Hate me 6 (beautiful stranger)
Who: Bucky Barnes x Y/n; Y/n x Steve Rogers
Terrible Summary: The series as a whole is based on the song Hate Me by Ellie Goulding and Juice WRLD…Y/n and Steve get to know each other. Bucky’s point of view at the engagement dinner.
Warnings: 18+ SEX, CURSING, DRINKING.
After the engagement party, Steve invited me out for drinks to which I gladly accepted. He seems like a good enough guy and he’s beautiful so why not use him to get Bucky off my mind. G-d he looked good tonight in his black suit with no tie. His beard and hair unkept but I liked it on him. Though I’m not fond of the way his eyes still stare at me broken, I really hate that. His smell was intoxicating, he’s intoxicating. I could’ve let him have me outside. I wish I could’ve felt his rough yet gentle hands gripping my waist, his fingertips brushing my cheek before pulling me in to kiss his perfect pouting lips, or the stubble of his beard tickle my thighs just as his sinfully pleasurable tongue dives inside of me.
“So that was your ex I’m guessing?” Steve asks taking a sip of his beer.
“Hmm?” My mind is occupied with dirty thoughts when Steve tries to make conversation.
“That guy Bucky? He’s your ex or something?”
“Oh. What makes you think that?” I smirk.
“Just a tension between you, either love or hate.”
“Or both?” He smiles through his long lashes. Wow he really is very handsome. “Yea we broke up technically like 2-3 months ago but we had kinda started seeing each other again and you don’t care about any of this.”
“No i do.” I cock a brow at him “i mean if you want to talk about it i’d like to listen.”
“Ok whats your deal?”
“How do you mean?”
“You’re like the perfect gentleman, fucking gorgeous, and you’re single. What gives?” After he finishes laughing he tells me he also just got out of a relationship. About twenty minutes later we’re at his apartment.
“Drink?” He asks already headed to the kitchen.
“What do you have?” Searching the freezer he pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels. “That’ll work.”
I take a swig from the bottle then he does. When he sets it down, i kiss him. His hands grip my waist pulling me flush to his front. I reach my palm down his front massaging him through the fabric of his dress pants. We separate a second quickly undressing.
“Wow.” I reach my hand out touching his chest. Where Bucky is ruggedly handsome and rough around the edges Steve is a beautiful and perfect greek statue of a man. I almost don’t feel good enough to fuck him.
“G-d you are beautiful.” His hands slowly hold my face to kiss me more delicately this time. When his lips move to my neck I ask if we should go to the bedroom. His response is to run his large firm hands down my body squeezing my ass to lift me on to his kitchen island.
“Let me take care of you.” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “Lay back.” I do as I’m told. Grabbing an ankle, his lips place kisses up my leg then to my already throbbing wet pussy. I hook it around his back as my hips move at the same rhythm as his brilliant tongue.
“Oh my G-d!” My hands pull at my hair. Bucky is proficient when it comes to eating me out I’ve never had any complaints for him but Steve, Steve is a fucking master. He licks around his mouth standing back up.
“That was, lovely.” I laugh hiding my face in my hands.
“Lovely?” His rubs my thighs while i begin to sit up bringing my arms to hang lazily over his shoulders.
“Yea 5/5 would recommend.” This time he laughs.
“How are you so good at that?” The gleam on his lips makes them look more appetizing.
“I was kind of a late bloomer growing up not too many girls are into short scrawny guys. Had to compensate somehow.”
“I’d feel bad if it hadn’t made you so unbelievably gifted.” He shakes his head with a smirk.
“Glad my years of misery could bring you pleasure doll.”
“Mm how else did you learn to compensate?” My fingers move through his hair as i suck my cum off his lips. Lifting me off the counter top he brings me to his bedroom gently laying me down. Lining himself up he slowly inches inside of me. His hands hold mine above my head as he moves into me. I don’t know if I’m still reeling from his mouth but the moment he starts to thrust his hips i find myself having to hold on to him feeling so close to loosing myself.
“Can I come inside of you?”
“Fuck, yes, please.” I manage to moan. G-d it’s like my pussy is sore and he’s massaging every inch of it, he feels so heavenly.
“You ok?” He asks fingers lightly scratching at my shoulder while i rest on his chest.
“Perfect.” Nuzzling into him a little more the sudden thought of “what the hell are you doing?” flashes through my mind. I sit up suddenly telling him that I should go.
“It’s 3am.” He’s looking at me like I’m insane.
“Uh huh?” Before i can stand he grabs my hand.
“Hey, it’s ok if you feel you need to go but staying over doesn’t mean we’re in any kind of relationship. This is whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“I know that.” He makes a face indicating he doesn’t believe me. “Fine I’ll stay but don’t get any ideas.”
“I’m already picking out the colors of our wedding. What do you think about navy?” He smiles as i move on top of him.
“Ha ha. Why don’t you put that mouth to better use huh?” He moves me onto my back effortlessly.
Bucky’s POV (Engagement dinner)
Everyday since Y/n and I, ever since that day I’ve just been going through the motions. Today’s no different. Sam called to say he finally proposed to Wanda and they’re celebrating tonight. I’m happy for him, I am but I’d much rather sit on the couch with a bottle of Jack. The only thing is, I can’t see her from the couch and I really need to see her. I need to hear her voice, her laugh. I need to smell her sweet perfume since it’s faded from her blanket i hid away. I just want her back.
Bucky: Hey beautiful. How are you?
Sharon: I’m good how are you?
Sharon: It’s been awhile.
Bucky: I was thinking the same thing. Too long. In fact I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?
Sharon: That could be arranged 😊
Bucky: Good I’ll pick you up at 8:30. Dress nice.
Sharon: Can’t wait!
Y/n hasn’t posted much on Instagram so bringing Sharon is a gamble but I don’t have much more to lose.
“Yo.” Sam has made it a habit of calling me every day.
“You are going to show tonight right?”
“Just got out of the shower.”
“And getting ready to head over?”
“Yea just gotta pick up Sharon first.”
“Agh. Really Barnes?”
“What are you doin man?”
“I’ll see you in a few.”
Black suit, black shirt, no tie. I didn’t even bother shaving for this and I’m pretty sure i smell more like whisky than cologne but fuck it. Sharon looks nice when I pick her up and doesn’t seem to mind that I’m already on my way to drunk.
“So where are we going?” She’s all smiles. Poor girl.
“Really? That place is really nice.”
“Yea friend of mine just got engaged. They’re having a dinner.”
“Oh I didn’t realize it was an engagement party. Am I dressed ok?”
“Ya you look fine.”
“Who’s all going to be there? Anyone I’ve met?” Who have you met?
“Uh Sam, Wanda, Clint, Nat. Probably Wandas brother. Y/n.”
She doesn’t talk the rest of the drive which I’m grateful for. Reaching out my hand she gladly accepts it.
“Wilson!” I dropped Sharons hand as quickly as i grabbed it to greet Sam and Wanda.
“Making an entrance? You’re the last one here asshole.”
“You don’t really need me to celebrate.”
“Whatever man. Y’all are at the end of the table. Sharon it’s good to meet you.”
“Thanks, you too. Congratulations.” She shakes Sams hand.
“Thank you. Excuse me, making the rounds.”
“Alright.” For a second I thought I saw her with Nat and Clint so I make my way over Sharon close behind.
“Ay Barnes.” Clint and I hug then I hug Nat who introduces me to Steve.
“Oh uh this is Sharon. Sharon Clint, Nat, and Steve.”
“We’ve met.” Nat grins “i think Y/n introduced us briefly.”
“Oh that’s right. It’s nice to meet you more formally. Where is Y/n? I was hoping to see a familiar face. No offense.”
“No no I understand. She went for a drink.”
“Oh.” Sharon looks as disappointed as i do.
“So Steve what do you do?” I ask to make conversation.
“I just finished my twenty with the army.”
“Wow. Congratulations man.”
“Thank you. Yea i did a lot of cyber security type work so I’m probably going back into that as a civilian.”
“You know Y/n knows like one of the top guys in that field right here in New York. She could probably introduce you.” Clint’s glance is apologetic when Nat mentions Tony.
“Did I hear my name?”
My mouth suddenly goes dry at the sound of her voice and then all but salivates when I see her. Holy fuck she looks sexy. Every curve of hers is on display. I can feel a twitch in my pants from just staring at her. G-d I want to take her right now. What would she do if I just grabbed her by the arm and took her to the bathroom to be fucked like the dirty girl that she is? Shit I’m gonna get hard if I don’t stop thinking like that.
“Thought you were getting A drink?” Nat asks her.
“Sorry.” Her eyes meet mine for a second “Did you all get aquatinted?” Her arm slips around Steve’s waist. What the fuck is this? He puts his arm around her shoulders. The sight of his hands on her, pisses me right the fuck off replacing any feelings of arousal with anger.
“Think so.” Steve looks at her. Fucker likes her.
“Y/n that dress is stunning.” Sharon smiles a fake smile, it’s too big to be real. What’s her deal with Y/n anyway?
“Thank you.” She’s being polite.
“You want my jacket?” Steve asks. The way she looks up at him with those eyes. This whole fucking thing is aggravating me.
“That would be nice. I just got really cold.”
“Probably because you’re dressed like I could pick you up off the corner.” My jaw is clenched looking her up and down. Why did I say that? The eyes staring at me tell me what I already know. I’m a dick.
“You needing to do that kinda thing a lot these days Barnes? Either way, you couldn’t afford me.” That fucking smirk. Thankfully Nat and Clint laugh though at my expense it breaks the tension.
“I think you look beautiful doll.” Thank G-d for Steve fucking Rogers. He places his jacket around her shoulders with a fucking smile.
“Thank you Steve.”
“Do you want to go sit down?” She nods and that’s it that was our interaction. “We’re gonna take our seats.” he says to Nat and Clint then faces me and Sharon. “It was nice meeting you two.” Y/n waves goodbye to us too. When Steves hand slides to her low back i can’t just let her go.
“Y/n, can I talk to you for a sec?”
“What are you doing?” My tone sounds more aggressive than I wanted it to.
“Can you be more specific?” I hate when she acts like this. Fucking brat yet there’s that twitch again.
“With Rogers Y/n.”
“Currently? Nothing. Later, well that’s none of your business. Though I’m sure you recall I’m not against sex on the first date.”
I do remember. We didn’t even make it inside my place before we were tearing each other’s clothes off. I rub my mouth then rest my hands at my hips staring at her. How do I love her so much but hate her just the same? Stepping toward her forces her against the wall of the building. Breathing her in my nose grazes hers. My mouth moves down to her neck. I want to kiss her soft skin. My hands hover in front of her fighting so hard to keep them off her. I place them on the wall at either side of her head.
“I, hate, you.” I really do she breaks me over and over and I’m the bad guy.
“Ya, I bet you do.”
“You’re trash.” You’re not but I need to pretend. “You’re nothing.”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Myself because you are literally my everything.
“I could easily replace you.” I could never. “I’m done waiting for you. Do yourself a favor, forget me, forget what we ever had. This, is over.” It has to be because I can’t take this feeling you left me with. This ache. She moves her mouth closer to my ear and whispers,
“I think I ended this when I fucked Tony.” She pats my shoulder pushing me away then walks back inside.
“Are you coming in?” Sharon asks me when we stop at her place.
“You’re like with her right? That’s what it is? Or you were and you’re still into her.” She huffs out a breath of air looking away from me a second. “Was I just someone to get her off your mind, to make her jealous?” Is she waiting for an answer? “I should be upset but honestly, I get it. I mean obviously, she’s beautiful, but girls like that, they don’t stay Bucky. You saw her tonight,” her hand rests at the nape of my neck the other my inner thigh. “she’s going home with that Rogers guy. You can go home alone and think about her the rest of the night or you can come upstairs with me. I wouldn’t make you feel the way she’s making you feel right now Bucky, ever.” I huff out a laugh feeling the sting of tears threatening my eyes.
“Is that right?” She places her lips to my cheek but i stop her. “You can go.”
“Get out!” I don’t raise my voice but the tone is definitely not nice.
“You’re a dick! Lose my number.” She slams the door.
Ironically my night ends exactly where it began. On my couch, alone, with a bottle of jack.