasure.

Dropping your mouth open for Bucky he thrusts into your mouth, letting you suck and slobber his cock. “Fuck- yes! Just like that doll- gonna make me cum!” With a loud groan, he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling out to see it dribble down your chin. He smugly smirks down at you as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

Steve rounds the desk, grabbing you by the throat to kiss you passionately, licking and sucking Bucky’s cum right out of your mouth. “Mm mm delicious~ my two favourite flavours” 

Steve and Bucky help adjust your hair and dress, making you look presentable enough to walk out of the party. “Ready doll? When we get home, we will  ruin you again… then we will lavish you with a hot bath and cuddles”

Smiling up at your boyfriends, you have never been happier - or hornier - than being around them.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! <3