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“Bunny, if you keep being a goddamn cock tease, you’re gonna regret it,” Bucky growls in your ear, after you once again snuck your hand under the table to squeeze the bulge in his tight black jeans. From the corner of your eye, you can see Steve nod his agreement to Bucky’s words.
Normally, they wouldn’t mind–in fact, they’d do more teasing than you were doing. But tonight, Tony had taken everyone out to meet important people, and he laid down the law that the band needed to be on their best behavior.
However, you reasoned that since you technically weren’t a part of the band, the rule didn’t apply to you. So, why shouldn’t you enjoy teasing the two of them for a change.
Shifting in your seat, you lean against Steve’s side, your hand sneaking under his shirt so you can drag your nails along his abs. The low rumbling groan you hear him make, has you smirking. Taking it further, you push your hand under the waistband of his jeans to get your fingers around the head of his cock and squeeze. Steve inhales sharply, his head jerking towards you as you pull your hand free and lick the pre-cum off your fingers.
“What’s the matter Stevie?” you ask sweetly, swirling your tongue around the straw in your drink now and watching the way his eyes watch the movement.
“You’re just asking to not be able to walk straight for a week, aren’t you, sugar?” he asks under his breath.
Your cunt clenches at the thought, and you can feel how damp your panties are getting. Ignoring it, you give him a sweet smile and bat your eyes at him. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”
The pair of them let out twin huffs of annoyance at your antics. You just sip innocently at your drink when you catch Tony staring in your direction with narrowed eyes. So, you wave at him just to see him roll his eyes.
It’s not until you’re in the bus that you realize just how much trouble you’re in. Steve’s hand clamps around the back of your neck when you go to make a move towards the bathroom and he asks, “Where do you think you’re going you little cock tease?”
“Um, to shower?” You try to make your voice sound confident, but your heart is already thudding in your ears, your breath coming quick.
“Oh?” Steve says, his voice deadly calm as his fingers squeeze your neck. “You really think after the stunt you pulled you’re going to be doing anything but taking us both until you pass out from it?”
Vaguely, you’re aware of the curious gaze of the others as Steve marches you to the bedroom with Bucky hot on his heels. The moment the curtain closes, your hands are pulled behind your back and you hear the faint clink of metal and the sound of one of them pulling their belt out of their pants. Steve loops it around your wrists and pulls it tight.
Bucky pushes himself between you and the bed, Steve a solid mass at your back. His eyes glint, dark and hot, as he pulls his knife out of his pocket and flicks it open with a quiet snick. That single sound sends a shiver of anticipation through you.
Wiggling the knife at you, Bucky purrs, “Better keep still, bunny. Don’t want to cut this pretty skin of yours now, do we?”
“Or you could,” you blurt out, your mouth having a mind of its own.
Bucky’s eyes narrow, and he slowly presses the tip of his knife against the hollow of your throat. You can’t help but flinch at the cool metal touching your skin, inhaling sharply when Bucky drags the tip down to your cleavage. He’s applying just enough pressure that you can feel it, but not enough to actually cut you.
Hooking the knife into your shirt, he twists and then tugs until the keen edge slices through the fabric of your shirt. In moments, he’s shoving the split fabric down your arms to snag up on your wrists. You flinch a second time when Bucky’s knife pushes against your skin, low on your stomach, slipping into your jeans.
A tremor runs through you when the spine of the blade brushes over your slit while Bucky makes quick work of your pants. In very little time at all, your clothes are nothing more than tattered scraps on the floor. As for you? Your chest is heaving and cunt aching.
Steve’s fingers weave into your hair and he yanks your head back so you're looking at him. You think he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he grabs a fistful of Bucky’s shirt and yanks him close. Their mouths clash, a fight for dominance that’s all teeth and tongue.
Watching them kicks your engines into high gear, leaving you feeling needy and aching. You squeeze your thighs tight, rubbing them together, desperate to soothe the ache since your hands are trapped.
The fingers in your hair tighten, yanking your head back further as Steve pulls away from Bucky’s mouth. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re not touching me,” you whine.
Steve’s hand leaves your hair to wrap tight around your throat, squeezing, as he tells you to be quiet. His voice is low and commanding, that tone he gets when he’s dropped completely and totally into full dom-mode. A shiver runs down your spine in response, throat working to swallow despite the tightness of his fingers.
Bucky’s voice is in your ear, his tone softer but no less commanding as he asks, “Can you snap?”
The sharp sound of your quick snap rings out and Steve nods. And then he’s shoving you to your knees, and using your hair to shove you all the way down on Bucky’s cock. With a retching gag your throat struggles to accept the sudden intrusion, your eyes watering. Bucky’s groan is long and deep, his hands tangling into your hair next to Steve’s.
Drool runs down your chin, dripping onto your chest, your hands flexing and releasing over and over while Bucky’s hips snap as he fucks your throat. He’s moving too fast, and in too deep for you to be able to breathe, so it isn’t long before your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen. The throbbing in your cunt doubles as black spots dance in your vision.
Just before you pass out, Steve barks out, “Stop.”
Instantly, Bucky’s cock is gone, and you’re coughing as you suck in air hard through your nose. Steve’s hand hooks around the belt on your wrists to pull you back to your feet. There’s a slight burn in your shoulders as he does. But you don’t care.
In seconds, you found yourself on your knees on the bed, ass up and face pressing into the mattress while Steve’s cock nearly splits you in two as he buries himself in your cunt with one brutal thrust. Your moan is more scream than anything, the sound muffled. Then you feel a wad of spit land on your ass, quickly followed by another before Steve’s finger is breaching your ass.
You come with a wail, cunt clenching tight around Steve’s length even as he’s working a third finger into your ass. With a sharp smack, his palm connects over the meat of your right cheek. It makes you jerk and moan, but you also press back against him.
Bucky’s there then, hand weaving into your hair to pull you up so that he can feed his cock back into your mouth. He’d been jacking it the entire time Steve was fucking you, so it doesn’t take long before his cum is shooting down your throat. While you swallow most of it, some of it ends up spilling back out to mix with the spit on your chin.
By the time Steve can nearly sink his hand into you, you’ve come twice more and are trembling. Bucky’s in front of you still, alternating between fucking your mouth and his fist until Steve’s giving him a sharp nod. It feels like the world spins as you find yourself dragged up and around.
Hand around your throat, Steve examines your face, smirking a little at the half dazed look. Bucky knees up behind you, hands gliding up your sides and back down to grip your hips before his slicked up cock is sinking inch-by-inch into your prepped hole. The moment he’s seated to the hilt, Steve’s lifting your legs over his arms and pushing into your aching cunt.
As the feeling of fullness increases, another climax rips violently through you. Body snapping taut as wire, you nearly pass out from the strength, and from the way that Steve’s continuing to thrust into you.
Bucky’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing off your air while you’re still riding the wave. The pair of them groan in unison as they feel you milking both of their cocks as a new orgasm crashes into you the moment his fingers release.
“I’m gonna fill your cunt full to the brim,” Steve tells you, his teeth tugging hard on your earlobe. “And then, I’m gonna shove my cock in your tight little ass along with Buck’s and we’re gonna fuck you until you’re voice gives out and our cum is leaking out of you.”
The only response you can give them is a whimper, your brain fuzzy static as electric fire races through you. Steve’s teeth drag down your neck, his hips snapping hard and fast as he pumps his seed into you while you let out a hoarse cry.
Then, Bucky’s laying back, pulling you along with him and holding you against his chest while Steve picks up the bottle of lube. Hands on your tits, Bucky alternates rolling your nipples between his fingers and pinching and tugging hard on them. Every tug shoots pleasure straight to your cunt and makes you moan louder.
Carefully, moving slowly, Steve holds his cock steady as he presses into your ass alongside Bucky. Your eyes roll back; the stretch, the burn, the feeling of being too full overwhelming you completely. Stopping all movement, Steve taps on your cheek until you blink and focus on his face.
“Color?”
It takes you a moment to remember the word, the static in your mind buzzing in your ears. Steve taps your cheek lightly and the word pops into your head and out of your mouth. “Green. Fuck, please. Green.”
Chest heaving, throat raw, face damp with tears and sweat, you feel like a live wire on full charge by the time Steve’s got his cock buried into you. When he starts to move, you lose all sense of everything but the overstimulating pleasure.
Neither Bucky or Steve are able to last much longer, the feel of your ass wrapped around them, the glide of their cocks pressing against each other inside of you becoming too much. Bucky comes first, and it’s the throbbing of his cock that sets off Steve.
You don’t pass out, but you’re limp as a rag doll between their large bodies. Head full of stardust and cotton, you twitch and shiver as they carefully pull out of you. While Steve releases your wrists, rubbing them to restore the circulation, Bucky rolls off the bed to get water, food, and a damp rag to clean you up.
“Bunny,” Bucky croons, Steve carefully wiping the cum, sweat, lube, and other fluids off your body. It takes several long minutes of Bucky murmuring quiet words to you, before you shift and croak out, “Bucky.”
“There’s our girl,” Bucky says. Kissing your cheek. “Are perfect girl. I need you to drink some water. Can you do that for me?”
You nod weakly, and wrapping an arm around you he supports you as he helps you drink a half bottle of water. Brushing damp hair off your face, he kisses your cheek again and talks you into eating the sugary treats he brought with him.
Feeling more like yourself again, you reach out to touch Steve. “Stevie.”
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” Steve answers. Tossing the rag away and draping a blanket over you. “How about we get some sleep now, huh?”
You mumble a response, eyes closing as Steve gathers you up to his chest and Bucky wraps himself around your back. The last thought that floats through your head is that maybe you should be a cock-tease more often.