With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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A little warning, there is gonna be a fair bit of swearing in this chapter and some smut (but it's not with Bucky, sorry guys <3 )

Y/n's POV:

Sauntering up to the bar, I sat down and watched the pretty hot bartender walk up to me and check me out, igniting butterflies in my stomach.

He wore a simple white shirt, tucked into his smart black pants, I could just about see his tattoos poking out from under his shirt collar and cuffs and (not gonna lie) the way he was using that cocktail shaker was kind of turning me on. He looked so fucking sexy in the bar's purple-hued lights.

"Hi..." I paused to read his name tag. "Hi, Daniel!" I said, smiling.

"What can I get you, Mrs?" He asked politely.

"It's Miss, and surprise me," I replied. I wanted to have some fun tonight.

As he got to work, he decided to ask a question, "This is a couples cruise, aren't you here with someone?"

I laughed. "Not anymore!" I replied triumphantly. The ship was coming into dock tomorrow and we had completed our mission so who gave a tiny rat's shit if I blew our cover now.

"I'm so sorry," He said, pouring some grenadine.

"Don't be, he was a dick." I chuckled, watching him set my drink down in front of me, it was a dark berry colour and was garnished with an orange slice and a glacé cherry. The colour darkened further down the drink and it looked amazing.

It tasted even better.

"This one's on me." He smiled, wiping down the surface of the bar.

I took another sip, it was incredible, the flavours and bubbles danced on my tongue. It wasn't the strongest thing in the world, but it was exactly what I needed. "Thank you so much," I said.

After thinking for a minute, I called Daniel down from the other end of the bar. "What time do you get off?" I asked.

"In about half an hour, why?" He responded, grinning. He knew why.

"Wanna Fuck?"

"Why not." He smirked.

Over the next half hour, he continued to serve me drinks, although I insisted that they were all non-alcoholic, I wanted to remember this in the morning.

As soon as he clocked out, I practically dragged him to the cabin where he pushed me onto the bed.

He pulled off my dress and began to kiss me all over my chest. "You look so pretty underneath me." He whispered, before burying his lips into my neck and sucking on my sweet spot until I was moaning below him.

He reached around my back to unclip my bra but seemed to struggle so I helped him out with that one.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and I was actually quite impressed, "Nice abs Daniel" I muttered, making him laugh a little before he reached down and ran his finger along my slit, making me grind on him, silently begging for release.

He unbuckled his pants and began to roll a condom onto his hard dick before looking up at me.

"Fuck me." I demanded.

He pumped in and out of me, one hand on my hip and the other above my shoulder, my legs were wrapped around his waist.

I whined and moaned as the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.

He was good, I had to give him that, but I couldn't get the images of my night with James out of my mind, and how he had fucked me with a perfect hatred.

I was nearing my climax and all I could see was Barnes's toned body above me.

The knot in my stomach continued to build before suddenly snapping, making me clench around the cock that was cumming inside me at the same time.

"Fuck Bucky." I cried before my eyes widened and I realised what I had said.

Shit.

Luckily, Daniel didn't appear to have been listening too closely as he had been focusing on himself (always a great sign.) and I took a great sigh of relief.

He was probably a 7/10 because he at least made me cum, but (and I would never admit this to another living soul. I literally would rather be shot) Bucky was at least an 8.

Bucky's POV:

(Late, the night before)

Walking back to our room, all I could hear were thuds and moans. It sounded like everyone was getting in a last night of vacation sex before they had to go back to their normal lives. Gross.

I scanned my key card to enter the cabin but I found that it was locked from the inside. I tried again, but had no success.

It was just a second later that I heard a moan come from the room and I quickly began to walk away and in the direction of the deck. Y/n is a horny fucking bitch.

The next morning, I tried my key card on the door again and thankfully, it opened. I was even more grateful that I didn't find a stranger in the bed and that I could hear the shower running.

I started to quickly pack up my stuff, as the boat would be arriving back at the harbour in less than an hour but stopped suddenly when I saw a shiny, metal, name tag on the floor. "Daniel-Bartender" so I quickly tossed the thing in the bin.

I was almost finished packing when the bathroom door opened and Y/n stepped out in her towel.

"Fun evening?" I asked rigidly.

"Not bad." She returned with a smirk.

"Alright." I snapped. "You're a fucking bitch. You know that?"

"What else is new?" She countered.

"You know, you could have at least asked before locking me out of the room to fuck a stranger. I wanted to sleep."

"Oh, come on!" She retorted. "That's bullshit! We both know that you never go to sleep. What the fuck do you do? Because every single night for the past month, I've felt you twisting and turning around but you never actually go to sleep."

I glanced up from my suitcase before double taking and looking back up at her.

"You gave him head?" I chided.

"Would that make you jealous?"

"YOU KICKED ME OUT OF MY OWN ROOM TO GIVE A RANDOM BARTENDER HEAD?" Evidently, I was yelling now.

"What the fuck? No, I didn't." She denounced.

"Don't fucking lie to me! Look at your eye!"

Her eye was bright pink and sore-looking.

"You dick head! I got soap in my eye in the shower, do you know how much that shit hurts? Retaliated Y/n

"Yeah. Sure you did." I scoffed, and I was about to yell again when we were interrupted by an announcement.

"All passengers, please return to the exit deck. All passengers, please return..."

"Thank Thor." She mumbled, grabbing her suitcase and storming out of the room.

We were about fifteen minutes away from the compound and we had sat the entire journey in aggravated silence.

"We're not telling anyone." Y/n grumbled.

"What? That you fucked me or the bartender?" I replied with fake innocence.

"You know what? Fuck you."

"Been there, done that, wouldn't recommend," I smirked.

Y/n looked like she was about to explode and suddenly I was fearing for my life, gripping the steering until my fingers turned white when her phone pinged and she suddenly stopped looking like she was planning my death.

"Shit." She whispered, the blood draining from her face.

What the fuck?

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