best teacher - frat!stucky
in which frat boy bucky barnes teaches his sweet little frat pledge how to be a man contains: frat!bucky, pledge!steve, alcohol, threesome (mfm), fingering, spitting, squirting, p in v, blowjobs, HELLA voyeurism, idk how frats or initiation or hazing work word count: 6506 notes: this can be standalone or read with the other frat!buck fics. i love frat!bucky pls ask me to write more i will
You’re sitting in class when your phone rings, your cute bubbly ringtone interrupting your professor's lecture. A dozen and one pair of eyes land on you as you fumble to turn your ringer off. It’s an unknown number, so you turn your phone off, drop it into your bag and try to ignore the embarrassment flaming in your neck.
When you finally get out of class, you notice a few more calls from the number, and a text message too. “call me!!!” You’re curious so you press the number to redial.
You’re rummaging through your bag for your room key while the phone rings. Once, twice, you think the other end won’t pick up. When you finally hear a “hello?” it almost scares you.
“Uhm. Who’s this?” you ask, recognizing the voice but not truly knowing who it was.
“Are you kidding me, princess? It’s only your favorite guy.”
You giggle, “Hi, Bucky.” You know he’s probably just messing with you, playing with your heart and pussy before he moves on to the next girl, but you can’t help it when his attention straight goes to your head and your cunt.
So what if the campus fuckboy might be using you? Who are you to say no? He makes you feel pretty and special and lets you stay the night in his bed. You’ve never had to make your walk of shame in the middle of the night, only in the morning or in his pickup truck after lunch.
Maybe he’s not using you, maybe he really does like you and just doesn’t know how to tell you. Thats a fat load of shit, you think to yourself.
“How’d you get my number?” you ask, because in all the times you’ve seen Bucky, you’ve never once gotten his number or given him yours.
“I just asked around. Don’t worry about it. What are you doing tonight?” he asks, you can tell he doesn’t have a care in the world, probably sitting in his dorm with his feet propped up on the desk, twirling his pen with more focus than talking to you on the phone.
“Uhm. I think just studying. I have a chem test next week.”
“Boooo!” Bucky jeers. “You’re coming to my party tonight. Wear something nice, kay? One of your cute little skirts.”
You pause, really? James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, the star quarter back on thousands of dollars of athletic scholarships wants you at his party?
Well, who are you to say no?
“Yeah, okay!” You smile happily, giggling into your phone. Bucky wanted to hang out with you? And he noticed your outfits? It was a good day to be you.
“Good, I’ll see you there, babe.”
You head back to your dorm, finally grabbing your keys out of your bag before you make it to the door.
You can hear your roommate and suitemates making noise before your key even enters the door. One of them hears you fumbling and opens it for you.
Wanda opens the door for you, smiling and greeting you before you hear Natasha shouting from the bathroom.
“Hey girl! How was class?” You can smell the burnt hair and Natasha’s perfume wafting through the air.
“It was good!” You start to giggle. “You’ll never guess who called me!”
“Who?” Nat calls back, setting her curling iron down to peer past the door frame and talk to you.
“Bucky! He got my number somehow. He wants me to come to his party tonight!”
Nat smiles at you, you’re practically shaking with excitement, zero clue what Bucky wanted from you. Maybe a little clue. You knew what guys like Bucky were after, your dad had warned you almost every single day of the summer leading up to your freshman year of college. Guys like him only want one thing. But maybe what he wanted was a chance to spend some time with you and your awesome personality?
“Are you even gonna go? You didn’t seem too happy the last time we dragged you out. Nat practically had to pull you out of bed and dress you.” Your suite mate scowls, jealous that the campus heartthrob is asking you to the party. You don’t even notice her disdain. Wanda just laughs at the other girl, ignoring the aura of jealousy that radiates from her.
“Yeah! He told me he wanted me to wear a skirt. Plus it seems like fun!” you turn to Natasha who’s back to curling her long red hair. “Nat, can you help me with my makeup? Maybe my hair?”
“Of course babe.” She smiles, while your suitemate sulks.
The party’s already started, but you and Nat are still in your shared room getting ready. She told you that you couldn’t show up on time to the party because that meant you were early. You just listened to her, she knew a lot more about partying than you.
Originally, you’d tried to show Nat the outfit you’d picked out, but she just laughed and smiled at you. In that loving non-teasing way she does. Your choice of a cute cardigan and a pleated skirt was vetoed by Nat and Wanda. Wanda told you to just put on whatever Nat threw at you because you were not going to a study session at the library with the ‘nerd club,’ you were going to Bucky Barnes’s party with a personal invitation.
You ended up borrowing one of her going out tops, pairing it with a short black mini skirt from the bottom of your drawer. Nat had given it to you the first week of the semester, thinking you’d be partying with her and seeing it was your size.
It’d never seen the light of day, or the gleam of the night, but today was its chance.
Your top was way more revealing than anything you’d ever worn, the deep red flooding your body, hugging your curves and breasts, and leaving not much to the imagination. The black miniskirt almost had your ass hanging out, but you kept fiddling with it until it felt right.
You’d tried to put on a pair of spandex to cover yourself a bit more, but Nat said it ruined the outfit because the shorts were sticking out, so you listened. You listened when she threw a pair of shoes at you, and you listened when she did your makeup and said you were gonna be the prettiest girl there. You listened when she teased you for all the dick you were going to get tonight, even when the dark red of your shirt blended into your hot blushing skin.
Nat had finally decided it was time for you two to leave, so you grabbed your phone and headed out the door with her.
You started to text Bucky that you were on your way before Nat told you to stop.
“He doesn’t need to know, keep him waiting, guessing. Let him think you’re not coming.”
“But why? That’s mean! I told him I’d be there.”
“Just listen to me babe. Okay?” You nodded, not understanding but trusting her.
You arrived at the frat house, the party already in full swing. The lights were flashing, music pumping, and you thought you could already smell something nasty coming from the house, but you ignored it.
Nat quickly dashed off to find one of her girlfriends, blowing you a kiss and leaving you alone in the middle of the crowded room.
You debated texting Bucky to come find you, but Nat’s voice in your head told you not to. Told you that you didn’t want to look desperate, but was it desperate to seek out the guy who invited you? You didn’t know, so instead you found your way towards the snacks.
There was a brother standing at a table, chatting up some pretty blonde and offering her a drink. You stepped up to ask for one.
“Oh heyyy, I know you! I’ve seen that video Buck’s got.” He looked at you, passing you a tall can. “I heard that Bucky invited you. We all didn’t think you’d show up!”
You laugh sheepishly, ready to go into your spiel about how he’d asked you but you cut yourself off. They didn’t need to know everything. But then you wonder, what video could he be talking about?
“Here’s a drink, hon. Buck’s around here somewhere.”
The thought of whatever video fades away, you smiled and thanked him, cracking open the can and taking a sip, before literally spitting it out. It tasted like TV static, the fruits on the front of the can lying to you about their involvement. You awkwardly set the drink on a random table, choosing instead to follow the music.
Someone bumped into you, spilling one of their drinks all over you.
“Fuck! I’m sorry girl. Here, have some of this, I’m so sorry.” The girl offered a bottle to you. Her empty solo cup now all over your outfit. It smelled strong, but she seemed nice, so you took a swig from the bottle she offered you. The taste of rubbing alcohol filled your nose, burning your nostrils and throat on the way down. You coughed as your eyes watered. You tried to fan yourself to stop the tears that would definitely ruin all of Nat’s hard work.
The girl laughed at you, asking “Never had vodka?” You shake your head. “Here. Go over to that table over there. There’s one guy giving out seltzers that suck but there’s another table with a mixed punch thingie. Jungle juice I guess, probably more up to your speed.” She’s close to your ear, but still yelling over all the voices and music.
You follow her advice. There was a table opposite the first one you went to. There were a few brothers at the table, a large punch bowl, and a large stack of red solo cups. One of the guys notices you and pours a cup for you, handing it to you while he whispers to the other guys at the table. You ignore the whispers of “Bucky” “What’s her name?” and “that video.”
You take a sip of the drink, fruity punch flavor coating your mouth and a slight burn traveling down your throat. It’s fruity, sweet, and there’s something else you can’t figure out.
You soon found yourself in the middle of the crowd, body swaying to the music, letting yourself have fun. You didn’t care where Bucky or Nat were, you were doing your own thing, whatever your own thing was, and trying to make it seem like you knew what you were doing. (Does anyone here really know what they’re doing?) There was foggy smoke all around you, smelling somewhat herbal but also kind of gross, but you just ignored it. You had your fruity little drink in hand, music in your ears, and not a care in the world. Nat would be proud of you, letting lose and getting down.
Two hands found your waist, your ass, and slid up your sides. You turned around quickly before seeing who it was. You smiled.
“Hey Buck!” A smile crossing your face, whatever was in your drink had you feeling a little looser, louder, more talkative. Your hands trailed up Bucky’s arms as you both swayed to the music. His thick muscular biceps felt electric under your soft dainty fingers. His eyes raked over your body, staring at you like a predator who’s locked eyes on it’s newest prey. Animalistic and heavy. His eyes trailed from your pretty little tipsy smile to the shiny necklace placed perfectly between your tits, to the sticky sweet borrowed red shirt, to your itsy bitsy little black mini skirt that definitely had your ass on display for the entire party.
“I started to think you weren’t coming, sweet cheeks.” Bucky smiled, hands roaming your body wherever they pleased. His hands settled on your waist with a possessive manner. He smelled like the clouds of smoke in the room, and his breath smelled like beer.
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I could’ve texted you!” You replied anxiously, going to open your phone and show him the text you’d planned to send to him. Bucky just laughed.
“It’s all good doll. No need to fret.” He laughs as he spins you, your ass straight on his bulging crotch. Your body feels so loose you can’t help but grind on him to the beat of the music, feeling yourself, feeling him, feeling the vibrations of the bass has your body all hot and sweaty in more ways than one.
You guys dance for awhile, letting Bucky’s hands roam aimlessly while he mindlessly flicks through his phone, seemingly waiting on something.
Bucky pulls you into his arms and leans into your ear, whispering soft and sensual,
“You ready babe? I wanted to have some fun with you tonight.” He grins at you devilishly, eyes flickering with something more than just fun.
You smile and nod as his hand slips into yours, dragging you through the sweaty bodies and off the dance floor. He cornered you in a somewhat quiet hallway, pushing you gently against the wall before his hand cupped your face.
“I’m glad you listened to me,” he starts, words in between soft gentle kisses on the side of your neck. You drop your mostly empty cup on the floor while your hands fly to Bucky’s bicep and pitch black hair. You hum quietly as he decorates your neck with his spit. Lips, tongue, teeth, your neck is bared to all.
“Well you asked me to come and wear a skirt. Nat told me I wasn’t allowed to wear one of my normal skirts. I had a cute little black one picked out with my purple cardigan but Wanda told me I couldn’t wear it. I hope this is okay…” Bucky cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. He grabs your ass with primal need as you yelp helplessly.
“It’s perfect baby. Seeing you on that dance floor with your ass out for the entire party gave me a boner.” He whispers into your ear, you giggle helplessly. “Made me want to take you right there on the DJ table and show the whole party who you belong to.”
“Bucky!” You cry out, hiding your face in your hands.
“What? I’m just telling the truth!” he laughs, biting your earlobe playfully.
“But thats dirty!” You squeal as your face heats up, still covered by the safety net of your hands.
“Not as dirty as all the things we’re about to do, doll.” Bucky flashes that playboy smile at you, melting your knees and your pussy sooner than you can ask what things you’re doing.
He takes you by the hand again, furiously texting on his phone with the other.
You quickly made it to a room you recognized as Bucky’s, remembering the last time you were here made your face and your core heat up.
“So uhm, what did you have in mind?” You ask awkwardly, you’re fiddling with the hem of your skirt, really noticing how tiny it is now.
“Well sweets, I got this friend, one of our new pledges, he needs some help. Thought you and I could help him.”
You smiled sheepishly, you were always willing to help people!
But then, you weren’t exactly sure how this was helping.
You were laid on Bucky’s bed, knees up in the air as Bukcy was rubbing your clit through your underwear. You were already soaking wet while he talked to his friend.
You’d seen him before, a skinny little blonde boy who always sat in the front of the class, always ready to help the teacher or any student with anything. Never thought you’d see him in this setting, with him looking at your cute underwear up your skirt. Your pretty pink panties on display for both boys, and practically anyone who could walk into the room.
“Look Steve, I’m barely even touching her and you can see how already wet she is through her panties.” Steve nodded, almost ready to pull out a pencil and paper to take notes. “Gotta find a girl like this, but they’re not very easy to come by. I got lucky with this one.” Bucky continues to play with your clit, pointing out the growing wet spot on your pretty pink panties.
Bucky’s pace is tortuously slow, letting Steve watch the way your legs shook and the soft moans you let out. You were biting your lip to hold back your noises, nervous with the new person in the room, or maybe it was the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment. But that also kind of turned you on. You weren’t really sure how to feel right now, all your blood and hormones traveling straight to your pussy.
Bucky notices the strain on your face, his hands stop and he caresses your leg tenderly, comforting, not at all evil. “Come on pretty girl, let him know how good it feels when I touch you like this. Poor Steve’s probably never gonna get some pussy. This is as close as he’ll ever get to one. You’re helping him a lot, sweets.” Bucky coos, patting your thigh as you twitch helplessly.
Bucky presses down harder, making his circles tighter, giving delicious pressure to your clit through your panties. You let out a loud moan, and a pathetic Buckyy pleaseee.
“Look Steve.” Bucky had pulled your underwear to the side, showing your glistening pussy. You were practically dripping already, your panties and Bucky’s fingers soaked.
“Wow Buck, she’s so wet!” Steve exclaimed.
Bucky stopped touching you momentarily, leaving you whining. You felt cold air on your pussy before you even registered that he’d taken your panties off. He pressed your knees to your chest, putting your entire pussy on display.
You could see the toes of your shoes just beyond your knees, you wrapped your arms tightly around them. Pressing your thighs together just a little bit of friction.
“Look Steve, could practically shove two fingers into this pussy. Barely even needs to be stretched, go on Steve, give it a try. You good with that, princess? I know I’m the only one who’s ever touched you there but I’m sure Steve will be gentle.” You let out a soft yes, back arching when Steve stuck one finger into your pussy.
“Woah.”
Bucky laughs, “You’re finally touching some pussy, man. Maybe little Stevie won’t die a virgin.”
“So, like what do I do? How do I make her feel… good?” Steve’s eyes can’t pick a spot to look at, your puffy pulsing pussy, your aching quivering legs, or a Bucky’s icy commanding gaze.
“However you want, this girl loves fucking anything. It’s why it’s good to pick out a virgin, they’re new and everything feels good.Try something.”
The air goes still, and you peek between your legs to see that Bucky’s grabbed Steve’s fingers, placed them in his own mouth, and is decorating his fingers with his saliva.
It’s incredibly hot.
Even more so when Steve’s spit covered fingers enter your sloppy pussy, you can’t help but quiver and shake as your pussy pulses around his fingers.
Steve slowly moves his finger in and out of your pussy, relishing the moans and slickness your body lets out. The way your pussy is glistening in the lowlight has Steve mesmerized. The sight alone has him pulled in, and the way your pussy sucks his finger back in has him close to cumming in his pants.
You hear Bucky and Steve conversing, lost in your own pleasure and you can’t find a map to bring you to be able to understand.
You whine when Steve’s finger leaves your gaping hole, even one finger has you feeling full, and so empty when it’s gone. No wonder you’re so obsessed with Bucky’s cock.
Bucky lets your legs rest, opening them up to show the top of your pussy. He pulls at the top, pulling the hood of your vulva up and exposing your clit to the cold air. You shiver at the feeling, squealing when Bucky playfully blows on it.
“See that? That’s her clit. She fucking loves getting that played with. That’s where I was touching her through those cute panties. Give her some love, spit on it.”
“But, why? She’s so wet, does she need it?” Steve questions, curious but willing.
“No, but she wants it. I bet her poor pussy is squeezing at the thought of it. Right, pretty girl?”
You’re too out of it to answer, letting all the pleasure go to your head, it flows through your veins like a deadly poison, infecting ever inch of your body until you can’t breathe.
It upsets Bucky when you don’t answer, enough for him to give you a quick back handed slap to your clit. His knuckles catch on your clit, making it feel that much better. You let out a little yelp whine, before trying to pay more attention to Bucky’s words.
“I’m trying to teach here, baby girl.” He chides. “You like when I spit on this tight little pussy, right babe?” He asks again.
You whine out, “Y-yes Bucky! It feels so good!” You manage to get out, the words heavy and cotton on your honeyed tongue.
“Good girl,” and that has you pussy clenching on air (the boys noticed) “See Steve. This is how lucky I got with this one. She likes everything and knows how to listen.”
Steve nods intently, still itching to dive back deep into your pussy. To study it like he does his textbooks, to trace every curve and bend with his fingers, or his tongue. To study the noises and the twitching of your pleasure.
“Sometimes you might have a girl who needs a little extra lube, or you get the ones like this who could cum at the thought of you spitting on her. Go on, Steve.”
You hear the sound of Steve spitting, the wetness landing almost directly on your asshole.
“Well damn Steve. Work on your aim!” Bucky teases him, before spitting directly on your clit. It gives you a jolt, your pussy clenching around nothing, again.
“Touch her right there Steve, that little nub. She’ll be screaming in seconds once you give her some attention.” Bucky instructs. “I mean, you remember what a mess she was when she had her panties on!”
Steve listens to him, touching your neglected clit. He barely taps it, just a gentle nudge, but your entire body shakes with a loud moan.
“Mmph! Fuck!” You cry out, as Steve plays with your clit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, just rubbing aimlessly. It’s messy, it’s sloppy, it’s novice, but it feels so good.
“Legs up slut. Steve needs a better angle.” Bucky pushes your legs back up, making you hold your knees to your chest.
Your legs are spread open wide, like Steve and Bucky are about to study for an anatomy test, of your pussy.
“You gotta put some effort into it if you want her to cum. Like this.” Bucky pushed Steve’s hand away, replacing his softer, nerdy, fingers with Bucky’s more callous, athletic, ones.
While Steve’s fingers were studying you, taking their time to bring you to the top, Bucky’s fingers are dominating, pushing you up that hill of ecstasy.
You feel two fingers glide across your clit, rubbing in a circle motion. It has you moaning and bucking your hips, begging for Bucky to give you more.
Bucky goes faster, and you feel a familiar finger enter your tight hole. Now that Bucky and Steve have been playing with your clit and fanning the flames of your arousal, it’s not enough stimulation, you’re so used to Bucky’s huge cock.
“Please! Buck! Steve! I need more!” You cry out, hips bucking like a mechanical bull. Bucky laughs at your begging.
“Give her another finger Steve, since she’s been such a good girl.”
Suddenly two fingers are messily thrusting into your pussy, Bucky speeds up his fingers, instructing Steve how to do exactly what he’s doing.
“Flip your hand over so your palms up, yeah good boy Stevie.” Bucky teases, but you can feel the flutter of his fingers and hear the tiny whimper he lets out, and it just turns you on even more.
“Okay now, move your fingers like you’re trying to pull her closer.” Steve manages to hit your g spot just right in a way that has you screaming and begging to cum.
Your saccharine whines and begs are like a symphony to their ears, both boys are desperate for anything and everything.
“God Buck, she’s so- Fuck man I’m hard.” Steve lets out, panting heavily, embarrassment seeping into his voice, it drips through his words like honey and milk, sweet and ambrosial. His tone makes him sound like an ashamed little puppy dog, sad, submissive, ready to learn. Makes your wet pussy even wetter. The thought of sweet Steve Rogers embarrassed by pitching a tent while just playing with your pussy has your core burning. Your pussy is practically drooling at the thought of Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s domination ready to rip you to shreds.
“Go ahead, Steve, pull your dick out. I’m sure she’ll give it some love later. She’s a good girl.”
Your pussy loses Steve’s fingers as he quickly unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, you hear a hiss as fingers enter your cunt again. Steve is panting as he slowly jerks his cock to fingering your cunt. Your pussy tightens even more, so incredibly turned on by the thought of it and you can’t even see it.
You can’t see the way soft, long, slender fingers slowly stroke Steve’s dick, which is practically making a puddle of precum on the floor. You don’t see the way his mouth is agape at the sight of your pussy being abused by two different men.
You don’t see the way Bucky’s thicker calloused fingers wrap around Steve’s soft thin fingers, and how he helps his underclassment stroke his own cock. You don’t see the way Steve almost draws blood biting his lower lip to hold back his sweet soft salacious moans. You don’t see Steve’s soft blue eyes lock into Bucky’s icy hard ones, or the way both boys are torn between staring at each other or your velvety folds.
The unmistakable coil in your gut is tightening, your body is practically vibrating with pleasure. Your fingers find purchase in the sheets, pretty manicured nails almost ripping holes in the cheap university provided fabric.
You can barely form the words as they fly off your tongue. “Buck- shit. I’m so close! I’m gonna cum. I’mgonnacum!” Bucky and Steve’s fingers are working together to bring you to orgasm, the perfect combination to have you unraveling.
It hits you hard, like bright paint splattering a canvas. Splatters of red passion, pink lust, and white ecstasy mixing in your mind, body and blood, all over the walls. Your body tenses as the release of pleasure has your pussy clenching so hard it forces Steve’s fingers out, Bucky’s entire hand is rubbing your clit now like a mad man.
After being hit by a train, Bucky still doesn’t stop. His fingers practically vibrate over your clit, nonstop movement despite you screaming “oh god!” “too much!” and “Bucky please!” Your body is tight and you can feel the pleasure building up. You don’t see as Bucky grabs Steve’s hand, but you feel the way Steve’s fingers enter your pussy again as Bucky tortures your clit.
You’re screaming, panting, sobbing, loud enough that the entire party can hear you, but the boys don’t relent.
The pressure and pleasure don’t stop until your orgasm overtakes you, your legs tense and your body tightens and you squirt all over the boys.
Steve hears and feels it before he sees it. He hears the wet hot squelching of his fingers crooked into your g-spot, deep, spongy, and pleasure filled. Steve almost gasps, watching you gush around his fingers. Bucky’s moan is deep, long, and low as his figure-eighting fingers collide with your long steady stream of ecstasy.
The way you scream is sexually depraved, your back is arched so high it could snap into two, your legs are so tense you could pull a muscle. It’s the best most intense feeling you’d ever had.
The boys watch in unison as one last spurt trickles out and around Steve’s finger. He’s so overwhelmed by his studious stupor that he can’t help but dive in and get a taste, tongue savoring and studying your juices. He’s got one hand holding your leg, his other hand tormenting your poor pussy. His mouth replaces Bucky's fingers as he practically licks you clean.
You’re still trying to calm yourself from your high, but the boys don’t care. You feel Steves mouth move away, his tongue relenting from its afflictions, just to be replaces by Bucky’s a moment later. Unlike Steve’s tongue, which was desperate and heady, Bucky is soft and tender, savoring you with all the time in the world. The boys are fighting over who gets to taste you, both heads between your legs as they slowly lick your nether regions.
Your screams subside to pants, as your knuckles give way to the sheets. Your body is dizzy while your mind is fuzzy, and your mind is shaking and your body is spinning. Your body feels limp and stiff, and your brain feels dumb and enlightened, all at once.
Steve pulls back, and sits there in awe, covered in and tasting your juices. Bucky’s tongue slows it’s pace and gives you reprieve. Everyone in the room is panting.
“You see that Steve? She just fuckin squirted all over you. That’s my good girl.” He gives your clit a few loving pats, jolting your entire body as you come down.
“Fuck man! She’s like- like straight out of some porno!” Steve gasps out.
Bucky just laughs at him, shoving two fingers back into your cunt, and then a third, just for good measure. The torture is relentless, but your pussy tightens around him, begging for more.
“Buckyyy-“ You whine.
“Do you need something, doll? You know you gotta ask for it.” He mocks you as he licks his fingers clean of your slick.
You whine, you bring yourself up to your elbows, barely able to look Bucky in the eye as the dirty words form on your lips in a way that would make the church ladies faint.
“I want your dick.” You mumble softly, words floating on clouds towards his ears, which practically perk up like a dog hearing it’s favorite words.
“You begging for this cock, huh baby?” You nod fervently.
“Alright baby. Give Stevie and I a show first.” You nod as you sit up on the bed, legs still shaking from your orgasm. But you obey Bucky, like always.
You gingerly take off your shirt, it’s mostly dry now, still a little bit sticky with whatever drink got spilled on you. You cups your covered breasts in your hands, giving them a little movement when you reach to take it off.
Steve’s in a pure state of disbelief and awe. He can’t believe this is happening. The way you carefully remove your bra straps, teasing them with your slow pace.
Steve’s jaw drops when you finally reveal yourself, it’s like he’d never see a pair before. Steve’s eyes are so laser focused you’re sure he’s about to bring out his notebook and take notes, or write poems about your tits.
Bucky just laughs at Steve, slapping him on the back. All your left in is your pretty little skirt, no shirt, no bra, no panties, no dignity.
“Alright alright. Ass up baby girl.” Bucky declares.
You quickly get into position, listening to Bucky’s pants fall to the ground and his quiet words instructing Steve. You hear Steve shuffling too, before he sits down right in front of you. His cock is still out, didn’t even bother to take his pants or underwear off, just pulled down enough to let his cock through.
Bucky finally gets into position, slapping your ass once he’s behind you. The pretty skirt you put on earlier is flipped up for a clear view of your ass.
“Come on pretty girl, give Steve’s cock some love. Thank him for giving you such a good orgasm.” You nod intently, coming up on your elbows to come eye to tip with Steve’s dick. It’s far different from Bucky’s shorter, skinnier, not as veiny, but still, pretty. The tip is bright pink and shiny with precum. Poor thing looks like it’s been neglected all night.
You give a small lick to his tip, tasting salt and Steve as you wait for his reaction. It comes out as a soft breathy moan, giving you pride, you continue. The noise he makes is inexperienced, embarrassed, heavenly.
You slowly lick from the bottom to the top, relishing in the high pitchy moans that escape Steve’s throat. The noises are foreign to his tongue. He sounds like a student learning a completely new language. You spit in your hand, using it as lube to spread all over his cock, letting him enjoy it before finally taking it in your mouth.
The second your mouth is fully on him, Bucky shoves his cock deep into you.
Even though Steve’s dick isn’t very long, Bucky’s thrust has you so deep you’re gagging on him, nose always to his mons pubis. Steve chokes back a moan as you choke on his dick.
Bucky doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, his pace almost unbearable. The way he pounds your pussy is familiar and comfortable. He knows what he’s doing, he knows he won’t break you.
But Steve on the other hand, his hands are fluttering everywhere, unable to decide where he wants them. He can’t keep them still but he doesn’t want to disrespect you or Bucky by touching you.
Bucky sighs, stopping his movements while you whine. He leans over you, grabbing Steve’s hands in his own and placing them on your head.
“She’s not made of glass Steve.” Steve nods. “I promise you won’t break her.”
Steve’s eyes widen, he doesn’t believe Bucky.
Bucky sighs again, tapping your hips. You slowly and hazily turn around, wincing as Bucky slaps your ass as it moves away from him. Now your ass is in front of Steve as he clumsily takes his pants off. And your mouth is in front of Bucky's long cock, just like that first time you guys had met.
Steve’s eyes glisten the way your pussy gleams, as he slowly strokes his cock.
“Just shove it in there Stevie. We don’t got all day.”
Gently, Steve grasps your hips, one hand wrapped around his shaft, and uses it to slap your clit. You moan, groaning louder and deeper the farther he went into your sopping wet hole.
He continued his slow gentle pace, still treating you like fragile glass, while Bucky fucked your mouth rough and hard.
Bucky, irritated with Steve’s carefulness, slams into your mouth, choking you with his cock, all the way back onto Steve’s cock. Steve is buried completely to the hilt, both of you screaming in ecstasy. Your vibrations carry up Bucky’s shaft, pulling at hisnerves and making him twitch.
“Come on Steve. She’s a slut, show her who you are.”
It finally settles in Steve, when he grabs your arms and uses them as leverage to fuck you. Your chest falls to the bed, making your mouth open wider for Bucky’s cock.
As if on cue, the door slams open to a group of a dozen boys with bright flashy cameras. It seems like with Bucky you can never avoid them.
The boys gather around, whooping loudly as Bucky and Steve are handed beers.
You can barely see anything, the way your ass is in the air being pounded by Steve, your tits pressed into the bed, your arms pinned tightly to your back, and your nose being buried in Bucky’s hairs.
Steve let’s put an embarrassed yelp, taking the beer like a prized possession.
“Come on Steve, you gotta drink the beer for the initiation to work!” Someone teases.
It dawns on you, you realize that you're being used for humiliation and someone’s pleasure. You’re an object used for someone’s trick.
Why is that so hot?
Why does that make you cry and pulse around Bucky’s and Steve’s cocks?
Why does Steve pounding your poor sweet pussy while beer dribbles from his chin to your ass crack make you start to squirt for the second time?
Why do the other boys' cheers and chants while squirt pulses out from you like a water gun, make you want to be used for the entire rushing class?
“There we go. That’s my good girl.” Bucky mocks you as Steve abuses your velvety dripping hole. “You want a beer baby?” he asks calmly, cupping your chin. You can barely form words, somewhat embarrassed but incredibly horny over the fact that theres so many people watching you. You shrug, a hint of uneasiness because you’ve never really had beer.
You’ve also never been fucked stupid with a cock in your mouth in front of a dozen people, but theres always a chance to try new things, right?
Bucky brings you up, telling Steve to slow down a little bit.
Steve grunts a few times, barely holding back his own orgasm.
“Come on Steve, let her have a drink first.” Steve obliges, slowing to a torturous pace, feeling every ridge and vein and the perfect little tip scrapping your entire pussy.
Bucky lets you grab onto his body like an anchor, slowly feeding you the rest of his beer can. You swallow a little bit, before choking and spitting everywhere.
“Not a fan?” he chides. You shake your head, eyes falling back to his full mast cock. He laughs but he nods, letting you go back to choking on him while he finishes his beer.
Steve returns his pace, whining and grunting, holding your hips like they owe him money. “Oh Buck- I’m- I’m gonna cum.” Steve whines, pitful and needy.
Bucky laughs loudly. “Well, ask the lady!” He pulls his cock from your mouth. “Where do you want Stevie to cum honey?”
Your brain is jumbled around and scrambled into a mess, but you can just barely make out the words “on me” before Bucky and his friends start howling.
“You heard her, Steve. Give the lady what she wants!”
Steve obliges, leaving your soaking pussy empty as he strokes his cock with quick fervent strokes. It’s messy the way he comes all over your back, white, hot and passionate.
The howling whooping boys finally leave the room once Steve is finished.
But Bucky’s not.
Bucky’s far from finished with you.