With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Bucky's POV:

The way her lips molded to fit mine so perfectly and the tiny little moans she was subconsciously letting out had me hard as fuck.

In the middle of the foyer.
Where anyone could walk in on us.

Her hands ran through my hair, pulling gently at the roots as mine covered her body, I wanted to feel all of her. I wanted to fuck her right now. She was so goddam gorgeous, I'd never met anyone like her.

I fucking love this woman.
I wasn't scared to say it. Well, I was scared to say it out loud but I could easily admit it to myself. I don't know when I started to love her, but something inside me hinted that I had loved her for longer than I'd known.

I pushed my tongue through her subtle lips and she let out a tiny groan making me even harder for her (even though I didn't know that was possible).

Just then a loud notification popped up on her phone and she pulled away to check it, her chest heavy and with eyes full of lust.

Slightly out of breath, she said: "Oh, It's the Uber." She grinned at me mischievously. I love her smile. "If everything goes to plan then we probably shouldn't be driving back."

"What are we doing?" I asked curiously, she still hadn't told me.

"You'll see when we get there." She replied, "Let's go."

I paused and glanced down at my crotch before meeting her eyes with mine again. "I think we have a problem, Doll." To which she just laughed and grabbed my hand.

"Sorry, but we need to go." She grinned before standing on tiptoe to kiss me on the lips and dragging me towards the door.

As we pulled up to one of the busiest clubs nearby, Y/n/n told me her plan. "We're going to practice the telepathy and use it to get free drinks off people."

"Don't you have Tony's card?" I questioned. I didn't actually know how she had acquired it but I don't think I had ever even seen her card, let alone seen her pay for something with her own money (which I knew she had).

"Yeah, but it's more fun this way, free drinks, a chance to test out your progress..." She paused, almost nervous to say what came next, like she needed to consider it, "and an excuse to spend some time out with my boyfriend."

I smiled down at her as she sat next to me, "As if I would ever need an excuse to spend time with my girlfriend."  Then leaned down to kiss her on the forehead before exiting the car and walking over to her side to help her out of the car.

After thanking the Driver and walking into the club with our fingers intertwined, we headed in the direction of the bar.

Neon-purple lights lit the room, loud music filled my ears, and hoards of people moved around, dancing and bumping into me. Usually, I would hate somewhere like this, but with Y/n by my side, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

"So what now? Are you just going to walk up to somebody?" I teased her as she scanned the bar for her first victim.

Her eyes latched onto a man sitting alone at the end of the bar, only talking to the bartender. "Yep." She answered, dragging me after her as she strolled over.

"Wait, really?" 

"Why not?" Y/n/n answered again but before I had a chance to point out the ethical flaws in her plan, she had already greeted the Stranger. "Good evening, Sir." She held her hand out to the confused-looking stranger. He wore a typical businessman-with-no-work-life-balance blue suit and a square pair of glasses.

He didn't respond.

"Excuse me? Sir?" Y/n repeated. Here we go...

"Oh, sorry. Do I know you?" The man looked confused, trying to wrack his memory for where he might know us from.

"What if I told you that I can communicate with this man telepathically?" She suggested but the man just shrugged and turned away. "Would you believe me?" She asked.

Once again there was no reply. That's because most people don't approach strangers and tell them that they're telepathic. I love Y/n but she was a bit of a wild card sometimes.

Luckily for Y/n, the bartender did turn around and began to speak. "Telepathy?" 

"Yeah." She said, "I'll prove it if we can get some free drinks..." She smiled, a cheeky and cunning edge to her grin.

"Sure." He responded, clearly not believing a word she said and assuming that she was already tipsy.

"Alright, I'm going to go over there and you're gonna say something to him, then I'll tell you what you said."

The bartender rolled his eyes and grabbed and started making another drink as Y/n walked away in her perfect little dress before turning to me. "What the fuck am I supposed to say?" he asked.

"It's up to you, man," I replied, trying to figure out if this was a good or bad idea. 

"Is she a little..." He whistled and spun a finger beside his head as he measured out some liqueur.

I sent him a death glare.

"Jeez alright, relax." He sighed, "I'll just say...supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." He smirked, probably thinking that if we were joking then she would never guess that. Luckily for us, we weren't joking.

I focused my energy on removing the dozens of mental blocks I had put up to prevent my thoughts from spilling into her head. *Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.* I said.

*What the fuck?* I heard her reply, the voice entering me through both my mind and chest simultaneously. I had realized that she didn't often use the connection, it probably brought back memories of her family, but when she did, it made my entire body hum with energy.

*That's his word.* I replied, connecting with her from across the room. *You can come back over.*

Y/n quickly returned, twiddling her new necklace in her fingers. Sitting down at the bar and grabbing the drink from the bartender's hand she spoke, "Seriously? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? Think of something imaginative next time." She took a sip as the Bartender reached out to grab the drink. "Hey, you promised. This isn't bad."

"You cheated." He replied directly.

"How?" I questioned, I understood his hesitancy but I had been next to him the whole time.

"I don't know, but I bet you can't do it again." he scoffed.

You really shouldn't bet with Y/n, she's very competativ-

"Alright." She smirked at him.

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An unknown number of hours later and Y/n/n and I had consumed more free drinks than I though possible, it was a wonder that the manager hadn't come over and fired the bartender. 

Even I was feeling a little bit of a buzz, and my metabolism prevented me from getting properly drunk. Y/n had been leaning on me for at least an hour. It was probably time to head home

"Y/n/n..." I whispered in her ear as she told a story to a couple of strangers with an almost worrying amount of enthusiasm. If I didn't know her like the back of my hand I would have assumed that she had snuck off to the bathroom to do a line of coke.

"Bucky..." She looked up at me and whispered back, her eyes tired but happy.

"Let's go home, Doll." I smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist in an attempt to give her some more signals.

"Are we going to fuck tonight?" She asked. Straight to the point.

I fought to suppress a laugh. "Not tonight." I kissed her on her gorgeous, smiling lips. "We're going to watch an episode of Brooklyn 99 and then go to bed." 

She quickly turned around to pull us out the building. "Oohh!" She gasped, "I think they're going to say 'I love you soon'" 

Just like I hope we do.

 "Maybe..." I grinned.

I love you Y/n.

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