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Okay, but don't actually delete the app because imagine the men even before they kidnap you with the intent to keep you as theirs when you pull out your phone on the couch and scroll through Tinder.
They've been showing their red flags as of late, Bucky's "protectiveness" of aggressively manhandling and grasping you, and Steve hovering over you like a parent ready to lecture their child or as though you were a fragile piece of glass ready to break into a million pieces.
"Is that..?"
You stared at Bucky, realizing that he'd caught you on the app.
Fuck, you were supposed to break up with them first. They weren't supposed to know. You'd just assumed they'd never catch you doing it before you did end the relationship. Unfortunately, you never found the right moment to tell them, both men always in a mood too intimidating to agitate even further.
"Wait Bucky, it's—"
He lunged at you before you could make an excuse, holding your phone far from his reach while you kicked his chest to further distance yourself from him. He stifled you quickly though, grasping your ankle and holding it in place.
“You think I’ll let other men fuck you under my nose? I’ll kill them first.”
“Bucky stop!” you screamed, attempting to free your leg away, pushing him off with your free arm. He nearly flicked your phone out of your hand but stopped when you gave a sudden yelp, a bone-crushing grip reaching your wrist first.
You turned behind, Steve’s towering form casting above you, eyes hard as stone as he glared into yours. His fingers constricted even further around your wrist until you released another cry from the pain, your phone dropping over the rug with a soft thud.
The device was left face up on the floor before Bucky grabbed it, ‘It’s a Match’ in bold green letters over the phone along with an image of a man they did not know. Steve stared at the phone too until turning back to you.
“I-I—”
“Are me and Bucky not enough for you?” He didn’t wait for your reply, bruising your wrist as he held it tighter. “You want a restless night with a man? We’ll give you a restless night.”
Steve instructed his partner to take you into the bedroom then, and Bucky had no qualms about punishing you then, hoisting you up like a sack of flour into the bedroom, Steve taking your phone as he followed suit.
They’d made quick work undressing you and themselves before Bucky held you down and began pumping his cock in and out of your cunt, Steve on his knees above you over the matress as he swiped your phone.
“Let’s look through this together darling, shall we?”
You cried and pleaded only until Bucky stuffed two fingers into your mouth.
“How about this one?” Steve turned the phone back to you, a decent-looking man on your phone screen, “you wanna swipe right for him?”
You screamed when Bucky thrust in harder, brimming his cock at the base before swinging his hips back out.
You shook your head.
Steve hummed, turning the phone back to himself before swiping away to the next man.
“And him? What about him? His name’s Mark. Sounds like a nice man.”
You cried again when Bucky pinched your nipple, his metal hand moving upwards to choke your neck while your hands grasped his wrists with no success to get them off.
“N-no…” you mumbled around Bucky’s fingers.
“Are you sure?” Steve asked, swiping through the various pictures uploaded by the man, “He looks like he could take care of you real well.”
“No—” you choked again around the stuffed fingers.
“How about the people you matched with then?” Steve pulling up one of your conversations with a man you’d just texted the night before. “You matched with them, so they must be perfect for you.”
Bucky’s thrusts grew vicious and erratic, your core soaked from the slide of his thick shaft. Tears slipped from your eyes as you suckled his fingers, shaking your head to Steve again.
“Are you sure? Looks like you were having a few hot conversations last night.” He selected your most recent conversation. “Anything you want to say to Troy now—”
“Fuck!” You cried, Bucky’s speeding cock reaching you to the edge. You gurgled around his fingers, “stop Bucky stop! I can’t—I can’t please!” Your moans filling the room in evidence of your pleasure, the brunet’s hips yet to cease its pistoning, the sloppy smack of your hips clapping into a fast, unpaced beat.
“Sent.”
You turned back to Steve, barely able to register his words as he sent the audio recording before Bucky’s next thrust released your orgasm.
“Arrghhh—Ugghhhaaahh”
“Oh fuck, her pussy’s clenching down on me, Steve—shit,” he hissed.
At his name, Steve stroked your head, smiling at you with red, lust in his eyes as he held the phone.
“Atta’ girl,” He praised, wiping the sweat from your brow, sending another audio recording before jumping into the next conversation. “Now let’s send a message to Daniel while you suck on my cock. Let him know whose slut you really are.”