Chapter 3
Tony always loved an excuse to flaunt his wealth. He worked pretty hard for it so why shouldn’t he?
There was another Stark Gala. All of the residents of Stark Tower were cordially invited and you couldn’t ever say no to a chance to drink and look nice. The tough part was always dragging Bucky along with you. The man didn’t dance (unless it was privately with you), alcohol had no effect on him, and he would much rather wear sweatpants than a Tom Ford suit.
Never the less, once he saw you step out in that floor length silk down with the low back and the thigh split, he hated these events just a little less. You helped him do up his cuff links and pushed his hair back off his face, making a remark about how handsome he looked.
You arrived at the event side by side, Bucky’s hand firmly placed on your lower back so nobody here had any doubt who you arrived (and would be leaving) with. You snaked your way through the crowed to Steve and Sam, both looking very sharp in their suits.
“God damn, (Y/N).” Sam’s eyes spanned your whole body. “You always seem to find a way to look better than you did at the last Gala.”
You laughed at his comment and lent into Bucky, your own sign to your man that you pay Sam no mind. You picked two glasses of champagne off the tray that was circling the room and passed one to Bucky.
“Hey, for a girl that spends most of her time in sneakers and a zip up catsuit, I’m allowed to go all out.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Natasha spoke from behind you, putting her glass to yours.
You looked up to see Bucky scanning the room, almost as if he was picking out his threats.
“What’s wrong, my beloved?” That pet name started as a joke until Bucky told you how safe it made him feel.
“Nothing, everything is fine.” He ducked his head to press a kiss to your styled hair.
You almost purred at the feeling, seeming to melt into his figure. His grip on you tightened, trying his hardest to pull you even closer to him. If he could find away to make yourselves one, he would’ve.
“Look who we have here, never thought I’d see you all again!” A voice cleared air behind you.
You all looked over your shoulders, looking eyes on the tall man in the expensive sport jacket. You’d met him maybe once before, his name alluding you entirely. The one thing you could remember? You couldn’t stand him.
You felt Nat nudge at your side, referencing the earlier instances you’d had with him. If he wasn’t telling you how much money he had, he was making obscene comments about Natasha’s chest, or your ass.
Not really a favorite among Earth’s mightiest heroes.
“How are you doing, Vincent?” Steve took one for the team and acknowledged his existence.
“Much better now I’ve locked eyes on these little vixens.” He raised his scotch glass in your direction.
By the time you shot a look in Nat’s direction, she’d already matched it on the angle. You straightened up and chewed your cheek, trying your hardest to quiet down your unimpressed sigh.
“And your work? As that was more what I was referencing.” Steve was quick to deflect the remark.
“Brimming with success, as always, just wish I had a pretty little thing to share my winnings with.”
He took a reach, clinking his glass with your own and slowly snaking his eyes from your fingers to your eyes. The time he spent taking in your figure was more than enough to make you uncomfortable.
The sound of glass shattering against metal snapped your head to your left. Bucky’s metal hand now brimming with remnants of champagne and glass. You opened your mouth to stop any impending warfare but were pipped at the post.
“Well, we all know you don’t have anyone to share your so-called ‘winnings’ with and I’d put that down to fact you’re utterly intolerable.”
You all shifted your attention to the real man of the moment, watching as Tony moved towards his team with ease.
“If you so much as make one more comment, gesture, or gaze towards either of my girls,” The two men were chest to chest. “Then it’ll be up to me to ensure you never make another cent in this hemisphere ever again.”
Vincent may have been an asshole, but he wasn’t stupid, for he was out of that room faster than he came in. The air shifted as Tony turned back to face you all, eyes scanning over his group but lingering on your for just a moment longer.
“I appreciate that, but I’ll never be your girl.” Nat remarked with a curled lip, eyebrow cocked.
Tony chuckled in retaliation, seemingly accepting that for the truth. He turned his attention back to you, eyes darting to Bucky for a moment also. You finally started to breathe again, hand shooting out to grip Bucky.
By the time you’d made your move, Bucky was already turning on his heel and leading you through the ballroom. It wasn’t till you’d made your way out of the crowd that you realized Tony was following you.
You turned into the Stark smoking lounge, watching the light drain from the room as Tony closed the door behind you. You were backed up into the large desk, feeling your ass hit the edge of it.
You lifted your gaze to find the two men standing before you, eyes never leaving you. Your heart started to hammer in your chest, realizing what this meant for you. You knew they wouldn’t be mad at you for what just happened, but they still needed to remind you of who you belonged to.
“Pretty baby, what the fuck was that?” Bucky’s voice echoed off the walls.
“Out here, dressed this fucking good in front of more than just our eyes?” Tony was quick to follow.
You’d no hope of making it out of this room in a state less than wrecked, and that was just fine by you.
“I could almost hear the things that asshole wanted to do to you, eyeing you up like I wasn’t even there.”
“Coming to my gala, looking at my prize like he’d won it?”
The flood gates had opened and were traveling straight to the meeting of your thighs. Tony’s prize? To be thought of like that made a heat burn deep inside of you.
Bucky stepped forward, flesh hand grasping your chin and pulling you towards the two men. Tony snaked a hand around your back and pulled you even closer.
“Don’t you ever forget, you belong to us.”
On the mention of that one word, you felt Tony’s hand quiver. His eyes weakened for a moment and darted from yours to Bucky’s, ensuring he’d heard the other man right.
You lost all control, a deafening moan escaping your lips and encircling the three of you. Bucky broke his gaze with you, turning to Tony.
“What do you say, need to teach her a lesson?”
“Lead away.”
You didn’t think this night would lead to you, bent over a desk, thousand dollar gown hiked over your hips, friends partying within meters of you. With that being said, it wasn’t as if you were complaining.
On the contrary, you were begging for more.
“Please touch me, daddies.”
The growl that omitted from behind you told you that the right nerve was struck. That doubled with the hands that were now roaming the bare skin of your thighs and ass. It was so much to handle, having undivided attention.
You heard the unmistakable sound of metal on metal, hand on belt buckle. You could feel the way Bucky gripped you with one hand as he shimmied his suit pants down with the other. You felt the head of his cock poking at your entrance, making your head tip back.
“You’re gonna take me like a good little girl?” His gruff voice resonated in you.
“Always, daddy.”
He grunted in response, slipping just the head in before delivering a rough thrust. It sent you forward into the desk, moan ripping through your throat. He wasn’t in the mood to play nice, both hands on your hips and pulling you back into him.
You could help but cry out as he rolled his hips into you, cock reaching deep within. Your fingers gripped at the desk, trying to hold on as he pulled you around, effortlessly. Your moans came out in waves, sound cut up by the thrusts against you.
You turned your head to see Tony stroking himself inside his Armani trousers, just giving himself enough pleasure. There was no way he was blowing his load in his draws before he even got into you. But the way you looked right now, my God.
Bucky gave a few more pumps, hand running down your back and coming to swat at your ass. You were about to throw it back on him before you felt him whip away. You meant to let out a disappointed whine but you were snapped from your thoughts by the feeling of hands.
Tony’s hands. Hand’s roughed by mechanics, by counting money, by solving problems. He immediately found your wetness, fingers running against it before you felt his cock at you.
He was less forgiving than Bucky, immediately rutting into you and thrusting away. You clenched around him, letting your body ride the motions of his hips against yours. This was how it was going to be, the men passing you back and forth like their play thing.
Good.
You hummed in appreciation, letting your body melt against the wood surface. There was no use trying to keep yourself up. Your whole body was turning against you and every time you lifted up, Tony would thrust you back down.
His pace was relentless, rolling his hips faster than you’d ever seen from him. A grunt met every thrust, the sound circling your ears and speeding up the wetness that was leaking from you.
Tony quickly pulled away, stepping to the side to let Bucky step back into place. He wasted no time slipping back in, your core remembering the way he felt inside you. He lifted one of your legs, placing it on the desk for better access.
You cried out for him, feeling your orgasm making its way through you. Bucky slipped two fingers down, rubbing furiously at your clit to bring you right to the peak.
Your thoughts were brought to another part of your body. Tony’s hand trailed up your calf, all the way to your thigh, enjoying the soft skin that resided there. You felt his fingers replace Bucky’s, still as skillful as they rolled that bud around.
You were slipping away so quickly, the heat was rising and there wasn’t much more you could do. Your head peered over your shoulder, Bucky buried to the hip inside you and Tony stroking himself with his free hand.
The two men gazing down at you as if you were the last supper, eyes scanning over you as both of them strained to keep cool. You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching around Bucky and whipping a hand back to grip Tony’s thigh.
You cried out, a mixture or their names, expletives, and whatever else fell off your tongue. You rocked hard against the desk, your whole body shuddering with the power of the orgasm.
The men moved quickly, Bucky pulling out of you and matching Tony by fisting his own cock. You felt them push your dress up higher, fully exposing your ass and lower back.
You couldn’t feel embarrassment, you knew that these men viewed you like a gift from above. You heard their stuttered cries, suddenly heat dripping across your back.
They marked you like territory, painting your skin and grabbing onto you as they came down quickly from their highs. The only sounds in the room were huffed breaths and the faint sound of the part behind doors.
Tony pulled your dress back, fixing the material to fall across you. Bucky helped you to stand, fixing his own clothing as you made work on your hair. You felt your dress stick to your now coated skin, your eyes skipping to the men inquisitively.
Bucky pulled you into him, lips coming to your ear as Tony’s fingers pinched at your hip.
“You’re to go back to that party, our markings across your back, so you can’t forget who you belong to.”