a love like war - sam wilson x reader x bucky barnes smut
The one where Sam’s your best friend and Bucky’s your boyfriend, but they both want you naked.
Warnings: smut, name-calling, dirty talk, voyeurism?, cuckolding?, definitely a sharing thing
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I sighed and looked at the clock in front of me. 8 AM and Sam and Bucky were already getting on my nerves by getting on each other’s nerves. I couldn’t even be bothered enough to pay attention to what was the subject of their bickering anymore. I just focused on my cereal and tried to pretend that their voices were nothing but white noise.
“Man, you’re so full of shit. I don’t know how she’s able to handle your shit. Seriously, Y/N, say the word and I’ll steal you away.” And now, more of this. I knew what was going to happen even before Bucky growled and broke the mug in his hand, splattering porcelain all over the kitchen’s island.
“You have got to stop that, Wilson,” I groaned, not excited to calm my boyfriend and then have to clean all of this. I gave him a poignant look as I got up from my seat and ran after Bucky, knowing he’d be either going to the gym or our room, depending on how he was feeling after Sam’s joking threat.
“Baby, you have got to learn to take a joke,” I urged, holding his wrist with both hands to get him to stop pacing around our shared bedroom when I locked the door behind us. “You know he’s just doing it to get a rise out of you, when you behave this way, you’re only giving him more reason to keep on doing that.”
“Except I don’t!” He shouted, and I jumped away, startled at the unexpected reaction. I had to blink a couple of times to process that it had actually happened, Bucky had actually lost his mind over some stupid pick-up line Sam used on me. But by the time I was able to tell my body it was okay to move again, he was looking guilty and afraid of getting closer to me.
“What does that even mean?” I laughed, reaching out for his arm again, making it clear that despite my shock, I wasn’t afraid of him. I heard him sigh like he was relieved that I didn’t suddenly hate him because of his outburst, but after staring at me for a couple of seconds, he was back to irritated again.
“I don’t know that he’s just doing this to piss me off. I don’t think he is, actually. I think he wants you, and part of the reason why he gets on my nerve so much is because he’s envious of the fact that I get to have you.” The confession surprised me even more than his previous meltdown, and I could only stare at my boyfriend with my mouth hanging open as he tried to control his breathing after speaking what had obviously been on his mind for so long.
“You’re crazy.” It was instinctive, the deflect, the need to avoid the reality I’d been dancing around for so long. I’d known Sam for so long. Way before I even met Bucky - way before Steve found him and helped him get back on his feet, it was Sam and me against the world. He was my best friend. We trained together, we went to the military together, and when he found a spot in the Avengers, I was already working for SHIELD.
Not even the time we stayed apart could push us away from each other. Not even boyfriends or girlfriends or Bucky Barnes, the love of my life, could have kept me away from Sam Wilson, my best friend.
But I knew a big part of the reason for our closeness is that I’d downright refused to see the signs that warned me our friendship could become something different. I did that willingly because I was scared. I didn’t want to lose Sam, so I ignored the fact that he might have felt something different towards me. In doing so, I ignored whatever not-so-innocent feelings I felt towards him, too.
Bucky’s P.O.V.
I watched as she struggled to deal with the reality of my words. I knew I was right. Not only was I aware of what they meant to each other, I knew both of them too well by now. And most of all, I had plenty of experience in desiring the woman before me.
I could recognize the glint of desire in his eyes. It’d been in mine ever since I met her.
Her head was swirling, that much was obvious, and so when she sat by the edge of my bed, I knew it was my job to calm her down. “It’s okay, doll.” When her gaze met mine, it was clear she still wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I knew about her attraction to her best friend - or maybe it was simply that she couldn’t accept it was there.
“I’m not angry,” I explained, waiting for her to process it, see it in my calm, patient expression. When her eyes darted up in shock, searching for any sign that I was lying, she found none.
“Well, aren’t you jealous?” She, at last, asked, playing with her fingers in that way she did when she was nervous. A small chuckle escaped me before I could reel it in, and knowing how easily she could get fired up when she was feeling vulnerable, I quickly covered her hands in mine, pulling her closer to me.
“Well… yes,” I admitted, searching her eyes for a sign of understanding. But she was still confused, biting her lower lip with her furrowed brows and out-of-control heartbeat. Poor thing.
“But more than jealous, I’m just really fucking horny,” I finally admitted, watching her eyes widen and her breath hitch as realization hit her all at once.
“Bucky…” she tried to say, but I just shush her, thumbs rubbing the inside of her wrist in a calming pattern.
“Just hear me out…”
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I nervously ran a hand over my dress, eyes darting across the room as I waited for Sam to arrive. I still couldn’t believe what had happened, nor what Bucky wanted to happen tonight. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too.
So I tried to distract myself by chatting with Natasha until a commotion caught our attention, gazes immediately drawn to the man who couldn’t enter a party without becoming the center of it.
My best friend, Sam Wilson. I watched him greet Steve and then Bucky, eyes searching for me the second he realized I had already arrived. When he did locate me, a grin opened up on his beautiful lips, and I found myself biting down on my lower one.
Now that I felt comfortable admitting to myself how attracted I felt towards him, it was like I couldn’t hide it anymore. My body called out to him, and every time he smiled, I couldn’t help but clench my thighs together.
“Nice to see you’ve made it, beauty.” For the first time, his pet name for me made me flushed and out of breath, and of course, Natasha - being the incredible spy that she was - immediately noticed it.
“I think Wanda’s looking for me,” she excused herself out of the conversation, leaving me alone with the man I wanted to talk to, but not before wiggling her eyebrows in my direction in a way that made it very clear I’d have to deal with her nosiness as soon as she physically could make her way into my life again.
“What was that about?” Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed as he followed the redheaded’s path, but I just shrugged, trying not to focus on the way his chest perfectly filled the button-up shirt he was wearing by looking down at my drink.
“Oh… You know Nat… Probably got some scoop on someone or something.” I cringed at my own inability to play it cool when I was feeling so much inside. I really should have gotten better at this after being a part of the Avengers for so long, and yet, here I was. Acting like a teenager with a crush.
“Huh… sure.” For the first time since we became friends, there was an awkward silence between us, at least from my side. I was kicking myself mentally, trying to snap out of it but thankfully, my best friend always knew how to ease the situation.
“You look hot,” he noted, outwardly checking me out. I knew he’d done it before, but it had never made me feel this way… warm inside, fidgety. He reached out to stroke my hand that was resting on the bar and I nearly melted.
“Oh, fuck me…” I whined under my breath, realizing just how fucked I truly was. And because nothing in my life could never be easy, Samuel Wilson figured this would be the perfect time to tease me even further, by pressing his body behind mine and whispering in my ear, “I mean… I’m free if you want to.”
I knew he heard the way my breath hitched. I knew it because, in a second, he had stepped away and stuttered an apology. “Shit, I took it too far… Sorry, baby girl.” In the time it took me to turn around, wide-eyed in shock at his understanding of what had happened, he was already halfway through the room, almost to the hallway.
“Sam, wait!” I tried to run, but the high heels didn’t help my intentions. “Sam, please!” I managed to yell when I got to the corridor and this time he froze, stuck between turning around or slipping through the door he had opened, but that second of hesitation was all that I needed to catch up to him.
I grabbed his wrist before he could close the door on my face, and so when he stepped into the room, I stepped in with him. “No, don’t run away!” I tried to force him to listen to me, but even though I was strong, Sam was stronger than me. “Please, stop!” I tried, and at long last, he abided.
Stopping completely, back still turned to me as we both tried to catch our breath, I tried to reason with him. “Sam, be honest with me,” I pleaded, my hand slipping further down to squeeze his, get him to look me in the eye. “Do you want me?”
The world stood still for a second. I think both him and I stopped breathing altogether, me in expectation, him in shock and maybe a little bit of confusion. At last, his eyes softened, hand cradling my face as he breathed out, “How could I not?”
I melted against him, taking advantage of his proximity to press our bodies closer together so I could relish in his warmth. “I mean, you’re really steaming hot,” he added, probably trying to lighten the mood as his arms slid down to cover my lower back, keeping me close to him. “Even your smile is hot.”
It had the intended effect because I immediately giggled, rubbing myself against him, feeling how hard he was against my stomach. When his breath hitched, I knew the mood had gotten electric again.
“Well, if you really feel this way…” I whispered, eyes slowly running up his body until they met his again. “… indulge me.” I saw the question in his eyes before it made its way to his lips, so I nodded to reaffirm that I was certain about this.
He didn’t hesitate another second. Bending down to kiss me as I rose up to my tip-toes, our lips met in the middle, and I melted as Sam’s strong arms embraced me, his big hands rubbing my back and making me feel small.
“Your lips are so sweet.” His voice was barely a whisper when we were forced to part to catch our breath. I think he was afraid of breaking the spell, afraid that I would regret what had happened. “Are you this sweet everywhere else?”
Needless to say, I wouldn’t. “I guess you’ll have to taste me to know,” I whispered, a teasing smirk on my face at his answering groan. His fingers squeezed my hips when he held me close, keeping me pressed tightly against his front, and even though it was clear he didn’t want me to leave, he still asked, “What about Bucky?”
“I’m standing right here.” My boyfriend’s voice broke us out of our reverie, and I watched as Sam jumped in shock, but still didn’t release me. His stance made it seem as if he was scared of some sort of retaliation from Bucky, and he was prepared to defend me through it.
It only made me fall even deeper for my best friend.
I tried not to think about what Bucky might have felt when he opened the door to find us entwined. For what it was worth, he seemed to be enjoying, and I let my eyes fall further down his body to check that he was in fact struggling against a boner already.
“Isn’t she a tease?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned on the furthest wall from us. “You don’t have to look so scared. I was hoping she would do this.”
It took a while for Sam to understand what my boyfriend was implying, and when he finally did, he didn’t seem ready to accept it.
“Is this…?” Nodding, I curled my hands around his wrist, licking my lips in the desire to kiss him again. “You really want this?” He asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
How could he not know that I wanted him more than anything?
“Yes,” I assured him, cradling his face between my hands. “I really want you.” There was no further hesitation in his eyes. His arms slid down my back until they reached my ass and he mumbled a, “Come here,” capturing my lips in his once more.
“I knew my teasing would eventually get to you,” he joked once we parted, prompting me to start laughing and bury my face against his chest.
“You’re ridiculous.” I could feel his smirk against my skin, and although his desire was very obvious against my stomach, there was an annoying insecurity nagging at me, begging me to question, “What about you?” When his eyes met mine in confusion, I clarified, “Do you want me?”
The smirk that spread over his lips had all of my worries fading away instantly. “Please!” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again. “I can’t even look at you without getting hard.”
He deepened the kiss when our lips met this time. I was drunk on his cologne, drunk on his manly presence, desperate to drown in him.
“You sure about this?” He asked me once again, and I was quick to nod. But then, much to my surprise, he looked over his shoulder, to where my boyfriend was standing. “What about you? Are you comfortable about this?”
Bucky’s smirk had me creaming in my already drenched panties.
“It was my idea.”
It seemed to be the only thing missing for Sam to attack. I blinked, and he was already on his knees before me, hands running up the back of my thighs and slipping under my dress so he could cradle my ass cheeks, bringing me closer to him.
“God, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you.” My underwear disappeared in the sound of a single rip, and I was left naked under the skirt where he was now hiding, nose bumping against the cut of my cunt. “Fuck, look at you…” I didn’t get a chance to tease him about not really being able to see me, buried underneath my dress, because his tongue ran up my pussy and in the blink of an eye, I was reduced to a stuttering, begging mess.
“Oh…” I tried to pull my dress up so I could hold onto the back of his head and keep him attached to me, sucking and licking and eating me out so hard, my knees were buckling. But every time I managed to pluck the fabric from over him, it escaped my fingers as he swiped his tongue around my clit once more and I lost every train of thought I could possibly envision, throwing my head back as I relinquished my entire body to him.
Thankfully, my boyfriend always seemed to know exactly what I needed.
“There you go, sweetheart.” And just like that, my dress disappeared, taken over my head as Sam’s body became exposed to me once more, and as he opened his eyes to look into mine, drinking in the sight of my naked skin for the first time completely available for his gaze to explore, Bucky pressed his torso against my back, both hands coming up to squeeze my breasts.
Sam’s P.O.V.
“You just relax and let Samuel take care of you, hm?” Hearing those words come out of Barnes’ mouth only made the situation feel more real, and yet ethereal at the same time. “You’re gonna be a good girl for him, aren’t you, darlin’? You’re gonna let him take care of you.”
His hands had begun to travel down her body, resting on the inside of her thighs to help open her up to me. He rested her weight on one of his thighs, and I got to work on making her cum for me, right on the tip of my tongue.
“Yes… Take care of me, Sam,” she moaned, throwing her head back and resting it on Bucky’s shoulder. My God, she was a work of art - and I couldn’t believe I was allowed to touch her, feel her, give her the pleasure that she deserved to feel every second of her life.
“Can’t believe you were wearing thongs around me all this time.” The garment was destroyed by now, but the image of how she looked seconds before I managed to finally get my hands on her would forever be imprinted in my brain.
“I was so wet, too,” she teased, earning herself a growl and a spank on her ass cheek because I was only a man. “I always get so wet around you. You’re getting me even wetter, Sammy. God, I’m dripping on you…”
And she was. It was the most beautiful mess I’d ever witnessed, and I was cherishing every single moment of it, every drop of her nectar that my tongue collected…
“Not good enough,” came the voice of Barnes, ruining my moment of exhilaration. “Is that how you pleasure a lady, Wilson?” He tsked, obviously disappointed even if I knew it was only to rile me up. “I expected more from you.”
She laughed, obviously in on the teasing, but by then it was a matter of pride.
I was going to make her cum on my tongue or die trying.
As soon as I upped my movements, she responded, grinding up against me in search of her release. In need to take a breath, I slipped two fingers into her, keeping her right on the precipice of cumming, without allowing her to do so just yet.
“Look at you,” I taunted, in love with the sight and in more lust than I’d ever felt before. “Does he ever lick you this nice? I bet that’s why he’s been teasing me, he can’t stand the way you’re singing for me, right?”
She laughed again, clutching Bucky’s arm that held her, letting him know it was nothing but a joke, but we both knew better. This was everything, and there was more at stake than just the friendships we screwed up with this act.
“Does he ever say that you are a whore?” I asked as I dove in once again, enjoying the way her eyes widened in shock before she let her head hang back in response to my licks. “Does he ever fuck you like the slut that you are? Give it to you so good, you can’t even speak afterwards?”
Her moaning was my only answer, but it was the one that I was counting on. While Bucky threatened me with his stare, I made his girl cum with my mouth, screaming loud enough for the party to hear, while all he did was watch.
She was still moaning as I let her go and rose to my feet again, licking away the remnants of her from my lips. “Delicious,” I recognized, and something flashed in Bucky’s eyes - recognition. I now knew what my best friend tasted like, and I wouldn’t know what to do if I couldn’t taste it again.
He’d just have to learn how to live with it.
