Pip-Squeak (Affectionate)
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader
Words: 2105
Warnings: Body worship, choking, masturbation, blow jobs/deep throating, gagging (no vomit), biting, praise kink, scent kink, cum play, Bucky’s filthy fucking mouth
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“Stevie?”
“What can I do for you, beautiful?”
“What did you look like before you got the serum?”
Steve pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and gets his phone out and starts tapping away at the screen.
He flips it and shows it to you.
“This is the day Bucky and I shipped out overseas. We got the serum a couple months later.”
The man in the picture is only vaguely recognizable as Steve. Shorter than Bucky by several inches and thin as a rake, there are some resemblances to Steve—his piercing blue eyes, the honeyed-blonde hair, the stubborn set of his jaw, his plush lips—but this man looks more like he could be Steve’s brother.
You hand his phone back to him and scoff, “That’s not you.”
He insists, “It is!”
“That cannot be you! He’s so little, and you’re so-” You raise your hands in front of you to indicate a difference in height and width.
He laughs. “Bucky told you I was a pip-squeak! Did you think he was making it up?”
You look at the picture again. “I didn’t think he was making it up. I guess I couldn’t really picture it. And, well, now here’s a picture. It’s just-”
“A lot to wrap your head around?”
You nod.
Steve looks at the picture again with a furrowed brow. “I guess I am smaller than I remember.”
“Please, you were miniature,” Bucky snorts.
Steve raises an eyebrow and looks at the picture again. “Babe, you were kinda shrimpy too.”
“I was magnificent.”
“I never say you weren’t. It’s just… you were… you know…” Steve makes the same hand motions you had just seconds ago, but reversed to indicate that Bucky was also slightly shorter, and quite a bit scrawnier than he is now.
“I think you’re both adorable,” you giggle.
“There’s so much more of him to love now,” Bucky purrs. He eases himself down next to Steve, nudging Steve’s chin up with his nose, and nibbling along his scruffy jaw, then down the column of his throat.
Steve rumbles happily, and you squirm close on his other side, peppering kisses over the swell of his deltoid when you tuck yourself under his arm.
Bucky loosely slips his hand around the base of Steve’s throat like a necklace. He sucks marks into the tender skin of Steve’s neck that disappear among the colorful tattoos there.
Bucky murmurs softly against Steve’s skin, “Such a skinny little neck you had.” The hand around Steve’s neck tightens, “Never coulda done this to you back then.”
Steve’s hips buck when his air is cut off. He stuffs a hand down the front of his basketball shorts to squeeze his cock. Feels how it throbs in time with the pulse of blood in his ears. His head falls back when precome drips hot and sticky over his fingers.
“And these tits,” Bucky groans. Mounding Steve’s pecs in his hands, Bucky hums appreciatively. Then he winds his hand into your hair, and moves you from where you’re nibbling Steve’s throat, and down to seal your mouth around his nipple, while he teases the other with his teeth and his tongue. “They’re almost as perfect as princess’s.”
Steve whines while you and Bucky work over his nipples in tandem. Tongues curling around steel barbells, flicking over the sensitive peaks, and leaving rings of bite marks all over the swell of his pecs.
Bucky’s hand is in your hair again, maneuvering you over Steve’s stomach where you deliver sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the hard plane of muscle. You make a soft noise of encouragement when Steve’s abs flex, a jolt of electricity brought on by the twitch of his aching cock.
He gasps, “Buck-“
But Bucky is already helping Steve push the shorts off his hips, and replacing the hand around Steve’s cock with his tight vibranium fist.
“Remember when you were twelve, and you flunked gym because you couldn’t run, or climb, or do a single push up?” Steve nods distractedly, only sort of paying attention, thanks to Bucky’s chilly metal hand jerking him off oh so fucking slowly. Bucky huffs a laugh, “You’d run circles around those fuckers now. Wouldn’t need me to beat ‘em up for you anymore. So strong, so perfect.”
Bucky’s hand disappears from Steve’s dick, and it’s an almost unconscious reflex when Steve replaces the absent hand with his own.
“C’mon, princess,” Bucky grabs a handful of your hair to guide you, “get your mouth on that big fucking cock. Yeah, just like that, good girl. Get your hand out of the way, Stevie. Give her room.You know she’ll be good ‘n take the whole thing, so give it to her.”
With a groan Steve cards his fingers through your hair, and tugs it gently to get your mouth moving over his length. You take over the movement, and his hand falls lazily to your shoulder.
Bucky’s mouth goes back to worrying Steve’s nipples. His hips jolt when Bucky rolls the stiff peak between his teeth.
“So sensitive,” Bucky breathes softly against Steve’s chest.
“What else do you love?” Steve asks breathily.
Bucky nibbles his way up to Steve’s shoulders, and down his arm. He kisses Steve’s palm, and licks a slow stripe up to his middle finger. He sucks the finger into his mouth, and immediately pulls it out again to add Steve’s index finger too.
Steve slides the fingers over Bucky’s tongue, and pushes them into the back of his throat. Bucky makes himself gag around the probing digits. Steve pulls them out with a curse, a long string of saliva connecting them, until it snaps, and the runaway spit lands on Bucky’s scruffy chin.
“Love these fingers,” Bucky says in a low voice. “Love when you choke me with them,” he swirls his tongue over Steve’s knuckles. “Especially love them when they’re inside me. Your fingers. Your fist. Either way—it’s fucking heaven.”
Steve squeezes his eyes shut, and rumbles a curse.
Bucky runs metal fingertips over the vee of Steve’s Adonis belt. Tracing it down to where your mouth is working his cock, and back up the other side.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby boy,” Bucky whispers into Steve’s ear, his voice deep, and whiskey rough with arousal. “So much more than I ever coulda asked for.”
Steve whispers, “What else?”
“So smart,” Bucky hums, pulling Steve’s head closer to kiss the middle of his forehead.
“What else?”
“So funny,” Bucky kisses the corners of Steve’s mouth, and drags his tongue over the seam of his lips, until Steve’s mouth eases open for him.
Bucky kisses him deeply. It’s full of heat and passion. So Steve is breathless when he softly repeats, “What else?”
“Talented,” Bucky murmurs with a kiss right between Steve’s clavicles. “Loving,” the next kiss is over his sternum. “Artistic,” his tongue dips into Steve’s belly button as he maps out Steve’s body. “Sexier than anyone has a right to be,” Bucky finishes his journey down Steve’s torso by pulling your mouth off his cock, and replacing it with his own. He eases his body onto the mattress between Steve’s legs, and milks a hand up Steve’s cock before licking a stripe from the root to the tip, and up around the heavy ring that pierces his slit.
Bucky hums appreciatively when he seals his lips around the head of Steve’s dick, and a blurt of precome melts salty over his tongue.
Bucky’s blue eyes are wild and intense when he locks eyes with Steve. “It’s like you walked out of a fucking wet dream, Stevie.”
Steve chokes out a groan when Bucky’s mouth seals around his dick, and he starts bobbing his head over it.
After a few minutes of this, Bucky pulls off with a groan, “Fuck I love this big, fat cock–”
“You like my cock?” Steve is flushed pink from his cheeks clear down to this tattooed chest.
Bucky nods. He takes one of Steve’s hands, and guides it to the back of his head and urges Steve to get a big handful of his long hair. In a low, wrecked voice Bucky tells him, “Make me take it, Stevie. Choke me with your gorgeous cock.”
“Jesus fucking christ,” Steve hisses. He uses his grip on Bucky’s hair to push his head down onto his dick and hold it there with a deep groan that rattles up from his chest.
Lust roils hot and heavy in the space between your hips, and Steve grunts when the smell of your arousal hits him.
“Get your fingers in that pretty little pussy, doll,” he groans.
You pout, “Can I help Bucky?” But even as you ask the question, you’re sliding a hand between your thighs.
When you spread yourself open so you can drag a finger through your slit, Steve closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and a satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest.
“Fuck. You gotta make yourself come first, then you can suck my cock if you want.”
“That’s what I want, Stevie,” you whine as you draw lazy circles over your clit with your fingertips.
“Then don’t make me ask you again.”
He rests his big hand on your thigh, but other than making you spread your legs wide open for him, he makes no move to help you. Even though you’re already pressed against his overly-warm body, his hand feels so much hotter than the rest of him.
You push two fingers into your pussy with a wet squelch.
“Fucking hell. Listen to that little cunt. You’re soaking fucking wet, sweetheart–” He trails off with a throaty groan when Bucky swallows around his cock. The pornographic sound goes right to your cunt, and you gush slick over your fingers.
Steve palms the back of your head, and pulls you in so your foreheads are pressed together. His lust-blown blue eyes are all you see.
“You gonna come on those fingers like I told you?” You nod, and he lets out a shaky breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
With the heaping helping of praise Steve is serving, it doesn’t take any more coaxing for you to come on your fingers with a moan. You breathlessly keen his name, as your cunt clenches around your fingers.
Between the way you sound when you come for him, and the way Bucky is pressing his tongue into the sensitive ridge on the underside of his dick, Steve is dying for an orgasm.
He pushes Bucky’s mouth down, slotting his cock into that warm, welcoming throat, and growls, “Choke on it.”
Bucky obediently does. Dredging up his gag reflex, he retches around Steve’s cock. It’s a harsh, glottal noise, and it sends heat licking down Steve’s spine, and goosebumps racing over his skin.
“So good,” Steve groans. “God I’m–”
Bucky gags around him again, and anything Steve had meant to say is replaced with a low, feral-sounding groan. Then he’s hauling Bucky off his cock enough to rest the head of his dick on Bucky tongue, to come in his mouth instead of his throat. He wedges his thumb into Bucky’s cheek to keep his mouth open so Steve can see his spunk pool on his tongue.
Steve doesn’t let Bucky’s hair go until he’s taken every last spurt. When Steve finally untangles his fingers from the brunette strands, Bucky crawls up to straddle Steve’s hips. He squeezes Steve’s jaw with his hand until Steve obliges him by opening wide.
Then Bucky’s mouth opens and he lets the mouthful of come slowly drizzle off his tongue and onto Steve’s. He follows it with a fat wad of spit, and a satisfied groan. Steve swallows, a contented rumble thrumming in his chest.
With a smirk, Bucky picks up the conversation right where it left off, “I love your jizz too.”
“I noticed,” Steve snorts.
“And your dick.”
“You already said that.”
“It’s so nice I gotta say it twice.”
“That is pretty nice.”
“Plus it’s huge.”
“That’s good to know,” Steve replies, and his cheeks flush pink.
“Like HUGE huge,” Bucky continues.
Steve laughs.
“Like, so huge it makes other dicks cry.”
“Not your dick though.”
“Well, obviously.”
“Love your dick too.”
“Of course you do. It’s the only other dick besides hers that can fuck you so good you cry,” Bucky points to you.
Steve nods in agreement, and squeezes Bucky’s hips, “Get up here, Buck. Our girl wants to suck my cock, and I wanna suck yours.”
“Nuh-uh. ‘M not done showing you what I love about you. Flip over, and lemme do the other side.”
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