request:Hi! How about, Steve and Bucky are dating reader but end up having a competition and fuck her every chance they get trying to prove who does better but it breaks her to be just an object and also she's exhausted with constant fucking. Smutty and angsty. End as you like 💗 - anon
pairing: stucky x fem!reader
summary: when steve and bucky strike up a competition, they forget to think about your role in it all.
word count: 1,310
warnings:18+ MINORS DNI, angst with a happy ending, steve and bucky not realizing they're hurting the reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation, pet name (babe, sunshine), not proofread
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"Can't take anymore," you whined, everything too intense, too fuzzy around the edges, too much.
"Think you can gimme one more," Bucky grunted.
"Can't," you insisted, the cord tightening in the pit of your stomach feeling frayed. "Please, no more."
But he didn't let up, gripping your hips and holding you in place when you tried to inch away from him. He didn't let up, not until his phone was ringing and he was leaning over you, his hips still snapping against you, grabbing at the phone resting by your head. He unlocked it, swiping at his notifications before groaning.
"It's your lucky day. Gotta get to a meeting," he said, slipping out of you, patting your ass. "Don't worry though, we'll pick this up when I get back, yeah?"
You were too exhausted to move, even when was gone, still propped up on your hands and knees, face buried in the sheets. Tears fell from your eyes, your sniffles echoing through the room. Damn Bucky and damn Steve for this. It had been fun, at first. A friendly competition between your boys to see who could pull the most orgasms from you by the end of the week.
They took you anytime they saw you. When Steve was cooking breakfast. When Bucky cornered you in the showers after training. When Steve saw you in the hall as you were walking back to your room. When it was movie night, and Bucky couldn't keep his hands to himself when the two of you were sharing a blanket. When you went up to the roof to escape them both for a moment and Steve followed you anyways.
But now it was only Wednesday, four days into their little competition, and you were convinced that you would soon die before the week ended. Everything fucking ached. You couldn't even relax, find a space to just breathe. Any moment you had to yourself, one of them was on you.
It sent you spiraling. Made you feel like they only cared about themselves. That you were just a doll to them, made to be bent and broken and then be cast aside. That they would tire of you soon. They wouldn't tire of you, would they?
