𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
Summary: You begin to think your arrangement with Steve and Bucky is too much.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), mmf threesome, overstimulation in beginning, brief spanking and fingering, fighting/breakup, cheating?, dp (double penetration), Bucky is a little cocky shit
A/N: This work marks the end of my 1.5k sequel-fest! TY SO MUCH FOR INTERACTING WITH ME!! 💕
Your arrangement with Steve and Bucky had been going on for about four months now. It was never anything more than what it was before. If Steve was in the mood, he’d come over to you and Bucky’s shared apartment and they would both have their way with you. Steve wasn’t allowed to look at you during, according to Bucky. There weren’t many rules for this arrangement, but the ones that existed were made by Bucky.
At first it was exciting. You’d never been with two men at once- and they were both so good. You felt a sense of pride knowing you were the first and only person Steve had ever had sex with. He was such a sweet lover because of that. He was gentle most times, only being rough when his nerves got the best of him. He’d always fuck you from behind, seeing only your ass and your back, while Bucky got to see everything else. Most times he’d join in, other times he’d just watch.
Not to say that Bucky wasn’t a sweet lover as well- he’d just changed dramatically since the arrangement started. He wasn’t yourBucky anymore. He was rougher in bed, but that was always his style. The two of you fought more often now, and it was almost always after you, him, and Steve all had sex. His jealousy always got the best of him, as much as he tried to play it off like it didn’t.
You could tell this arrangement was straining their relationship as well. Steve and Bucky used to be best friends. They’d hardly ever had a disagreement. And you felt like you were responsible for the strain. This entire thing- though fun at first- revolved around you, and now that you had your doubts, so did Steve and Bucky.
The most recent qualm had to be the most tiring. Bucky had been particularly irritated with something you’d done earlier in the day, choosing now to punish you by overstimulating you. He’d easily made you cum twice, then urged Steve to do it for the third and fourth times. Steve was unsure how, so Bucky assisted him in climaxes three and four, and when Steve got the hang of it, he’d brought out five and six. Now they were attempting number seven together, Steve’s fingers deep inside your drenched core as your face was buried in a pillow. You were worn out, exhausted. You weren’t sure if you could physically handle another one- and your suspicions were proved right when you found yourself near passing out when the seventh one hit, soaking Steve’s hand with your juices. But you said nothing; surely, that’d be the last one.
“Come on angel, I know you can handle another.” Bucky said, rubbing your bare ass with his hand and giving it a harsh smack.
“I-“ you started, trying to find the energy to speak. You were dizzy, unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence. Steve brought his hand back to your clit, which was now sore and without a doubt swollen from all the rubbing. You jerked yourself away with a newfound energy. “No. Stop. I’m done.”
“What the hell, Steve?” Bucky suddenly spoke, his voice laced with anger.
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything, you’re the one who wanted to go another round!” Steve poked an accusing finger at Bucky’s chest, to which Bucky smacked it away. The two began shoving each other, growing more and more frustrated with each other before you stopped them.
“Stop it! Both of you! You’re acting like children!” you sighed, grabbing a blanket to cover your body. “Get dressed. Steve, go. Bucky, find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”
“No, don’t ‘doll’ me, I’m done. With both of you.”
You’d threatened to break up with him before. You’d threatened to end things between all three of you, because all of you knew that you were the one calling the shots. If you weren’t comfortable, nobody was.
Steve listened to your orders, getting dressed, grabbing his things and leaving almost immediately muttering “Sorry,” the entire time. But Bucky persisted.
“Bucky, I said go somewhere else.”
“What’s this all about, baby?”
“You act like you have full control over everything I say and everything I do,” you said, the rage clear on your face, “Sex with you used to be enjoyable but now it’s just- you only care about yourself.”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is! And you’re jealous of Steve. You’re the one who set this entire thing up, and now you regret it. How do you think Steve feels about this entire thing? Don’t you think he feels a little used?” You were beyond frustrated with him, yelling at him once more to get out of the apartment and never come back.
The next morning, you thought over what you’d said. Maybe you were a little harsh. Maybe neither of them deserved that. Especially Steve.
Steve. You always had a little soft spot for him. He was so sweet and understanding about the entire situation- he dropped flowers off at your front door with a note apologizing to you, hoping you’d forgive him, though he didn’t expect you to. You called him to thank him for the flowers, letting him know you weren’t serious about breaking things off, you were just upset.
You sat for a while after calling Steve, admiring your flowers. It didn’t even occur to you to call Bucky and tell him the same thing- you were still upset with him.
Bringing out your phone once again, you went to your messages to send a picture of the flowers to him.
You contemplated your next message, then began typing again.
Can we please keep this between us? I’m still not ready to talk to Bucky yet.
You hit send. Not even ten seconds later, Steve responded.
Of course. Our little secret.
Your stomach began doing somersaults, and you began typing and hitting send on your next message before you could even think about it.
Not too long after, Steve showed up at your apartment, examining you right away. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
You laughed lightly. “No, Steve. I’m fine. I just wanted to see you.”
Steve’s brows knitted together. “Is Bucky here?”
You shook your head, running your hand up and down his arm, relishing in the feeling of his muscles. Before Steve got the chance to say anything else, you leaned in and kissed him. “Maybe I made a mistake,” you whispered against his lips, Steve’s hands grabbing onto your face, “I went for the Sergeant when I should’ve gone for the Captain.”
Steve felt his pants get tighter at the sound of you calling him that- to you admitting your feelings. He felt your hands roaming his entire body, and he paused before he let things go any further. “Do you really want to do this? Are you still sore from yesterday?”
“I can handle it, Steve. I know you’re gentle.”
That was his cue to lift you up, letting you wrap your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom. With the most careful of touches, he lifted your shirt above your head, exposing your breasts. He’d seen them exposed before, but never a good, long look like this. He brought one of your nipples into his mouth, earning a light, gentle sigh from you. He then shimmied off your shorts for you, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.
You moved your hand to his belt, undoing it and bringing it to his boxers, teasing him by playing with the hem. You stroked his cock for a moment before putting your hands where Steve wanted them to be- wrapped around his shoulders.
Steve liked being on top of you, watching you squirm beneath him while looking to him for pleasure. He liked that in this moment, you were depending on him to feel good. He’d learned a lot from you about pleasuring a woman, and now was the time where he wanted to show you how good he’d gotten at it.
Hovering over you now, Steve moved your panties to the side and slowly eased into you, absolutely loving how blissed-out your face got when he entered you.
Steve was an excellent learner, you knew that now. He seemed to be hitting every single spot in you before even getting his fingers on your clit. Just the feeling of him alone was enough to drive you to that special place.
“Oh, Steve..” you moaned, eyes nearly going to the back of your head when his hands finally got to your clit, playing with it gently to get you started.
“God, this looks so much better,” he half moaned, half laughed, “I get to see that pretty fuckin’ face.” His Brooklyn accent seemed to jump out at you, only making you grow more obsessed with the way he was making you feel.
It was all so much at once- the feeling of Steve’s utter girth inside of you, his gentle touches, the way he wasn’t afraid to also let out a moan here and there. You hadn’t even heard the bedroom door open, and your heart nearly exploded in fright at the sight of Bucky standing at your door, shocked seeing you and Steve fucking on your bed.
“Oh my god!” you said, covering yourself with the thin blanket as if Bucky had never seen you naked before. You’d forgotten you’d given him a key not too long after things were getting serious between you, in case he really, really needed you.
Steve also panicked. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since his near fight with Bucky. He wasn’t sure where they stood now- were they still friends? Still in this weird relationship they never even imagined would be possible in the 40s?
Bucky took a few steps closer, and you could tell Steve was ready to strike if Bucky tried anything bad. But the closer he got, the clearer he got. And it didn’t take long for you to notice the outline of his erection in his jeans. “Do you two have any idea what you just got yourselves into?”
You and Steve were silent. You couldn’t tell if he was mad, turned-on, or both.
Bucky looked at both of you, then spoke again. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Slightly relieved he wasn’t about to get his ass beaten, Steve slowly brought his hands back to you, cupping your breasts in his hands as Bucky began to strip.
Bucky didn’t do it often, especially around Steve, but sometimes as you fucked, he would lightly slap you around. After taking off everything but his grey boxer briefs, the outline of his erection even more noticeable, he gently slapped you with his flesh hand, earning a light squeal from you. “You little fucking slut,” he cooed, “I love you so much.”
Steve was clearly confused. In everything he’d seen- by fucking and watching you to porn- he’d never seen someone enjoy getting hurt. He liked it.
“I’m sorry for everything.” Bucky lowered his head, trying to share a private moment with you as Steve’s lips remained pressed against your back, as if he were assuming his normal position. “Give me another chance, baby doll. Please.”
You smiled. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
Maybe that was why you liked being with both of them. They both accessed those different sexual sides of you. You and Bucky could be rough with each other, but you could only take so much. Steve was sweet and gentle, but he still needed time to grow, learn, and experiment. When you had both of them, though it still took some practice, you got a perfect fix of both sides at the same time.
“Besides… I like it when you boss me around. You might have to do that more often.” Bucky whispered in your ear, his voice laced with lust.
“Okay, fine.” You pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling Steve behind you sigh into your ear and kissing the top of your head. “But Steve gets to be up front this time. And you have to be nicer to him. Got that?”
Bucky took a second to think about it, then began to assume his new position as Steve hesitantly took the front. “Yes ma’am.”
Steve sunk into you once again, moaning at the feeling of being back inside you. Bucky held onto your shoulders for stability as you held onto Steve’s. You cringed at the initial pain but soon sunk back into the feeling of pleasure as Bucky found your second entrance, taking his time to ease into you, knowing it was rare you used it.
“Baby,” Bucky moaned at your tightness, petting your hair as you relaxed your head onto his chest, too blissed-out at the feeling of two supersoldiers inside of you to do so much as lift it up.
You felt Steve’s fingers grip your face and hold your head up. “Stay with me, honey. Come on. You’re almost there, doin’ so fuckin’ good for us. You look so fuckin’ pretty stuffed with our cocks, doesn’t she, Buck?”
“She sure does,” he answered. You felt fireworks inside of you as they fucked you, not being able to form a coherent sentence because everything they did just felt so good. “Look at her. Can’t even speak, she’s doin’ so good.”
The feeling of their sweaty bodies pressed against your front and back, the way their muscles and hot breath felt on your skin, plus the way they knew every single inch of your body and how to take you to your peak all blended together to make the perfect concoction.
You came with a jolt, screaming out Steve’s name and then Bucky’s. They fucked you through it, wanting to reach their peaks with you. Soon enough, you felt their warm spend on your stomach and ass followed by them both carefully pulling out of you.
“Stay here,” Bucky whispered to you, “Steve, keep her up.”
Bucky left the room briefly as Steve did what he was asked, holding onto you and keeping you upright.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?” you whispered, to tired to speak up.
You earned a light chuckle from Steve, “I have some amazing teachers.” He brought his lips to yours, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in. You didn’t even hear Bucky come back in and almost jumped at the feeling of a warm washcloth on your backside. You melted into the feeling as he handed it over to Steve, getting your stomach.
The boys laid you down on your back, hovering over you and taking turns pressing deep, perfect kisses onto your lips before laying on their backs right next to you.
A few moments of silence passed before Bucky spoke, starting with a chuckle. “What the hell are we doing, doll?”
“I don’t really know,” you admitted finally regaining some composure, “but whatever it is, I like it. A lot.”
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