Greed [ɡrēd]

(n.) an intense and selfish desire for something
Synonym: Avarice

Kink: Multiple Partners

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POV Bucky in 2016 alone in his room at Stark Tower

I lay in bed alone wondering what the hell I've been doing these past few months. I love him, but I want her too. Is it so wrong to crave them both?

Steve and I were each other's first everything, we were in love and I missed him every day when I was with HYDRA- on the days when I remembered him, that is. He was my anchor, he was my everything. When I got back, it was hard at first to fall back into those feelings without any preface, but the physical... fuck, I wanted him every second of every day. He haunted my dreams, and the idea of him followed me to sleep only to wake me up in the morning. Now, I feel like I'm finally back where I left off, but I've been afraid to be as intimate as I'd like with him just yet.

Since all the Avengers have been staying at Stark Tower and I've felt a bit left out, he's taken it upon himself to show me around and introduce me to everyone... not to mention the fact that he's openly admitted on multiple occasions that he wants me to fuck him senseless. He practically begged me on multiple occasions. We've made out of course, and I let him suck me off once or twice, but I'm afraid to lose myself in this too quickly. I know he's addictive, and I'm already halfway there.

Natalia was my rock in my first few years of freedom, she allowed me to explore myself through her as HYDRA's mind manipulation wore off in the early 2000s. Our bond was special, and I loved her dearly too, even if it wasn't in the same way. Back then I physically needed her, and when we first saw each other again, I had to battle the physical attraction because of the dire life-or-death situation at hand.

Everything's calm now though, we've all made amends and we're getting used to normalcy again. Even still, I catch her watching me every once in a while, a look in her visage that I can't begin to understand. Last week, I finally gave in and sought her out; it was insanely difficult to restrain myself from going all the way, but I managed to control the urge in the end.

Now I feel like I have to choose between them because not doing so would be to lead them both on, but at the same time, I can't cut one of them off. I just can't, not when I still desire them both.

It's late when my door creaks open and I turn to see a red head of hair closing the door quietly, placing my book down on the nightstand. My dick twitches, and I cover myself further with the sheet and my hand, already knowing what's coming.

She watches me from afar, keeping silent like I'm the prey she's stalking. She'd do well to remember who's really in control here, or maybe I'd be better off reminding her.

She was wearing a nightgown of sorts, something silky and see-through. I could tell it was the only thing she was wearing, and it certainly didn't help that I wasn't wearing anything other than these sweatpants, either.

"First time coming to my room, and you didn't even knock," I chide her actions quietly.

"If you prefer, I can go," she motioned for the door and made her way back over without a second thought, clearly baiting me.

"Suit yourself," I look away from her and move the blanket off of my lap, grabbing myself through my sweatpants and biting down hard on the inside of my cheek to stave away the groan pushing up my throat. "You'll be missing the good part, though."

She stops and watches me, so I amp up the show I'm putting on. I huff out a breath as I start to truly pump my hand up and down, even with the fabric still in the way.

"May I take a seat?" Her face is mischievous, and I love the way it makes my stomach flip.

I motion for her to do whatever she wants, but I'm surprised when she sits on my lap and rolls her hips against my dick. I feel my body react, growing hot as I take hold of her hips and dig my fingers into the soft skin roughly.

"Fuck," I grumble, mostly to myself as I reach between us and pull my pants away from my body, watching as my dick springs up.

Natalia lifts her body to push my pants farther down and swiftly spears herself onto me, forcing that groan to the surface. I can't see the obscenity of it because her diaphanous nightgown is covering everything, but the notion of her riding me has me too thrilled to be upset.

Her head falls back, and I meet her halfway with her thrusts, waves of pleasure shoving through me erratically. I reach up and grab her waist, then her ass, as she bounces on me repeatedly. It's heavenly.

"Oh God," she mumbles, reaching back and grabbing the insides of my thighs.

"Fuck," I moan, her palm meanders to massage my balls in between motions. "Ugh, fuck."

My door creaks open again, making Natalia pause momentarily as both of us look Steve dead in the eyes. He looks between us unwaveringly, but silently.

The emotions that flood my system are unrecognizable in tandem. The rush of adrenaline is the fear panging in my chest, and my heart hammering in my chest is arousal for having been caught, so that means the dizziness and lightheadedness tumbling behind my eyes must be embarrassment and shame.

It's then that I notice he's getting hard in his pants; every feeling other than the need for more sex falls from my being.

His eyes are locked on mine, electricity arcing between our souls. "Why... did you stop?" He questions curiously.

Natalia rocks against me, fucking me slowly as she looks at him. "You'd prefer we kept going?" I moan shamelessly at the torture.

Something in my body shifts, like the realization that she's just here for lust, but he's here for love is breaking me. The momentary pain in his expression nearly kills me, because I feel it too.

Steve's breath shudders from his body, likely discarding his shame with it because immediately thereafter, he slowly approaches us.

His eyes are locked on mine, watching as I writhe beneath her as she takes control of my body, forcing reactions out of me for him to objectify. I decide to focus solely on the physical now, I have little choice. He pulls off his shirt and pants, starting to rub himself through the thin fabric of his underwear as he watches her move on me.

I want them both, and it's at the tips of my fingers right now, I just don't know how to take it. Although I don't have to because Natalia grabs him over his underwear and he moans aloud with a shudder.

"Fuck," I grumble, watching her pull him out of his underwear to stroke lazily up and down. I tighten my grip on her thighs, squeezing until she squeaks, clenching around my cock momentarily.

"Nat, Jesus," he whispers, almost to himself. "Let me..." he moans. "Let me taste you."

I'm shocked by his words, as I'd only ever seen him gravitate towards men before. Jealousy twists in my stomach, leaving a sour taste in my mouth but I'm still curious to watch it unfold.

She gets off of me, leaving me aching. I feel a whine creeping up my throat, but it comes out as a yelp, as a moan, when Steve takes my dick into his mouth. I tangle my fingers in his hair and throw my head back to take it in.

Natalia crawls beside me and starts touching my chest, and suddenly, her lips meet my neck. She sucks on the sensitive skin and bites down in an attempt to leave a mark that'll likely only last a few minutes.

Steve's mouth makes a distinct popping sound as he comes off of my dick. "Mmmm," he hums. "Nat, you taste like honey."

"Christ," I groan at the sensation, at the comment.

"Want a taste?" She asks, eyeing me curiously as she moves to straddle my face. My hips undulate uncontrollably thinking about it, so I let the need for him fall away as I grab her body and flip us over, kissing her between her thighs until she's squirming beneath me.

I jolt when I feel Steve behind me, when I feel his lips on my lower back. An ache suddenly pours into me, grabbing hold of my bones and rattling them with every movement he makes. He's humming against my skin, licking a trail down to my ass and making me buck my hips forward against the sheets for friction.

"Ah," I moan against Natalia's warmth, my tongue pulling out of her for a second as his tongue dances along my rim. His palms grab my ass, spreading me open for him to do whatever he wants. In a moment of distractedness, I push two fingers into her, eliciting a moan from her as well.

I was struggling to pay attention to anything else, though; Steve had such intense control over me that I could barely think. I circle her clit, and I feel her clench around my fingers as I carry her through her orgasm.

I turn to face Steve, still coaxing her through the final throws of it; his eyes are searching for something, and he almost looks lost. I grab his face and kiss the daylights out of him, my tongue delving into his mouth and almost forget about the woman in my bed.

"Mmm," he mumbes against my lips. "Honey."

I grab his ass to distract myself until I feel Natalia push between us and start licking up and down my dick, likely Steve's, too, considering the moans falling from his lips.

"I need to fuck you, Steve," I say, not even recognizing my own voice with the amount of arousal dripping off of it.

"Fuck," he groans. "Please."

Natalia moves out from between our legs as I spin Steve around, quickly locking lips with him before shoving him on top of her on the bed while I remain standing at the end of the frame, taking his ass into my hands. He tears her nightgown in half, grabbing her breasts and letting his hands meander down her body greedily.

I shove into him. "Bucky, oh fuck," he grunts. "Fuck," he pauses and looks at Natalia. Without a word exchanged between them, she grabs his arousal and pushes it into herself.

"Mmm," she moans. A short rush of anger crushes my insides, as a part of me doesn't want to share him and doesnt want her to enjoy his dick like I wish I was.

I start moving quickly, thrusting myself in and out of Steve, losing myself in the feeling, driving him in and out of her. And after our collective motion stabilizes, I watch his hands traverse her body and linger on her breasts, her ass, her face.

He kisses her deeply, humming into her mouth as I thrust into him harder like I want it to hurt. His breathing is erratic when he pulls away from her. While I wanted them both, I hadn't expected them to want each other as well; watching them together was sexy, but it was also inevitable that my insides would be boiling and red hot.

She moans, her face strained, and I feel my body jolt as I watch her finish on his dick. He groans and clenches around me, but keeps thrusting into her.

"Steve," she looks up at him, a pained expression on her face. "It's so sensitive, fuck," her hand meets his chest.

He pulls out immediately, and she moves back. She makes eye contact with me as I push lazily in and out of him.

At the last second, I spin him around and throw myself at him, taking his dick into my hand and kissing him fervently. He wraps his legs around my torso, so I fuck him hard and fast until he's screaming my name. Like music to my ears, I realize his is the only song I'll ever need.

I can tell Natalia enjoys watching, so I let her stay; she watches me finish inside of him, and watches him finish in between us.

Huffing out huge tsunamis of air, I lock eyes with her. "I'm gonna fill you up next time, don't worry," I whisper, hoping to get a reaction from Steve.

"Next time?" She wonders. "Why wait?"

"You're not sore?" I ask, still inside of a wilted Steve, his palms grabbing at my skin likely in an attempt to stop me from making a fool of myself. It was too late, I was already beyond saving.

She shakes her head. "Not at all."

"Then this time I'll make sure you're fucked harder."