#steverogers

There was a secret code in college, an unspoken rule if you will. Never, ever, by any means, fall in love, or sleep with the professors. And yes, they might be handsome, and yes, they might be only seven years or so in age difference. But never, EVER, be romantically or sexually involved. And this rule stuck by most students and more professors. There were young girls who always fawned over the brooding, tall, and mysterious drinks of water known as their music or mathematics teachers. And boys that would whisper among themselves who was the hottest, Ms. Romanoff, the science teacher, or Mrs. Maximoff, the criminology professor.

But you? You swore the minute you only barely got accepted to the college―since you were late for the cut―that you would not look at your teachers in such an inappropriate and unprofessional way. Besides, you were one day going to be joining them as a professor once you pass your training exam. You always wanted to teach visual arts and theater and this college has allowed you not only to study such majors and degrees but also train so that one day you’ll be able to teach them yourself to others.

You worked hard, studied instead of sleeping. Sleeping instead of hanging out with friends. Even if you could call your sleep, sleep. It was more like interval naps thirty minutes at a time. Your life revolved around your work, and yet when you met the stand-in, since your normal teacher was away for a couple of weeks. It was like your brain no longer understood how to function. And the worst part…

There were two of them.

Both strong, tall, and deviously handsome. One had a voice so deep you could feel the vibrations of his vocals every time he spoke, and the other had eyes as piercing as the sun and a smile that could kill. To say they were your ideal type would be an understatement. And what was the icing on the cake? They are huge. Beefy broad shoulders, thick biceps and thighs, heavy chests. They were like super soldiers from a hero movie, and oh, how that made you swoon. Wanting nothing more than for them to pick you up and throw you around as if you weighed nothing. If you were to stand in between them, you surely would be caged in the best way possible.

You met them during the first term, six months ago. And every day since was a little unspoken game of cat and mouse. You didn’t flirt at first, still wanting to be professional but as your late hours at the library grew or the time spent sitting in an empty classroom for some quiet as your dorm was too loud to concentrate became more common. Mr Barnes and Mr Roger came to your aid to help you with your studies, of course. First, they would sit at the front of the classroom while you were at a row of desks. They would explain about being a teacher, cheat sheets of sorts, and tips for when to do your first training shift. Helping you understand the ins and outs of navigating college students. And then it slowly moved to one of them sitting next to you, Mr Barnes, you could smell his cologne, the musk of his natural scent. His arm would brush yours, occasionally making you see how his large biceps were. And they were definitely the same if not larger than your thighs. Your body felt so small next to him.

And then Mr Roger sat on the other side of you. The feeling of being caged was coming to reality, and it was burning a fire inside of you. You tried to brush away these feelings. They are your professors, after all and one day, co-workers, not some school crush to dote over. But they were so smooth-talking, charming, with flirtatious smiles, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder since they are so naturally big, were they big else where…

“You get all that peach?” Mr Roger’s voice snapped you out of your lewd thoughts, redness suddenly pooling on your cheeks. You see, that's why Mr Rogers had given you such a nickname, Peach, because of the shade of pink your cheeks would be whenever he made eye contact with you. Deep down you knew your professor shouldn’t be nicknaming his student but then again you didn’t take the classes they taught, and the longer you thought about it, the more okay it was to flirt back. After all, you were all adults.

“You seem a bit distracted today?” Mr Barnes grumbled behind you, making a shiver dance down your back. My god, if that man sounded like that on a regular basis, you wondered what his bedroom voice sounded like, or even better, his morning voice. “Is something bothering you?” He asked, placing his large hand on your shoulder, stopping you from turning to the side to see him. No, instead, he slowly rubbed his fingers deep into your tense muscle, making you feel relief surge through you. You almost forgot to answer the question, too focused on the older man's hands doing wonders on your shoulders.

“I-I uhmm…” You were lost, suddenly feeling Mr Rogers strongly grip the top part of your thigh, rubbing circles on your exposed flesh where the hem of your shorts are. “It’s just. M-mr Rogers..”

“Don’t worry, Peach, and I said already. Call me Steve. We are going to be co-workers soon. You should address me and Bucky as such.” He included his friend and co-worker at the end, letting you know what you’ve been told for the thousandth time, call them by their first names. “You seem tense, Sugar. What could ever be the cause of so much tension in this pretty body of yours.”

Your eyes snapped open now, looking at Mr Rogers―uh you mean Steve―in his intense stare. Did he just call you Sugar? Now, your face was definitely redder than a tomato at this point. “S-Steve..”

Steve groaned, biting his lip while rolling his eyes slightly. He had to pull back for a second before returning his hand to your thigh. “God, my name sounds so good when you say it.”

You looked away for a moment, feeling like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. The next thing you knew, a pair of large beefy arms pulled you by your waist until your ass was placed onto a board, hard, lap. “Say my name Doll Face. I wanna hear what my name sounds like coming off your pretty lips.” All barriers were gone and lines were being crossed. But none of you cared anymore. The flirtation became too much, more so for the men it seems and with Bucky’s lips finding the sweet spot behind your ear you couldn’t help but moan;

“Bucky…”

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.” The hold Buck had on you got tighter, and his huge biceps caged your back against his heavy chest. Your mind was spinning at the sheer thought that all Bucky and Steve had to do was squeeze you tight enough that you’d break. They are so much bigger than you, stronger than you. They could throw you around and do as they pleased to you and all you could―would―do is lay back and take it.

“We knew you’d be such a good girl for us Peaches. Just look at you, head empty already when we have barely touched you.” Steve chuckled, squeezing your thigh, letting his long fingers slip towards where you needed them most. “You want us to touch you, Sugar? Teach you some real lessons?” He emphasized the word ‘real’, all knowing that he and Bucky were going to teach you anything but a real lesson in this moment.

“Please…” You retched out for Steve, gripping his perfectly iron button-up, pulling him towards you. “Please show me…” He drew his lips to yours quickly as Bucky bit down onto your shoulder while his hands loosely moved to open your legs, letting Steve cup your entire wet cunt with his huge hand. You were most definitely in for the ride of your life.

-

You gasped loudly, Steve’s large hands slamming you onto the desk. Bucky had lifted you up off your chair, ripping your panties down while pulling up your skirt. It all happened so fast. Legs spread, Steve’s hot clothed crotch humping against your aching core. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, vaguely hearing both men whisper and chuckle. You felt so exposed under their gaze even though you were mostly dressed. Bucky’s deep chuckle caught your attention, making you shiver. “Look at that. She’s leaking down her thighs.” Bucky squatted down beside you, snaking his hand along your plump flesh. Picking up some of your juices that had spilled down towards your ankle. You had practically come just from them throwing you around like a rag doll. Steve’s hips snapped against you, letting you feel his growing erection as he let out a groan, feeling your slick seep onto his slacks.

“Fuck I might just nut humping this desperate cunt.” Steve gulped, his hands digging deep into the skin on your hips, creating crescent shapes from his nails. Your ears were ringing, as you felt so overwhelmed and they hadn't even touched you where you needed them yet.

“Buck..Stevie..” You gasped, suddenly hearing a loud clank of a belt buckle. A hand gripped your chin, letting your wide eyes see Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum on his exposed tummy while he held the hem of his shirt up.

“Be a good doll and open up.” He let go of your chin, moving to pump his dick, tapping his red angry tip against your sealed lips. You opened up obeying every word both men gave. Flattening your tongue, you let Bucky’s large girth slide into your wet, warm mouth. “Fuck that’s it, baby. Take every. Fucking. Inch.”

Your jaw went slack, stinging slightly as you tried not to gag. Bucky’s moans quickly filled the room, and he knew if they continued, they would only get louder. So he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he had been tightly gripping in his hand. You could feel him in your throat as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.

“Fuck look. She's getting excited just from sucking your cock Punk.” Steve had knelt down, coming face to face with your cunt. His mouth watered, studying the way you clenched around nothing every time Bucky thrusted into you. “Okay Sugar, for your first official lesson, let's see how quickly you squirt on my face.”

You whimpered around Bucky’s cock feeling Steve’s tongue lap a long, slow strip of your cum, sucking on your lower lips before pulling away with a pop. His mouth was hot and abusive, his fingers slipping in next to his tongue. They were pumping at a pace that was making your lower tummy burn. Your jaw was slack, tempting to lock or close tightly around Bucky. He seemed to notice picking up his pace in order to release deep down your throat. “Fuck DolI think I’m gonna bust down this pretty throat of yours. Is that okay? I want to empty myself in your mouth.”

You whimper around Bucky’s cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his thighs, a silent way for you to say ‘yes, please, do as you please’. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was like his seed was endless, and when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. “Awe, was it too much Baby?”

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Bucky sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. “Well come here, Doll. Let me help.” His dark smirk made your head spin. “Sharing is caring afterall.”

His lips latched onto yours, letting his tongue slip into your half-full mouth. His seed spilled into his mouth, letting himself taste the saltiness of his come. He swallows quickly, making you cry out against his hot, wet muscle. Meanwhile, Steve hadn't stopped his assault on your aching pussy pumping to fingers deep inside you tipping you over the edge. Your climax was unlike anything you’ve felt before in your life. Your eyes were rolled back and your whole body tensed. You were on fire. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

“Hmm.” Steve chuckles against your cunt. “You got a potty mouth baby.” you had the temptation to bite back at him suddenly, knowing all they had been doing for the past twenty minutes was swear and spill out filth. But the gushing liquid flowing down your legs distracted you, moaning instead, feeling your knees buckle.

“Well why don’t ya look at that.” Bucky had stepped back to stand behind you, taking in the view of you slumped against the hard oak. Laying on top of the deck, legs almost practically dangling limp and white cream mixing with clear liquid pouring down onto the floor below you. Steve had stood up also, standing with his hands on his hips as if to admire his handy word, looking smug of himself. “Maybe we should take a picture. Document the first time we got our girl off, huh?”

Steve and Bucky were mumbling to one another as if you weren’t just lying on a school table fucked out of your mind in front of them. Suddenly you hear a click of a camera and your mind, as if a miracle, unfogs. Using your shaking arms you prop yourself on your elbows, wiggling your ass slightly while trying to look over your shoulder. “Fuck stay still princess.”

You tried to obey, noticing Steve’s flash on his phone. You’ve never been in such a dirty position, let alone filmed. You wanted to come just at the sheer thought these two very beefy men were so obsessed with what you looked like they needed to take photos for safekeeping. It makes you have a sense of power. Strangely. “James, Steve. Someone please…touch me.”

You couldn’t explain where this newfound confidence came from, but your words made both males instantly by you. Steve helped you up, leaning your chest against his while Bucky stood behind you, giving feathering kisses along your neck and covered shoulder blade. “We are here princess. You want us to touch you. Fuck you right here in this classroom.”

“Yes please,” you answered so sweetly, Steve swore he could have melted right then and there. Bucky already had his slacks down, quickly following with his boxers. He grasps your hips, lifting your shirt up slightly so he can get a good view of your ass. His large hand almost covered your entire plump left cheek, loving the way your body curves, rolls and folds beautifully. Like fresh bread dough, ready for Bucky to knead.

“Fuck, you gonna have to take us raw.” Bucky motioned, realizing he didn’t have condoms with him and he knew Steve was definitely not carrying. “You okay with that Doll?”

“Yes, please, sir.” The plea fell from your tongue before you could register what you had said. The pet name sent Bucky’s cock twitching. His fingers dug more into your hips, threatening to draw blood from the sheer tightness of his grip. His tip slid along your folds, picking up some of your slick, while Steve’s eyes were glued to where his best friend was almost connected to you. It was a sight he never wanted to forget.

“Fuck Baby, what did I say about calling us sir or Mr…” Steve’s voice was deep, deeper than normal. With a grumble hidden beneath. You whimper out a simple ‘sorry’ feeling a weird form of guilt, feeling bad for making your boys upset… your boys. That’s it. That’s what your mind thought of them as. But that’s if they’ll have you more than just today. Your eyes opened, looking straight at Steve. Your brow was scrunched as you reached for him. He stepped closer, his left hand gripping the back of your neck so you were at eye level with him. “If you keep calling us sir. I can’t promise what I might do to you.”

“S...Sir. Please, ahhh.” You gasp, suddenly feeling Bucky sink deep inside your cunt. Steve growls, pulling his cock out of his slacks, pushing you down so you were bent on an angle, your ass flushed against Bucky’s pelvis and Steve’s angry tip pressed firmly to your mouth. Pre-cum smeared on your tongue as you lapped along his shaft before he pushed inside your warm mouth.

"Fuck you feel amazing Princess." Steve threw his head back in a groan. His fingers laced in your messy hair, tightly guiding you along his cock. Bucky, on the other hand, had his nails dug into your plump flesh, thrusting at a speed that left no room for oxygen. He didn't let you get used to his size, but the burn made your tummy rumble. He stretched you out perfectly, making your eyes roll back and saliva pool in your mouth, which inevitably spilled out down Steve’s cock, coating his balls.

"Shit, Doll. Why didn't we do this sooner? Your pussy is so fucking tight. And warm. Feels like heaven." Bucky’s rambles cause you to clench around him, making his hips stutter a bit. Steve’s cock still deep down your throat you mumble around him, making the vibrations cause Steve to still himself, fearing he might come then and there.

“Come one, Sugar, why don’t you come for Bucky, hey? So we empty our loads in you.” You knew deep down Steve’s desperate words were because he was close, and given how shallow his thrusts were and no longer timed. You were aware he didn’t have long. So you just moaned in response, wiggling your hips against Bucky in a way to tell him to hurry up. Bucky’s dark chuckle went straight to your core, making your high draw closer. You no longer felt the shyness from before but a newfound feeling brewing in your gut. One that made you well aware that these two very large men were wrapped around your little finger. You let one hand go from Bucky’s thigh, bringing it down so you could rub your clit harshly, quickly finding a rhythm towards your release.

“Fuck I’m coming.” Bucky crossed his hands, placing them on opposite hip dips, slamming his cock just right into your soaked cunt, emptying his seed deep inside. This made you cum, clenching tightly around him, milking him of his juices. Steve on the other hand, with his eyes watching intensely at how his cock disappeared then reappeared from your mouth, he grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail, stilling his thrusts to come inside your slacked mouth. You tried your best to swallow but just like Bucky, it was like his white creamy liquid was endless. So when he pulled out of you, he was quick to pull you up by your hair, smashing his lips against your own. His tongue slipped inside, taking his cum into his own mouth and swallowing. You have never known a man to taste himself let alone swallow his own load. God, it made you hornier than those female students fawning over these two super soldier-like men in front of you now.

“Come on, Stevie. Come take her for a spin.” You could hear Bucky’s deep voice chuckling behind you. You pulled away from Steve seeing Bucky swiftly move to stand beside the larger man. He grabbed Steve’s cock, tugging it a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. “You still have one more in ya, why don’t you empty it into our sweet girl here.”

Bucky’s lips grazed Steve’s sweaty neck, licking along the other male's jugular before giving it a little bite. These two have definitely played this game before with one another. But whether or not it has been with another person involved is a different story. But you shook off any negative thoughts when you reminded yourself about what Bucky had called you. Our girl. God, these men will be the death of you. Steve didn’t have time to say anything as you quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulders tightly, much to your poor imbalance. His hands, without hesitation, gripped your hips, holding you close against his broad chest. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, desperately, but there was a hint of something more. A stillness, caringness behind his kiss, something that was screaming, more, more, more.

Steve’s hand fell from your hip, snaking to grab a handful of your ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, his sharp inhale through his nose. Without breaking the kiss, he walked with you tightly in his grasp before the back of your legs hit the desk softly. You understood instantly what he wanted, removing your hands from his shoulders and then placing them down onto the oak table. You push yourself up with the little strength you have left, letting him shimmy between your spread thighs. He finally pulled away from your lips, so he could look down to where his cock was resting on your soaked tummy, “such a pretty baby. So ready for whatever we want. Are you a good girl Peach? Going to be my good girl?”

“Yes, Stevie. I want to be your good girl. For both of you.” You felt tears welt against the crease of your eyelids. Your nails dig into the wood beneath you. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride from just how easily you submit to him and Bucky. How willing you are. He wonders what else they could get up to if they were in more of a private setting…

“That’s it, baby. Now, take a deep breath.” Steve knew he was much bigger than Bucky and even though he had prepped you and Bucky has fucked you senseless only a moment prior. He was still going to be a lot to take in. Girth and length. So you obeyed perfectly, taking in a deep, slow breath as you felt him slip inside you, inch by inch. Your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, following with a silent scream and brows scrunched. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever felt before. You tilted your head back, letting Steve dive straight for your jugular, sucking a harsh purple mark on your neck that would be very visible later. You were going to have to hide that tomorrow, but for now, you basked in the feeling of his teeth, tongue, or lips, as he thrusted at a slow but intense pace. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a fuse box crackling electricity through water.

Everything was so sensitive.

And you needed more. Reaching up you grabbed Steve’s collar of his messy shirt, bringing his body close. His face nuzzled into your neck, snapping his hips at a pounding pace that quickly made you see stars. You were so close already, just needed a little push, and then your eyes wandered to a very desperate-looking Bucky with his fully hard cock again once again, pumping it like his life depended on it. His eyes were focused on the way Steve’s hips jackhammered into you, following the same rhythm with his fist. And that sight alone helps you climax, clenching tightly around Steve’s cock, milking the older man for everything he had.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He mumbled against your neck, biting down hard onto your shoulder as he emptied his seed deep inside your womb. Everything suddenly went still, quiet. Even Bucky had stopped, coming all over his hand from the entertainment he was gifted before him. Steve’s breath was pooling against your shoulder, while your face nuzzled into his neck feeling his rapid pulse on the tip of your nose. There was nothing awkward about what had happened. But comfortable. Like you three were always meant to do this. Like all these games of cat and mouse were supposed to end up with you in their arms.

“So uh, another round back at ours?” Bucky’s question just caused you and Steve both to simply laugh.

-

The office door clicked shut behind you with a sound that felt far too loud in the silence.

You stood there clutching the bag strap, pulse hammering, while Professor Barnes leaned back against his desk with that familiar unreadable expression — dark eyes fixed entirely on her.

And then there was Professor Rogers.

Watching.

Not cold.

Not judgemental.

Interested.

“You nervous?” Barnes asked quietly.

You swallowed. “A little.”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “You never are with me.”

Heat rushed straight into your face.

Steve stepped closer then, careful, giving you plenty of room to move away if you wanted. “Bucky told me about the two of you,” he said gently. “But nothing happens unless you want it to.”

Your breath caught.

Barnes’ hand slid around your waist, grounding and warm. “You can say no, doll.”

Instead, you nodded.

And the look that passed between the two professors nearly made your knees weak.

Steve’s hand brushed your cheek first — impossibly soft for someone so broad — while Barnes pressed a slow kiss beneath your ear. The contrast between them unraveled you immediately. One steady and patient. One rough around the edges, possessive in the way he touched.

“Oh my god,” you whispered before you could stop herself.

Barnes chuckled darkly against your skin. “Already?”

“Easy,” Steve murmured, though his smile said he was enjoying this just as much.

They guided you carefully, deliberately, until you were perched on the edge of the desk, caught between them. Every touch felt amplified: Barnes’ fingers tightening at your hip, Steve smoothing a hand up your trembling thigh, kisses stolen between breathless laughs and muffled sounds you tried desperately to suppress.

“Quiet,” Barnes teased softly. “Someone could hear you.”

That only made it worse.

Your hands clutched at Steve’s shoulders while Barnes kissed you senseless, and every time you thought she could steady yourself, one of them would touch you again and send another shiver through your body.

“Oh my god,” you kept mumbling helplessly. “Oh my god…”

Steve kissed your forehead when your legs started trembling. “You’re doing so well.”. The praise nearly destroyed you.

Barnes looked entirely too pleased by how responsive you were, by the way you melted between them, by how hard you’d fought to stay quiet while they overwhelmed you with attention.

And when you finally buried your face against Steve’s shoulder to hide another broken sound, both men laughed softly — affectionate, warm, devastating.

“Think we spoiled you,” Barnes murmured.

You could barely answer.

Especially not when Steve tipped your chin up gently and said, “Pretty sure she likes it.”

Bucky lounged back in his chair like he had all the patience in the world, one arm draped over the armrest while he watched you come apart below him.

You sprawled across the desk, completely breathless, Steve hovering over you flushed skin and restrained control that looked dangerously close to snapping. Every movement pulled another helpless sound from your throat, and you pressed a shaking hand against his hip as if you couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or slow him down.

“God,” Steve muttered, voice rough. “Look at you.”

Your head tipped back against the scattered papers on the desk, hair a mess, eyes glassy with tears you didn’t even seem aware of. You tried to bite back a moan and failed spectacularly.

“F—”

The curse broke from you in a gasp, loud enough that two of them froze for half a second.

Then Bucky laughed softly.

“There she is,” he said, low and approving. “Knew you’d lose that sweet little composure eventually.”

You could barely think straight under the weight of their attention. Steve’s grip tightened at your waist and shoulder, steadying you as you trembled beneath him, his forehead dropping briefly against yours while he fought to stay controlled.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, despite the strain in his voice.

You nodded too fast. “Yes— oh my god— yes.”

Steve groaned under his breath at how responsive you were, every reaction immediate and honest, impossible to fake. It drove him insane. And Bucky clearly loved it too, watching you with dark, intent eyes that never left your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured. “Doing so good for us.”

The praise made your legs shake harder.

Steve kissed you hard, swallowing the broken sound that escaped, while Bucky’s voice continued like a steady pull keeping you unraveling body together. “Pretty thing,” he said. “Look how overwhelmed you are.”

Somehow that tenderness only made everything feel worse — hotter, more emotional, impossible to escape.

Steve’s rhythm finally broke with a strained groan against your neck, his composure unraveling completely as he held you tightly against him. You clung to his shoulders, shaking so hard you could barely catch your breath, every wave of pleasure leaving you more dazed than the last.

“Oh my god,” you whispered again, voice wrecked and uneven. Steve laughed softly, breathless himself, brushing damp hair back from your face. “You okay there?”. You tried to answer, but another tremor rolled through you instead, making you curl instinctively toward him.

And both men just stared at her for a second, Completely awestruck.

Because you looked ruined in the prettiest possible way — flushed cheeks, watery eyes, trembling legs, barely able to think straight while your body kept reacting long after it had already fallen apart.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, gaze dark with admiration. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

Steve finally stepped back with visible reluctance, still keeping a steadying hand on your waist as you struggled to come down from everything. The moment he moved away, you whimpered softly at the loss of contact, and Bucky actually grinned.

“My turn,” he said. You let out a weak laugh, half mortified, half desperate. Steve dropped into the chair Bucky had abandoned, watching with heated eyes as Bucky stepped between your shaking legs and cupped your face gently in both hands.

The sudden softness nearly undid you. “Hi, baby,” Bucky murmured. You made the smallest broken sound in response, still trembling hard enough that he immediately stroked his thumb beneath your eye in reassurance.

“Hey,” he said quieter now, forehead touching hers briefly. “Breathe for me.”. Behind him, Steve watched the entire thing with a look somewhere between fascination and disbelief, like he couldn’t get over how sensitive you'd become, how every little touch still made you shiver.

“So responsive,” Steve muttered, almost to himself. Bucky smirked without looking away from you. “Told you.”

You hid your face against Bucky’s shoulder for a second, embarrassed by how completely overwhelmed you were, but his hand slid up your back soothingly while Steve’s warm hand settled against her ankle from where he sat nearby.

Caught between them again.

Safe.

Completely adored.

And utterly doomed.

Bucky’s control snapped the second you started falling apart beneath him. One hand gripped your thigh firmly, pushing your legs higher while the other braced beside her shoulder, caging you in completely. The sudden intensity pulled a sharp cry from your throat, your back arching helplessly off the desk as you buried her face against his shoulder.

“Baby—” you sobbed softly, overwhelmed. “Too much, too much—”

“That’s it,” Bucky murmured, voice rough with restraint. “You can take it.”

You shook your head immediately despite the way your body reacted to every word, trembling uncontrollably as he kissed along your jaw. Steve watched from the chair nearby, completely captivated by the scene in front of him — by how responsive you were, how every touch and whispered praise seemed to undo you further.

Then Bucky shifted again, and you outright screamed his name. “James—!”. The sound echoed through the office before you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide and wet with tears. Bucky groaned at the reaction, forehead dropping briefly to your shoulder like he was struggling to stay composed himself.

“There she is,” he breathed. Your thighs shook violently where he held them, chest rising in uneven gasps as you clung to him. “I’m gonna pass out,” you whimpered. “Oh my god, I’m gonna pass out—”

Steve was on his feet instantly at that, moving closer to brush a steadying hand through your hair. “Hey,” he said gently. “Look at me..". You tried, dazed and glassy-eyed.

“You’re okay,” Steve promised softly, even as Bucky kept you trembling beneath him. “Just breathe.” But Bucky only smiled against your skin, entirely too pleased by how wrecked you'd become. “So pretty when you lose control,” he murmured. Another broken sob escaped from your lips and Steve actually laughed quietly in disbelief, shaking his head as he watched you melt all over again between the two of them.

You were shaking so badly you could barely hold onto him, fingers twisted into Bucky’s shirt while every breath came out uneven and wrecked. The office felt unbearably hot, the air thick with praise, tension, and the sound of you trying — and failing — to stay quiet.

Steve loosened his tie with one hand and gently pressed the silk against your lips when another loud cry escaped you. “Easy,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

The embarrassment only made your face burn hotter. Bucky laughed softly against your throat, clearly enjoying every second of how overwhelmed you'd become. “Sweetheart can’t help herself.”

You whimpered at the teasing, body jerking with another wave of sensation that made you cling tighter to him.

“There you go,” Bucky said, voice low and rough near her ear. “That’s my girl.” Steve sat close beside you now, one hand rubbing soothing circles along your trembling thigh while he watched yo come apart under Bucky’s attention. There was something almost reverent in the way both men looked at you — completely fascinated by every reaction you gave them.

Bucky tipped her chin up gently, forcing her watery eyes back to his “You trusted Steve,” he murmured. “Now you’re trusting me too.” The words sent another visible shiver through you and the moment you hid your face against his shoulder again, both men smiled like they knew they had completely ruined you for anything less than this.

Bucky finally dropped forward with a rough groan, forehead pressed briefly against her shoulder while he caught his breath. For a moment all three of you were silent except for your shaky gasps and the quiet rustle of clothes and papers displaced across the desk. Then Bucky carefully pulled back and you immediately curled inward with a weak sound, still trembling so hard it looked like you couldn’t stop.

Steve stared at you in open disbelief from the chair. “Wow.” Your legs twitched again, another helpless shiver rolling through you as you hid your burning face behind both hands.

Bucky barked out a laugh. “Pretty sure we broke her.” You made a tiny protesting noise through your fingers, which only made both men laugh harder. “Oh my god,” you mumbled, voice muffled and wrecked. “Please stop looking at me.”. “Can’t,” Steve said immediately.

You peeked at him through her fingers and regretted it instantly because the expression on his face was devastating — completely affectionate, completely fascinated. Bucky leaned down beside you, brushing messy hair away from your damp cheeks. “You still with us, baby?”

“I think so,” you whispered dramatically.

“Think so?” he teased. Another shiver hit you and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Okay maybe not.”

Steve stood then, moving closer to hand you a glass of water from the corner of the desk. “Drink,” he ordered gently. You obeyed automatically, hands still shaky enough that Steve steadied the glass for you while Bucky rubbed slow circles against your thigh.

The tenderness after everything nearly overwhelmed you more than the intensity had. “You did so good for us,” Steve murmured and judging by the way your face immediately flushed again, neither of them were going to let you recover anytime soon.

Steve eased the glass from your hands once you’d finished drinking, setting it carefully aside while Bucky stayed close enough that you could still feel the warmth radiating from him. You were boneless against the desk now, completely exhausted, every few seconds another involuntary shiver running through your body.

Bucky smirked at the sight. “Still shaking.”. “You’re both awful,” you muttered weakly. “Mm.” Steve leaned one hip against the desk beside her, arms folded loosely across his chest. “And yet you’re smiling.”. You immediately tried to stop smiling, Which only made Bucky laugh again.

The office settled into a softer silence after that. Rain tapped faintly against the windows, papers still scattered across the desk beneath you, and both men stayed close like neither of them was in any hurry to move away.

Eventually Bucky tilted her chin up enough to make you look at him again, “You okay?”. This time her answer came easier, “Yeah,” you admitted quietly. “Really okay." Steve smiled at that — soft and genuine enough to make her stomach flip all over again and judging by the look Bucky gave her next, he noticed too.

They eventually managed to pull themselves together enough to get dressed, though it took far longer than it should have because neither Bucky nor Steve seemed capable of keeping their hands to themselves for more than thirty seconds.

Steve was fixing his cuffs when you shifted awkwardly and suddenly froze. “Oh my god,” you muttered under your breath. Bucky glanced up from buttoning his shirt. “What?”. Your face went scarlet as you grabbed a tissue from the edge of the desk and pressed it quickly between her legs, laughing despite yourself. Both men immediately understood as they seen come dripping down your thighs and the expressions on their faces were catastrophic. Bucky actually looked smug. Steve just stared at you like his brain had stopped functioning entirely.

“You two are unbelievable,” you said through embarrassed laughter.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky said, voice rough with amusement, “you’re the one blushing.”. “Because you’re both looking at me like that!” you laughed. Steve rubbed a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to hide a grin. “Can you blame us?”. You shook your head helplessly, still laughing as you adjusted your skirt. “Thankfully I have the implant, because apparently neither of you were remotely concerned about condoms.”. That earned matching looks of guilt from both men.

For about half a second.

Then Bucky snorted.

Steve sighed dramatically. “In our defence, thinking wasn’t really happening.” he shrugged. “That’s not a defence!”. Bucky stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist and kissing the corner of your mouth while you tried not to laugh again. “Pretty sure you weren’t doing much thinking either, doll.”

You opened your mouth to argue and immediately failed because, unfortunately, he was right. “We should probably get you out of here before one of us forgets how doors work.” Bucky hummed thoughtfully. “Too late. I’m already considering locking it again.”. “James.” you gasped.

“What? You'd let me.” he says. The worst part was the way both men looked at you expectantly afterward and judging by the heat rushing back into your face, they absolutely knew the answer.

You finished fixing your clothes and leaned back against the desk, still flushed and shaky while both men hovered nearby. You looked between them suspiciously. “Okay… what is this now?” Both men blinked you pointed vaguely between them. “Like — are you two secretly in love? Did I accidentally join something? Are you guys gay?”. The silence lasted exactly one second before both of them burst out laughing. Steve bent forward slightly, rubbing a hand over his face while Bucky outright cackled beside you.

“Oh my god,” Bucky wheezed. “Baby, no.” You frowned harder. “Then what is happening here?”Steve finally recovered enough to answer, still grinning. “We’re not together.”. “Not even a little,” Bucky added.You looked unconvinced. “You seemed very comfortable sharing.”

Bucky shrugged. “Because it’s you.”. Steve nodded simply. “We’re into you. Not each other.” That made you blink. Bucky smirked at your expression and stepped closer again. “No offence to Rogers.”. “None taken,” Steve said dryly. “But I’m not interested in him like that.” Steve crossed his arms with a laugh. “Same here.”. You looked between them again, trying to process the absurdity of the conversation happening immediately after everything else.

“So you just…” You gestured vaguely again. “Team up occasionally?". Bucky grinned. “If the occasion is pretty enough.”. “James,” Steve warned, though he looked amused too. Your face heated instantly.

Steve softened then, stepping in close enough that his hand brushed gently along your arm. “This doesn’t have to be complicated,” he said quietly. “We both care about you. That’s all.”. “And,” Bucky added smugly, “we both really like making you blush.” You rolled her eyes, but the smile breaking across your face gave it away immediately.

Steve noticed first. “There it is.”

“What?”