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grapefruit sidecar (part 2)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Word count: 7k

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans, brief flash of minor potential violence, smut (threesome MFM), steve rogers is a menace, subby bucky if you squint...........

Notes: a weekend away means time to plaaaaay hehe some plot here but then mostly just.... well, what's on the tin. it's some self indulgent smut. can't wait to hear what you think!! enjoy!!

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Boston wasn’t your ideal vacation destination. But for a weekend away from the city? You were happy to accompany Steve.

He had some big meeting when you arrived Friday evening but Steve promised you an exclusive night at the hotel spa to make up for it. You couldn’t argue with him about that. You were happy with a night of pampering before a few days in bed with him.

You didn��t ask for details about his meeting - mostly because it was safer not to. Steve claimed it was related to some real estate transactions, but given his quiet conversations with Bucky about the gravity of the closed door meeting, you had a feeling it was something more.

But, that had been par for the course dating Steve. Despite his lack of interest in the term mob boss you weren’t blind to what Steve did. The blood, guns, bruises, money. You had made enough peace with it. You loved him - and his crew - and never really felt unsafe.

Bucky was joining Steve for the meeting - part of it, at least. Some of it was closed doors just for the heads of each syndicate. That was about all you knew but it was nice to have Bucky nearby, too.

Truthfully, you had been enjoying having Bucky around lately. Not that you’d ever admit it, but he was certainly your favourite of Steve’s close friends. Perhaps that was driven by something else now - after that night you, Bucky and Steve enjoyed together in Steve’s office at the club.

You were scared to admit that something had changed after that - not necessarily in a bad way, either. But things felt a bit more charged for some reason. Like Bucky looked at you differently. Things went right back to normal afterwards, though. No one ever brought it up directly. Well, Steve did whisper about it a few times when you were pressed against him in bed.

But any kind of follow up or ‘next time’ hadn’t occurred and you had decided that if it didn’t happen again, that was okay.

The hotel in Boston wasn’t the Ritz or the Four Seasons. Perhaps it catered to questionable cash transactions while those high-end corporate ones wouldn’t. But that didn’t stop it from feeling fancy, especially when it came to the spa. Steve had walked you there personally, in his crisp suit, kissing you deeply before saying goodbye. Before departing, he confirmed Bucky would return later to walk you back to the room. Even though you insisted you could make it back on your own, the tense look on Steve’s face wasn’t lost on you.

So yes, of course. Bucky could walk you back. That was fine. Steve was in a closed door, no-phones-allowed meeting, and if it made him feel better to know Bucky was returning you safely to the penthouse suite, you’d indulge him.

Well, before that, you were indulging yourself.

One hot stone massage, restorative facial, steam room visit and manicure later - you were perfectly relaxed and simply floating.

“Everything is taken care of.” The young girl working behind the desk waved you by after you asked for the bill. When you tried to at least offer them a tip, the girl just smiled and shook her head. “Mr. Rogers took care of that, too.”

“Okay. Well.” You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Rogers!”

You swallowed the grin growing on your face as you decided not to correct her about your title and marital status. That… truthfully, that sounded nice. But it wasn’t the time to unpack that just yet.

You swung your bag over your shoulder then stepped outside the spa doors, quickly scanning for Bucky. He didn’t seem to be there yet, though you had only been able to estimate how long everything would take. Before you even had a chance to reach for your phone, someone was calling your name.

It wasn’t Bucky.

You sucked in a breath as the stranger approached. He was clad in a dark suit jacket, carrying a confidence you were sure wasn’t justified. You had met a lot of people in Steve’s business circle and although you didn’t recognize this man in particular, he had the same energy a lot of those other men did. He reeked of arrogance and a sense of superiority.

“Can I help you?” You crossed your arms cautiously.

The man offered you a quick smile, though it didn’t change the cold look behind his glasses. “Rogers asked me to escort you to the meeting room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Right, of course.”

“Shall we then?” He motioned his head down the hall.

“Honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think I’d just blindly follow you somewhere.” You took a step backward, trying to crane your neck beyond him to see if perhaps Bucky was on his way. You considered, briefly, heading back into the spa but you knew they had already locked up behind you.

You weren't an idiot. Steve would never send a stranger to collect you. That was something he had drilled into your head many times. It led to you always being a bit too suspicious about strangers but you knew it was during moments like this one that your gut feeling was more important than anything.

It had been months now since you last took a self-defense class with Nat and you prayed you wouldn’t have to put any of that into play physically. But the least you could do was plan out an exit strategy. Sure, the hallway was empty and quiet. Screaming could work but may draw the wrong attention. If you could at least get beyond the guy or stall until Bucky was to arrive –

“And I’m insulted that you think you have a choice right now.” The man took a few steps closer to you, crowding you into a corner in the hallway junction, intentionally brushing his suit jacket open to reveal a gun. Unfortunately, you knew if some idiot was trying to use you as a bargaining chip with Steve, your life likely wasn’t in danger at that very moment. But that didn’t make the gun reveal comforting. In fact, your heart rate shot right up.

You just had to keep stalling.

He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you in his direction. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

You held your breath - very fondly remembering how calm and collected you were minutes ago when your massage ended. What would Natasha do? You held the man’s stare and spoke slowly, “You are making a very bad decision.”

Before he could return some cheeky comment, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. Bucky loomed over him, meeting your eyes across the top of his head.

“Remove your fucking hand, Wesley.”

You weren’t exactly sure what came over you, but the moment this man - Wesley - clocked that Bucky was behind him, you sensed him faltering. So, you sprung into action. You dropped your bag to free your opposite hand and immediately grabbed Wesley’s hand that was gripping your wrist. Once you found the weakest finger, you bent it backwards as hard as you could.

Wesley yelped out in pain, cursing as he released your arm. Bucky took over right after, yanking a stumbling Wesley’s collar to get him away from you. In what felt like an instant, Wesley was slammed against the opposite wall as Bucky put himself in front of you instead.

Bucky turned to look back in your direction, though you replied before he could even ask, “I’m okay. Not hurt.”

He nodded then held up his finger, asking you to wait just a minute. In two strides Bucky was across the hall, delivering a kick to Wesley before he could get up. Bucky crouched down at his side, using his metal hand to grip the base of Wesley’s neck. Bucky leaned in and you couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but you could only guess the list of threats being delivered. Wesley’s face turned white as he absorbed whatever Bucky was promising.

Once Bucky was back to his feet, he picked up your bag from the ground and motioned down the hallway. You didn’t even bother casting another glance towards Wesley, who remained quietly on the floor as you departed. Bucky’s free hand cradled your lower back as you navigated to the elevator, where a swipe of your room key granted you access to the penthouse level of the hotel.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s words came out quietly as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Stop,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I should have just asked them if I could wait inside the spa foyer. It’s not your fault some guy tracked me down.”

“Some dumbass,” Bucky muttered out. “Steve trusted me to–”

“Bucky, come on.” You pivoted, reaching for his closest hand. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Your timing was perfect. In fact, we should celebrate that I barely froze up and managed to maybe break his finger.”

Bucky grinned in return. “Oh, Stevie is going to be proud. I was impressed, doll.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But it’s over now, so don’t dwell, okay? I’m not going to.”

Bucky squeezed your hand before you let go. “Okay. I don’t think I can forget seeing that moron’s hand on you but I’ll try to shake it off.”

For some reason, that reaction coming from Bucky made your heart twist. It was quite endearing, the way he seemed to care for you. It was probably safer not to think too hard about it.

When you got to the top floor, Bucky followed behind as you headed towards the suite. When you arrived with Steve earlier, the room almost felt like too much. No, it was definitely too much. But you decided it was okay to revel in the excess, since it wasn’t something you did often.

The suite was spacious - your entire apartment would fit in just the sitting room. It had grand floor to ceiling windows across one side of the room, with a large comfy sectional for seating across from a dining table. On the end of the room, a set of French doors separated the sprawling king size bed and primary bathroom. God, you couldn’t wait to curl up next to Steve on that bed.

You flopped down onto the couch once you had dropped down your things. Bucky was lingering near the doorway still.

“Bucky?”

He entered further to meet you, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Are you doing anything right now?” You offered him a smile as you reached towards the side table. You lifted up the room service menu. “Hungry?”

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“So, how’s your mom doing after everything?” You slid the bowl of fries in Bucky’s direction as you asked. “Also, please feel free to finish these. I’m done.”

Together, you and Bucky had ordered a room service feast. Although Bucky did admit there was a poker game he had been invited to, you were happy to have his company. And from your point of view, it seemed Bucky was having a nice time too. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed and comfortable in a while. You liked that side of him.

Bucky laughed as grabbed the rest of the fries. “Winnie is good. She’s resilient, to a fault. She thinks her doc is crazy for asking her to quit smokin’ but she’s trying.”

“A heart attack is a good kick in the pants, I suppose,” you replied with a shrug.

“I told her I’d quit too. I think that’s helpin’, like she’s not the only one who has to give it up.”

“Wait, really?” You turned on the couch to look at him. “Bucky, that’s amazing. I know that’s not easy.”

He laughed. “Can’t applaud me yet. It’s only been three weeks.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reveal a tin of mints. “I’m burning through a whole pack of these a day instead.”

“Gotta keep your mouth busy, huh.” You immediately gasped at your own comment, holding your hand to your mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. That’s not what I–”

Bucky was smirking. “You’re not wrong, doll. It’s a bit of an issue.”

You couldn’t risk making any more comments about Bucky’s oral fixation, so you just reached for your glass of wine and returned your eyes to the TV. Bucky had let you pick out a movie, though you had really spent most of the evening just talking to each other. It was…nice. You just really wished Steve was there too.

There was just something within you that wanted…you wanted them both.. and..

You shook your head, letting your thoughts trail off. Beside you on the couch, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

“Is that Steve?” You glanced over at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at his screen. “No. He should be done soon, though.” He sighed, tossing his phone back down beside him. He laughed to himself. “That was Titania. Again.”

“Wait. Are you still seeing her?” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised. Bucky had brought her around a few times - a loud girl who had legally changed her name from Mary to Titania - and you were relieved when Bucky said he cut things off with her. In fact, you had been more than relieved. Something about the way she talked to Bucky, and every other person with a heartbeat nearby, had rubbed you the wrong way.

“Christ, no.” Bucky was still laughing. “But she seems to be thinking otherwise tonight. I shouldn’t have wasted my little free time on her.”

“I never really liked her.” You placed your wine glass back on the table and leaned back on the couch, looking towards him. “You deserve better. And with the right person, I think you’d find the time. Steve and I make it work.”

Bucky mirrored your position, leaning back the same. He met your eyes. “Steve’s lucky to have you, doll. Really.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it shut again.

Before you could pry, there was a sound at the door. Bucky shot up immediately, stalking towards the entrance with his hand hovering at his hip.

“Jesus, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve’s voice echoed through the suite, mixing in with Bucky’s as they both headed back to the seating area.

Steve grinned when he saw you, quickly walking over to press a kiss to you over the back of the couch. "Hi sweetheart." After another kiss, he let out a long breath. “God, I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

“How was your night at the spa?” When you hesitated to answer, casting a glance towards Bucky first, Steve jumped back in. “What happened?”

Bucky sighed, heading towards the wet bar across the room. “I’m cracking into this bourbon.”

You took that as the opportunity to explain what happened with Wesley, which appeared to just piss Steve off. You weren’t surprised by that, of course. But you were hoping to just move past the whole thing. He dropped down on the couch beside you and lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I was annoyed more than anything.” You shifted to sit on your knees and kissed Steve again. “Besides, Bucky arrived just in time.”

Bucky sighed from across the room. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Stevie. I just–”

“Buck, don’t. My girl is here safe and sound, that’s all that matters.” Steve paused, before looking back at Bucky. You saw Steve’s jaw tick, pausing and saying plenty with his eyes before he spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

Bucky nodded. “Barber sent out his crew. They’ll be waiting at Fisk’s warehouse.”

“Good. Barber owes me.” Steve let out a long breath, leaning against the couch once Bucky delivered him a glass of whiskey.

Once he himself was empty handed though, Bucky started towards the door. “I’m gonna head out.”

“You don’t have to go, Buck,” Steve said, sipping his drink before relinquishing it to you and your grabby hands.

You took a gulp and smiled, bouncing as you sat back on your knees. “We can finish the movie.”

Bucky shrugged, though he did return a smile. “I’m alright. You two have a good night.”

The moment Bucky was out the door, before Steve could get up to deadbolt the door behind him, you were straddling Steve’s lap. “Hi.”

“Oh, hi.” Steve grinned, taking back his drink from you and finishing it in one go. He deposited his glass on the closest surface and quickly got his hands on you, moving slowly up your thighs.

“How was your meeting?”

“Long. Frustrating. Productive. But most importantly, over and done with.” His hands paused on your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise.”

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before locking his gaze on yours. “That idiot outside the spa— can’t say I’m not bothered by it still, sweetheart. Some of the people I have to work with.. Well, they should know better. They shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone tracking down where you are.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I might have broken his finger?”

“Marginally. He never should have touched you.”

“It was just my arm.”

“Doesn’t matter. No one should touch you without your consent - ever.”

“Steve.” You moved your hips slightly, leaning in closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m okay. And I assume Bucky scared the shit out of him, given how the guy seemed to be sinking into the floor when we left. If I hadn’t asked Bucky to hang out, I have a feeling he would have tracked the guy down.”

“I’m glad Bucky was there.” He moved his hands up and down your back. “Did you two have a nice night?”

You scrunched up your face, chewing on your lip. “Uhm, yes.”

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You could see Steve searching your face, his smile growing bigger as he pieced your thoughts together. “You know, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I’ll give you anything you ask for. You just gotta use your words, my love.” Steve moved your hips against his, holding back a groan. He whispered out your name.

You took a deep breath, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. “I was just thinking. Well, maybe we should have invited Bucky to stay? We could all, uh, have a cocktail.. A sidecar? Could we.. ask him to come back?”

It didn’t seem possible for Steve’s grin to grow even more, but somehow it did. “Oh, yes. Yes we can.”

“Not that..” You froze momentarily, blinking away a ruffle of thoughts. “I’m happy to see you and I’d be more than content with us just –”

Steve cut you off with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that night in my office and what other fun things we could do together. The three of us.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?” You couldn’t help giggling as Steve winked at you, reaching for his phone.

While he called Bucky, you leaned in to press your lips against his neck.

“Buck.. Yeah, no - everything’s okay… No emergency. Not sure how far you got - just wanted to invite you back for a nightcap.. Maybe for a grapefruit–.. Yes, exactly… She’s the one who suggested it, actually.” Steve paused to laugh. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

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You and Steve made out for approximately two minutes after his phone call to Bucky ended. Then Steve pressed pause and did a quick check in with you. To make sure you were okay with everything, reminding you that the three of you would only proceed with what you were comfortable with. Although you really wanted to throw yourself all over him, you appreciated Steve’s attentiveness.

“As much as you want me to be in charge,” Steve grabbed your hands and looked at you directly. “You are in charge. Don’t forget that. You’re calling the shots and if you want to stop, that’s it.”

“I know.”

“Can I hear you say it?”

“If I want to stop, it’s over. I decide.”

“Thank you.” Steve leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now why don’t you go get ready while I wait for Bucky.” He growled against your skin as he pulled away. There was some underlying carnal energy within Steve that spilled out unexpectedly sometimes and god, you really loved it.

To resist pacing around and letting insecurities creep in, you changed into a set of silk pajamas - a lacy tank top and shorts set you really loved. It made you feel both sexy and comfortable and you really needed that to calm your nerves.

You stood near the windows, watching over the lights across the Boston cityscape. Soon enough, you could hear Steve and Bucky’s voices. They were laughing about something and it quickly put you at ease.

The doors pushed open and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering when Steve and Bucky walked in.

Steve, who was undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and smiling at you. Bucky was swallowing his own smile too, his tongue gliding across his lips as he met your eyes.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, nodding to Steve as he walked towards you. He discarded his suit jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the windows and closer towards the bed. He pressed a soft, deep kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest.

“Hi,” Bucky echoed back. He stopped just in front of you, pinning you with a soft stare. “Don’t you look nice, doll.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You reached your arm out, inside his jacket. Your hand brushed across his chest and you could swear you felt him holding his breath. Quickly you dipped into his inside pocket and found the tin of breath mints. “Can I have one?”

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

You rattled the container and took one of the mints out, then very slowly placed it on your tongue.

It wasn’t lost on you the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your mouth.

After a few beats, you turned your head to twist and look at Steve. “Stevie?” You repeated your slow movement, this time giving a mint to Steve instead. Steve closed his mouth around your finger after and you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Christ, you two are going to kill me,” Bucky muttered out, dragging a hand down his jaw.

“Bucky?” You offered the tin of mints to him again and he shook his head.

“There’s other things that’ll keep my mouth busy, I’m sure.”

You saw Bucky’s eyes flick to Steve’s briefly, then they were on you.

Steve made his move first, practically growling as moved his hands up your body. Almost immediately his lips were soaring across your shoulders and neck, hands slipping under your tank top.

Bucky, though, stepped forward and extended his hand out to cradle your jaw. With one shift, his hand was gripping the side of your neck as he brought himself closer.

You were staring right at his lips now. Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Bucky whispered out your name. “Is this okay? Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

You were already breathless from the way Steve was all over you, so you made a point to nod very clearly. “Yes.” Steve’s lips found the other side of your neck as you spoke. “Yes, anywhere.”

Bucky’s hand remained clamped on your neck as he grinned. He lead with his lips, crashing into yours with a fervour you hadn’t been prepared for. The impact nearly knocked you off your feet, but Steve kept his hands on your waist to steady you.

Bucky and Steve both caressed every inch of your exposed skin as their lips explored all over you. Your senses had never been so overwhelmed - the dim lights of the room seemed to heighten every touch, every whisper and moan, the mixture of their cologne and hints of whiskey and cigars.

Soon enough, Steve was easing you down to lay on the bed. Bucky pulled back, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt.

“Baby,” Steve spoke softly as you laid against one of the pillows. He kneeled at your side, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He tugged down the straps of your tank top, hands sliding over your soft skin as he massaged your breasts.

You couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure washing over you from his touch.

“Baby..” He started again, biting back a smirk as he locked eyes with you. “I think Bucky wants to put his mouth to use. How does that sound?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, moving your eyes from Steve back towards Bucky. Bucky, who was biting down on one of his knuckles as he stared back at you. “That sounds.. I’d really like that. It sounds nice.” Nice? You couldn’t manage to think of any other adjective but at least it made Bucky grin.

“Honey, I promise you a lot more than nice,” Bucky said as he stretched his neck, crawling onto the bed up towards you.

You and Steve both shifted slightly, slipping off your tank top as you adjusted. Steve leaned back against the headboard and you laid back against him, giving you a perfect angle to watch Bucky position himself between your legs.

Bucky’s hands glided up and across your skin, applying bursts of pressure to massage your muscles as he kissed your inner thighs. You reached down to your waistband, but Bucky didn’t even bother waiting - he got there first, tugging your shorts down. You held your breath as you maneuvered them off, suddenly frozen as you realized you were… exposed, completely.

You were splayed out on the bed, between these two powerful, sexy men and were you - did Bucky even want this - was this whole idea absolutely–

“Holy fuck,” Bucky breathed out, mouth agape. “God, you’re gorgeous. And already so wet, huh. Just for me and Stevie?”

Your flurry of uncertain thoughts immediately disappeared as Bucky’s mouth got to work - like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down your already damp center, sending a jolt through you as he circled your clit.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. He wanted it. And god you were grateful.

You collapsed back against Steve, who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. Before you could try to sass him, his hands and lips were moving again. He kissed against your jaw and neck, as his hands gripped and pulled at your nipples. Each twist added another shock to your system, a joyful pairing with Bucky’s actions between your thighs.

You reached down and tangled your hands in Bucky’s hair, pulling against his tresses as his tongue worked overtime.

“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I’m going to–” You were approaching a climax already, hips bucking upwards. Bucky took this as an opportunity to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lash against you with his tongue.

“Just let go, baby,” Steve cheered you on as you quivered in his arms, shaking through the orgasm that flooded through every inch of you. “Take everything you need tonight.”

You stretched out and gripped the sheets as Bucky carried on, neglecting to even come up from air as he continued. A gasp escaped you as you felt one of his metal fingers against your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he continued his mouthwork.

Steve very gently moved you over onto a pillow again as he stood, meeting your lips again before he disappeared into the bathroom. Though you tried to, it was hard to even think about what Steve was doing while Bucky continued his handiwork.

Though Bucky’s tongue had slowed down, his fingers were taking charge now - sliding in and out of you, crooked upwards at just the right angle to make you sing even louder. You gasped as another orgasm approached, once again pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch Bucky. God, what a sexy picture it was - Bucky working hard between your legs as his own hips were grinding against the bed, seemingly searching for any kind of friction he could get.

Your focus was short lived though, as Bucky sped up again and waves of pleasure rolled through you once more. You twitched through the aftershocks, eyes tightly closed as you fell into the pillows.

“Bucky..” Your chest heaved as you came down, heart thumping in your chest. You barely noticed Bucky’s mouth pull back and then you heard it - a few clicks followed by a buzzing noise.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, finding Steve standing at the end of the bed beside Bucky. And in Steve’s hands was one of your vibrator’s - a small, little bullet style vibe that you sometimes slip in with your bathroom items when you’re staying at Steve’s. And that devil of a man had taken it upon himself to grab it.

“You’re a menace,” you whispered out, though you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face.

Steve, who had stripped down to just his boxers, shot you a wily grin. He tossed the vibrator onto the bed, within your reach. “My turn..”

Bucky sat up, winking at you before he moved off the bed. He started to remove the rest of his clothes before he crawled up beside you, leaning back against the headboard, cock hard in his hand.

Steve peeled his boxers off, tugging on your ankles to bring you closer to him as he stood at the end of the bed. Fuck - where were you supposed to even look? Ahead of you, where Steve was spitting into his hand before stroking his cock, getting ready to split you in half. Or to your side, where Bucky was salivating and touching himself as he watched you and Steve.

“Baby.” Steve’s voice grabbed your attention. “Looks like Bucky got you all ready for me..” He kneeled onto the bed and slowly rubbed his cock against you, sucking in a hard breath at the feeling.

You let out a low moan at the feeling, pushing your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for more friction. “Stevie, please. I need you.”

Steve chuckled, wetting his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and circling it against your clit. “I need you too, sweetheart. All night in that dumb fuckin’ meeting - you bet I was thinking about you, how sweet you’d feel.” He gripped himself again and lined against your entrance, pushing in with a hard thrust.

Fuck. Every single time - Steve felt incredible, as if he was designed for you. And he could read you like a book, as if you were something he memorized a long time ago and knew front to back. He always seemed to know just what you needed and when. This particular instance wasn’t any different.

Steve laid his hard body on top of yours, once again crushing his lips against yours as his hips rutted into you. It was hard, fast, and possessive, especially as Steve started to practically growl into your neck.

He slowed down briefly as he adjusted, returning to just his knees. He held your thighs up, bracing himself and changing the angle of your hips. To a position right where–

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you whined, once again grasping at the bedsheets.

“Jesus, you know just how to make her sing, Steve,” Bucky added in. “It’s incredible.”

“Wanna help me out?” Steve didn’t let up his pace as he pointed at the small vibrator, nestled against the swath of pillows.

Bucky grinned, nodding happily as he moved towards you on the bed. He grabbed the toy with one hand, kneeling at your side. The other continued to grip his cock, slow and steady.

You looked up towards Bucky, catching his smirk as he knelt at your side. You bit your lip, stifling your moans as Steve continued his steady thrusts.

Bucky clicked the toy on, cycling through the different settings before he brought it down against your skin. Slowly, he dragged it across your chest, your nipples, your soft stomach.

You took in a breath, reaching your hand out to grab his. Then, you helped him position it right where—

“Fuck, fuck—” You shrieked as the vibrations met your clit, involuntary clenching at the electric sensation. “Right-ri-ght there. Please. Don’t stop.” You heard Steve laughing. Menace.

Bucky didn’t relent though, neither of them did. As Steve drilled into you, Bucky swirled the toy around your center - changing the pulses and pressures as he listened to your reactions.

As you felt another climax coming, Bucky pulled the toy away and leaned down to bring his mouth to yours. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He bit at your lip. “So fucking sexy. I want to see you come again - show me.”

It wasn’t a command per se, you had free will. But the minute Bucky returned those vibrations to your clit, you were done for. It wasn’t even your own decision, your body ricocheted through the waves as you quivered. Your thighs tensed up under Steve’s hands as he stilled his movements, steady and hard inside you.

As Bucky pulled away, turning off the toy, you caught your breath.

Steve squeezed your ankle, asking for your attention. “Baby, are you okay? Do you want to stop or take a break?”

You couldn’t help but grin. Christ, Steve was buried in you and Bucky was hard at your side. Despite that, you knew you could call it now if you were getting tired. But you really, really didn’t want to.

A smile crawled onto your face as you met Steve’s gaze. “I’m okay, really. I’m.. I want more.”

Steve smirked, sliding his tongue across his lips. He held eye contact with you for another moment before he looked at Bucky instead. “You got a condom?”

Bucky immediately nodded, but turned his attention to you before he moved. You bit your lip and nodded before he could get his question out. And when his face lit up, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

Moments later, Steve was the one sitting back against the headboard. You had flipped over onto your hands and knees, crawling up to meet him for a kiss while Bucky retrieved a condom from his wallet. Steve groaned into your mouth as you took his length in your hands, still slick and glistening with evidence of you.

“I gotta be totally honest here,” Bucky said from behind you, dealing with the packaging. “Steve, when you called - I barely.. I barely made it back to my room, already had to fucking rub one out thinking about..”

You sat up on your knees, still lazily stroking Steve as you looked back to Bucky. “Thinking about me?”

Bucky was grinning again. “Uh huh. You. Stevie. You and Stevie, doll. Dreaming about feeling you again - feeling this..” He knelt onto the bed, reaching for your hips to pull you back to him. “Thank god I did though - don’t wanna blow it too soon now..”

You just laughed again, wiggling your ass as Bucky positioned himself behind you. Steve reached for you too, pulling you down to brace yourself on his thighs.

Steve gripped your cheek in his hand, meeting your eyes as Bucky started to press in. It was a feeling you never thought you’d experience and words to describe it fell away. The special, satisfying awe that consumed Steve’s face as Bucky thrusted into you was something else.

“Baby,” Steve said with a coy smile. “That feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response. Good wasn’t the right descriptor but it was so good. It felt right and wrong and hot and so fucking good.

All you could manage to do is smile, gripping Steve’s legs as Bucky moved against you.

“Cause if it’s not good enough, baby.. we can put Bucky in a timeout. Make him watch instead.”

“Rogers, you motherfucker,” Bucky bit back with a laugh. “You know I’ll take care of your girl.” He still for a moment then, releasing a hand from your hip to lean forward. He kissed your lower back gently, snaking his hand underneath your body to find your clit as he shifted his hips. “I’ll always take care of her.”

A moan escaped you. Steve brushed his hand across your forehead. “You’re doing so well, love. Look at you.”

That made you melt, smiling even bigger as you looked back up at Steve. Then, well, you got to work, too.

Collapsing one hand, you leaned in and grabbed Steve’s cock. It was hot and velvety against your skin. You took it in your mouth next, sinking down to take as much as you could without losing all your breath.

“Fuuuuck,” Steve released his own moan, immediately grabbing the sides of your face to guide you. “That’s it. Jesus Christ. This is quite the view, baby.”

Behind you, Bucky seemed to hum in agreement. His hand worked against your clit to bring you over the edge once more, before retreating to slap your ass cheeks with a warm palm.

“This fucking ass, honey. It’s a gift.”

It all felt like a whirlwind, a dream sequence you could live in forever. Ahead of you, Steve was peppering you with praise as you took care of him. You were sloppy and messy and hungry, alternating between your hands and mouth. If Steve wanted to be a menace, you’d repay him the same.

And behind you, Bucky treated his actions with intention. Like a strategy for ensuring you both enjoyed yourselves as long as possible. He was steady and firm, showering you with compliments as he fucked you.

All three of you escaped into ecstasy, chasing your good feelings together.

“Christ, I’m going to - hold on, hold on,” Bucky slowed down, in an attempt to edge himself instead of going over the edge.

You pulled your mouth from Steve with a pop, sitting up on your knees to look back at Bucky.

“Come up here,” you reached for his hand, motioning for him to sit up at the top of the bed beside Steve. “Let me do some work.”

“Not gonna argue with that, doll,” he replied, winking before he moved onto the bed.

Steve was laughing again, crossing his arms behind his head while you moved to straddle Bucky. “I like this view, too. Don’t hold back, baby.”

You made a point to lean over and press a kiss to Steve, before doing the exact same to Bucky, too. Then you lined him up and sunk down, letting out a string of curse words as you got used to the new position.

Steve was always plenty and you loved how it felt to ride him. And now, you couldn’t help but be curious how Bucky would compare.

“Oh-ohh my god,” you said quietly, slowly rocking your hips. “Yes, this is.. fuck.” You leaned forward once more, crashing your lips against Bucky’s as you continued to move. He let you control the pace, both hands cradling your jaw as you fought his tongue.

When you paused, clenching all your muscles, Bucky seemed to shake. “Honey.. that’s.. you’re amazing. Fuck, you feel so good.” You kissed him again and pulled back, stretching your arms up. “You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you.” He stroked his hands against your thighs, up across your stomach, each hand landing on a breast as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Steve made a move from his seat, once again reaching for your vibrator. He clicked it on and brought it to the apex of your thighs, holding it against your clit as you moved up and down on Bucky.

“Oh my god,” Bucky said through gritted teeth.

Steve shot him a smirk. “Think you can hold out?”

“You are a fuckin’ menace,” Bucky barked back, leaning back even further into the pillows behind him. He called out your name. “Why do you put him with him?”

You sucked in a deep breath as Steve increased the speed of the vibrator. “He’s good with his hands… mouth.. dick. He’ll make me come a dozen times before he gets off..”

“The list goes on,” Steve finished for you, reaching an arm out to brace you before you collapsed through another climax. He gently laid you back down against Bucky, then Steve moved behind you again. “You stay right there, baby.”

With a quick lift of your hips, Bucky slid out from you and Steve was quick to slide in. You pressed against Bucky’s check, kissing against his neck and jaw as Steve pulsed into you.

“So fucking sexy,” Bucky whispered out against your jaw.

“Do you like this, sweetheart? Being between us?” Steve’s hands felt like a vice on your hips, holding on for dear life as he worked into you. “What if you had both of us? At the same time?”

Steve laughed as he felt you react, squeezing him as he was sheathed inside.

“Not today. Not yet.. but fuck, imagine we both could fill you up. What do you think, Buck?” Steve stopped himself and shifted.

Christ, they were changing places again. Steve eased you right back onto Bucky, who happily picked up his pace.

“Shit. I’d love that.” They continued like this, talking filthy desires as they took turns with you. All you could do was lay against Bucky’s chest, relaxing into the pace as they fucked you.

Before he tagged in again, Steve gently moved you from Bucky and got you onto your back again. “I’m gonna blow, sweetheart. I wanna fill you up.”

Once Steve was inside you again, he leaned down and pressed his chest to yours. You hooked your legs around him, melting away as he groaned out your name. With a few final hard thrusts he was grunting, growling as he reached his peak.

Catching his breath, he slowly raised himself back up, dragging his cock from you.

You caught your breath, eyes closed as you clutched the sheets. When you opened them, Steve was staring down in awe as the evidence leaked out of you.

Bucky knelt beside you, aggressively pulling at his condom before removing it and stroking his cock.

You extended your legs open a bit wider, inviting him towards you. He shuffled ahead with a smile, very easily hitting his own orgasm as he spilled out and came over your mound.

You let out a happy sigh, running your fingers through it and down into your folds. You managed to quiver at even that touch, falling back onto the bed as you let all your muscles relax.

It was hard to believe all that had just happened. You stayed laying on the bed, lost in a blissful daze. Maybe they had both kissed you again, you recalled Bucky saying thank you even. Actually, you weren’t even sure if Steve and Bucky were still there beside you - though Steve did quickly bring you back down to earth when he joined you on the bed again, cleaning you up with a warm cloth.

You knew you should go to the bathroom and clean up, but you were resistant to pop the bubble. This has been an unexpected sensual experience - connecting with both Steve and Bucky in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had like all of it - no, you loved it.

The soft touches, the consideration, the attentiveness, the very obvious shared goal of making sure you were having the best experience.

You couldn’t predict if this would change anything. Well, no. Things had certainly changed - once you did this with another person, you couldn’t go back. But knowing that this entire thing happened with Bucky, it warmed a new part of your heart.

The fact that even now, only minutes after both Steve and Bucky had been inside you, they were shooting the shit and Bucky was pouring another round of whiskey, you knew things wouldn’t be different in a bad way.

It was, perhaps, something really, really good instead.

Following a long hot shower and another late night round of room service with the boys, you were ready for bed - to sleep. You surprised yourself staying up even a bit later given you were properly tuckered out after your bedroom activities.

Judging by Steve’s yawns, he was following behind you.

While you and Steve got up off the couch, Bucky hesitated. Before he could say anything, you glanced at Steve for confirmation before looking at Bucky.

You searched Bucky’s face for a moment, to see if you were all on the same page. Then, you smiled. “I think you should just crash here, Buck. It’s a big bed.”

A slow grin appeared on Bucky’s face, too. He looked at Steve then back to you. “You sure?”

“Of course, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then grabbed your hand. “Watch out for drool from this one, though.”

You just giggled and extended your free hand out to Bucky. “And fair warning, Steve is a furnace.”

“Oh, I know, doll. Not the first time I’ve shared a bed with the idiot.”

You smiled even wider. “Oh, really? And who is usually the big spoon?”

Steve just laughed. “I guess you’re about to find out, baby.”

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FIN. that's all for now folks, thank you for reading!!!

(tbh, I can see a part 3 to this but not anytime soon!)

#Another reblog #Will anyone interact with this outside of likes??? god knows #Time will tell

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