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on wednesdays, we mark your ass pink ⸝⸝ kinktober

summary: you always thought bucky and steve couldn't be more alike. same taste in music, beer, and especially women. yet after a sorrowful night of maybe one too many drinks you learn in the best ways how different they can be.

pairings: bucky x reader x steve content warnings: 18+ MDNI smut, p in v, rough sex, threesome, semi spit roast, fingering, voyeurism, spanking, mean!dom bucky, soft!dom steve, praise kink & degradation kink, semi mutual masturbation, pet names (i.e sweetheart, babygirl, bunny, slut, cockwhore, fucktoy) brief mentions of alcohol, not beta read we die like men. w/c: 9.6k a/n: read in real time as june loses her ability to write! yay! this fic burnt me OUT and you can definitely tell but whatever. full and complete credits go to @heldbybarnes she cooked up this masterpiece of an idea and i am merely the humble messenger of it.

If you knew nothing else in this world, it would be that Bucky and Steve will always be there for you.

Not even a phone call at half past one in the morning would scare them off.

"Hey," Bucky picks up on the first ring, as if he were looking at the phone waiting for your call. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You mumble as you trace the rim of the wine glass in front of you.

"What happened?"

A huff of a laugh pushes from your nose, there's no hiding anything from Bucky, he's a dead set bloodhound when it comes to what's bothering you.

"Curtis and I broke up."

"Really? Shit girlie I'm sorry. When?"

You glance past the bottle in front of you and to the clock on the stove. "Like, an hour ago."

"What the fuck? You mean today?"

"Yup." You pop the 'p' as you finish off your glass, feeling the cold liquid settle into a warmth in your chest.

"Is he still there?"

"Never was."

The line went quiet and you could feel the anger radiating over the phone.

A quiet mutter was all you could catch before he came back to the call. "We're on the way."

Part of you wanted to protest, to tell them it's not worth their time and to just stay home, but the quiet and greedy side wanted nothing more than for Bucky and Steve to be your knights in shining armor to come save you from the depths of this breakup.

"Door's unlocked."

He grunts in response and the call is ended, leaving you to linger in the silence awaiting their arrival. You pour another glass, taking a heavy sip to ease the growing tension in your shoulders, Bucky and Steve have always been good friends to you but you could never deny the small voice in the back of your head that yearned for more.

It's no secret that they have crossed the bridge from friendship into something more themselves. It's not something that's often spoke about but you've seen it once or twice on the late nights out, the way Bucky's hand always rests in the small of Steve's back, the way Steve will lean over to grab something and whisper something against the shell of Bucky's ear.

At the time you felt ashamed to be looking, forcing your eyes to the ground as they exchanged silent words with eye contact that would make you buckle if it were directed to you. Yet as more time that passed you began to understand their relationship a bit more, to put it in simple terms you would describe them as friends with benefits but the friendship is the benefit.

You don't know if they've actually had sex with each other and you would never have it in you to ask such a thing, but you've seen the small moments they share when no one is looking, just thinking about it sends a heat to your face that not even the wine could replicate.

In divine timing as you will the thoughts of them out of your head there's a small knock on your door, you finish off your glass in one deep swig and make your way to the door but not before casting a small glance into the mirror above the fireplace to check your appearance. Any trace of tears are gone but there's still a slight red ring around your eyes and the corners of your nose, lips puffed and stained from the wine.

Not your best look but who's keeping track.

With the swing of the door you're greeted with two figures, similar in stance yet completely different in aura. Bucky's face is set in stone, the hard lines of his furrowed brow standing out against the soft edges of his steel blue eyes, his typical demeanor of appearing upset when concern is resting just below the surface.

Steve holds a similar soft look in his face, one of pure care and worry for a true friend with a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hey." His voice is deep and smooth instantly putting you at ease, between him and Bucky they fill up the frame, their shoulders brushing each others as they both looked down at you.

"Hi." You breathe out, offering them both a small smile before stepping aside and holding the door open to let them in. A mix of their colognes wash over you as they walked by, Bucky's was a hearty mix of lavender, earthy oak moss and patchouli while Steve's cut through with the brightness of lemon and orange with a deep seeded cedar wood.

Both smells blended together so well, flooding your senses as you shut the door behind them, making you almost offer to take their jackets just to get another hit of their intoxicating scent. Alas they were both comfortable enough with you to set their jackets aside on their own, moving through the space of your apartment as if it were their own.

Steve made himself comfortable on the couch and you did the same while Bucky rummaged in your kitchen for something, sitting next to Steve gave you a moment to appreciate how his facial hair was coming in. The thick hair of his beard covered his jaw and chin alike, you still remember the day he said he was done shaving and was going to grow it out, earning a laugh from all around him who didn't believe him at first.

He looked devastatingly attractive. The beard suited him in ways you never thought possible, paired with the added length of his swept back hair it was almost impossible to look away as his green blue eyes bore into yours.

"How you doing?" He was quiet with his question, not in the sense that he held a secret but more of he was still wading through the waters of your feelings on the subject.

You shrug you shoulders faintly, giving him a half smile as your fingers pick at your nails instinctively. "Could be worse I guess."

"How so?"

"I could've actually cared about him."

He laughs gently with a small shake of his head, not missing the deflection of his question but letting it pass for now, eyes back onto yours making your heart race against your chest. "There is that I suppose."

"Did you get all of his stuff out?" Bucky's voice calls out from behind you, making you turn your head to see him walking out with a plate full of fruits, cheeses and chocolates you didn't even know you had.

"Uhm, no not yet." You watch him set the plate down in front of you and settle on the other side of you, his arm draped on the back of the couch lightly caging you in. "He didn't really have much of anything here anyways."

Bucky nods curtly, grabbing a strawberry off the plate and plucking the leaves off before handing it to you. "We'll help you get it out and make sure you let us know when he comes to get it so we can be here."

"You guys don't have to do all of that." Your eyes fall to the berry in your hand, your thumb brushing over the small seeds.

"We know," Steve's voice pulls your head to the other side, your eyes following his hand as he grabs yours and lifts the strawberry closer to your mouth, a silent reminder. "We want to."

With a faint nod your force your eyes forward as you take a small bite from the strawberry, the sweet acidity bursting across your tongue. Between the smell of Steve and Bucky in such proximity wafting over you and something about the taste of the berry mixing with the after hints of the wine made you dizzy.

Steve noticed it first, his hand finding your thigh and giving it a grounding squeeze. "You alright sweetheart?"

"Do you need some water?" Bucky was quick to add, the arm on the couch dropping down to your shoulders and brushing a small circle into the crook of your neck.

You shake your head, blinking yourself back to reality as you absentmindedly sink into both of their touches. "No, I'm okay just.. tired I guess."

"Here we'll help you clean up and then you can get to bed." Steve offered as he moved to get up from the cough, his hand leaving your thigh and letting the cold air of absence take its place.

"Wait," You reached out for his wrist, holding it in yours for just a beat too long before letting it go. "You.. you don't have to go if you don't want to."

Bucky's thumb pressed lightly into your shoulder, just enough pressure to catch your attention and make you turn back to him. "What do you want girlie?"

A small silence settles over the three of you as you contemplated what you truly wanted.

"Stay," You mumble just above a whisper, your eyes dragging from Bucky's to Steve's. "Please."

Steve nods without hesitation, settling back down onto the couch a bit closer than last time as his hand finds your leg again, this time running it up and down a with an achingly gentle touch. "Of course."

"Don't have to ask us twice," Bucky chimes in softly, leaning his body closer until your side was up against his chest.

You lean back into both of them, letting their warmth encapsulate you and tether you to the ground. Steve finds the TV remote and puts on some quiet music channel, the slow and soft beat of blues filling the background of the room.

Time becomes unperceivable when you're with them, all you know is the feeling of them next to you and the sound of their voices in your ears for what felt like hours.

"You want another glass Stevie?" You offer as you top yours off, the warmth in your chest now spread across your whole body, lining your lips with a smile as you look at the two boys seated on your couch. Bucky is all but sprawled out in the corner, legs spread with a whiskey glass in his hand as his eyes flicker between you and Steve, his leg is crossed over the other with one hand on the back of the couch.

Maybe it's the wine, or maybe it's the irresponsible urge for a self esteem boosting rebound but the look of the two of them on your couch was too tempting and if you didn't know any better, inviting.

"No I'm okay sweetheart." Steve's voice floats across the air and brushes the back of your neck, making the small hairs stand up, you nod and try to keep a straight face as you sit back on the couch.

Bucky, who is oddly quiet in his corner, hasn't taken his eyes off of you since the three of you finished off his snack plate, lips stained with the red fruit juice of strawberries and a hint of chocolate. Steve seems to pick up on this as he rests his chin on your shoulder to look over at him.

"You're quiet Buck, got something on your mind?"

He doesn't respond, not right away, he just gives Steve a look that apparently says it all as Steve lets out a small hum and smiles against your cheek.

Your eyes narrow a the interaction, trying to piece together what silent words were just exchanged between the two of them. "What?"

"Steve has a secret to tell you." Bucky says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You turn just enough to see Steve out the corner of your eyes before he pulls away, making you fully turn to face him.

Reaching for you glass he takes a small sip before setting it down on the table, his eyes locked onto yours as he licks a small drip of wine from his bottom lip. You follow the movement and it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"What's the secret?" You whisper in a breathy air, using every inch of your might to keep your eyes from drifting back to those pink lips tucked behind that fatally gorgeous beard.

He curls his index finger towards you and you have to immediately look away lest your mind starts conjuring up images of that motion being used on you for other purposes. Leaned forward he meets you halfway and you can feel the scruff of his beard brush the lobe of your ear as he whispers.

"Bucky wants me to kiss you."

The words still you to your bones, bringing your heart into your throat with its rapid unsteady beating. As your mind processes everything at lightning speed you see two choices presented to you in the blur of thoughts; A.) you shrink back and continue on with the friendship as it is, just that, friendship or B.) you play into it and just maybe you can get what you've been thinking about all night.

You much prefer the latter.

"Why doesn't he say so himself?" You murmur softly, eyes already dropping back down to his lips.

He gives a vague shrug, his hands finding yours and pressing small circles into the pressure point of your wrist, no doubt feeling the rabbited pace of your heartbeat. "Sometimes Bucky does a whole lot of talking, other times he just likes to sit back and listen."

"That a fact?" Your eyes part from Steve's to look over at Bucky, the beginnings of a smirk tug at the corner of his lips as he finishes off the last of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving you for a moment as he keeps his quiet facade going.

Steve lets out a breathy laugh before quieting down, his hand brushing the length of your jaw making you turn back towards him. His palm is rough and smooth all at once, the calloused pads of his fingers tracing the jut of your bottom lip.

"So, what d'you think sweetheart? Should we give Bucky what he wants?"

"What do you want?"

"I can't think of anything I'd want more than to kiss you," His voice is a hoarse whisper and somehow you've gotten close enough to where you can feel his breath against your cheek. "What about you?"

Words are lost on you as you look at Steve, the ocean tide of his blue green eyes pulling you in, a loose nod of your head is the only answer you can manage before his lips are on yours.

Forget fireworks or sparks flying, Steve's kiss was heavenly, tentative like a whisper and as warm as the summer sun. His hands immediately swept you up, pulling you into his lap and holding you close like he was passing a secret from his body to yours.

Eternal like moments passed before the kiss changed, your thighs squeezing his as your hips shifted on top of him making him groan into your lips. He moved his hands down to the dip of your waist and dug his fingers in, moving you again until you picked up the message and began to roll your hips on your own.

You don't know how much time had passed, Steve kissed you like he wanted to wear your mark for all eternity and it left you utterly breathless. When you did finally part for air, you looked back to see Bucky had moved from his original spot and is now next to you and Steve, a fresh glass of whiskey in his hand.

Steve looked unfairly handsome freshly kissed, his lips parted with soft breaths pushing through them as he squeezed your hips in his hands. Your heavy lidded eyes dragged back over to Bucky, a small tilt to his head when he caught your eyes lingering on his lips.

"Go on baby," Steve encouraged in a raspy hum, his hands still holding the curves of your hips, fingers just teasing under the hem line of your shirt. "Give him a taste."

You're leaning over before you realize and Bucky's already met you halfway, his lips taste like the burn and heat of whiskey as he swipes his tongue over your seam, wasting no time in exploring the inner depths of your mouth against his.

Bucky's kiss burned like a perfectly stoked fire, warm and consistent with each angle making the world around you fade into black. It wasn't until you felt Steve guiding your hips back and forth again did you feel yourself come back to the material world.

The mixed sensations of being pulled in by Bucky's lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip with a deep fervor as Steve's hand ever so gently ran up under your shirt and wandered across the exposed skin made your head spin.

"Wait," You breathe out as you force yourself to pull away from Bucky's lips, your mouth aching for more at the way his eyes fluttered open. "What.. what are we doing?"

You look between Steve and Bucky and watch as they share another one of their silent conversations, a huff of lust filled frustration pushing out of your nose.

"Stop doing that, just say it out loud."

There's one last look between them before they turn to you, eyes low and smirks growing.

"I think what Buck was trying to say—"

"—Was that we can do whatever you want."

The way the finish each others sentences with such ease nearly gives you whiplash, your eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

"What do you mean?"

"He means," Bucky starts as he leans back in, pressing a line a kisses down your jaw and to the column of your throat. "If you want to take this farther we're all for it."

"But if you want to stop," Steve adds in, his hands smoothing over the skin of your lower back, thumbs dipping past the waistband of your pajama shorts. "Just say the word and hands are off, no hard feelings."

Your eyes flutter at the contrasting feelings. Bucky leaving wet open mouthed kisses across your neck and collarbone, stopping to bite and suck at the sweet spot below your ear, while Steve's hands held you like you were a diamond in his palms, beautiful and strong yet fragile to the touch as he roamed over your skin leaving a wake of heat in his touch.

"Up to you baby. We just want to take care of you, however you'll let us."

Words are few and far in between for you, your mind and body overrun with the dual sensations. Bucky's hand had started to squeeze and rub circles into your thigh while Steve brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the pad of each fingertip before licking a slow stripe up your middle two making you shudder under him.

"Yes, please yes."

That was all the sign they needed. Bucky pulled back and quickly cleaned up everything around you as Steve stood you up with him and led you to your bedroom, his wide palm steady in yours as you clung to him.

He sat you down onto your bed and began to move about the room as if it were his own, taking his shoes off and setting them in the closet, setting his watch on the dresser and even going as far as to add a fresh stick into your essential oil diffuser.

As he joined you on the bed it was only moments before Bucky was in the room, a small smirk on his lips as he went about his own ministrations, similar to Steve yet done in a different air. Steve moved around the room like it was his too, Bucky moved like it was his alone, his carpet to walk along and his mirror to look in.

The bed dipped even lower as Bucky settled behind you, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt as he leaned forward. "Tell me something pretty girl, did you at least get laid before that asshole broke up with you?"

Your breath hitched as you felt his hand slip under your shirt and up towards your bra, unclasping it to the last clip, before moving his hand around your stomach. Steve must've picked up on your stunned state as he reached out a cupped your jaw in his hand, gently stroking your cheek before leaning in for a kiss.

"Answer him baby."

"No." You whispered against Steve's lips, your hands digging into the fabric of shirt in need of more.

"Poor girl," Bucky mutters from behind you, hands brushing your hair over your shoulder as his lips find the nape of your neck and gently nipping at the skin. "Tell me the sex was at least good."

You shake your head and lean back into his touch, your body overwhelmed yet under stimulated and in desperate need.

Bucky pulled away and you had to stifle a whine as you looked back at him. "You're telling me that this entire time you were in that relationship, not only were you putting up with his bullshit, but the sex wasn't even worth it?"

"Bucky.." Your voice was nothing more than a soft whisper yet it held the magnitude of a thousand suns, the depths of desire lacing through your words.

He didn't grant you any relief, just a low scoff rumbling in the back of his throat as he looked over at Steve.

"I-I'm sorry, I should've known better, I know I should've left him a long time ago I just don't know why I couldn't—" You blurted out, unreasonable worry clawing at the back of your throat.

"Shh it's okay baby," Steve's voice tethers you back down, his hands cupping the sides of your face to lock your eyes onto his. "We're not mad it's okay."

You nod faintly and let out a small breath and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "I think Bucky is just a little jealous is all."

Confusion set over your face with furrowed brows and a slight pout. "Jealous of what? Curtis?"

"S'not fair. He got to have you in any way he wanted and he couldn't even have the decency to treat you right." Bucky's answer from behind you sends chills down your spine, your eyes still on Steve's as you felt a bold streak rise in you.

"You think you could do better?"

Silence grew and for a moment you thought you may have crossed a line, until you felt the palm of Bucky curve around your hip.

"I know I can."

A small smirk curled up on Steve's face as he looked down at you, a playful shake of his head egging you on as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Prove it soldier."

Nearly half a second went by before you were being turned around, Bucky stood at the edge of the bed and pulled you towards him as Steve settled to the side of you.

"You know you've got bratty mouth for someone who drove all the way here in the middle of the night just to make you feel better."

Blame it on the wine, or the heavy makeout sesh, or maybe the way Bucky was looking down at you like he couldn't care less about the next words that were about to come out of your mouth, all of it made you feel crazy and sane all at once and you wanted nothing more than to chase that feeling.

"I never asked you to come over, you just offered yourself up."

You watched Bucky's throat bob with a hitched breath, your words no doubt hitting the right nerve making you smirk until Steve's voice pulled you down from your high horse.

"Play nice sweet girl."

Bucky shook his head with an ever growing smirk, his hand reaching out to twirl a small strand of your hair as he looks down at you. "Yeah I bet you could, but you don't want to play nice, do you?"

You mirrored his head shake, yours slower and faint as yours eyes dropped down to his chest, then to his stomach, and finally to the belt around his jeans.

"I can play nice… for Steve."

Steve smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, swallowing to the grunt he let out when you licked and nipped at his lower lip.

Bucky let out a dark chuckle behind you, his hands running down the expanse of your spine and lifting your shirt up to kiss down your shoulder. "Is that right? You think you can be good for Steve while I punish you for mouthing off?"

"I'll always be good for Steve."

"We'll see about that."

Bucky must've motioned to Steve behind you as they both started to move, stripping their shirts and unclasping their belts to pull off their pants.

You moved to take your own clothes off when two sturdy hands stopped you.

"Let me," Steve mutters and though his voice was soft there was no denying the command behind it. "Just want you to sit back and look pretty for me, think you can do that baby?"

A brief nod of your head curls a smile up on his face as his hands took over your goal, pulling your shirt up and over your head and finishing off the last clasp of your bra that Bucky had left for him.

Your shorts are gone without a second thought and the air in the room has changed around it. It clings to your skin like the thick humidity of summer as you feel the eyes of both Steve and Bucky bore into your skin.

"What now?" You ask out of curiosity but there's a small waver of insecurity in your voice pushing through.

"Hands and knees for us baby." Steve guides you as turn onto your palms, your knees pressing into the mattress, Bucky's hands find the divet of your hips and holds you steady.

"You know the traffic lights pretty girl?" Bucky asks from behind you, his hands begin kneading the flesh of your hips and down to your thighs, giving every square inch it's deserved attention as he moves up to your ass.

Steve's eyes on you as Bucky feels you up sends a shiver of heat down your spine, the dual attention overriding your senses turning your thoughts into nothing more than TV static. "Mhm."

"Use your words." Bucky's hands dig into your ass and the slight pinch of his nails makes your breath hitch, you go to turn your head to look back at him when Steve's hand steadies your jaw forward.

"Eyes on me baby."

"Yes," You mumble as you lock eyes with Steve, mouth parting as he traces your lips. "Red, yellow and green."

Bucky grunts in what you guess is approval as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear. "What's your color pretty thing?"

"Green. So fucking green."

A dark breathy laugh leaves his lips as he pulls the fabric down, letting it pool around your knees as he steps back to admire with a deep breathe out.

"God Steve, you're gonna lose it when you see this perfect pussy."

Steve just smiles as he looks down at you, he'd been tracing your lips just barely pushing his thumb past the seam and onto the wet heat of your tongue before pulling it out to spread your saliva like lip gloss.

"I wonder how pretty this pussy will drip for me after I spank this ass for being so bratty."

Chills covered your entire body as your eyes fluttered, thighs aching and arms shaking without even a touch from either one of them. Steve, ever the gentleman, noticed your struggle and moved to the side and patted the length of his thigh. You didn't have to be told twice, your arms bending and tucked under you as you laid your head across his lap, your neck craning as you looked up as him brushing the hair from your face.

"I think eight will be a good reminder, don't you Steve?"

Steve kept stroking your hair back, his thumb just barely grazing your cheek "What do you think baby, you think you can be good for eight?"

You nodded your head against the skin of his thigh as a small yelp pushes past your lips, Bucky's hand leaving a startling stinging burn with a harsh smack on the swell of your ass.

"I thought I told you to use your words." Bucky's voice was flat and stern behind you, his fingers ghosting over the growing burn on your skin.

Your eyes fought to stay open as you looked up at Steve, his hand had moved from your hair down to your back, lightly stroking up and down your spine."Y-yes, I can be good for eight."

"Good."

Bucky wastes no time in doling it out, two more sharp smacks across your ass make you whimper into Steve's leg, the pain bleeding into pleasure and stirring up a searing heat in between your thighs.

"Think she's starting to like it, huh Buck?"

"Mm you should see the way her pussy clenches," He punctuates his sentence with another heavy slap, switching to the other side adding more burn. "So empty and desperate."

Steve's hand moves from your back to your stomach, splaying his wide hand across the soft skin just barely brushing below your belly button. "That right baby? You feeling needy for some more?"

Another echoing smack. "Greedy girl."

"Please," You mumbled into Steve's thighs, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth with a cry as Bucky lands an especially hard spank to your skin. "Please Stevie I need more."

"How could I ever say no to that beautiful face?"

Another gasp leaves your lips as Steve's hand dip past your stomach, middle and ring fingers brushing your clit before tracing the slit of your cunt. "So wet already, bunny."

You whimper and push into his fingers, aching for any further touch. Bucky sees and holds you in place with one hand, landing a ear piercing slap with the other.

"You want more then you beg for it like the little slut you are."

"P-please!" You sputter out, hands going numb under you from the angle but you couldn't care less, Steve's fingers were still gently caressing the slick of your folds and it had your thighs trembling. "Please Steve, please I need more I'll be good I promise."

Steve lets out a soft hum, his other hand carding your hair out of your face. "Mm you beg so pretty babygirl, how could I say no to that?"

The slip of his fingers inside of you is a feeling you don't think you'll ever forget, his wide middle and ring digits filling that desperate ache inside of you so perfectly you could cum on the spot just thinking of it. Bucky kneads the curve of your ass in time with Steve's movements, and the dual feelings of pleasure make you shudder and melt.

"Oh she definitely likes that Stevie," Bucky mocks, his condescending tone mixed with the heady touch of his hands digging into your sensitive ass makes you hiss and moan with each wave and pleasure and pain. "If you like this just wait until you get Steve's cock inside of you, he'll turn you into his little cockwhore in no time."

Their words buzz across your ears but nothing sticks, Steve's fingers reducing you down to a mumbling mess, the sweet curve of his middle finger as it brushes the outer edges of you g-spot as he hum sweet nothings to you carts any cohesive thought away to another land.

"Feel good babygirl?" He coos as he pushes his fingers in deeper, each drag of his finger pads across your walls makes you twitch as you frantically nod your head.

Another sharp slap to your ass brightens your senses, a whine spilling from your lips as you clench around Steve's fingers.

"Fuck," Steve breathes out, his fingers somehow finding a way further inside you. "Do that again Buck."

And he does. One harsh smack makes your thighs quiver and you tighten around Steve's fingers once again, making Steve groan in time with your whimper.

"Christ baby, gonna kill me and I haven't even had a taste yet."

On that note Bucky shifts behind you, his heavy shadow no longer looming over you as he moves around onto the bed. Steve helps you sit up, holding you by your waist as he pulls you toward the center of the bed, fluffing your pillows under you before meeting your lips in a fierce kiss.

"You felt so good squeezing my fingers bunny," He mutters against your lips, nipping your bottom lip and licking it smooth before moving down your jaw and throat, his lips leaving a light mark at every chance he got. "Can't wait to feel you cum on my face."

He kept on with his mission south, dragging his tongue over any bit of untouched skin he could find as he settled between you thighs, the scruff of his bread scratching you making you shiver.

"Stevie," You whine, your hand finding it's place running through his bourbon brown hair. "Please I want more."

A wide grin curls up on his face as he leans in to press a kiss to your inner thigh, the trail growing closer and closer until a stroke of his breath brushed across the heat of your cunt, goosebumps running over your thighs.

"Pussy so pretty babygirl," He mumbles with a kiss to your clit, making you jump and your thighs squeezing around his head, his left hand wrapping around one thigh to hold it apart as he licked you open. "Lemme in, just let me."

Two broad fingers pushed into you and knocked the air out fo your chest, your body going lax with pleasure as he slowly worked you open, lips enclosing around your clit as with soft licks and suction just as the gentleman he is.

"Fuck Stevie," His name was nothing but a soft whimper on your lips, hips rolling into his touch for more when you felt the bed dip with weight next to you.

"Eyes up here," Bucky's voice cut through your whines as he lifted your jaw up, fingers digging into your cheeks as you looked him over, the toned planes of his chest unable to keep your eyes from drifting down to his clothed free cock. "Don't think you get off the hook that easy."

He shifts around and before you can process his knees are on either side of your chest, pushing your breasts together as his cock stood at full mast in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight of him above you.

"What? You need an invitation?"

You wanted to scoff, to snap back with the same caliber of attitude he was giving you, but between Steve slowly curling his fingers inside you at the perfect angle you were at a loss with how perfectly presented he was to you right now. You start to shake your head before you remember your reprimands from earlier.

"No."

"Good girl, now open wide for me, let Bucky see that pretty mouth that loves to talk back."

Steve hasn't let up for a second, his mouth only giving you a relief to kiss across your thighs and sink his teeth into them before going back in with his teasing kitten licks. You oblige Bucky's command and open your mouth as a small moan slips out watching Bucky stroke himself once, twice before tapping his flushed tip against the width of your tongue.

He doesn't give you a second to beg for more before he's sliding his thick length into your mouth, one hand gripping the headboard above you as the other rests just next your head.

"Goddamn baby, that's it, let me put this mouth to good use."

Another small moan slips past, the heavy warmth of him dragging along the inside of you cheeks as you hollow them out combined with Steve lowering his fingers to slide his tongue alongside into your wet cunt makes your body scorch with pleasure.

Bucky's hand moves to the back of your head, lifting it up just enough so he can rut his hips forward to the back of your throat, wet sounds from your lips and thighs fill the room with muffled moans and sighs of pleasure from the two men.

"Fuck baby, I knew this mouth was good for something other than back talk. Mmph you look so good like this, bet you love having your mouth stuffed full while Stevie makes that pussy feel so good." His hand behind your head digs into your hair, pulling at the roots as you look up at him through water lined eyes.

You can't answer, and even if you could you'd have no rebuttal, you do love it and you never want it to stop. Steve wraps both arms around your thighs, holding you open as he presses one palm down onto your stomach, the pressure mixed with the twisting curl of his fingers snaps something in you.

A muffled cry slips from your mouth and vibrates along Bucky's cock, making him groan and push in farther. Your hips have their own agenda as you buck and grind into Steve through your orgasm, the added layer of his beard scratching at your thighs making you twice as sensitive.

"That's it, grind that pussy against Steve's face, be a good little slut for him."

Bucky's breath hitches in his throat and you can see the way his biceps tighten up so you double down, swirling your tongue every time he pulls back to the tip and hollowing your cheeks out when he pushes back in.

"I feel you trying to make me cum," He groans as he slows his hips to long and deep thrusts, each push in hitting the back of your throat before he pulls out completely. "Only good girls get cum down their throat, and you've been nothing but bad."

A pouty whine slips past your lips as he gets off your chest, your hands trying to follow him away before they're caught in Steve's grip and held down to your sides as he slowly crawled up your body.

"What's wrong bunny? Why're you poutin'?"

"Bucky's mean to me."

Steve smiles as he nudges your thighs further apart with his knees. "Is that right? You want me to give him a stern talking to?"

You nod dramatically and scoot down to flush your thighs to his, your eyes trailing down on him for the first time tonight to see his equally impressive length. For a split second everything hits you all at once and worry crashes over you.

"That's not gonna fit Steve."

Steve just smiles as he gently repositions you, hooking one leg around his waist and bringing the other up to rest against his chest. "Shh, don't you worry about a thing sweet girl."

Bucky chimes in next to you, grabbing your jaw and tilting it towards him. "You're gonna take it all and you're gonna thank him for every inch."

You nod and for the first time tonight you don't get reprimanded for it, rather he leans down and presses his lips to yours, his tongue pushing past to tangle with yours as his hands squeezed at the flesh of your breasts and pinched the peak of your nipples.

"Color?" Steve asks with a gentle squeeze to your thigh, his cock twitching and lightly tapping your cunt.

"Don't stop." You moan with a roll of your hips.

Getting lost in the touch of Bucky you hardly register the feeling of Steve's cock brushing over your clit until it slips further between your folds, just teasing your entrance. Bucky shifts down to lay next to you, moving his lips down to pull a nipple into his mouth a with a sly wink up towards you.

"Buck-ah!" Your words die off with croak of a moan as Steve sinks into you, your thighs instinctively trying to close at the breach of pressure before he grabs the back of your knee and holds you open.

"Ah ah," Bucky chided as he pulled off your breast with a pop to nip and pull at the peak. "Say thank you."

"T-thank you." You hardly manage before another broken moan cuts you off, your head lulling back into the pillows as Steve pushes in further, each inch feeling impossible to bear.

Bucky moves back to kiss your neck as his hand slips down to your clit, just barely ghosting circles over it. "For what?"

"For your— fuck, for every inch of your cock."

"Mm you're welcome bunny," Steve adds with a feather light kiss to your forehead, his breath fanning across your face as he slides in to the hilt with a single thrust, making you both moan in time. "Shit, I should be thanking you pretty girl, you feel so fuckin' good."

Steve's voice, along with everything else in the world, fall away. Nothing registers past the feeling of his cock stretching you through and through, each small shift of his hips pulling pitiful whimpers from your lips as he ruts into you at devastatingly slow pace.

"Aw cmon Stevie," Bucky pouts playfully as he dips his fingers down to where you and Steve meld, the tips of his fingers brushing Steve's cock as his palm presses against your clit making you twitch at the contact. "I know you can fuck harder than that."

Steve doesn't reply, not verbally at least, a small grunt is all that slips out before he's leaning over you, bending your leg to your chest as he grips the headboard in his free hand he pulls out until just the curve of his head is resting inside you before thrusting back in.

A breathless gasp pushes from your lungs as your hands scramble for something solid, landing in the flesh of Steve's bicep as he fucks you blissfully senseless, every snap of his hips winding a tight coil within you.

"S-shit Steve, feels so good— god please don't stop baby."

As if he'd ever. Not with the way your cunt had squeezed around him, selfish and desperately begging for more right alongside you. Lulling your head to the side your eyes catch the small movement from your vanity, it was Bucky, leaning back in the chair with his fist closed around his cock with moving with short and slow strokes.

"You see Bucky sweetheart? See how hard we made him?"

You nod lazily, mind near empty as your eyes fixated on him, your hand extending across the mattress out to him. "Bucky.."

Bucky just smiles at your whine, but you don't miss the way his legs twitch, his chest rising and falling in quick fashion as he times his strokes to Steve's thrusts. Your eyes lock onto each others and it sends a fire over your whole body, any shy or shameful part of you withering away under Bucky's eyes and Steve's touch.

"Gonna be good for him just like you're good for me? Show him how pretty our girl looks when she cums?"

Another pathetic nod as you watch Bucky, your eyes darting from his lips to his cock. "Wanna cum so bad."

"Fuck," Bucky barely mutters, his hips just barely ticking upwards. "Make her cum Steve, lemme see."

With a grunt of agreement Steve leans back, grabbing a pillow from the side and holding your legs together to his chest as he lifted you up and slid it under you. It was a brief pause but it was enough to make you whimper craving more, your hips pushing up against Steve's thighs as he settled in the new position, making you wait even longer as he let his eyes linger over you.

"Please," You whine in a whisper, hands moving up to your chest kneading and pulling the pebbled bud of your nipples. Bucky hisses through his teeth, no doubt in restraint as he slows his strokes.

"Please what, bunny?"

Mouth open to respond he thrusts all the way back in, any words now turned to muddled gibberish as he leans back, allowing your hips to tilt up and perfectly nail each drag of his cock to that sweet spot deep inside of you that makes your toes curl.

"Oh f-fuck," Bucky's voice from the side of you, his lip caught between his teeth as he basically fucks his hand. "Cmon Steve, make her cum so hard she won't know what's you or her, pet that pretty little clit until she's creaming around you."

Bucky's words hit you and Steve at the same caliber as he reaches down to slip his thumb past your lips, gathering up the pooling saliva and centering it right against the aching bundle of nerves between your thighs, making you squirm under him.

"There you go, just like that." You don't know if the praise was for you or Steve but it made your skin tingle all the same. Steve takes kindly to it, his free hand digging into the soft skin of your thighs as he drives into you, the slick slip of his cock in and out of you filling the air.

Your bodies tune into each others, your thighs twitch and walls tighten as Steve's thrusts turn uneven and sloppy as you both chase a so desperately needed high.

"Come on babygirl, cum for me I know you want to, jus' give it to me."

The press of his thumb in one tight circle on your clit snaps that coil, your back arching with a piteous moan of his name, your cunt clenching like a vice around him as he pulls you through it with each thrust. He splits your legs on each shoulder as he hunches over you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head with a flutter as he ruts into you through his own orgasm, spilling every hot and slick drop deep inside of you as he fills you up with a delicious gravelly groan of your name.

You both go lax in the afterglow, your legs falling to the sides as Steve holds himself up above you, your body is buzzing with aftershocks, every inch of you sore but you conjure up enough strength to loop your arm around his neck and pull him flush to you completely.

He lets out a deep hum, hands slipping under you as he momentarily puts his full weight on you. The pressure mixed with the warmth of his cum slowly slipping out of you crashes another wave of fatigue over you, your eyes lulling shut.

Movement stirs your eyes open, Steve holds you firm as he rolls the two over you over, making you makeshift straddle him as he lays back on the headboard. You give him a soft puzzled look before you feel the bed dip behind you, a familiar set of hands running up your sides.

"You know you and Stevie look pretty good together," Bucky murmurs with a gentle tug to the lobe of your ear. "Making all those sweet noises for him."

You lean your weight back against him, head falling back on his shoulder as his licks and kisses his mark onto the column of your throat.

"Gonna make the same little whimpers and moans for me, huh?"

His hands switch between running up your chest between your breasts and down the crease of your inner thigh, just letting his touch wander aimlessly. You soon grow fidgety, hips shifting trying to touch him to brush his cock closer to where you want him most.

"So needy already? What, Steve didn't fuck you good enough?"

"Just want you, Buck please." You mumble with a pout, turning your head to meet him in a kiss. He obliges, humming into you as one of his hands leaves your body, the distinct warmth fading away. You want to pout, jut that lip out in hopes he'll bite it back in and go back to touching you, yet when you pull away and open your eyes your met with a mouth watering sight.

Bucky's hand, the one you almost whined over, was wrapped around Steve's cock. Slow, steady little strokes that twist at the top before going back down leave both you and Steve breathless.

"What'sa matter? Thought you told Steve you were gonna be good for me. Good girls don't whine."

You stifle the irony of another whine, your eyes glazed over as you sunk back to keep watching. Steve's brows with lightly furrowed and his lips hardly parted, just enough to let those breathy little sounds out, each soft whine sending a searing heat between your thighs.

"Bucky," His name is tumbling from your lips before you can help it, hands itching at your sides.

"Hm?"

"Can I touch myself?" He lets out a pleased hum, pressing himself up against you and you exhale in hopes of his allowment.

"No."

There's no holding back the pout this time, you're on the verge of complaining when the air around you shifts, Bucky's hand digging into your hip as he pulls you flush to him. "Sit up Steve."

He does and once he's where Bucky wants him he turns your head for another kiss, this one is bold and bare, all tongue with a graze of teeth before he pulls you away from him.

"Bucky please I need—"

"Need what?" He cuts you off with a knowing smirk. "Need me to touch you? Kiss you? Fuck you like the greedy girl you are?" His hand traces up your spine before gently pushing you down, you flow with gravity and land on your palms right between Steve's thighs.

"Show me you can take it then." The angle change sends chills across your back as you look up at Steve, his face is still flushed with knitted brows and a maddening hard on, you get the sense that he feels just on display as you do.

The slight wave of insecurity is broken by the feeling of Bucky's thumb brushing through the slit of your cunt, just barely pushing in as the rest of his fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass.

"Color."

Your answer comes in actions rather than words as you lean down to capture Steve's length in your mouth, humming at the heavy feel of him and the deep groan that rumbles in his chest. Bucky just scoffs to himself and you're more than sure that he and Steve are sharing another infamous silent conversation right now.

Any chance to reprimand them for it is out the window when Bucky sheathes himself inside you, every inch deliciously filling you to the brim in one deep swift motion that makes you gasp around Steve's cock.

"Shit," Bucky moans and it's pure music to your ears. "God you're right Steve, our girl feels so damn good."

Bucky fucks nothing like Steve. Steve held a pattern, a rhythmic sense to each push and pull of his hips, Bucky is relentlessly fierce, with the determined goal to unravel you from within. You've already made a mess of Steve's cock, face wet with drool and tears as Bucky splits you open, every thrust pushing you to take Steve in further.

"C-careful Buck," Steve stammered out, each hollow of your cheeks making his breath hitch. "Don't wanna break her."

Bucky hums out a laugh, his hands set on your hips pulling you back into him. "Think she wants to be broken Stevie, bet I don't even have to do anything."

To prove his point he stops mid thrust, a garbled whine sounding around Steve's cock. "You want it so badly, take it greedy girl."

You surface for air, spit strings connecting you and Steve as you look back at Bucky who's making no effort to keep moving. A small groan escapes as you start to roll your hips back, starting a slow and shaky pace that pulls moans from all three of you.

"That's it, go on and fuck yourself on this cock." He adds a spank to your ass for emphasis that only makes his knees weak as you clench around him. "Shit, feels so good keep going baby."

After a few moments of coordinating motions you finally find it, that dream pace, your hand steadily jerking Steve's cock as you push and grind into Bucky's, thighs trembling with each smack as the heat of pain blooms across your ass.

"Such a pretty little cockwhore we have Stevie, fucking herself so good." Bucky's voice has dissolved into something utterly irresistible, a low and scratchy tone that scatters chills over your body.

Steve lets out another gracious moan, his rich baritone voice humming through you as he grabs your jaw and lifts you up for a kiss, licking and loving the taste of himself from your mouth. "Even prettier from this side."

"P-please," You whimper into him with a broken moan, your hips burning with ache as you try keep up. "I can't— fuck, I can't anymore, please Buck, Stevie."

"You want Bucky to take over bunny, is that it?"

You nod fervently, your head heavy in his hand as he give you another quick kiss before guiding back down to his lap, letting your head rest in the crux of his thigh. Bucky shifts behind you, spreading your thighs even more as he ruts deep into you with an animalistic fervor.

"This what you wanted? Got tired of doing it yourself and wanted Bucky to use you like the good little fucktoy you are?"

Staggered breaths fell from your lips, eyes nearly in the back of your head, your body a live wire crackling in a storm, waiting for that one lightning bolt to strike.

"God this pussy's so good baby, never gonna let anyone take it from us again, gonna be our good girl from now on."

"Hear that baby?" Steve cooed as he stroked away the hair that stuck to the drool in the corner of your mouth, eyes soft as if he were looking at a masterpiece being made rather than inelegant unraveling of your very being. "Bucky and I are gonna take good care of you."

"B-bucky.. so close." You barely whimper before another smack is landed on your ass, your body tensing and relishing in the pain all at once.

"Take Stevie down your throat and I'll let you cum."

You don't hesitate, lifting your head up and wrapping your lips back around Steve, glancing up at him to watch his head fall back. With a deep breath through your nose you relax your throat, taking as much of him as you can while your fist makes up for the rest, head bobbing in time to Bucky's thrusts.

"Fuck, I feel you baby, squeezing me so tight. Gonna milk every last drop outta me, huh? Take it all like you took Stevie's, with a fucking smile on your face."

A sputter of a moan echoes out as your thighs tremble, bright heat soaring across every nerve in your body as your orgasm rips through you, tears pricking your waterline as Bucky follows you over, two more searing smacks on your ass punctuate his high. Steve's hand sweeps your hair to the back of your neck, fisting a handful as he graciously holds your head up as he ruts his hips into your mouth, lashes stuck together as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

The salty drip of precum hits your tongue first as not soon after you feel each rope spurt hitting the back of you're throat as you swallowed around him, not letting a single drip out as he pulls you off and lets your head fall back down on his thigh.

Bright white circles spot across your vision as your eyes flicker open. Your brows furrow as you look around, you're laying on Steve's chest with a solid warmth behind you.

"There you are, hey pretty girl." Steve's voice fully brings you back as you sit up slightly, an arm around your waist holding you in place as you look back to see Bucky spooned up against you, eyes low lidded with a small smirk as you settled back into place.

"How you feeling?"

"Good."

"Just good?" Bucky teased from behind you, earning a flick from Steve and a small laugh from all.

"Definitely more than good."

"Good." Steve echoes out with a kiss to your forehead, pulling both you and Bucky closer in. A few moments of quiet pass by and as much as sleep is calling your name there's another, stronger presence nagging at the back of your mind.

"Guys?"

They both hum in response and you almost laugh, baffled by how similar they go back to being after such polar opposites.

"What.. happens now?"

Steve's arm tightens around you as he scoots impossibly closer. "Whatever you want. You want us gone in the morning just say the word."

"And if I don't?"

"Then we'll be right here when you wake up." Bucky answers as he switches off the table lamp, the soft glow in the room giving way to cool darkness that soothes your bones from within as both men hold you tight.

"And in the morning you'll be kissing me so sweet while begging to be Steve's little bunny again while he ruins you from the inside out."

fin.

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