I'm With the Band Pt 5
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Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Reader, Rockstar!Steve x Reader
Word Count: 1,000ishhhh
Thank you so much to @starrysebby for being my beta bestie. You definitely understood the assignment ✨ I switch between POVs in this one so hopefully it makes sense.
Summary: Steve is tired of the games you play with him so he starts seeing a new girl. This makes you furious and you decide to send him a little tape of you and Bucky to make him jealous.
Warnings: 18+ - MINORS do not engage! Unprotected sex, voyeurism, filming without consent, light choking, broken-hearted Steve (This needs its own warning! 😭😩)
Steve was just about done with your bullshit.
It had been six long days since the threesome in Anaheim. Steve, stubbornly romantic at heart, sent a beautiful bouquet of florals to your suite the morning after and you were too much of a bitch to even thank him. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Bucky had you on a tight leash and if you weren’t busy with your studies, you were busy getting fucked. But he had grown tired of the mind games. You had managed to do the absolute bare minimum to verbalize that you were interested.
While you struggled to express your feelings, you sure as shit let your body talk for you. You knew exactly where to touch him and what brought him to his knees the fastest. Accidentally grazing along his length with your ass during soundcheck. Ensuring that Bucky had his tongue jammed down your throat whenever Steve shot you a glance. You were being a bratty little tease and Steve was fed up with the games.
In a fruitless attempt to distract himself, Steve had started casually seeing one of the sound techs. She was a sweet little thing and sure, she was fun to fuck. But she was only there to serve the sole purpose as your stand-in. He was falling in love with you, despite all the childish stunts you pulled, and Steve finally surmised that you were simply not interested.
All he yearned for was the slightest inclination you felt for him even a fraction of what he felt for you. Every time his phone vibrated, there was a fleeting hope that it was a message from you.
As Steve crawled under his Egyptian cotton sheets, an iMessage chime went off and he couldn’t help but goofily grin when he saw the sender was you. With a double-tap of his index pad, his heart sank.
Fanning out the messy bun atop your head, wisps of auburn freely framing your face, you were still seething after seeing Steve with Paola, the slutty sound tech, at the show just hours prior. He may not be able to have you, but he shouldn’t be able to have her, either.
Steve made you feel like an absolute goddess among men but the morning after the devil’s threesome, you had trashed the flowers, popped the Advil, and made the choice to stay loyal to Bucky. You loved the reckless abandon and instability that came with Bucky - even though you were cognizant of Steve being the right choice, the practical choice.
You chewed nervously on your fingers, unsure of how you were going to play this. You revelled in him being wrapped around your finger and the thought of him moving on made you see crimson.
Bucky sat at the dimly lit desk, hand gripping a sharpie, autographing a hefty stack of CD booklets. His hair was messily tied into a bun, his neck tattoos exposed.“Hey babe..” you mewed, laying on the bed with your legs just slightly ajar, “I don’t want your hands cramping up, come here and play with me.”
Bucky’s grey sweats swung excessively low on his narrow hips, “You want this?”Without having to say another word, Bucky dove onto the bed, two large hands sweep up your torso, landing on your pert breasts.
You had already propped your iPhone up on the mahogany TV stand, unbeknownst to Bucky. If Steve wanted to play stupid games, he would win stupid prizes. He had just won himself a front-row seat to the show you and Bucky were about to put on. A thrill ran down your spine at the thought of getting Steve flustered as he watched the tape.
Bucky pried his palms between your legs, splitting them apart, preparing you to be used. “I’m gonna fuck you filthy, doll.” He cradled his cock with his left hand, snapping the waistband of his underwear as he pumped it furiously. You loved that Buck could get almost instantly hard for you.
Your ultimate goal tonight was to feel full and thoroughly used – for Bucky to commandeer every inch of you and make you his perfect little whore.Your hips rocked back and forth fluidly up onto Bucky’s length, his calloused hand cupped around your neck, followed by the second – yanking on you ferociously as he thrusted deeper.“Buck, can I ride you?” you sweetly begged, heart racing at the thought of a full-frontal display for Steve. “Yeah doll, come ride this big cock.”You gazed directly into the iPhone camera, acutely aware of the devilish grin on your face. You wanted him to know how nasty the sex was.
You giggled prettily into a moan as you straddled his svelte frame and perched up onto his already pulsing cock. Slow motions at first, working your way up to a rhythmic tempo - you felt yourself clamp down onto his cock. Reverse cowgirl let you put everything on display and you wanted to give Steve the private show he hadn’t asked for.
You ran your dainty fingers through your silken locks and curled your hands underneath the curve of your breasts, pushing them together to create the perfect shape. “Hi Steve,” you moaned into the camera, blowing a kiss. Bucky was in the throes of your pussy and didn’t even notice.
Bucky was insatiable on this particular night, taking you not once, not twice, three times. The runtime of the clip exceeded an hour.
Rolling and grinding against him, the pressure insurmountable, Bucky’s eyes focused on watching his cock disappear inside you. Bucky hummed, close to his own personal edge, “turn around, bitch. I’m gonna cream all over your pretty little face.” He hastily ejected his cock from your sweet, swollen cunt, spraying his molten load all over you - the salty tang coating your face. And scene, you thought to yourself.
After the final frame of the video played, Steve hung his head lowly. He was devastated to watch his best friend fuck you with such volatility and he was equal parts confused and hurt that you would send it.
He had watched the film in its entirety and though he fought the fucked up feeling of arousal, he knew that this had to be dealt with once and for all. Trembling, he clicked a message to you: “My room. Now.”
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