Wrapped Up in You

Bucky's POV:

A few nights of little to no nightmares and Charlie gave her blessing for Sam to return back home. He debated on staying a bit longer, but she was able to convince him she was okay, mostly thanks to their talk, that both are keeping between the two of them, and I'm okay with that.  Thankful that whatever their conversation was about that it was able to help Charlie heal.

Her back is pressed firmly against my chest, ass at the perfect angle and resting on my morning hard on, and my Vibranium hand holding tightly to our son's womb is how I find myself waking up. My face submerged in her brunette locks, while her soft honey vanilla scent from her shampoo is the only thing I smell. I could stay wrapped up in her forever. She's peaceful. Another night of no nightmares. The bags under her eyes are growing softer and diminishing now that she's actually sleeping, no longer afraid to close her eyes.

No idea what she's dreaming about, but a soft whimper leaves her pouty lips. I even have to adjust my head to see if she's sleeping. The noise is like a beautiful opera, but sure enough her eyes remain closed. Brows furrowed as she presses her ass even tighter against me, and then releases a sigh. Sweeping her hair out of the way my lips kiss along the soft skin on her neck, releasing another dreamy sigh.

The metal digits that rest on her stomach drifts down further, needing to feel my wife's drenched cunt. Hissing once they come into contact with her slick arousal. "Must be a good dream you're having, doll." I whisper in her ear. I continue to explore her wet folds, coming into contact with her swollen nub.

Her face shifts to a lustful smile, but her eyes never open. "All my dreams about you are, Alpha." The morning husky sound to her voice makes me shiver. Her lustful tones, and the feeling of having her back. Fully back. Waking up with both of us horny as fuck, wrapped up in one another. Squeezing her numb between my thumb and forefinger causes her back to arch while her ass touches my throbbing cock perfectly. Both of us hum in approval. "Ready for me, aren't ya Sarge?"

"Always." I whisper in behind her ear. Her soft small hand reaches behind her, bringing my face closer to her as her fingers entangle in my hair.

"Want you inside me, Daddy." Her and her pet names for me. She knows they drive me crazy, but none more so than her calling me daddy. I'm not sure why, but it always sends a growl up my throat. The deep rumble behind her ear causes a tiny chirp to release out of her lips, and the feral side from me that she so desperately craves from me turns on.

Flipping her over on her back I spread her thighs, lining myself at her weeping cunt, and waste no time in hitching my hips forward. Hands on either side of her shoulders, caging her in between me. I stare down at her, how she so perfectly takes my cock. The way her walls stretch around me. The way she squeezes me so tightly. "Fuck honey. You take me so well. Made just for me, weren't you?"

"Yes, daddy." She pants out, grabbing my ass and trying to make me fuck into her. "Please." Her voice whines out.

"Please what, doll?" I smile down at her.

With her sweet smile she runs her fingers around my face. Memorizing me. I love the way the pads of her fingers slightly tickle. She doesn't want to just see me; she wants to feel me. Soak up every part of me whenever she can. "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you, daddy."

"My sweet girl is so needy, isn't she?" I coo down at her. She nods her head with a smirk. "Or is it my pussy that's always so needy for me?" Pulling myself out of her, I roughly push back in. Charlie bites on her lips, refusing to let the moan fall of her lips. "Don't fight it, honey. I love the noises you make when I fuck into you."

"Then fuck me." Readjusting myself I grab onto the headboard with my right hand, while my left-hand ghosts along her side, leaving chill bumps in its path. God, I love the way she feels. The way her whole body responds to my touch. To my voice. To even the air that I breathe. She loves everything I have to offer, and I would give her all of it and then some.

Her toned thighs move up to wrap around my waist, tightening around me and pulling me closer. Fingernails dig into my shoulder blades as I piston into her, hard and deep. Her hazel eyes are so heavy lidded, already cock drunk. "Whose girl are you, doll?" My voice comes out so deep and gruff as I nip around her neck.

She almost doesn't respond, blacked out from our morning sex. "Yours...fuck...only yours."

"Every part of you is mine, huh?" She nods enthusiastically and her bubble erupts around us. "Fucking hell." Overcome with the feeling of being buried so deep in her tight cunt, my balls slapping her ass, my right hand comes off the back board, softly wrapping around her neck. I can't give her what she fully desires, I don't trust myself, but I can tease her. And fuck if the sounds that come out of her mouth weren't enough to make me forget about those worries. My thumb adds the tiniest bit of pressure as it ghosts up her neck.

She doesn't ask for me to add more pressure. She knows that this will be a struggle for me, but I do want to please her, want to try whatever it is she desires, because I know that she would do that for me. "Harder, daddy. Fuck me harder."

Ask and ye shall receive. I fuck her as hard as my hips will allow. Pushing her body deeper into the mattress. Cunt squeezing me so tightly, and her breathing changes. Mouth agape as her orgasm is right there. The snap of the rubber band in both of us go off at the exact moment. Sloppily our lips connect, swallowing each other's moans and whimpers while tendrils of cum feel her up.

Hovering above her I look down at my perfect little wife. She gives me a sleepy smile. "Thank you, James." She whispers.

"For what?" My eyes roam around her face, looking for any clue as to why she's thanking me.

"Trusting yourself. Trusting me. I have faith that you would never hurt me." Ah, back to the choking thing. She must really enjoy it. Against my original thoughts I need to talk with Steve. Obviously he has experience in this realm.

"No promises. Let's just keep an open dialogue when it comes to our kinks okay?" My eyes are soft as they look my wife up and down. My flesh hand moves to her stomach, and I get a tiny shock. My eyes look down at her stomach wide and animated. "Son, I am your father."

Charlie let's out a soft giggle. "I think he prefers the metal, James." Touching her with the rare Vibranium causes him to give a little kick under my hand. No shock.

"I think you're right."

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Charlie's POV:

Sitting at my vanity, readying myself for the day, I steal glances as the handsome brunette and tiny blonde playing with a fluffy white cat on the bed. I don't know who enjoys Alpine more Bucky or Maggie. Each random glance I usually get a smile back from my husband. His sapphire eyes are near glossy at how happy this simple moment makes him.

It isn't long until we're joined by Steve who walks over to the bed tickling our daughter. Maggie's fits of laughter causes Alpine to pounce on Steve in protection. Because the tiny munchkin Scottish Fold is so intimidating. His stubby legs paw at Steve's hands playfully and he throws his hand up in surrender. "That's right, Alpine, you protect me from the tickle monster." Her voice is breathless from the relentless tickling, Steve and Bucky can't help but chuckle at how ferocious Alpine is being towards Steve. "Where are you going?" She turns to look at my reflection.

I turn around, finished with my light makeup, "We're going to the compound for my thirty-week checkup. Got to see how your baby brother is doing."

"Can I be the first to hold him?" Bucky's face is a mixture of emotions as he peers down at the little girl. She looks up at Bucky and adds, "I mean after you and Bucky."

"Of course, Maggie girl, you're going to be his big sister. Seems fitting that you're the next in line after me and your mom." He leans in for a whisper, "I'm bribing Bruce to let me hold him first."

"You guys coming?" I ask Steve and our small blonde beauty. While she favors her dad so much, she's starting to look the tiniest bit more like me. Very tiny.

"Wait, is this where you see what he looks like in there?" I nod at her. "Yes, we're coming. Come on daddy, help me tie my shoes." She jumps off the bed pulling his arm with her. Who knew a super soldier could be tamed by a small little blonde girl with bright blue green eyes and dimples?

"I don't know who she has wrapped more, you or him." I smile as I walk towards Bucky. He stands with a kiss to my lips and turning to scoop up the white fluffball.

"All of us. Including Mr. Alpine." I can't help but smile. The weeks after my last time in Hydra was rough, but these happy moments outshine them. My heart is filled, and my womb is being stretched by my large growing boy. Maggie was such a tiny little thing, still is. Callan, I have a feeling is going to be a big boy. He's already stretching me beyond what I feel is normal. "Don't worry, when this little one comes, he's going to have his mommy so wrapped. He's no doubt going to be such a mama's boy." His hand moves Alpine to rest on his shoulder. The fluff ball's favorite resting perch.

"Really? I see him following you around everywhere." This admission gets a wide toothy grin from Bucky. I love his soft side. The way that his whole face lights up. The crystal blue of his cerulean eyes shine with glee. The way his mouth stretches when he smiles from ear to ear, showing off his teeth. "My goodness, my husband is so beautiful."

He laughs, a deep chuckle rising out of his chest, while his right hand grabs his chest. "My sweet wife, you're the one that's beautiful." His hand beckons me to him, wrapping one arm around me and his Vibranium hand cradles our son. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And look at your body even more perfect for our son."

I feel my face heat up. I definitely don't find my body beautiful in this moment, but when Bucky tells me that, I try to believe it. I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss on his lips. "Let's go, mommy. I want to see Bruce. And see my brother." Bucky releases my body, grabbing Alpine and handing him down to Maggie, "Do we get to take the little buddy with us?"

"Yes, angel. We can take Alpine with us. He doesn't like when he's left alone." Steve answers leading the way out to the car.

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Bucky's POV:

Bruce guides our quartet down to the exam room. We know he's doing us a favor in delivering Callan. Trying to keep his and Maggie's existence from too many people. It becomes too dangerous for them the more people know. It's easy to get to either myself or Charlie by threatening our children. "So today I thought we could do a 3D ultrasound." Bruce tells us. Of course, I get excited and Steve smiles softly holding onto Maggie. Honestly ever sense that day, he's been pleasant. Never asking inappropriate questions, innuendos, or looks. We just have a weird bond now, sharing parenthood with the same woman.

"Alright, up here, Charlie. Brace yourself for the cold." He squeezes out the cool gel on her stomach, but she still winces at the chilly thick gel. Maggie holds Alpine close to her watching her mom. "Maggie James, keep your eyes up here. This is where your brother's going to be." He points over to the monitor and uses the wand to move around the wand.

Callan's image appears, and thankfully I'm looking at Charlie while his body comes into view. Her eyes immediately gloss over. Blurry with tears while she looks at our son, I turn to look and see what she's seeing. Our son's squishy face and chubby cheeks, thumb stuck in his mouth appears on the screen. "Would you look at that he's sleeping. Let me see if I can get him to wake up."

His hand goes to rub along Charlie's stomach but she stops him, "No, B, let Bucky do it." She pulls my metal hand to her. "Do your thing, babe." I rest my hand on her stomach adding a bit of pressure and Maggie squeals as his body moves around.

"He's smiling!" She nearly screams. Bruce starts to say something but Charlie stops him. Probably mentioning that he's not actually smiling. But his little lips turn up almost as if he's smiling.

"He has your chin." Charlie whine's pulling at my hand. "Thank you for not jinxing him. He's going to be handsome just like his daddy." Charlie's eyes steadily stream out tears and she never moves her face away from the monitor. I can't decide who I want to look at more, her or Callan. She's absolutely stunning staring at our son.

"He's perfect. Growing right on time. I'm going to get some photos printed while he's still smiling Maggie James." Bruce fiddles around getting some photos printed. If I don't pocket them to carry with me, Charlie will definitely put these up on the fridge.

"Thank you, Jolly Green. Alpine he's so cute just like you." Maggie's body snuggles in close to Steve's chest while she still looks at the monitor. "Mommy, why are you so quiet?"

"I'm just happy, but also overwhelmed."

"That's a good thing, right?" The small blonde asks Charlie causing her mom to cry more. Pregnancy hormones have made Charlie ridiculously sensitive. She can't answer just nod her head yes. "Then why are you crying?"

"Your mom is just so happy." I answer pulling Charlie up with me. "I'm happy, too, honey." Our perfect protective son. Everything is good.

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While Maggie plays in her room with her favorite fuzzy friend, Charlie naps in the bedroom, requesting that the door stayed open just in case, and of course Steve and I oblige. We sit at the couch, both drinking a beer, watching tv, but not actually paying attention. "Can I ask you something?" I break the silence, not able to look at him. This is awkward.

"You getting nervous about having a baby?" He asks, his head tilts slightly towards me while he takes a drink from the bottle.

"Yeah, but that's not what I was wanting to ask." We both settle into a silence, I'm not sure how I want to start.

"You going to ask?" He chuckles, turning his body to look at me.

"It's just a sensitive question." Taking another drink, I listen to see if Charlie is actually still sleeping, thankfully she is.

"You two are still having sex, right?" I give him a nod.  He knows we are.

"Yes...that's the thing a while ago she asked me to choke her." Now it's Steve's turn to be speechless. "She brought up how she liked it. Doesn't take much to put two and two together."

"What exactly are you wanting to know?" He asks squirming around. Neither one of us thought we would ever be here. Me asking advice concerning a woman, much less one that he has personal experience with.

"It...it was during the heat of the moment when she first asked. Took me by surprise, and I just...I couldn't. I did tease it, and could see she actually liked it. But it scares me. Like I told her, I've killed people like that."

"You wouldn't kill her, Buck." He deeply breathes in.

"What's the point of it? Like, I don't understand, but barely wrapping my hand around her neck...she enjoyed it." My eyes glance over to him, and then back to our bedroom. Still asleep. She would probably kill me if she knew I was talking to Steve about this.

"You should ask her specifics. But cutting off oxygen can cause dizziness, and then when you release the pressure you get another rush. Plus, I think she likes..." he looks over at me, trying to decide if he wants to finish. "Uh, she likes when you take control."

I give him a nod. I've noticed she enjoys when I'm a bit more in charge and rough. I breathe in deeply just thinking. It would never be something I consider while she's pregnant, just the teasing. I can definitely do that.

"You should talk openly about it with her though. Not that I don't mind this embarrassing conversation with you. It's nice that we can talk about it now." He chuckles.

"It is, punk. Thanks. For everything. I'm glad we're in a good place. I missed you." Both of us throw up our bottles, drinking to the fact we're in a good place. Of course, complicated, but good. "I'm going to make supper."

"Nope, I'm up. I'll make us some food. What is it you two are wanting?"

"Pasta!" Maggie screams from upstairs. "Lasagna please." That settles that.

"Wait...she can hear us?" A moment of panic sets in thinking about mine and Steve's conversation only moments before. I look up to see the tiny girl sitting at the top of the stairs.

"Only when I'm sitting up here. I was coming to see if mommy was awake. I want something sweet." She gives all three of us a sweet smile before coming downstairs with Alpine. Placing him in my lap and getting a few chocolate chips.

Once she eats her chips and takes Alpine back upstairs Charlie's eyes narrow on me. "What exactly were you two talking about that got you paranoid of her hearing?" She gives me a giggle. I can't think of anything.

"I was telling him about how you liked when I would stand behind you and lift up Maggie off you, just to give you relief." Not adding anymore to that. It wasn't a good save, but if she likes that then I will do it.

Her eyes narrow between the two of us. Clearly not believing either one of us. "Uh huh...if you say so. I'm going to start supper."

"Do you want me hold your bump?" Feigning innocence, and just the thought of adding any relief to her back, I want her to know I'm willing to do that.

"Maybe, later." Her body leans over me to give me a kiss. I fight the need to pull her close to me. She senses my hesitation. "Save that for later, too."  

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Charlie's POV:

Pushing my back up against Bucky, and feeling the strength he has on his chest. Muscles rippling behind me, turned on by the fact he decided to do this shirtless. "Focus, doll. You're going to have to guide me through this."

"You're the one who decided to be nearly naked." I whine back.

"I have boxers on. Focus." His hands slide along my belly, scooping underneath with a pause. I slow down my breathing and lean my back further into him. One overly warm hand, and the other the cool metallic hand.

Leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder I take another deep breath, spreading my legs a bit to balance better. "Okay, it's not going to be too heavy, so no need to use your full strength."

"I know." He hums next to my face, beard slightly burning my cheek. Focus, Charlie.

"Just slowly lift up the belly. Make sure you've got a good grip. And let me know when you're tired, and you can slowly lower him down." Slowly his arms lift up my overly swollen belly, and immediate relief and relaxation flows through my body. Thankfully he's behind me. I settle more comfortably on his chest, running a hand over his flesh arm. Fingers connecting with each sinewy muscle. This is my husband. While I might not feel sexy in this moment, I can't deny that this beautiful man looking at me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world helps my ego. I sigh at the feeling of not having so much weight in the front of me.

Feeling my back not overly correcting itself so I don't topple over, nearly sends a chill up my spine.  Sweet relief. "I can do this all night if you need me to. I'm a super soldier, so this amount of weight is nothing."

"You say that, but you're not carrying this on the front of your stomach. Standing awkwardly so you don't fall."

"I wasn't saying that, honey. I'm saying that I will do this as long as you need. You're breathing differently.  Smoother" I feel his mouth turn to my neck and give me a nibbling kiss. "You're nice and relaxed." He whispers, his deeper timbre on full display and right in my ear.  I feel my knees go weak.  If his physical appearance wasn't enough, his sweetness really makes him the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on.

"Don't start that right now, Sarge." The low rumble that chuckles out of his lips do nothing but make me want to cinch my thighs together. "You know what you're doing."

"I'm offering relief to my wife."

"And your voice is so sexy. The way your chest feels against my back is sexy. You're just oozing sexiness. Even this right here, and how willing you are to do it, is just sexy." I roll my eyes in spite of myself, feeling overwhelmed with his care for me, and then also how hot he is. "Okay. Slowly lower him." With the perfect pace Bucky's hands lower our son's nest. And annoyance of the weight back causes me to growl. "You did this."

"I never heard you complain while I was fucking you." I scoff at him. "Aw, honey."

"No, I need a drink of water." I walk out into the kitchen, Maggie and Steve have long fallen asleep. Bucky's shirt barely covers me anymore, but since it's just us night owls left, I'm okay with it.

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Bucky's POV:

Now I know that she was turned on. And she just leaves me standing in this bedroom, with a quickly hardening cock. This will never do. I stalk quietly in the kitchen, reaching around her to get my own cup, making sure she feels that I am turned on as well. I hear a soft chirp release from her mouth. She felt it. My shirt's that she insists sleeping in aren't as long as they once were, giving me a great glimpse of her soft pink panties, and thick thighs.

I take a drink of the cool water, peaking over to her. She literally has her mouth open, staring at me, "What?"

"I want you deep in my cunt, daddy." I choke on my water at how blunt she can be sometimes.

"Where do you want me?"

Her eyes glance around the room before landing on the dining room table, turning back to me with a smug smile. The angle that it's in the house Maggie wouldn't be able to see anything, giving us a chance to get situated. The biggest issue is we would be facing right towards Steve's room. She gives me a wicked grin, backing her body up towards the table, pulling me along with her. "I swear you get your personality from your Uncle Loki. Goddess of Thunder and Mischief."

Never answering me she just uses her finger to motion me to the other side of the table. I lift her body up. Sliding down her panties, and stuffing them in her mouth. "You're going to have to be quiet." I hold her legs in my hands and spread her nice and wide, giving myself the best view. "You're beautiful doll, but I can't lie...she's so pretty."

I push my angry cock into her and listen to her muffled moans. Her hands hold on to my hips, pulling me into her. I give into her struggles, thrusting into her. I pull up my shirt, exposing her breasts to me. The skin on them is stretched as tight as her stomach. Her body swelling to provide for our son. This is one of my favorites I've seen Charlie. I can tell she doesn't always feel beautiful, but she is beyond gorgeous. The curves and changes being made to her body make me want to always have my hands on her.

Watching as her swollen breasts move with each pump into her. Her hands cup and massage along the swollen buds, humming at how sensitive her pregnant body is. "So perfect for me. You take my cock so well, honey." I hear the sound of his door opening. While Charlie's eyes are clenched tightly closed, I look over to his protruding head with a smirk. He begins to close the door again and I only shrug. He may try to hide the times he's watched us, but he's not fooling anyone. I've seen him lurking in the shadows, getting hot and bothered by me rutting into her sweet pussy.

The fact that he has finally given up trying to get to her, makes me feel at ease. He isn't going to push it, but I also know he has to be sexually frustrated. Being here for months now. Not having a cunt to cum into. My eyes move back to my wife, watching her coming undone. Arching her back and muffled whimpers softly echo through the kitchen. I lean over to suckle on her swollen nipples. Circling my tongue around on her. Pulling back up to stare down at my perfect wife, taking my cock so well, I steal a glance towards his door, still standing there watching, the door opened a bit more, while his body leans against the doorframe.

I give him a smile and vigorously thrust into her, nearly lifting her off the table. Splitting her nearly in half as she arches off the table, screaming, thank God I stuffed her mouth. I let her ride out her orgasm before pistoning back into her, begging for my own release. Her eyes are heavy and soft looking up at me. Wanting to hear her mewling I pull the panties out of her mouth, "Keep it down. Wouldn't want to wake anyone up." She gives me a nod, and her fingers softly graze around my arms. Her gentle touches mixed in with my hard thrusts push me over the edge. My hand finds her clit, wanting her to cum on my cock again.

"Be a good girl, and give me one more."

"Please...." her eyes roll to the back of her head, unable to finish her sentence. Panting out ohs and fucks I feel her walls tightening, squeezing my cock, ready to milk it clean. A final thrust forward causes both of us to whisper out a moan, while I fill her full of my cum.

"So perfect for me. You take my cock so well." My hands push the baby hairs away from her sweat laden face.

"Because you stuff your pussy so well, daddy."

"Love it when you call me that, honey."