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The Fuckboy Committee

ONE: THE PROPOSITION

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Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, mention of sex, drugs, eventual smut.

Virginity. As much as you hate to admit it, you spend an embarassing amount of time dwelling on yours. 

It was never your plan to remain a virgin well into your 20s; that's just how life went. School was always your priority, and there was never any time to develop a meaningful relationship with a nice boy. And that's what you always thought you needed - you thought you couldn't possibly have sex with someone unless you were in love with them, but as you've grown older, your mind is changing.

There's nothing special about virginity. You know you shouldn't put any pressure on it, and it's a social construct that should've been abolished long ago, but you can't help but fixate on your own. You've never even had a boyfriend before, but lately you've been itching to enter the romance scene. You're sick of seeing your friends in long-term relationships and getting married, while you've never so much as held hands with a guy in a romantic setting.

And that's where the dating apps come in.

"So, how long have you been in New York, now?" The semi-cute man with a mullet asks you. The mullet is what made you swipe right, but you're starting to wonder if you should've checked the rest of his profile first.

"Almost a month," You answer, playing with the straw in your glass. "How about you?"

He lets out a guffaw at your question. "Oh, babe, I've been in the city since before you were even born."

You laugh along, nodding slowly before your face drops. "Wait a second. How old are you, again?"

The new addition of dating entered your life at around the same time your move to New York did. Your roommate and personal tour guide, Wanda, convinced you to get every single app on the market once she found out you hadn't so much as had your first kiss yet.

"It'll be so much fun!" She exclaimed, practically vibrating. "I mean, sure, New York is a cesspool of some of the worst men in the world, but there are a few good apples in the Big Apple!"

You weren't so convinced - and when you saw what the dating apps were offering, you were even less convinced.

"So, how's it going?" Wanda asks you one day at lunch as she leans forward, delight in her eyes.

"I hate to disappoint you, Wan," You sigh, shrugging as you stab your fork into your pasta. "It's going abysmally."

She deflates at your words, pouting her lips. "That bad?"

"Yup," You chirp, putting on a brave face. "Last night, I got drinks with a guy who spent forty minutes talking about how females need to offer a lot more than 'just a pretty face' to impress him."

"Oh, God," She groans. "One of them?"

"Mhm," You hum, pursing your lips. "He was super hot and I would've let him come back to my place if he just wasn't so damn mysoginistic. It was a shame, really."

"Yeah, that's a pretty big turn-off," She says, before smirking. "Could have been kinky, though. Objectify me, daddy."

"You're a freak," You mutter, before shrugging. "It just... I don't know. Maybe dating isn't for me."

"Oh, please, don't feel so sorry for yourself," She huffs with an eye-roll. "I still don't see why you didn't agree to a second date with Ulf. Tell me; what exactly are you looking for?"

Sitting back, you think over her question. What are you looking for? 

"Well, the reason I didn't like Ulf was that he was a little too... intense," You tell her truthfully. "He was talking about how he wants kids before he's 30, and to be married, and... I guess hearing him say that made me realize how much I really don't want those things."

"Oh, really?" Wanda asks, surprised. "So, you're not looking for a long term relationship?"

"I guess not. At least, not right now," You say simply. "But at the same time, I don't just want a hook-up. I wanna have fun with someone I can trust, you know?"

"A trustworthy man? In New York?" Wanda scoffs, shaking her head. "Well, good luck to you, my darling. I sincerely hope you find what you're looking for."

"Yeah," You grumble, pursing your lips together. "Me, too."

You enter the break room at work, hoping to find it empty but disappointed when you spot a few of your coworkers, including your boss, standing around the coffee machine.

"Just gotta warm her up," Bucky Barnes says with a smirk as he strokes the top of the Nespresso. "Take your time with her, just like a real woman."

Grimacing, you roll your eyes before making your way to the fridge. You open it up and take out your sandwich, glad that nobody's stolen it this time. 

"Oh, please; like you'd know what to do with a real woman," Tony Stark scoffs. "How old are you, kid, 15?"

"For your information, I'm turning 21 this Friday," Bucky replies proudly.

"And we're gonna throw a fuckin' rager," Steve Rogers adds with a smirk. "Everyone's invited - even you, old man."

"As intellectually stimulating as that sounds," Tony begins sarcastically. "I think I'll pass."

You accidentally slam the fridge door shut, the sound stealing the three men's attention. Bucky steps forward, pointing at you and asking, "You'll come, won't you, newbie?"

Taken by surprise, you raise your brows. "Uh... this Friday?"

"Don't say you have plans," Steve begs you. "It's gonna be fun!"

"You can bring your boyfriend," Bucky offers, which confuses you.

"Uh, I don't have a boyfriend... but thank you," You reply politely. "I'll try to make it. Text me the details."

With that, you leave the break room, and Bucky and Steve are left to stare at Tony with parted lips and wide eyes.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Tony steps back. "I had to tell you nasty, nasty horndogs that she wasn't available, alright?" He claims. "Y/N's the best damn PA I've had, and I'll be damned if you two put your grubby hands on her and break her heart, just like the others. I'm not losing this one. Not to you pricks."

"I can't believe you lied to us," Steve whispers, feeling utterly betrayed. "Y/N's been single this entire time? And I haven't even properly checked her out because I thought she was taken?"

"Oh, please; I've seen you stare at her ass on multiple occasions," Tony counters bitterly.

"All the missed opportunities to flirt with her," Bucky mumbles, distraught. "All the innuendos, squandered. And for what?"

"I'm so sorry I hindered your sexual harassment," Tony grumbles.

"Flirting," Steve corrects him, shaking his head. "And to think, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw her looking at my ass. I knew she liked my ass."

"Well, nothing's changing," Tony states sternly. "You leave that poor girl alone. She's good at her job, and being involved with you villains will ruin her." With that, he storms out of the break room, leaving the two boys to look at each other.

"I call dibs-"

"Fuck you, I saw her first," Bucky cuts Steve off with a glare.

"How in the fuck-"

"Her first day, it was me she asked for directions to Stark's office," Bucky tells him proudly. "She feels safe with me. She trusts me."

"Well, she likes my ass," Steve counters, before sighing. "I don't wanna fight over another girl, Buck. It almost killed us last time."

"You're right," Bucky says with a nod. "So, how do we figure this out?"

A silence falls between them as they stare each other out. For a few moments, they're still. Until they both make a rapid rush to the door.

They get wedged in the doorway, too wide to fit through at the same time. "Steven, fuck off!" Bucky yells, pulling on his arm.

"You fuck off, James!" Steve retorts. "I would look so much hotter next to her."

"And I'd fuck her better," Bucky shoots back arrogantly. 

"Oh, please; they don't call me the Minute Man for no reason," Steve says, struggling to push through.

"Yeah, they call you that because you last a minut-"

"Because I can make girls cum in a minute!" Steve corrects him bitterly.

With a huff, Bucky shoves him back before storming away and straight to your desk outside Tony's office with Steve hot on his heels. You look up from your sandwich to see the two out-of-breath men standing over you, and pause your YouTube video.

"Mr. Stark is busy right now," You say slowly.

Giving you a sly smile, Bucky shoots you a wink. "Have I told you that you look absolutely wonderful today?"

"Stop being so weird," Steve scoffs, nudging his shoulder before giving you a smirk. "I'm sorry about him. Gorgeous, gorgeous girls make him nervous."

What the fuck?

Not used to getting more than two words from them, you raise a brow. "Um... thank you?"

"What's your favorite cocktail?" Bucky asks you. "I'm a licensed bartender. I can make you the best drink you'll ever have."

"Or, if you'd rather do something classier than get drunk," Steve interjects, giving Bucky a pointed look. "I'm great at cooking. What's your stance on carbs?"

"What the fuck has gotten into you both?" You ask them with a scoff. "Are you high?"

They look at each other before turning back to you. "Sweetheart, I feel more sober than I've ever felt in my life," Bucky says dramatically, making your eyes narrow.

"Do not call me sweetheart," You order him curtly, before looking up at Steve. "And stop being weird! Both of you!"

"I can't help it, baby-"

"No," You cut Steve off with a glare. "Absolutely not. Is this a joke? Some kind of hazing for the newbie?"

"This is no joke," Bucky vows, and you can tell it's difficult for him to refrain from using a pet name. "We just want you."

"Want- huh?" You laugh dryly, before your face drops. "Aren't you the reason Sheila in Accounting shaved her head?"

He purses his lips together. "Well, actually-"

"And you," You shoot at Steve. "The first interaction I had with Mr. Banner's assistant was her crying in the bathroom, over you." 

They both sigh at the same time, shaking their heads. "That isn't our fault," Steve claims. "They just... didn't take us seriously when we said we weren't looking for anything serious."

"Yeah, that's their fault," Bucky states bluntly. "We make it clear what we want, and they get this crazy idea about fixing us. We didn't ask to be fixed!"

"Exactly," Steve adds on, before looking down at you. "And that's why you should come to my place after work for some food."

"Or, if you don't want to be bored senseless, come to my place for a nice drink," Bucky counters with a wink.

Utterly baffled, you let out a scoff. "You are literally the worst human beings. Like, ever," You say. "Now, please leave me alone, or I'll tell Mr. Stark you're distracting me from my work."

Steve frowns. "You're on your lunch break-"

"Leave me alone! I've had my fair share of absolute assholes and scumbags this month, and I don't need it in my place of work!" You exclaim, turning back to your phone and pressing play on the YouTube video.

Defeated, Bucky and Steve shrug before trudging away. Once you're out of earshot, they turn to each before smirking widely.

"Dude, I think she likes me," Steve says with a hushed voice.

"Nah, you're way off base," Bucky argues. "She wants me. Bad."

The two of them sigh with deluded content, while you mutter to yourself about how sick to death of the male population you are. They are super fucking hot, though.

"Repeat after me: tonight is gonna go well," Wanda orders you.

You take in a deep breath and nod. "Tonight is gonna go well."

"I look absolutely stunning," She goes on to say with an expectant look.

"I look absolutely stunning," You repeat.

"This guy could be nice," She says with a shrug. "And, if I feel like it, I will take him home."

"This guy could be nice, and if I feel like it, I will take him home," You vow with a nod. 

"Great! You're ready!" Wanda exclaims with excitement as she fixes up your hair. "Now, when is he-"

She's cut off by a knock at the front door, which makes your stomach drop. "He's here," You whisper with wide eyes, glancing up at the clock. "He's early."

"That could be a green flag," She claims. "Go!"

When you open the front door, Brock Rumlow is standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a sweet smile. He is much hotter in person, which you're instantly intimidated by.

"Hi, Y/N," He greets, looking you up and down. "God, I'm so relieved you're pretty in real life, too."

You falter a little at that, but brush past it. "Hi, Brock," You reply with a smile. "Thank you, so much - these are beautiful!"

Once you've put the flowers in water, the two of you leave for the restaurant that he's booked a table at. It's the most effort one of your dates has gone to so far, which shows promise.

Dinner is pleasant, as is the walk back to your place. Thankfully, Wanda's made herself scarce by the time you return, which you greatly appreciate.

"Nice place you got here," Brock comments as the two of you sit close together on the couch, drinking wine. "You live alone?"

"I have a roommate, but she's out," You tell him. "So... we have the place to ourselves."

A smirk grows on his lips as he rests his arm on the back of the couch. "Is that right?"

"Mhm," You confirm with a sly grin.

"Well," Brock begins, leaning closer to you. "I guess we'll have to take advantage of that, won't we?"

You stop breathing when you see him glance down at your lips, and your stomach flips with nerves. "Wait," You whisper, moving back slightly. "I- I've never... done this before."

He places his hand on your knee. "Me neither, babe, but sometimes, you just know," He says gently. "There's nothing wrong with kissing on the first date."

"I don't mean just on a first date," You clarify with a wince. "I mean... ever."

Taken aback, he raises his brows before snorting. "Are you serious?"

His shitty reaction makes you feel worse. "Yeah," You mumble, looking down.

"You've never had sex?" He asks, to which you shake your head. "Have you ever done... anything? Ever been kissed?"

"No, Brock," You mutter, feeling small. "Nothing."

With wide eyes, he budges away from you. "Wow. Well, uh, I don't think this is gonna work out."

"What?" You ask, utterly shocked. "Why not?"

"I'm not trying bang a virgin," He says with a look of disdain as he stands up. "You'll get too attached and needy. I'm not doing that."

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as he walks to the door, not even glancing back at you before leaving and slamming the door shut behind him.

"What the fuck was that?" You whisper to yourself, still in disbelief. "Did that actually just happen?"

You spend the next few minutes pacing up and down the room, wondering if that's how every guy will react to finding out that you're a virgin. Should you not tell them? Should you pretend to be seasoned in the dance of sex, only to be embarrassed when it becomes glaringly obvious that you're entirely a virgin?

Part of you wants to call Wanda, but you don't want to intrude on her time with Sam. You also don't want to put a dampener on her evening, knowing she's probably have a good night with him. Instead, you slump down on your couch, wondering how life got to this point. Here you are, in New York City on a Friday night, alone. Your roommate's getting railed by the love of her life in his fancy penthouse, and your date just laughed at you before ditching you because of your virginity. This cannot run.

Sure, they're dickheads with no respect for women, but they seem to know how to throw a good rager.

With a sigh, you look through your phone, hoping social media will provide with some escapism - when you see Steve's Instagram story, though, you're reminded of his invite to Bucky's birthday party.

Fuck it. Let's go get drunk. 

You show up to Steve and Bucky's place in blue mom jeans and a t-shirt, not in the mood to get any attention. All you want is alcohol and music loud enough to drown out the memory of Brock's words, and the frat house that is their place seems the perfect solution.

The second you enter the bustling house, you make a beeline to the kitchen in search of a drink. It's busier than you expected, and as you brush against arms and torsos, you wince. When you get to the island in the middle of the kitchen, you grab a half-empty bottle of vodka and a red solo cup before pouring yourself some.

Just as you take a shot, you feel a presence next to you. You turn to look at the intruder of your personal space, glaring up at the man. He smirks down at you, looking you up and down. "Hey, sugar tits," He says with a slight slur. "Wanna show me them?"

Grimacing, you regret not bringing a jacket as you turn to rush away from him. You make your way out into the garden, where people are smoking and singing along drunkenly to the music playing from someone's speaker.

"Newbie, you came?" You hear a familiar voice exclaim with excitement from behind you. Turning around, you see Bucky with a wide grin on his face with his arms outstretched. "No way! Hey!"

Sighing, you walk up to him. "Give me your shirt," You demand, pulling on the hem of his unbuttoned plaid shirt.

Slightly confused, he does as you say, taking it off and handing it to you. You quickly pull it on, enjoying the warmth and modesty it brings you. 

"Happy birthday," You say lightly, digging into your back pocket before pulling out the small sandwich bag. "Here you go."

He raises a brow. "Is that a blunt?"

"Rolled by yours truly," You tell him proudly. "Cherish it. It's a rarity. And probably the best fuckin' joint you'll ever have."

Bucky takes it from your outstretched hand with a small smile. "Wanna come upstairs and smoke it with me?"

You narrow your eyes at his attempt to get you in his bedroom - but then you remember that he'll probably also be turned off when he finds out you're a virgin, anyway. "Uh, yeah, sure," You reply with a shrug. 

Suddenly, Steve rushes over, grabbing Bucky's shoulder. "Y/N! You came?"

"I did," You confirm with a nod. "Nice party."

"We're about to go upstairs and smoke," Bucky informs him smugly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "So, uh, see you around, Rog."

"You can come, too, Steve," You pipe up. Your logic is that, with both of them there, they're less likely to try to have sex with you, which means the topic of your virginity is less likely to come up.

His face lights up at your offer. "You know what? I think I will."

Ten minutes later, the three of you are sitting on Bucky's bed and rotating the blunt, letting the room fill up with smoke.

"I thought a big party was what I wanted for my 21st," Bucky says as he sits back against the headboard. "But, this? Right here with you two? This is a true celebration of life."

"That is so profound," You say while blowing out smoke, before handing the blunt to Steve. "With age, has come wisdom."

"Exactly," Bucky agrees. "People think they need to get drunk or suck a bunch of dick to have fun."

"When they could just get high, instead," You finish, pointing at him.

"Exactly!" He laughs. "Newbie, you really get me. I think you and are extremely alike."

Steve snorts at that before taking a long puff.

"I don't know about that," You say with a smirk. "I mean, you're a slut, and I'm not."

"I'm sure you are," Steve says soothingly, patting your back. "You gotta give yourself more credit than that, little twinkie."

"No, seriously," You press, the weed making you eager to open up to them despite every part of your brain telling you not to. "I'm a virgin."

"Okay, maybe compared to Bucky and I, you're an amateur," Steve comments with a shrug. "But that isn't a bad thing."

"No, Steven," You state bluntly, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look you in the eyes. "I am a virgin. A complete, unkissed virgin."

The room fills with silence as they take in your words.

"Woah," Bucky mumbles with wide eyes.

"Really?" Steve asks you with a bewildered look.

"Okay, just get your laughs out and get it over with," You grumble, pulling Bucky's shirt tighter around you.

"There's nothing to laugh at, twinkie," Steve assures you. "It's just... a shock."

"I was not expecting that," Bucky admits while taking the blunt from Steve. "You don't seem like a virgin."

"What does that even- ugh, see? I hate being a fucking virgin!" You complain, throwing your head back in frustration. "All I want is to find someone who I can trust and who won't be weird about my virginity. I just wanna know how to... do things, you know? I wanna know how fuckboys think, and what the fuck they mean by their stupid words. I wanna be able to have sex with someone without it meaning anything, but I don't want them to be gross about it or give me a disease."

Bucky raises a brow before taking a puff. "You need a human dildo," He states while blowing out smoke.

"Exactly!" You exclaim.

"Well," Steve begins, sharing a look with Bucky. "How about two?"

You're taken aback by his proposition. "What?" You ask with a whisper.

"Think about it," Bucky says, crawling over to you with excitement in his eyes. "Steve and I are the biggest fuckboys you know. We can teach you everything you need to know about modern dating."

"And sex," Steve chimes in. "We can teach you everything about sex."

You let out a nervous laugh. "I don't know..."

"It'll all be at your pace, and we won't push you into anything," Bucky promises you. "You can trust us to take care of you."

"We'll look after you, twinkie," Steve vows, cupping your cheek in his hand. "You'll be safe with us."

Shivering at his touch, you frown. "And what's in it for you?"

Bucky slowly smirks, leaning forward to rest a hand on your knee. "We get to have fun with you," He answers. "No strings attached. We won't have to worry about clingy girls, or pesky feelings. It's a mutually beneficial agreement, newbie."

You take the blunt from him and swallow thickly. "You both need to get tested. Nothing happens until I see clean results," You state. "And no fucking anyone else while we're doing this. Did you know herpes has no cure, and you just have it forever?"

"Consider it done," Bucky says, trying to mask his excitement with nonchalance. "Anything else?"

"Anything," Steve repeats firmly, taking your hand in his. "Let us take care of you. We'll give you whatever you want."

"Literally anything you want," Bucky reiterates. "We have rich parents."

"All I want is what we said," You tell them earnestly. "Sex, and dating advice. And no STDs."

"Done," They both say at the same time.

"Alright, then," You utter with a nod. "I guess we're doing this."

"I guess we are," Steve says with a laugh.

"Fuck," Bucky mutters, a dazed look in his eyes. "Happy fucking birthday to me."

i'm gonna do something insane. i'm gonna commit to a schedule for this series - every tuesday, you'll get another part of the fuckboy committee. hopefully.

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𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚: 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

summary ─ he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep. 

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ +18, smut, angst, college au, infidelity/cheating, alcohol consumption, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, even more angst, the relationship between the reader and bucky is toxic af, light choking, light brutal strength (not a*use, no) [more tags to be added later]

the (after) party 

loft music 

valerie  

till dawn (here comes the sun)

echoes of silence

angel (epilogue)

blurbs: birthday morning ─ sexy video message

THIS WORK IS COMPLETED.