More Than Friends
summary: after introducing his two closest friends, Steve finds himself as the third wheel. When he learns that Bucky is acting less than traditionally, Y/N is forced to share why: Y/N loves them both.
pairing: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader warnings: explicit sexual content. 18+ themes/kinks: unprotected sex (use a condom kids), cream-pie, jealous!steve, FWB!Bucky, sexual acts in public word count: 4k+ Adapted from my fic More Than Friends (not originally written for the MCU, but was my fic under a different penname) PART 1 | PART 2
Distance. Steve has always struggled with it. Distance between his past and his present as he took on the world as Captain America. There had even had a time, where he was sure all he knew was lost behind him, before he found Bucky, but Steve had always had an anchor to keep him grounded. Y/N. He could have her close any time he needed, she reminded him of home, hell, she was home. Recently, however, the distance between them couldn’t be greater, even with her just sitting across the table from himself. It wasn’t his legs that hers were tangled with under the booth’s table in the dimly lit bar. Nor was it his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they looked over the menu. Instead, Y/N was snuggled up to his best friend, Bucky. Bucky didn’t know how it had gotten this far. Sitting at the bar with the pretty woman near in his lap as her finger moved over the menu. A hand rested on her bare shoulder, bright eyes looked across the table to his friend; Steve. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the situation, Y/N had been Steve’s best friend and since he had gotten her, Bucky had taken much of her attention. Putting the menu aside, Bucky leaned forward, smiling at his friend.
“You know that blonde at the bar seems to have eyes for you,” Bucky said as he noted towards a curvaceous blonde that had been stealing glances at his friend. “Maybe all you need to get out of this bad mood is to show a girl a good time.” He suggested.
“I’m not in a bad mood,” the blond male bit out, his fingers coming up to toy with the cross that hung around his neck. He dragged it across the chain slowly before bringing the chain up to rest against his lower lip.
“Then go talk to her!” Bucky pushes, his arms slipping away from Y/N’s shoulder, “hell, she’s a looker. If you don’t I’ll take her home.”
In an instant, the blonde’s body had tensed. Had he really heard, what he thought he had. His lips parted slowly, the thin silver chain slipping from the pink flesh before dropping with a silent thump against the strength of his chest. “What the hell do you think you’re saying?” Steve sounded as his hands balled into fists beneath the table’s edge. “Y/N is literally sitting right beside you, man!”
Bucky pulled back further from Y/N, his eyes dropping to his lap for a moment before rising back up to his friend. It was a complicated situation, would he understand? “Y/N and I have talked,” he started, “and right now, we’re not solidifying anything. Yeah, we go out on dates —among other things — but if she decided she wanted to go fuck some guy in a club she could, or if I wanted to take the woman out I can.”
Steve’s lips parted, almost in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” He scoffed, “you got the most beautiful woman in the room on your arm and you won’t even grow up enough to—“ he couldn’t finish his words as a disproving sigh left his lips. Pulling out his wallet, he placed cash down on the table before standing. “I thought you were better than this,” he told his friend, his heart sinking low in his chest before his eyes fell on Y/N whose eyes glistened in the dim lighting of the bar. “And you, you deserve so much better—“
Bucky pushes his way out of the both, taking hold of his best friends arm in an attempt to stop him from leaving. “Steve, man wait—“
Steve turned around, shoving Bucky hand back. “No,” he told him firmly, “you don’t get to stand there and look at me like I’m the one in the wrong here. She’s one of my best friends, and one of my closest. She deserves to be treated like...” he trailed off as he failed to find the word. “Y/N deserves the world, and any guy in this place would be lucky to be where you are tonight and you’re going to waste it all on a girl you don’t even know you selfish prick.” He looked past his friend and to the tiny brunette in the booth. “I hope you’re happy—“ he spoke out almost bitterly before grabbing his coat and stalking off out the door.
Bucky’ eyes fell away from the door and landed on Y/N as she rested in the booth with her eyes wide and glassy, and her lips parted. “You okay?” Bucky asked, his hand coming down to rest on her shoulder.
“Yeah, I just-“ she sounded, her words a near whisper. “You guys shouldn’t be fighting about me—“ Y/N’s hands gripped at her coat, pulling it against her chest along with her purse as she stepped up from the booth. “You stay here. Go talk to that girl. I— I need to go after him.”
“He’s probably already in a cab Y/N—“
“He’s my best friend Bucky,” she reminded before pressing up onto her toes and kissing the corner of his mouth. A delicate hand rested over his chest for a moment as she pulled back, a heavy sigh taking her form. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
Turning away, Y/N moved out the door and into the darkness of the night. Eyes adjusted to the dim light of the street lights mixed with the blinding of passing cars as they sought out the familiar figure. Looking north and south there was no sign of Will, but she had to find him. Pulling her coat on over her dress she began to jog up towards Main Street.
Her lungs burned in the cold night air, and her muscles tensed with each stride. Yet, she didn’t stop until she spotted a familiar beanie and golden hair in the distance. “Steve!” She called out in desperation, her legs carrying her further as a faster pace even if she felt as if she were about to collapse. When he didn’t stop, she called out to him again, “Steve!” Then a final time as he was in her reach, “Steve!”
She caught his hand with her own, tugging him back stumbling through the crowd and into her frame.
“Y/N?” He sounded, his free hand raising up to tug ear-buds from his ears. “What are you—“
“Fuck you for making me run!” Y/N cut him off, her hand leaving him to adjust her clothes just right.
“What are you doing here?” He reiterated, “go back to the bar with that excuse of a boyfriend of yours.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” Y/N sighed, a hand reaching up to push strands back and away from her face.
“What is there for me to understand, Y/N?” Steve countered as he held his headphones in a tight fist. “Why do you let him do that to you? You deserve so much better than—“
The mesh of her lips against his swallowed his words in a desperate kiss. Y/N needed him to know that he was why she couldn’t commit fully to Bucky. No words could have captured her actions better. Pulling back, hands were gripping at his shirt, and her eyes fluttered open to take in the confusion on his face.
“I couldn’t commit to him knowing that a piece of me belongs to you. I couldn’t just sit back and stop wondering what it would be like...” her teeth took hold of her lower lips as her eyes dropped down to the ground.
A careful hand raised up, stroking the angle of her jaw before cupping her cheek. “You should have just told me Y/N...”
“And cross the line we had drawn? I couldn’t risk that,” she whispered back, tears building up in her eyes. “You’re my best friend Steve. You think I wanted to throw that all away because I wanted to see what happened if I took things a little further than we had agreed?”
“So you just fuck my best friend instead?” Steve challenged, a thumb stroking away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. “You have a weird way of catching my attention Steve.”
“You never seemed to want mine,” she muttered back, “not until Bucky and me...”
“Shhh…” he hushed her, his thumb stroking down her cheek and to her lips. “Things were complicated, and continue to further complicate themselves, don’t they? But the last things I need is for you to start pushing that idea around.” Sure, Steve was blatantly jealous back at the bar, but the last thing he wanted to hear was Y/N say it.
“Idea?” Y/N hummed, her hands gripped at the breast of his jacket to keep him close. “You mean that you’re--”
“Y/N,” Steve laughed out, his lips lowering to place a firm kiss to her forehead, “don’t. Let’s get a cab back to the apartment, okay? We can wait for Bucky there.”
Climbing into the back of the bright-colored taxi, Steve leaned forward and gave the address to the driver. He then settled back in his seat, his arm going around her shoulders to draw her close. Bright eyes glanced up to the rear-view and for a second they looked like a couple. His head had found the comfort of his chest, and her eyes had fluttered shut. She must be-- Oh! Thankfully, the range of the mirror didn’t go below the waist, as Y/N’s hand slid over the muscular expanse of his thigh and up to what was now a growing bulge in his jeans.
“Y/N…” his whispered out into her hair, but her eyes remained closed. A small smirk found full lips before she whispered out:
“Do you want me to stop?” It was barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear.
His head shook slowly, trying to keep his body calm, as to not draw the driver’s attention to him. He could feel her hand through the thick fabric of his jeans, stroking his cock as it continued to grow with arousal and carefully fondling his balls. A heavy breath slipped out his nose, his cock pressing hard at his denim with the desire of being freed. They were only 5 blocks away, but the city traffic had him biting his lip, it was taking too long. Needing the pressure of his arousal to subside, a hockey-worn hand reached across his lap before encroaching on the hem of her dress. It had already ridden up in the taxi, letting his fingers explore the soft expanse that guided him to her heat. His hand slipped between her eager thighs and moved upwards to force them apart. The dress continued to rise until the fabric pooled at her hips. Glancing down - but only for a second - he marveled in the sight of the pale lace that kept him from her.
Steve returned his vision to the mirror, watching the driver assuring they wouldn’t get caught. His fingers then began to explore the warm lace of her panties, following them down to the heated arousal just above the seat. A finger circled for a moment, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from speaking. He just wanted to talk dirty in her ear, but he wouldn’t let himself, not here -- Fuck she was so wet.
A thick finger found the edge of her lace, dipping inside. There he explored her warmth and smirked at her body’s shudders. Her arousal was pooling in the confinement of her panties, welcoming his touch with warmth. Y/N’s body shuttered, her core clenching in the anticipation. His fingers pressed firmly around her entrance, easing running over her desperate fold before sliding up to her sensitive clit. Wet fingers slid and circled and Steve watched as she slowly began to unravel for him.
It was only when the careful ease of a foot on the break halted the car that Steve remembered that they were in the back seat of a city taxi. Hot and heavy, they had finally made it back to the apartment he shared with Bucky. Hands smelling like her pussy, Steve sorted through his wallet and tossed cash up ahead at the driver. He didn’t care about the change, instead, he rushed out of the taxi, guiding his tiny brunette friend with him. They rushed through the lobby, Y/N tripping over her heels and both ignoring the greeting of the doorman. Ears pounded with the need for one another, chest heaving with the anticipation of finally feeling the other against their skin.
The couple barreled into the elevator, Steve slamming the floor button down before backing Y/N up against the cold back wall. Rough hands gripped at the back of her thighs, lifting her up off the ground and guiding limbs around his waist.
“Steve-” Y/N hummed mindful that at any moment someone from another floor could join them.
Steve silenced her with a kiss as passionate as it was rough. Teeth bit at her full lower lip, indulging in it as it swelled under the pressure. A soft sigh left the young woman's lips, egging him on further.
Y/N’s soft eyes glanced up as the numbers lit up with each floor. “We’re almost there,” she whispered, her eyes falling shut was his finger’s hooked on the sides of her panties and he slowly lowered he back down to the floor. Steve dropped to his knees, guiding the lace down before having her step out of them.
“Save us some time,” he smirked and the door chimed. Shoving the fabric in his pocket, Steve led the way to the front door. This fingers fumbled with the key ring, finally finding the copper and sliding it into the lock. The pair stepped into the apartment and were attached at the lips before the door could shut completely.
Y/N attempted to guide him back towards the bedroom, but the forward had no patience. “The couch,” he mumbled against her lips and stumbled back to the plush cushions. Pulling her down with him, Steve reached between their forms and pulled the waist of his jeans free, then the zipper. Y/N’s delicate touch met his, her hands guiding his denim and boxer-briefs down over his thick quads to rest around his ankles. Smirking, Y/N rested her knees outside his hips and began to roll her hips over his eager girth. “No more teasing Y/N,” Steve hummed, a hand coming to caress her cheek, “no more games.”
Her lips parted slowly as she nodded. Hands pulled her dress up around her navel before one dropped down to his cock. She stroked it slowly before guiding it to her damp arousal. Taking in a breath, her tight walls began to come down around him in a slow movement. Her breath hitched in her throat, her head leaning back as she sunk to take him hole. With his cock buried deep inside her, Y/N let her eyes scan over his features, much like herself, he was caught up in desire.
A careful hand grasped at the thick hair at the nape of Y/N’s neck, guiding her mouth to his for a sloppy kiss. She let out a quiet moan against his mouth, her lips beginning to rock in a steady rhythm. Y/N could feel him cuss against her lips before be let his head fall to the crook between her neck and shoulder. His hot breath washed up against her neck before be began to suck on the supple flesh there. His hands fell to her back, a groan leaving his lips out of enjoyment. The friction of their bodies was pure bliss, he could feel his climax building.
Wanting to see more of her, he drew a hand back to her neckline and tugged it down. First came the sturdy hold of her strapless bra, but with another swift movement, her full breasts were free. Perfect. “So beautiful, Y/N,” he groaned, why hadn’t he let himself notice this sooner?
Steve craved to see more of her, to explore every inch, but the tightness of her core around his cock was quickly becoming too much. “Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands dropping to her hips to help increase the pace in which she road him.
“Steve,” she gasped out in return, her breast bouncing with each rise and fall of her core onto his length. Y/N’s hands gripped at the fabric of her shirt, her mouth falling agape to release a shrill moan. She was close, and so was he.
Bracing his heels on the carpet, Steve raised his hips up to pound his cock up to her limits. His seeds exploded in thick streams into her core that milked every drop with each strong clench of her own orgasm. Breathless, Y/N pulled herself up one final time and off of Steve’s cock that flopped down against his t-shirt covered abs, still half hard. Pulling her dress back up to her middle, Y/N watched as his thick seed oozed from her mound and down the inside of her legs. “That was-” she managed but cut herself short when she heard the subtle click of the front door opening.
Bucky strolled in the front door, tossing his jacket off to the armchair casually before his eyes realized what he had walked in on. He had left the blonde at the bar thinking he would have a long night of reconciliation ahead of him, instead, he found his girlfriend fucking his best friend. “Well,” he leaned his head to the side, a small smirk coming to play on his lips, “I guess it’s my turn.”
