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this bucky with this steve
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Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
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This is so heartwarming â¤ď¸

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Behold! The same winter soldier references youâve seen a billion times!
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Are you mine?
Warnings- Angst, Steve and Bucky are idiots.
Being in love with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes felt like living in a dream.
A dream so perfect, so utterly untouchable, that even the ghosts of the past couldnât tarnish it. The three of you had fought wars together, bled together, and survived against impossible odds. You trusted them with your life and, more importantly, with your heart.
Steve, ever the protector, held your hand through the nightmares, his voice a quiet promise in the dark. Bucky, all sharp wit and unspoken devotion, pressed kisses into your hair when he thought you werenât paying attention. They made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could shake the foundation of what you had.
You belonged to them, and they belonged to you.
The compound had always been your sanctuary, a place where the weight of being an assassin and an Avenger didnât feel so heavy.
Missions were brutal, but coming home to them made it worth it. Your mornings were tangled limbs and soft murmurs, their warmth pulling you from restless sleep. Your nights were laughter and whispered confessions, hands intertwined beneath the sheets.
Everything was fine, until she arrived.
A trainee named Cassidy.
Sent to the compound for a few days of âintense trainingâ with the Avengers. Young, eager at least, thatâs what Fury had said. But from the moment she walked through the doors, it was clear training was the last thing on her mind.
You caught the way her eyes lingered on Steve's broad shoulders, the way she smiled just a little too sweetly when Bucky grunted in response to something she said. You noticed the way she conveniently positioned herself between them whenever she could, the way her touch lingered just a second too long.
It was nothing. Just admiration, maybe even hero worship. You told yourself that, again and again. Steve and Bucky were yours. They loved you.
And yet⌠doubt had a way of creeping in, even where trust once lived.
For the first time in a long time, you felt something unfamiliar in your own home.
Unease.
You werenât the jealous type, you had no reason to be, not when Steve and Bucky had given you every reassurance, every reason to trust them. And you did trust them. You trusted them blindly.
But can you trust the world?
Trust didnât stop the ache in your chest when you saw Cassidy wedged between them on the couch, laughing at something Bucky said. It didnât stop the sting when Steve placed a comforting hand on her back, so absentmindedly, so effortlessly, like it was second nature.
Like it was something he used to do for you.
You stood frozen in the doorway, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket. That was your spot. That had always been your spot. Between them. Their arms around you. Their warmth surrounding you.
Now?
Now Cassidy sat there, twirling a lock of her hair, giggling, her body angled towards them like she belonged. And Steve and Bucky?
They didnât even notice you standing there.
âYouâre imagining things, Y/n.â Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee as she watched you pick at your food. She didnât say it dismissively, but there was caution in her voice. Careful, Y/n. Donât spiral.
âIâm not...â Your voice was hollow. You pushed your plate away and exhaled shakily. âSheâs always there, Nat. Always with them. Always touching them...â You swallowed hard, shame burning in your throat. âI feel like⌠like I donât exist anymore.â
Natasha sighed, setting her cup down. âCome on. You know Steve and Bucky. Theyâd neverâŚâ
âI know they wouldnât.â Your fingers curled into fists. âBut that doesnât mean it doesnât hurt.â
Natasha studied you, eyes softer now. âTalk to them, then.â
You nodded. You would. Of course, you would.
But deep down, you were terrified they wouldnât see it, because they never seemed to see you anymore, ever since Cassidy came.
At first, it was small things.
A conversation cut short because Cassidy had a question. A training session where she suddenly needed Bucky to correct her stance, his hands on her wrists, her waist. A mission debrief where she sat beside Steve, too close, her voice too soft.
Then the canceled plans started.
âIâm sorry, Doll, but we promised weâd show Cassidy the training simulations today.â
âIâll make it up to you, sweetheart. I swear.â
âWeâll take you out tomorrow, okay?â
Tomorrow never came.
And suddenly, your nights felt emptier. Youâd wake up reaching for them, only to find cold sheets where they should have been. You werenât sure what hurt more.
The loneliness or the fact that they didnât even realize you were lonely.
They were still yours, werenât they?
Then why did it feel like you were losing them?
It had been days, days since you had a proper conversation with either of them. Days since they held you like they used to. The only time you got them was at night, in bed.
And yet, there she was again, always there, standing too close to Steve as he poured coffee in the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the counter, smirking at something she said, arms crossed over his chest.
âGod, Steve, I still donât know how you carry that shield around all day.â Cassidy reached out, brushing her fingers over his bicep. âGuess it helps that youâre, like, all muscle.â
Steve laughed, shaking his head. âOccupational hazard, I guess.â
âWhat about you, Bucky?â She turned to him, eyes bright. âI mean, that metal arm has to be heavy, right? Can I?â
âNah, sweetheart, itâs lighter than it looks.â Bucky smirked, flexing his vibranium fingers.
Sweetheart.
Your stomach dropped, that was your name. He called you that. Not her.
Your blood ran cold as Cassidy laughed, playfully nudging Buckyâs arm. Steve smiled, amused. Not once did they notice you standing there. Not once did they feel the air shift, the way your entire world was starting to crumble.
That night, you laid in bed alone. Again.
Because, Steve and Bucky had been in the common room with Cassidy, and you couldnât take it anymore. So you had left.
You curled into yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the sob from escaping.
They were just being nice. Right?
They didnât see what you saw. Didnât feel what you felt. Didnât see how much it was killing you. Right?
And you were too afraid to ask the question burning inside you, âWhat if they donât miss me like I miss them?â
You didnât know how long you had been sitting all alone in the common room.
The compound was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. You sat curled up on the couch in the dark, staring at nothing, arms wrapped around yourself as if that could hold you together. The weight in your chest felt heavier than usual, pressing down, suffocating.
You had spent the entire day alone. Again.
They hadnât noticed. Again.
The cushion beside you dipped, and you didnât need to look to know who it was. Natasha.
âYouâre doing that thing againâŚâ she murmured.
You blinked. âWhat thing?â
âShutting down.â
You inhaled sharply, dropping your gaze to your lap.
Natasha sighed, shifting to face you. âSweets, talk to me.â
Natasha always called you that name, and her reason was you were the only sweet person in her life.
You shook your head. âThereâs nothing to say.â
âBullshit.â She reached out, squeezing your knee. âI see you, you know. The way youâre fading. The way you barely eat. The way you donât sleep until youâre too exhausted to fight it anymore.â
You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the fabric of your pants.
âThey love you, Sweets.â Natashaâs voice was gentle but firm. âThis⌠whatever this is, itâs temporary. Theyâll see whatâs happening.â
You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. âNo, they wonâtâŚâ Your throat burned as you whispered, âThey donât see me anymore, Nat.â
Silence.
Natasha shifted closer, resting her forearm on the back of the couch. âWe survived worse, you and me. Remember?â
You knew where she was leading the conversation, but you didnât care.
âI wish I could remember.â The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Natasha frowned. âRemember what?â
You exhaled shakily, gaze unfocused. âHow they trained us. How they made us feel nothing.â
Natasha tensed. âDonât do that,â she warned. âDonât go there.â
You lifted your head to meet her eyes. âWhy not? It would be easier.â Your voice cracked. âI wouldnât have to feel like this. Wouldnât have to wake up reaching for them only to remember I donât exist to them anymore.â
Natashaâs grip tightened on your knee. âThatâs not true.â
âIsnât it?â Your smile was hollow. âThey canceled our date today, Nat. Again. I was supposed to spend the evening with them. Instead, I spent it watching Cassidy laugh at Buckyâs jokes and touch Steveâs arm andâŚâ You sucked in a shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper. âAnd they let her.â
Natashaâs expression darkened, but she said nothing.
You turned your gaze back to the floor. âI just⌠I donât want to feel this anymore.â
She was quiet for a long time before she whispered, âYouâre not in the Red Room anymore, Sweets. You have them. You have me.â
You nodded. But the ache in your chest remained, because deep down, you werenât sure if you still had them at all.
The bed felt massive. You lay curled up on one side, facing away from the door, the covers pulled tightly around you. The scent of Steve and Bucky still lingered on the sheets, but it brought no comfort.
Then the mattress dipped.
First on one side, then the other. Warm bodies slid in beside you, their familiar presence surrounding you.
âDoll?â Steveâs voice was soft, hesitant.
Bucky shifted behind you, his arm resting loosely around your waist. âWeâre sorry about earlier, sweetheart.â
Your throat burned.
âWeâll make it up to you,â Steve added quickly. âWeâve got a whole day planned for you tomorrow. Just the three of us. No interruptions, promise.â
Tomorrow.
You closed your eyes.
They had said that last time.
And the time before that.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, willing yourself to stay silent.
Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder. âCome on, talk to us, Doll. We know youâre mad.â
Mad.
Was that what they thought this was? Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because what was the point? Tomorrow would come, and it would be the same.
Cassidy would be there.
Steve and Bucky wouldnât notice.
And you? You would be alone again. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you kept your eyes closed. If you stayed quiet, maybe they wouldnât hear how badly you were breaking.
Morning passed in a blur.
You moved through training sessions on autopilot, barely speaking, barely feeling. Natasha watched you carefully, her sharp gaze catching every falter, every moment you hesitated before leaving the gym. You knew she wanted to say something, but you werenât sure if you had it in you to listen.
So you just kept going.
Kept pretending.
Kept waiting for Steve and Bucky to remember.
And then they did. Or so you thought.
âDoll, come on! Movie nightâs all set up!â
Buckyâs voice rang through the hall as you made your way toward the common room, a flicker of hope stirring in your chest.
They remembered. They finally remembered.
For the first time in days, your heart didnât feel so heavy. You ran your fingers through your hair, exhaling softly as you reached the doorway, ready to sink into the warmth of your boys.
And then you saw her.
Cassidy.
Sitting between them.
Again.
Your body locked up, breath catching in your throat. She was curled up comfortably, her legs tucked beneath her as she laughed at something Bucky whispered in her ear. Steve sat relaxed beside her, arm draped over the back of the couch, so damn close, so damn easy, like she belonged there.
Like she belonged with them.
You forced yourself to speak, though your voice barely carried. âWhat is she doing here?â
Steve turned, smiling at you. That easy, oblivious smile that used to make your heart race.
Now?
It made you feel sick.
âShe didnât know it was just meant to be us,â he said lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. âAnd we didnât wanna be rude, soâŚâ
You didnât hear the rest, your ears were ringing.
They didnât want to be rude to her. You stared at them. At her. And then you swallowed down every emotion clawing its way up your throat. âEnjoy the movie.â
That was all you said before turning on your heel and walking away.
They didnât call after you.
Didnât chase you.
Didnât even notice the way your hands were trembling as you pushed open the door.
The tears came before you even reached the elevator, but you didnât stop walking, didnât wipe them away, didnât care if anyone saw.
Not that they would. No one ever did.
You should have gone to your room. You should have buried yourself under the covers and let the ache consume you in silence.
But the walls were closing in too fast.
So instead, you climbed, up the emergency stairwell, up to the roof, where the air was sharp and cold, where the wind bit at your damp cheeks, where no one could see you break.
Your hands gripped the ledge as you sucked in deep, desperate breaths.
They had remembered and it still hadnât mattered.
A hollow laugh escaped your lips, bitter and broken. You should have known, you should have known it would end up like this.
You closed your eyes, head tilting back as the city lights blurred beneath the weight of your tears.
You had never felt more alone.
By the time you came down from the roof, your tears had dried, but the weight in your chest remained, suffocating and unrelenting.
You stepped into the hallway, head down, steps quick, just wanting to reach your room, just wanting to breathe without feeling like you were drowning.
But the moment you turned the corner, you froze.
Steve.
Bucky.
And her.
They were standing there, talking, laughing.
Cassidyâs hand was on Buckyâs arm, her body tilted toward him in that way she always did, like she was drawn to him. Steve stood beside them, relaxed, like the world wasnât crumbling around you.
Like they hadnât just broken your heart a little more.
Their laughter died down when they saw you.
You knew they noticed your red, swollen eyes. Knew they saw the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fists clenched at your sides.
But they didnât say anything.
Didnât ask if you were okay.
Didnât ask where the hell you had gone.
No, Steve just frowned slightly, like he was trying to piece something together. Like you were some puzzle he couldnât quite solve.
You didnât give him the chance, you walked past them without a word, without a glance.
Without acknowledging them at all.
And still, still they didnât stop you.
The compound doors slammed shut behind you as you ran, your feet pounded against the pavement, muscles burning, lungs heaving, but you didnât stop.
Didnât slow down, didnât care where you were going, as long as it was away.
Away from the suffocating silence, away from them, away from her.
You pushed yourself harder, faster, as if you could outrun the pain clawing at your chest, the unbearable ache of being unseen by the two people who were supposed to know you best.
They had always seen you, hadnât they? Then why did it feel like you were fading? Why did it feel like you were already gone?
You were so lost in your own head, so consumed by the roaring in your ears, that you didnât hear the footsteps behind you until a firm hand grabbed your arm, yanking you to a stop.
âEnough.â
Natasha.
You blinked at her, breathing hard, vision blurring. But she didnât let go. Didnât loosen her grip. She just stared at you, her green eyes filled with something sharp, something dangerous.
Something like determination.
âI let this go on for too long,â she muttered. âThatâs on me.â
You swallowed hard, chest still rising and falling in ragged breaths. âNatâŚâ
âNo.â Her voice was steel. âYouâre not doing this. Youâre not running until your body gives out just because theyâre too damn blind to see whatâs happening.â
Your throat tightened. âI donât know what to do...â
She sighed, her hand loosening slightly but not letting go. âThen let me do something.â
Your breath hitched, but you believed in her.
Natasha had always been your anchor, your constant. You had survived hell together. She knew you better than anyone, sometimes even better than Steve and Bucky.
So when she said those words, when she looked at you like that, like she was done watching you suffer, something inside you cracked.
You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper, âOkay.â
You hadnât spoken much since that night, since the roof. Since Natasha found you and promised to do something.
You werenât sure what you had expected, but you hadnât expected him.
You sat on the rooftop again, legs pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees. The city stretched out before you, endless and glowing, but all you saw was the emptiness.
The way you had been fading, the way they had let you, the way it still hurt.
You exhaled shakily, trying to push it all down, trying to keep yourself from breaking again.
âBub.â
Your breath caught, your heart stopped, that voice.
Rough. Low. Familiar.
A voice that belonged to only one person.
You turned slowly, the cold air biting at your tear-streaked face and there he was.
Logan.
Your brother.
Standing there, broad and tense, his sharp eyes scanning you with a fury you hadnât seen in a long time, his jaw clenched.
SNIKT.
The sound of his claws unsheathing was sharp, deadly, cutting through the silence like a blade to the heart.
His eyes darkened, fists trembling, rage radiating from his very being.
âWho?â
It was just one word, just one syllable, but it carried the weight of a storm. You swallowed hard, dropping your gaze.
Logan stepped closer, his boots heavy against the rooftop, his presence overwhelming.
âWho did this to you, Bub?â His voice was lower now, dangerous. âTell me. Iâll gut âem.â
You squeezed your eyes shut. âLogan...â
âLook at me.â
You did and the moment his eyes met yours, whatever restraint he had left snapped.
âThose sons of bitches!â he snarled, pacing now, breathing ragged. His claws flexed, his shoulders heaved, pure, unfiltered rage pouring from him. âYouâre telling me those two idiots, our idiots did this? Made you feel like this?â
You couldnât answer.
Didnât have to, because your silence was enough.
Logan let out a rough, guttural growl, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles went white despite the metal already tearing through his skin.
âIâll kill âem.â
âNo, you wonât.â Natashaâs voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering.
You turned just in time to see her step onto the rooftop, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.
âWhy the hell not?â Logan snapped. âThey hurt her.â
âI know,â Natasha said evenly. âThatâs why sheâs leaving.â
Your breath hitched, âWhat?â
Natasha walked toward you, gaze softening as she reached out and brushed her knuckles against your cheek. âPack a bag, Sweets. Youâre going with Logan.â
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
Loganâs brows furrowed. âWait, youâre actually letting me take her?â
âShe needs to get away from here,â Natasha murmured, eyes never leaving yours. âFrom them.â
You stared at her, then at Logan, your throat tightening so painfully you thought it might close entirely.
âTashaâŚâ
âNo arguments,â she said softly but firmly. âYouâre not okay. And I wonât stand here and watch you disappear.â
A single tear slipped down your cheek.
You felt Loganâs heavy hand settle on your shoulder, grounding you, steadying you.
âCâmon, Bub,â he murmured, voice softer now, almost pleading. âLetâs go.â
You hesitated, not because you didnât want to leave.
But because leaving meant giving up. Leaving meant accepting that they had chosen her, that they had chosen everyone but you.
But maybe... maybe they had already made that choice a long time ago.
You inhaled sharply and nodded.
And this time, you didnât look back.
Part 2
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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???
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Itâs kind of growing on him.
#rewatched catfa and was unceremoniously reminded why I spent half my life being violently ill about them#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stevebucky#stucky#sebastian stan#chris evans#captain america#captain america: the first avenger#mcu#marvel#my gifs
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SUPERHERO DAY MCUCHALLENGE YEAR OF CELEBRATIONS
*Your top 10 turned into a top dozen, cause 3 characters shared the 10th place ;P Thank you to everyone who took part in our tag game, shared their favorite superheroes with us and participated in this event!*
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#in my universe#stucky#in gym#multiverse#steve rogers#bucky barnes#captain america#aca#fanart#art#digital art#chris evans#bucky#sebastian stan#gym
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captain america the first avenger : shit bucky has been captured i gotta save him
captain america the winter soldier : shit bucky has been brainwashed i gotta save him
captain america civil war : shit bucky has been framed i gotta save him
#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#sebastian stan#thunderbolts#captain america#the winter soldier#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#sambucky#stucky#steve rogers#chris evans#avengers#tony stark#robert downey jr#bob reynolds#marvel#doomsday#infinity war#endgame
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#mcu#captain america the winter soldier#steve rogers#chris evans#sam wilson#anthony mackie#natasha romanoff#scarlett johansson#winter soldier#bucky barnes#sebastian stan
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Gonna tell my kids these are their great grandparents during World War II
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He just woke up after being the Winter Soldier, a version of him that he HATES, and trying to kill everyone in sight⌠and THE first thing he does is say âyour momâ and bully Steve for being small
And people wonder Bucky Barnes is my favorite character
#marvel#mcu#bucky barnes#the white wolf#the winter soldier#sebastian stan#steve rogers#captian america#chris evans#captain america civil war#steve and bucky
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room for one more



pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers
summary: you meet your boyfriend's best friend for the first time, and he perfectly matches the energy of your relationship. then, what was meant to be a fun night for the three of you, turns into something more.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, threesome, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, come eating/swallowing, come play, semi-public play, light bdsm, check-ins, marking/bruises, teasing, edging, light overstimulation, some m/m (kissing and hand-holding), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, established relationship, happy ending polycule
word count: 12.2k
a/n: i was inspired by those pics from last month at the walk of fame ceremony, and this was originally just going to be a fun, flirty threesome. but then as i was writing, the characters decided we were adding some bucky/steve to the mix, so here we are!!! i haven't written anything like this before so i hope i did ok 𫣠also i did not mean for this fic to be so long but i had so much fun writing it, i just couldn't stop hahah anyway! hope y'all enjoy!!!
A jolt of excitement shot down your spine when you recognized Steve Rogers approaching through the crowd beneath the white canvas tent set up on Hollywood Boulevard. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, mustâve felt the way your body tensed as you sat beside him, because his hand tightened on your bare thigh.Â
Bucky wasnât looking at youâheâd caught sight of his oldest friend, and the corners of his mouth were flickering in the way they did when he was trying to repress a grinâbut you could feel his own excitement in the way his fingers dug into your soft flesh. You had a feeling you werenât the only one thinking about the plans you, Bucky and Steve had for that evening.
But then your boyfriendâs touch was gone and Bucky was standing to greet his oldest friend with a tight hug. There were even a few enthusiastic back pats thrown into the mix. It was clear the men were happy to see each other.
You watched the interaction, fascinated. In all the time that youâd been dating Bucky, you hadnât met his childhood friend, nor had you seen them interact, and you couldnât help but notice the way he relaxed in Steveâs presence. Buckyâs shoulders loosened and his smile was easier. Normally, heâd be tense in a crowd surrounded by photographers, and look to you for comfortâand you were always happy to give it.Â
But it seemed you werenât the only person who could have a calming effect on Bucky, and it made you smile to see him catch up with Steve, a sense of happiness settling into your heart as you watched your boyfriend talk to his best friend. There was an easiness to their interaction that spoke to their decades of friendship, and instead of feeling put out that Bucky hadnât introduced you yet, you understood he needed a moment with Steve.Â
It had been months since theyâd last seen each other, and theyâd only been reunited for the Walk of Fame ceremony you were attending with Bucky, where a director he and his best friend had both worked with was receiving a star. The director had discovered Steve and Bucky when they were younger, giving them their first roles that eventually led to their careers in Hollywood.Â
âIs this your girl?â Steve asked, his friendly voice pitched a little louder so you could hear it over the crowd of people all crammed beneath the tent. You looked up and found Steveâs face tilted down toward you, his attention making you feel warm all over. There was a playful, devastatingly handsome tilt to his mouth as he asked, âThe future Mrs. Barnes?â
Steve held out both of his hands to you and you tipped your head back with a laugh as you slipped your fingers into his palms. He helped you to stand, his hands smoothing up your arms to your elbows, then pulled you into his orbit as he leaned in to brush kisses to both of your cheeks.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Steve,â you murmured in between skimming your lips over his whiskered cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his beard against your soft skin.
Since you were so close, Steveâs warm, woodsy scent washed over you. Somehow, it went straight to your head and your core, making you sway a little on your heels as a warmth bloomed deep in your belly. You had to repress a shiver and hold yourself back from burying your face in Steveâs neck to inhale more of his delicious smell as you leaned back from your greeting.
âThe pap photos donât do you justice, sweetheart, youâre much more gorgeous in person,â Steve rumbled, his hands giving your arms a light squeeze before he stepped back to a more polite distance.
You felt bereft without Steveâs touch, and you reached instinctively for Buckyâs hand. Your boyfriend slid in next to you, catching your fingers in one of his hands while the other settled against your lower back. His familiar cologne filled your senses and you smiled up at him, feeling steadier as you leaned into Bucky. In your chest, your heart was racing, and you tried to make sense of the riot of emotions in your belly.Â
Thankfully, Steveâs comment about paparazzi got the men talking about their least favorite aspect of working in Hollywood and you could take a moment to collect yourself.
As you did, you took the opportunity to look at Steve properly.Â
Of course, youâd seen him in movies, and in plenty of photos on social media. Youâd even seen him in some pictures of the two friends that Bucky had hanging in the brownstone you shared together in Brooklyn. But it was a different thing entirely to see your boyfriendâs Hollywood heartthrob best friend in person.
Steve had made a name for himself in the business as the golden boy action hero, leading a franchise that had grossed over $2 billion with just three movies. In his mid-30s, he had his pick of any blockbuster movie role in town, and he had the looks and the talent to make whatever film he chose a success.
Your eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, raked down Steveâs body, and it struck you how much he looked like the epitome of an action hero with his broad shoulders and trim waist. His biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved button-up and his thighs filled out his slacks nicely.
Trailing your eyes back up to his handsome face, you noted that Steveâs beard was well-groomed and his watch looked expensive despite its simplicity. But he managed to look much more down-to-earth with his navy blue cap and sunglasses than most of the overly shiny men in Hollywood.Â
It almost made you smile how you could immediately spot so many differences between Steve and Bucky, but, at the same time, so many similarities, too.Â
Although they were both actors, their career trajectories had gone in completely different directions. While Steve had become an action star, Bucky had made a name for himself in indie movies and prestige dramas. Also in his mid-30s, Bucky had a few major awards under his belt, and he was often flying around the world to promote his movies at film festivals like Cannes.Â
But, like Steve, heâd opted for a more down-to-earth look for the Walk of Fame ceremony, choosing a patterned button-up tucked into simple slacks. He looked a bit more polished, in your opinion, and just as handsome as his best friend. Though he didnât have the same broad build as Steve, he still looked strong and fitâand his ass filled out his slacks very nicely, which youâd told him before the two of you had left your hotel suite that morning.Â
âItâs a shame it took something like this to finally get you both out here to LA at the same time,â Steve said, getting your attention.Â
He shifted closer to your side opposite Bucky, making you feel almost caged in between their two broad chests. To your surprise, though, you didnât mind. You felt more comfortable between them, and you wondered what it would feel like to be pressed between their broad bodies without any clothes in the wayâŚ
âIâve been dying to meet your girl,â Steve went on, his voice dropping low so only you and your boyfriend could hear. His fingers skimmed up the back of your arm and across the bare skin of your shoulders, making you tremble lightly. Steveâs eyes danced across your face and he smirked as he said, âAnd I canât wait to get to know you intimately later tonight, sweetheart.â
You visibly shuddered at Steveâs suggestive words, your mind jumping immediately to the plans the three of you had for that evening. They entailed the hotel suite Bucky had booked for the evening, and the three of you alone together, completely naked. Touching, kissing, and more.
The plans were a result of conversations youâd had with your boyfriend. Bucky had told you early on in your relationship that he had a fantasy about sharing his girl with his best friend, and youâd liked the idea far more than youâd expected. However, it had been difficult to make happen, given his and Steveâs busy movie star schedules. So, despite it being the same day you were meeting Steve, that night might be the only time in a long time that it could happen.
But something about the energy between the three of you in that warm tent made you think that even if the plan wasnât already for you, Bucky and Steve to end up in bed together that night, it wouldâve happened anyway. You couldnât put your finger on why you thought so, but it had quite a bit to do with the hungry looks they were shooting your wayâand exchanging with each other.
âDonât get her all riled up yet, Stevie,â Bucky chided his best friend lightly, but when he cut his eyes to you behind his sunglasses, you could see a mischievous glimmer in their depths. âYou keep whispering in her ear like that, and sheâs gonna end up leaving a mess on her chair.â
Biting back a gasp, you squirmed against Buckyâs side, your embarrassment at his comment fanning the flames of your arousal. Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and wrapped his arm around your back, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you still, though that only made you want to writhe against him some more.
Steveâs eyebrows winged upward at Buckyâs comment, and you could tell from the slight shifting of his head that he was looking back and forth between your faces, a small smirk on his lips. âIs that so?â he asked, the slight edge of a challenge in his tone.Â
Bucky knew your body wellâhe knew what turned you on and just how wet he could make you with his words and voice alone. Youâd long since learned that your boyfriend got a great deal of enjoyment out of teasing you and working you up until you were begging for him. He loved seeing just how wet and sloppy he could make you, pushing you both until you were ravenous for each other.Â
So it didnât surprise you that Bucky shot his best friend a cocky grin and drawled, âOh Stevie, youâd be surprised at just how messy my girl can get.âÂ
Heat flushed fast and fierce through your body and you whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend. It was on the tip of your tongue to demand he and Steve take you back to your hotel, but at that moment, the event organizers began telling everyone to take their seats.Â
You were frustrated and thankful for the interruption as you took your seat between Bucky and Steve. Although the ceremony beginning meant there was no way you could convince Bucky to leave early, at least it meant your boyfriend and his best friend couldnât continue to torture you.
At least, thatâs what you naively believed. Until not one, but two hands slipped onto your bare thighs.Â
âYou donât mind, do ya, Buck?â Steve asked cheerfully across you, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that nearly had you whimpering. He wore a shameless grin as he sat forward, looking at your boyfriend while touching you.
Your thoughts had scattered, and it didnât even occur to you how inappropriate it was for Steve to put his hand on your thigh right in front of your boyfriend. In the deepest reaches of your heart, it just felt right for both Bucky and Steve to have their hands on you. And instead of being surprised by Steveâs boldness, you just felt desperate for one of them to move their hand higher, to stroke their fingers over the spot where you needed them most.Â
âNot at all, Stevie,â Bucky replied easily, his tone almost nonchalant as he dragged his gaze up from Steveâs hand to his best friendâs face. âYou go right ahead,â he said, shifting in his chair, moving closer to you as he began stroking his thumb against your other leg, matching Steveâs rhythm so perfectly, it was maddening.
If you didnât know Bucky so well, you wouldnât have been able to detect the undercurrent of desire in his tone, or the way he was shifting in his seat to hide the slight bulge in the front of his slacks. Your whole body clenched tight with the reminder that you werenât the only one excited by the knowledge that you would be bringing Steve into your bed that evening.Â
Bucky clearly got off on seeing his best friendâs hand on your thigh and you relaxed a little. Your boyfriendâs desire calmed the anxiety you didnât know you hadâanxiety that you were the only one excited for moreâleaving only arousal simmering deliciously in your belly.
As if somehow sensing your thoughts, Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear.
âHowâs it feel, baby?â Bucky purred, his voice as warm as the summer sun shining on the crowded tent. âHaving my best friendâs hand on your thigh, his fingers so close to your sweet, needy cunt?âÂ
Buckyâs fingers slid slowly up your thigh, curling beneath the hem of your dress, teasing closer to the heat nestled between your thighs. He was so close to touching you where you needed him most, that you had to bite back a whimper before even beginning to think about answering.Â
Your boyfriendâs fingers dug into your soft flesh, urging you to respond, but all you could manage was one word.
âBucky.â His name was the softest whine lilting from your lips, carried on the gentle California breeze. Your fingers were clinging to the edges of your seat and you squirmed restlessly, already feeling wetness gathering between your legs and soaking into the thin fabric of your panties.Â
âHush, sweetheart,â came Steveâs voice, rich and deep in your other ear. âYou keep squirming and whining like that, and you might draw attention to yourself.â His fingers slipped beneath your dress, slotting in between Buckyâs as both men gripped your thighs, groping you unabashedly despite the crowd that surrounded the three of you. âAnd we wouldnât want that, now would we?â
Buckyâs chuckle ghosted past the sensitive skin of your neck and your shoulders trembled with the effort it took to stop yourself from writhing on your chair. Pressing your lips together, you bit back the desperate mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, heeding Steveâs warning and suppressing the urge to beg them to touch you, crowd be damned.
Steve was right, after all. You were in a crowded tent, waiting for the Walk of Fame ceremony to begin, surrounded by your boyfriendâs friends and colleaguesâand there were cameras everywhere. You may have felt surrounded well enough by the broad shoulders of your boyfriend and his best friend sitting on either side of you, but it was a false sense of privacy.
You knew you needed to sit up straight and smile blandly, and pretend like Bucky and Steveâs hands werenât slowly inching closer to the juncture of your thighs. You needed to play the part of Buckyâs devoted girlfriend, and normally it wouldnât be too difficult. Your boyfriend didnât usually play this game in public, since he knew you were one photograph away from winding up on the home page of TMZ with a headline calling you Bucky Barnesâ whore or something equally degrading.Â
But there was something about Steve being there that was making your boyfriend act a little reckless. And, despite Steve being the one to warn you about the situation you were in, you knew he was the foolhardy one. You could feel his energy urging Bucky on, and your boyfriend seemed all too happy to match his best friendâs energy.Â
âDidnât you know, Stevie,â Bucky began, his voice quiet but easygoing, as if he was talking to his best friend about something as banal as the weather or their new movies. âMy girlâs a needy little slut, and she canât help acting like it.âÂ
Your teeth sank into your lower lip a mere second before the tips of Buckyâs fingers brushed so, so gently against the soaking wet fabric of your panties. A strangled moan caught in your throat and you tried to squirm in your seat, but Bucky and Steveâs hands clamped down hard on your thighs, holding you still.
âJust look at the way sheâs spreading her legs for us,â Bucky went on, a new warmth in his tone, like he was wholly enjoying the way you were getting worked up. âShe doesnât even know sheâs doing it.â Buckyâs face tilted toward you, and you could feel his gaze like a warm caress against your cheek as he asked, in a patronizingly sweet voice, âDo you, baby?â
Despite the chatter of the crowd around you, the sharp breath you inhaled at Buckyâs question was loud in your ears. You dragged your gaze away from your boyfriendâs face and looked down to see your thighs had spread open on your chair, much wider than was appropriate for the public ceremony, without you even noticing.
Your first instinct was to snap your legs closed, and somehow, both men seemed to anticipate it. Bucky and Steve moved simultaneously, almost as if theyâd planned it, shoving their hands under your dress to be trapped between your plush thighs. Their fingertips were so close to your pulsing heat, but not quite touching it.Â
Your legs clenched tight together around their warm hands, trying to force them to touch you, but it was no use. They were trapped, and so were you, unable to spread your legs and beg them for more while you were sitting in the crowded tent on Hollywood Boulevard.
If Bucky and Steve minded that their fingers were tangled together between your thighs, they didnât show it. Both men were grinning at each other, their bodies bracketing either side of yours, heads ducked together as if the three of you were simply having a private conversation.Â
But thatâs not what was happening. Your body was a riot of sensation, of desperate, burning need. Fisting your hands in your lap, you curled in on yourself and shuddered, biting your bottom lip hard against a moan of pleasure and frustration.Â
It felt so good to have their hands on you, but you wanted them to touch you for real. You wanted them to push your panties to the side and stroke your clit before plunging their fingers into your dripping hole. But they couldnât. And more than that, you knew they wouldnât. Not while the three of you were in public and surrounded by people.
Buckyâs hand settled over your curled fists, his strong fingers easing the tension from your hands until he could slip his palm into both of yours. âSit up, baby, the ceremonyâs finally starting,â Bucky murmured in your ear, not unkindly.Â
His other hand flexed gently on your thigh, making you wheeze and tremble as you straightened, but your boyfriend only chuckled under his breath when you shot him a little glare. He ducked close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, mollifying you for the moment.
Your fingers tangled with Buckyâs on your lap as you sat up and pushed your shoulders back, fixing a polite smile on your face. You did your best to ignore the fact that both your boyfriend and his best friendâs hands were tucked between your thighs beneath your dress, making a valiant effort to pretend as if nothing was amiss.Â
It helped that you had something to hold onto, your fingers twining idly with Buckyâs. You hadnât realized you were fidgeting a bit too much until you felt another hand land gently on your forearm, and you followed it up to look at Steve. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand squeezing your arm lightly, and you settled further.Â
While the emcee of the ceremony took the small stage and began to introduce the director being honored, you managed to relax. You focused on the speech being given, and worked to remain quiet, despite the still burning heat in your blood.
You thought, once the ceremony began, the boys would behave themselves, but you were wrong.
Bucky and Steve seemed to work in synchrony, taking turns whispering filthy things into your ear that refused to let you forget you had their hands trapped between your thighs, your body aching for them to touch you.
Sometimes theyâd tease you with the predicament you found yourself in, and other times theyâd make promises that they intended to fulfill once the three of you were alone.
They were equally merciless, their words getting dirtier and dirtier as the ceremony went on, and your core throbbed unrelentingly, the evidence of your drawn-out arousal dripping into your panties and smearing on the plastic seat of the chair.Â
It became increasingly apparent that Buckyâs playful warning would come trueâyou were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stood up. But no matter how you tried to rein in your desire, Bucky and Steve were determined to keep you on edge with their words and their touch alone. It was all you could do to try to portray the image of a respectful Hollywood girlfriend, and not the wanton slut all three of you knew you to be.Â
Finally, the ceremony wrapped up and all around you, people began to stand and chatter again as photographers hired for the event escorted some to have their pictures taken with the director being honored.Â
The reality that youâd have to stand up on legs that felt like butter melted in the summer sun hit you all at once, and you grabbed Buckyâs hand before he could stand up. You gave him a desperate, pleading look, unable to find the words to ask for help.Â
But your boyfriend mustâve felt the way your leg trembled beneath his other hand, because he seemed to understand your plight. He glanced around before removing his hand from under your dress, Steve following his lead and doing the same.Â
Both men had turned their bodies toward you, caging you in and protecting you from the eyes of the crowd and the paparazzi. Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around your waist while Steve braced your arm under his, and they both helped you to stand.Â
It took a moment, and you swayed between their broad bodies, their scents swirling around you and making you want to sink into both of them. But after a moment, you managed to get your legs to work and hold you up with minimal help from your boyfriend and his best friend.
Once you were steady, you watched the boys exchange a look and then, in tandem, they looked over your shoulder and down at the seat where youâd just been sitting. You, however, didnât need to look to know what theyâd see, and your cheeks flamed with red-hot embarrassment, even as your core throbbed in arousal.Â
Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Bucky chuckled, and you knewâthere was a wet spot on your chair. You tried to bury your face in Buckyâs chest, but he tutted at you quietly and gripped your chin to turn your face to Steve.Â
Your boyfriendâs best friend had waited until he had your attention, then he shot you a wicked grin before ducking down and wiping his fingers through the mess youâd left behind on the seat, cleaning up most of it. As he stood back up, he popped his fingers into his mouth.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you watched Steve lick your arousal from his fingers, his soft groans reaching your ears over the noise of the crowd.Â
âMm, you taste just as sweet as I hoped,â Steve murmured, crowding into you with a delicious smirk curling his mouth. Leaning in, his beard brushed gently against your cheek, making you shudder. âYou really are just as much of a slut as Bucky said, huh?âÂ
You tried to bite back a whimper, but the soft sound of desperation slipped free from your lips. âYes,â you mewled, meeting Steveâs gaze through both your sunglasses, feeling his hunger sear you to the bone while Buckyâs hands held you steady.Â
âCanât wait to bury my mouth in your cunt later, sweetheart,â Steve rumbled, nuzzling the side of your face lightly. You could smell yourself on his breath, and it made you tremble harder in Buckyâs arms. âGonna make you scream for being such a good girl and putting up with me and Buckyâs teasing.â
Your eyes were wide behind your sunglasses, your breathing shallow, and you couldnât stop shaking with desire. You felt like you might explode right there on Hollywood Boulevard, and Bucky seemed to sense that youâd been pushed to your limit.Â
âAlright, Stevie, thatâs enough,â Bucky said as he tucked you in beneath his arm. His tone held an undercurrent of finality, and Steve backed off, nodding as he gave your elbow an apologetic squeeze.
Then Buckyâs fingers were gently nudging your chin to lift so he could look at your face and check on you. Even through his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze roving over your face and you smiled softly to let him know you were ok. Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
âYou were a very good girl, baby,â he praised in a soft rumble, swiping his thumb just beneath your bottom lip, cleaning away some of your lipgloss. âIâm so proud of you.â He brushed another kiss to your forehead and let your head fall against his shoulder, taking a moment amidst the chaos of the post-ceremony rush to hold you.
You snuggled into your boyfriend despite the warm summer heat in the tent, enjoying the comfort of his familiar scent and letting it relax you. You knew you still had a few hours before Bucky and Steve would take you back to the hotel suite your boyfriend had booked for the night, and you took the opportunity to let the desire in your body cool just a bit.
Too soon, a photographer was calling for Bucky and Steve and they left you to take photos with the director. You waited for them, long having gotten used to watching Bucky get his picture taken.Â
As you watched Bucky and Steve laugh together, throwing their arms around each other, you were struck again by how much at ease your boyfriend was with his best friend. Part of the reason heâd chosen to get a place in Brooklyn was that he said he always felt awkward at Hollywood events, and youâd squeezed his hand in comfort enough times to know that to be the truth.
But with Steve at his side, Bucky looked just as relaxed as if the three of you were hanging out alone, throwing his head back as his best friend made some kind of joke just for him.Â
It occurred to you that perhaps you should feel jealous. After all, you took great pride in being one of the few people who could make Bucky feel comfortable and relaxed. But instead you just felt happyâyou were glad Bucky had someone else in his life who made him feel at ease.
When the pictures were finally done, Bucky cut through the crowd to wind an arm around your waist, tugging you against his body and dropping his mouth to yours for a quick kiss.
âReady to get out of here, baby?â he murmured, a delicious smirk on his handsome face. You nodded eagerly as Steve slid in next to Bucky, joining the two of you and making a circle of three. You smiled at Steve, who gave you a devastating grin in return.
The hours after the ceremony went by in a blur. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself, burning need simmered low in your belly, ensuring your body never properly settled, even through the early dinner you shared with Bucky, Steve and some of their close Hollywood friends.Â
Your pulse seemed to beat in time with the watch on Steveâs wrist, your body instinctively counting down the seconds until your boyfriend and his best friend would take you back to the hotel and fulfill their promises of sharing you. You had to keep your thoughts on other things, lest you leave another wet spot on your seat, while you smiled and chatted through dinner.
The elevator in the hotel felt too cramped for the three of you, and you clung desperately to Buckyâs hand, your fingers twisted so tightly around his, you wouldâve worried about cutting off his circulation if you could think of anything else but the throbbing heat between your thighs. Steve snagged your other hand, holding it tightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze that you felt in your core.
The door to the hotel suite had barely closed when Steve pounced on you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat as he backed you up into Buckyâs chest, his lips descending on yours as he took possession of your mouth like you were his to devour. You let out a small squeak of surprise before surrendering to Steveâs plundering mouth, sinking into the need and desire of his tongue as it stroked against yours.
Buckyâs hands circled your upper arms, holding you pinned between the two menâs firm bodies while Steve ravaged your mouth. Unable to stop himself, Bucky dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing the fluttering spot over your thrumming pulse point and nuzzling your soft skin with his whiskered jaw until you were shivering with need.
Then Steve was dropping to his knees, right there in the entryway of the suite, muttering something about needing to taste your cunt straight from the source. If it wasnât for Bucky holding you steady, your knees wouldâve given out at the sight of the golden boy action hero staring at the juncture of your thighs with such determination, it sent a quiver of anticipation down your spine.
Steve moved quickly, pushing your dress up past your thighs and ripping your panties down your legs, tossing them away. He crawled closer, throwing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, groaning loudly against your slick folds.
Bucky held you propped up against his chest, his hands holding your dress up so the both of you could stare down your body and watch Steve feast on you like a starving man. While his best friend ate you out, Bucky pressed kisses and little love bites into your neck, murmuring soft praises in your ear.
Your boyfriend told you what a good girl you were, behaving so well for him and his best friend while Steveâs tongue buried deep into your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit until you came with a scream. Your spine arched, and you twined a hand in Steveâs soft blond hair while your other clung to Buckyâs arm, holding onto both of them as you shattered apart on Steveâs tongue.
After that preamble in the suiteâs entryway, it wasnât long before you were bouncing on Steveâs cock, another orgasm quickly building in your core.Â
The boys had divested you of your remaining clothing and shed theirs in a flurry of hands skimming over naked skin and low, appreciative groans. You hadnât been able to stop touching either of them, your fingers raking over hardened muscle and nails digging into golden skin. You felt drunk and gluttonous on the ability to finally touch them, really touch them, in the true privacy of the hotel suite.
As you fucked yourself on Steveâs perfect cock, your hands never seemed to stop moving, fingers digging into his pecs, his abs, trailing up the sides of his ribs until he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His face was a little flushed, rosy pink spots in his cheeks, and his mouth flattened into a determined line. Steve was just as beautiful undone beneath you as heâd been when youâd first seen him in person on Hollywood Boulevard.
âFuckâfuck, sweetheart, your cuntâs squeezing me so fucking tight,â Steve huffed, his hips working up between your thighs, impaling you on his thick cock. âFuck, âm gonna blow in your pretty pussy in no time if you keepâŚâÂ
He trailed off as the tip of his dick hit a spot inside you that made your whole pussy clench down on his hard, heavy length. Steve threw his head back with a growly groan, his fingers digging so hard into your soft hips, you suspected heâd leave bruises behind.
Not that you minded in the least.Â
It felt too good, Steveâs thick, hard length pounding into you from below, bouncing you on his cock so your tits heaved and you wanted to pinch your nipples, but you were too eager to keep touching your boyfriendâs best friend to tear your hands away.Â
Your gaze trailed away from Steve, finding Bucky sitting back on his knees beside you and his best friend, a satisfied smirk on his perfect mouth while he pumped his own cock lazily in his fist. His glimmering blue eyes were focused on the place where you were impaled on Steveâs cock, but when you whined desperately, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.
âYa having fun, baby?â Bucky asked, humor in his tone as he ignored the pleading look in your eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and your mouth watered with the desire to flick your tongue over his cock head and lap it up. But then you remembered heâd asked you a question.
âYes, yes, but I need more,â you rasped, your voice husky with arousal, stuttering out of you as Steve kept pounding you from below. You arched your spine, sticking out your tits and putting them on display for the men while your fingers dug into Steveâs abs, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint,
âGreedy girl,â Bucky said, chuckling good-naturedly as he shifted closer on his knees. You angled your body toward him and he took one of your breasts in his free hand, kneading it with dextrous fingers while his mouth descended on the other. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and laved his tongue over it, still stroking his cock.
If Steve cared that Buckyâs cock was close to leaking all over his arm and ribs, he didnât say. Instead, the blond manâs eyes glittered with desire as he watched your boyfriend play with your tits.
âChrist, Buck, you get to fuck this pussy every day?â Steve huffed, awe and a little bit of jealousy in his ragged voice.Â
Buckyâs low laugh ghosted over your dewy skin. He gave your nipple one last affectionate suckle before pulling his mouth away, his other hand trailing down your body and between your thighs. Your boyfriend teased a fingertip around your clit, making your body jerk, a whine slipping from your lips that only made him laugh again.
âStevie,â Bucky began, light admonishment in his tone. He rubbed your clit, making you wail in pleasure as your body clenched down hard around Steveâs cock, pulling a loud grunt from the man between your thighs. âI fuck this pussy multiple times a day. You know how she feels now, wouldnât you fuck her every chance you got?â
âYesâfucking christ, yes,â Steve groaned, his chest heaving, hips rising up from the bed as he fucked you harder, chasing his release.Â
His wild blue eyes caught yours, Steveâs expression fixed into one of tenacity that made your pussy flutter.Â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, nearing the point of pain as he pulled you down onto his stiff length. âCome on my cockâlet me feel you before I blow my load in your cunt, please.â
You didnât know if it was Steveâs âpleaseâ or his cock buried deep in your pussy or Buckyâs fingers on your clitâthough you suspected it was a combination of all threeâbut the pleasure coiling tight in your core snapped. Electric currents of ecstasy flashed through your body as you came. Tossing your head back, you screamed your release to the heavens, your hips working of their own accord, grinding your pulsing cunt mercilessly on Steveâs cock.
Your boyfriendâs best friend was right behind you, coming with a rough shout, the tendons of his neck straining with his head thrown back on the bed. His fingers dug so deep into your plush hips, you couldâve sworn they reached down to the bone as he pulled you flush against his abdomen.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock twitch and the pulsing warmth of his come as it flooded your pussy. The sensation dragged another fluttering wave from your cunt, and you writhed against Steve, both of you eking out as much pleasure from each other as possible.Â
Buckyâs fingers didnât relent on your clit until you whined at the overstimulation, your upper body swaying almost drunkenly. Your head felt like it was filled with puffy clouds of pleasure as you slowly came down from the peak of your release, enjoying the way your body buzzed and your pussy fluttered around Steveâs softening cock.
âYou did so good, baby,â Bucky murmured into your cheek before kissing your temple tenderly.Â
A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as your eyes slid closed and you slumped against your boyfriendâs broad chest. You pressed your face into his sternum, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.Â
For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that. Buckyâs hand trailed comfortingly up and down your spine, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your face, while Steveâs big hands massaged your hips to ease some of the sting from his brutal grip. You were still going to bruise, but you didnât mind having his marks on you.
Unsurprisingly, their hands touching you, no matter how gentle and soft they were being, had an effect on you, and it wasnât long before desire rekindled in your core. Your hips squirmed restlessly, feeling Steveâs cock slip from your pussy, his release dripping out of you and making a mess of both your bodies.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, fingers trailing down his chest and taking his hard length in your hand. Your boyfriendâs cock jumped excitedly against your palm, the tip leaking precum that you desperately wanted to taste. Siting up, you looked up at your boyfriend from under your lashes, the corner of your mouth curling in a smirk. âDâyou want my mouth or my pussy?â
A pained sounding groan came from Steve, drawing both your and Buckyâs attention. The blond man had thrown an arm over his eyes, looking exhausted, even with the smile playing around the edges of his mouth.
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â Steve muttered, but you could feel his cock twitching beneath your messy cunt, trying to harden again already.
Bucky laughed huskily, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck before he pulled you to him for a consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth and you wondered distantly if he could taste Steveâs kiss on your lips, but then he groaned into you and all thoughts scattered from your mind.
When your boyfriend finally pulled away, you were breathless with anticipation, your wetness dripping from your pussy to coat Steveâs already slick cock.Â
âYouâre gonna clean up the mess you left all over Stevieâs cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled, his hand cupped beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. âWhile I pump your pretty pussy full of another load of come. Dâyou want that?â
You smiled and nodded eagerly, not even needing to think about it. âYes, please!â
Both men chuckled at your enthusiastic response as they began shifting on the bed, rearranging themselves to make Buckyâs words come true.Â
Steve dragged his half-hard cock from between your messy folds, making you whimper at the loss of him as the cold hotel air rushed in against your throbbing core. The blond man smirked a little smugly, ducking forward and capturing your lips in an apologetic kiss.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he rumbled when he pulled away, laughter in his tone. âYouâll have my cock again before tonightâs over.â He dropped one, last smacking kiss to your lips before shifting up the bed. He flopped down in the mound of pillows with a contented sigh and spread his thick, golden thighs for you to crawl between.Â
You bent forward onto your hands and knees and slid up the bed to settle between Steveâs legs, your fingers playing with the golden hair covering the taut muscles of his thighs as you pressed your face to his hip, leaving a lingering kiss against his skin.Â
You felt Bucky moving into position behind you, and you smiled against Steveâs abdomen when your boyfriendâs hands grabbed your hips. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you kissed closer to Steveâs cock.
Bucky adjusted your body until your ass lined up with his lap. His cock pressed between your closed thighs, sliding through the slickness of your and his best friendâs releases to coat his hard length, and you moaned into the thick thatch of hair at the base of Steveâs cock.Â
Turning your head to the side, you lowered your shoulders so your boyfriend could see you nuzzling his best friendâs hardening dick, which was still soaking wet with a mixture of his come and yours. The scent of your release mixing with Steveâs while Bucky teased you from behind was a heady thing and your hips swayed from side to side, your pussy aching desperately to be filled again.
âReady for me, baby?â Bucky teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He dragged the head of his cock through your dripping slit, making you whine and try to push back onto his stiff length.Â
Cutting your eyes over your shoulder, you gave your boyfriend a pleading look. âPlease, Bucky, just fuck me,â you mewled, arching your back and spreading your thighs as much as you could, presenting your pussy to your boyfriend the way you knew he liked.Â
You could tell by the way Buckyâs blue eyes darkened and dropped to the cleft of your ass that he liked what he saw. His big hands groped your thighs, then your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and grinning as he ran his thumbs along the seam of your pussy, pulling you open for him.Â
âWell, since you begged so prettyâŚâ He trailed off as he lined himself up with your hole, and then he was shoving the full length of his cock deep in your cunt.
You cried out in pleasure as Bucky speared into your sensitive hole, your face pressing against Steveâs cock, which jumped in response as if begging for your attention.Â
Looking up Steveâs muscular form, you found him propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm angled behind his head. His bicep bulged in a way that made your mouth water, wanting to trace the veins of his arm. Instead, you put your tongue to use on his cock, dragging the flat of it up the entire length and humming a satisfied sound as the taste of your combined releases filled your mouth.
âChrist, sweetheart,â Steve groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed, pushing his hardening length against your kiss-swollen lips as if begging for more.
You acquiesced to his bodyâs wordless plea, taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the head, wringing a grunt from Steve. His hand fell gently to the crown of your head, petting you affectionately as you worked his cock deep into your mouth, your lips forming a seal as you sucked him to full hardness.
âOh f-fuck,â Steve moaned, a slight tremor working through his thick thighs on either side of your body. His fingers flexed against your head, but he didnât push you away or pull you closer. âJesus, Buck, you didnât mention your girlâs mouth felt like fucking heaven,â he ground out through a clenched jaw, his eyes flicking to your boyfriend over your shoulder.
Bucky chuckled, fucking you in slow, lazy strokes, seemingly content to watch you suck off his best friend.Â
You knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time to give Steve the chance to recover so the two of them could take you at the same time. When you and Bucky had first discussed details about inviting Steve to join you for the night, youâd admitted that youâd fantasized about being spit-roasted, and you knew your wonderful boyfriend was making sure it happened before he took his own pleasure.
Bucky groped your ass tenderly, bringing you back to the moment as he laughed at Steveâs comment.Â
âSome things you just gotta figure out for yourself, Stevie,â came your boyfriendâs snarky reply, but his voice was low and gruff.Â
You could hear just how much your boyfriend was affected and you smirked around Steveâs cock, refocusing on your task so the two of them could fuck you properly and Bucky could come.Â
âJust wait till you feel her ass,â Bucky went on, surprising you by rubbing his thumb teasingly over your tight rosebud. âMy girlâs tightest hole will have ya seeing stars.âÂ
You hummed a pleased sound at Buckyâs praise, wringing a grunt from Steve as the vibrations travelled down his cock, and pushed your ass back against the tip of your boyfriendâs thumb. He chuckled, pressing past the ring of muscle in your ass and making your entire body melt when all three of your holes were filled.
Your throat relaxed enough that Steveâs cock slid into it, and you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter up off the bed again at the squeeze of your muscles. It seemed to take him effort to settle back onto the mattress, his hand flexing furiously against your head.
âF-fuck, sweetheart,â he groaned, while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Spit and drool coated the length of him, slipping past your lips and down your chin, making a new mess on his cock. âYouâre gonna suck out my fucking soul if ya keep doing that.âÂ
You huffed a laugh before taking Steve to the root and looking up at him from under your lashes. His blue eyes were glittering with desire, but there was something else in his gaze, too. Something deeper that you couldnât quite name, but made your heart pound a little bit harder.
Looking away from his searing gaze, you refocused on sucking Steveâs cock and reveling in the feeling of Buckyâs dick in your pussy while his thumb stayed buried in your ass.
The three of you lapsed into silence, save for the grunts and groans from Steve, and the rumbling growls from Bucky as he kept his self-control on a tightly held leash and fucked you in firm, steady strokes. Your own sounds were muffled by Steveâs cock, but the soft, wet noises added to the small cacophony of pleasure filling your ears.
Finally, when Steveâs cock was twitching and so slick with your spit that he was sliding easily into your throat, he used his hand on your head to gently pull you off him. When you glanced up at him, though, he wasnât looking at you. Craning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Bucky give his best friend a nod and you realized he mustâve shared your fantasy with Steve.
The realization didnât bother you, and you paused. It should bother you that your boyfriend shared something so intimate about you with his best friend, shouldnât it? But you found you didnât mind, because you liked Steve. Not only did you like him, you trusted him.Â
If youâd been able to think about it more, you mightâve realized that what you were beginning to feel for Steve was deeper than like and trust, but your boyfriendâs best friend was moving, dragging your attention back to the moment and the heat building steadily in your core.
Steve ducked forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss, tasting himself on your lips before he shifted up onto his knees, moving closer to you to line up the tip of his cock with your mouth. With one fist wrapped around the base of his length, Steve ran the tip along your pouting lower lip, leaving a trail of precum that you eagerly licked up.
âEager little cum slut, arenât you, sweetheart?â Steve rumbled with a low chuckle. He barely gave you time to grin and nod before he was pushing his cock between your lips like he was too impatient to wait for your answer when your hot mouth was so close to his hard length. âThatâs it, take my cockâIâll fill your slutty tummy with all the come in my balls.â
When he was buried in your throat, you moaned as loudly as you could manage, a shiver racing down your spine as you basked in the feeling of being filled from both ends. Buckyâs thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his thumb still filling your ass, and Steveâs dick was pressed so deep in your throat, you could only breathe through your nose.
âCareful, Stevie,â Bucky warned, but there was more warmth than menace in his tone. âIf you keep spoiling my girl, you might have to join us more often.â He pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before snapping them forward more forcefully against your ass. The sharp smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh met your ears and you moaned again.
âJesus, Buck,â Steve groaned, his cock twitching in your throat as he grabbed the sides of your head and began to pump shallowly into your mouth. âI might finally move back to Brooklyn if you promise I can fuck your girl with you on the regular.â He bit back a moan, gritting his teeth as he fucked your mouth faster, matching Buckyâs pace. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of burying my dick in one of your girlâs tight holes.â
You purred in pleasure at Steveâs praise, the corners of your mouth curling into a faint smile as he spread your lips to bury his cock in your throat. Your boyfriendâs best friend grunted in pleasure and he shoved harder into your mouth, pushing your nose against his abdomen until you were fully pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks.Â
It was heaven, your mind floating with ecstasy as you gave yourself over to sensation. The slick drag of Buckyâs cock in your cunt, fucking Steveâs come deeper into you as he pounded your hole while he used his thumb in your ass to pull you back onto his hard length. Steveâs cock was thick and throbbing and delicious on your tongue, your lips closing around him to suck on his hardness as much as you could.
âShoulda known the only way to get you back to Brooklyn was luring you with my girlâs pussy,â Bucky grunted, laughter in his voice. His hips slapped roughly against your ass, his free hand kneading your soft flesh and making you moan around Steveâs cock. âYou can stay with us while you look for a place,â he offered, his tone snarky despite his obvious arousal.Â
Pleasure swirled through your body, filling your head with fog, and it took you a long moment to understand Buckyâs words. If it had been anyone else, you mightâve been annoyed at Bucky for offering to let someone stay with you both without asking you first, but because it was Steve, you didnât mind. In fact, the idea of Steve staying at the brownstone you and Bucky called home sounded perfectânot the least of which because it meant he and your boyfriend could fuck you whenever they wanted.
Your response to your boyfriendâs offer was delayed by the consuming pleasure they were giving you. So you moaned your delight belatedly at what the men were discussing, making them both chuckle.Â
Steve stroked his thumb over your hollowed cheek, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes while he kept fucking your throat.Â
âYou like the sound of that, sweetheart?â he asked, his tone patronizingly sweet. âAre you so much of a needy slut that you need two cocks to keep your cunt satisfied?â
Before you had a chance to nod or offer some other answer in the affirmative, Bucky huffed a laugh and spanked your ass lightly, the sound cracking through the hotel suiteâs bedroom.
âOh, sheâs definitely that much of a slut,â he rumbled, his tone thick with love and affection, making you purr again. âArenât you, baby?âÂ
Obediently, you nodded your head, bobbing your mouth on Steveâs cock in the process and pulling a grunt from him even as both men laughed at your response. The boys fell silent again as they focused on fucking you, but your boyfriend didnât seem able to stay quiet for long.
âIf you do stay with us, watch out, Stevieâmy girl loves sucking cock first thing in the morning.â
Your heart raced with excitement at the implication of Buckyâs words. It was one thing to be fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend in a random hotel room across the country from your home. It was another thing entirely for your boyfriend to let you wake up his best friend with a blow job.Â
You couldnât help but wonder if, in this hypothetical situation, Bucky was watching you suck Steveâs cock first thing in the morning. And, if so, was he in bed with his best friend⌠You began to suspect you and your boyfriend had a few things to talk about once he and his best friend were done fucking you.
âYou kidding me, Buck?â Steve rasped, pulling your attention back to the present. âWaking up and immediately draining my balls in your girlâs perfect mouth sounds like a fucking dream.âÂ
He groaned, fucking your mouth harder, his thumbs swiping away the few tears that were falling onto your cheeks. Your heart beat harder, loving the way Steve was with you, so rough and gentle at the same time. So much like how Bucky treated you.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, youâd always have the taste of my cock on your tongue if I had anything to say about it,â Steve cooed down at you, making you hum happily as pleasure swirled through you. Your lips curled, trying to smile as much as you could manage as you stared up at Steve.
âFucking hell, Stevie,â Bucky growled, sounding angry at his best friendâs words, but you could feel the way his cock twitched inside you.Â
Steve, though, wasnât afforded the knowledge of Buckyâs bodyâs reaction to the thought of your mouth always tasting like his best friendâs come and he laughed abashedly.Â
âSorry, Buck, âm sure you donât wanna be thinking about my cock while youâre kissing your girl.âÂ
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically silent for a long beat, and both men slowed their movements. Steveâs hips stuttered to a stop with your face pressed to his abdomen so you couldnât look up and see what was happening.Â
The men mustâve been exchanging a wordless look because you could feel the energy in the room changing. It was uncertain at first, then tentative, then all-consuming.
âFuck,â Steve wheezed, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he grabbed your head and held you still so he could pound into your mouth.
âFuck âer good, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, his command drenched in desire. âFill her mouth with your come, and coat her tongue in it.âÂ
Behind you, your boyfriendâs thrusts turned hard and rough, his thumb sliding free from your ass so he could grab your hips hard. His fingers dug into your plush curves hard enough, you knew he was going to give you a second set of bruises to match the ones Steve had left. Something about that felt perfectly right.
As for you, you were pinned so firmly between the two men, all you could do was suck Steveâs cock and moan at the ravenous pleasure burning through your body.Â
It wasnât long before Steveâs length twitched against your tongue and he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth. He groaned loudly a second before he erupted in your mouth, filling it with rope after rope of his come, just like Bucky had told him to.Â
It covered your tongue and slid down your throat, and you worked to swallow all of it while Steve furiously jacked off the rest of his stiff length, making sure he drained every drop from his balls.
As Steve came, Buckyâs hand curved around your hip and slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it hard just the way he knew you liked. In just a few seconds, Bucky had you shattering apart beneath him, your body trembling as you moaned around Steveâs softening cock, the vibrations making one last rope fall onto your tongue.
Your boyfriend mustâve been holding out for your release, because at the first clench of your cunt around his hard length, he was groaning. Buckyâs cock throbbed in your pussy and he buried himself to the root, filling you up with even more come and painting your cunt with his spend.Â
The three of you writhed together as you each drew out each otherâs orgasms. Your mouth popped off the end of Steveâs cock to suckle on his balls, making him shudder and let out the most tortured groan that was music to your ears. Bucky kept fucking you through the aftershocks of your release, ensuring every drop of his come was buried deep in your cunt.
Finally, when all three of you were exhausted and sated, you collapsed together on the soft hotel mattress. Buckyâs arm wrapped around your front and he hauled you up the bed to settle on your back against the pillows between him and Steve. Your legs were all tangled together and you couldnât help the blissed out, happy smile that spread across your face as you looked from one man to the other.
âThat was fucking amazing, sweetheart,â Steve murmured against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweat-slick skin.
Bucky chuckled but nodded his agreement, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. âYou were such a good girl, baby, you took both of us so well.â His fingers were dancing over your ribs, making you giggle and melt beneath their affectionate kisses and warm praise.
But something was niggling at you, a reminder of the moment Bucky and Steve had shared while theyâd been buried inside you. The words Bucky had growled to his best friend flitted through your mind and you cut your eyes to your boyfriend, before shifting your gaze to his best friend, wondering if either of them were going to bring them up.
The energy in the room wasnât awkward, but you could tell by the way they werenât looking at each other, and were only paying attention to you that neither of them was going to revisit what was said between them in the heat of the moment. Rolling your eyes to yourself and huffing a silent sigh, you reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him to you for a messy kiss.Â
He groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue and you could feel the corner of his mouth curl in a self-satisfied smile. But before the kiss could last too long, and too much of Steveâs taste could be washed from your tongue, you pulled away.
Turning to Bucky, you looked your boyfriend deep in the eye, a question in the slight raise of your brow. It took him a moment to understand what you were doing, but when he did, his gaze darkened with desire and his eyes dropped to your mouth.Â
Then Bucky was kissing youâno, devouring you. His tongue plunged into your mouth and stroked against yours like he was licking it clean. A deep, guttural groan shuddered through your boyfriend when he tasted his best friendâs come on your tongue, and you could feel his cock twitch against your hip.Â
Bucky kissed you until Steveâs taste was gone, and then he kissed you some more, his mouth worshipping yours in a way that stole your breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he gave you a long, loving look, before his eyes lifted to his best friend.Â
The men stared at each other for a long moment. You waited quietly between them with bated breath, wondering what would happen nextâŚ
For years to come, Bucky and Steve would fight good-naturedly over who leaned in firstâwho took that leap forward to turn their friendship into something more. Both of them would boast that they were the brave one.Â
And every time they had their little fight, youâd get to tell Bucky and Steve that they both leaned forward at exactly the same second. That was the truth, and you knew because youâd been there to witness their first kiss.
Bucky and Steveâs mouths came together in a primal clashing of teeth and tongues, their lips consuming each other as they both groaned low in their chests. Years and years of friendship, and the something more that had been simmering beneath it, came to the surface, both men pouring their feelings into their kiss.
All you could do was watch, part of you shocked and part of you entirely unsurprised.
It was a wondrous thing to behold, your boyfriend kissing his oldest friend with just as much fervor as he kissed you after being gone on a long film shoot. They were both so gluttonous for each other, and you could feel the depth of their love changing as the kiss slowed into something tender.
Youâd have been lying if youâd said the sight of Bucky and Steve kissing hadnât rekindled the heat in your body that had been sated just moments before. But it helped that you could feel both of their cocks twitching and hardening against your hips while their hands buried in each otherâs hair.
Since you didnât want to ruin the moment for either of them, but you also couldnât remain still, not with your pussy pulsing desperately for attention, you slipped your hand between your legs. You trailed your fingers through the mess of wetness dripping from your cunt, pushing both menâs come back into your hole as you watched your boyfriend make out with his best friend in front of you.
You mustâve made a soundâor your thoroughly sopping wet pussy didâbecause Bucky and Steve finally pulled away from each other. Your boyfriendâs gaze dropped immediately to where you were fingering yourself, chuckling a low, filthy laugh.
âLooks like our girl doesnât appreciate being left out, Stevie,â Bucky commented, using his grip on Steveâs hair to tilt his best friendâs head down to look at your cunt.
You spread your thighs, showing the men how you were using your fingers to push their combined releases back into your cunt, letting out a wanton moan as you watched their eyes darken further with desire.Â
âMm,â Steve rumbled in agreement, flicking his gaze back up to Buckyâs. âThink we should do something about that, Buck?â he asked, humor in his tone. âAfter all, our girlâs been so good for us today.â
You whined a little at that, agreeing without words as you shoved a second finger into your well-used cunt, trying to sate some of the desire that was burning through your body with a renewed hunger.Â
âThat she has,â Bucky agreed, still talking to Steve like you werenât even there. Something about thatâabout both of them ganging up on you, made you hotter, wetter, and your thighs fell open even further.Â
Before you could take a breath deep enough to let out another whine, Bucky was rolling over and grabbing some lube from the bedside table and tossing it to Steve. Then the boys were hauling you up from the bed and arranging you on your knees between them, your back to Steveâs chest.Â
He was firm and steady behind you, his heart beating against your spine with just as much excitement as you felt in your belly.Â
You could feel Steve messing around with the lube, but your attention was solely on Bucky, who was pumping his thick cock in his fist. You could still see the sheen of your release on his thick length, but you didnât have time to appreciate that when he was pulling you onto his lap. Bucky impaled your pussy on his cock, shifting your weight to lay against his chest so Steve could spread your ass.
Steveâs cock pressed against your tight rosebud and both men used their hands to soothe your body and urge you to relax for them. Bucky cooed praises in your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for him and Steve. Your boyfriend caught your lips in a lazy kiss while Steve worked his cock into your ass, huffing and puffing the whole time.
âFuck, I can feel you inside her, Buck,â Steve wheezed when he was fully seated inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder, pressing kisses along your back while the three of you got used to the feeling of being joined together. âSheâs so fucking tight.â
You could practically hear the muscle in Steveâs jaw pop as he gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your ass, making both you and Bucky moan. It felt so perfect, having them both inside you, filling you. You didnât think you would ever get enough of having Bucky and Steve inside you at the same time, overwhelming you as they pressed you between their broad bodies.
âMm, youâre making her tighter, Stevie,â Bucky murmured against your lips. Then he pulled back so he could look into your eye. âYou doing ok, baby?â he asked, checking in with you. His eyes were filled with concern, but it wasnât warranted.
âSooo good,â you moaned, your voice drenched in pleasure and a dazed smile curling your lips, âfeel sooo full.âÂ
You swayed a little, and your hands searched for something to grab onto, finding Buckyâs hand with one and Steveâs with the other. Their fingers laced with yours, their other hands on either side of your hips, holding you between them.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about how perfect and right it felt to be with them, before your thoughts were scattering at the sensation of them shifting inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips.
âI donât think sheâs gonna last much longer, Stevie,â Bucky warned, his voice a low rumble, his hips beginning to rock and fuck you on his cock.Â
Steve huffed a laugh, rolling his hips in tandem with Bucky. âI donât think Iâm gonna last much longer, Buck,â he rasped. âOur girlâs ass is so fucking tight, I feel like I could blow any second.â
You whined at the comment, unable to form the words to protest that idea, and Bucky immediately understood your distress.Â
âDonât worry, baby, weâd never get off without getting you off first,â he assured you, ducking forward for a quick kiss as your bodies writhed together.
At the same time, both Bucky and Steveâs hands slid down between your thighs. There was a moment of hesitation from both men, and you could practically feel them exchanging a look over your shoulder, but then their fingers slotted together, the tips finding your clit.Â
You didnât know which of them was rubbing you or if they both wereâand you didnât care. You just felt the burst of pleasure bloom from between your thighs and spread in a warm wave through your body. Your head fell back on Steveâs shoulder as you rocked between their firm, muscular bodies, their cocks filling you up so much you felt like they were imprinting themselves on your soul.
Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you kept your eyes cracked open, staring at Bucky and Steve, a part of you wishing theyâd kiss againâknowing they both wanted to. But instead, they kept exchanging heated glances, their gazes darting from you to each other.
Still, their hands curled together against your pussy as they fucked you and got you off together. You squeezed their hands in your own and they smiled, first at each other, then at you. You could feel something building between the three of you. Not just your pleasure, but something deeper, a bond that you knew was going to be the foundation of your new life together.
Spurred by Bucky and Steveâs cocks and their fingers on your clit, your release rolled over you like the crashing of a thunderstorm, shaking you to your core. The tightening of your body pushed both men over the edge at the same time, and they grunted and groaned their pleasure as the three of you rode out your releases together.
That time, when you collapsed to the bed, you were all finally fully sated.Â
Soft words and praises were exchanged as the three of you cleaned up in the bathroom, Bucky and Steve taking turns washing you in the shower before they scrubbed off themselves.Â
When you were towel dried and clad in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, Steve left the suit to grab his things from the room heâd also booked in the hotel. Youâd grumbled at that, not wanting him to leave even for a moment, but Bucky distracted you with a kiss while Steve ducked out.
While Steve was gone, Bucky used the opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and ask if you were ok with everything that had happened.Â
âBucky,â you murmured, rolling onto your back on the bed, pulling him with you so his head lay on your chest and your legs tangled together. âIâm more than okâeverything we did tonight feels right. Didnât it?âÂ
Bucky hummed in thought as you raked your nails through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. âYeah, it did,â he admitted after a moment. You could feel his smile through the cotton of your shirt a moment before he lifted up, his mouth finding yours in a slow, sweet kiss.Â
When he moved back to lay on your chest, he squeezed you tight, murmuring his love for you into your sternum, right above your beating heart. You carded your fingers through his hair, trailing them over his bare shoulders since heâd only put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in.
By the time Steve returned, you and Bucky were half asleep, laying entwined in the bed that was more than big enough for the three of you. Still, Steve paused at the edge of the bed, wearing his own pair of boxer briefs, and looked at the two of you as if unsure whether he should join you.
âRoom for one more?â Steve asked, and you could hear the hesitance in his voice.Â
A soft smile curved the corners of your mouth and you took a second to look at Steve. He was just as handsome in the dim light of the hotel suite as heâd been in the bright sunshine on Hollywood Boulevard, but you felt more than just excitement seeing him.Â
You may not have loved himâyetâbut you knew you could love Steve just as much as you loved Bucky. And you suspected Buckyâs feelings for his best friend were well on their way there already.Â
Steve wasnât just some Hollywood heartthrob to you anymore, or even just your boyfriendâs best friend. He was yours, and Buckyâs, just like you and Bucky were his.
Raising your arm to gesture Steve into bed, a giggle slipped from your lips when you realized you and Bucky had reached for him at the same time.Â
âThereâs plenty of room for one more, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, beckoning his best friend to get into bed.Â
âYeah, Stevie, come cuddle,â you said, laughter making your voice lighter.Â
Steve shot you both one of his devastatingly charming smiles and then he was crawling into the bed and sliding beneath the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head beside yours on the pillow and the three of you finally settled down.Â
Before sleep pulled you under, you felt Steve and Bucky lace their fingers together against your hip, their hands holding onto each other as they both held onto you. With a happy smile on your face, you fell asleep, looking forward to starting the new day with Bucky and Steve.Â
There wasnât just room for one more in the bedâthere was room for one more in your life with Bucky, and you were so happy to have Steve join you both.
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