Summary: Bucky's your enemy who can't help, but feel attracted to you. He jumps on the opportunity to help you make your boyfriend jealous when he has the chance.
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Slowly sipping your drink, you watch as his hands glide over her body. Every part of you is screaming to go up to him and break up with him, but you don't. Instead you watch as the man, you thought you loved, dances with another woman at your birthday party.
The two of you aren't even broken up. You're still 100 percent in a relationship, yet he's letting another woman kiss his neck.
He catches your eye and smirks at you as he pulls her lips to his. Tears weld in your eyes, but you don't let them leave your eyes, not wanting him to think you're pathetic.
Tony's already offered to kick him out of the compound and you almost agreed. But, you decided to say no. Why? Because you plan on making him jealous back.
Setting your drink down, you walk through the crowd of people until you find your favorite person, Steve, and your least favorite person, Bucky. They're sitting down, talking and drinking even though they can't get drunk.
"Steve," you say catching both mens attention. Steve smiles softly at you while Bucky rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his drink. "What's up birthday girl?" Steve asks.
"I need your help to make my boyfriend jealous," you say.
"Why?" Steve asks.
"Because he's currently sticking his tongue down another woman's throat," you shrug.
"He's what?" Bucky asks in anger and it catches you off guard.
"So you just want me to dance with you?" Steve asks.
"Yea, dance, grope, kiss, stuff like that," you say and Steve face goes bright red. Bucky sighs as he stands up. "I'll do it," he says and your eyes widen.
"What?"
"C'mon doll. If there's one person your boyfriend hates, it's me. So how do you think he's gonna feel when he sees you and me on the dance floor with our hands all over each other?" Bucky asks as he steps closer to you. "Plus you hate me so we already have chemistry," he adds.
Steve looks at Bucky and shakes his head with a smirk, knowing exactly what his best friend is trying to do.
You stare at Bucky, waiting for him to say he's joking, but he doesn't. He does have a point. Your boyfriend hates Bucky, so seeing you with him would be good payback. Not to mention you and Bucky do have an insane amount of sexual tension from hating each other. You both know you do. That's why your boyfriend doesn't like him because he thinks that Bucky and you use to hook up. Which you never did.
Plus, Steve would be too embarrassed to grab your ass or something and Bucky wouldn't have a problem with it. So, you agree.
"Okay," you say as you grab Bucky's hand and walk onto the dance floor.
His metal hand grasps your waist tightly as his right one grabs your left hand and your right rests on his shoulder. You look around for your boyfriend, wondering where he went.
Bucky leans down so his lips are right by your ear. "Stop looking for him, he's right behind us, staring at us," he whispers and a chill travels up your spine.
He softly kisses under your ear and your heart starts beating faster as he kisses down your neck. You feel him run his nose up your neck so his lips are by your ear again. "Breath, doll," he softly whispers and you stutter out a few breaths.
"We need to make this look natural if we want it to work. I can't make it look natural if you start having a heart attack," he says and you nod your head before resting it on his shoulder.
"Grab my ass," you say and he immediately does as he's told. He keeps his gaze on your boyfriend and sees how mad he's getting at the sight of Bucky touching you.
You feel Bucky's hand slide to your hip, before he slides it down your leg. Your breath hitches in your throat as his metal hand slides up your bare right thigh, the slit in your dress giving him enough access to make your boyfriend mad.
Then, you feel his hand go under the fabric of your dress a bit and you look at him. His eyes are dark with lust and his gaze is fixated on your eyes, before switching to your lips, then your eyes again.
"You look beautiful, doll," he whispers and you blush slightly. "Your boyfriends an idiot for not giving you the attention you deserve. God, if you were mine, all my attention would be on you. My hands would only touch your body."
You feel yourself getting turned on from his words and calculate your next move carefully, before deciding not to think at all.
You grab Bucky's hand in your and leave the room with him. Once your down a dark hallway, you press your back against the wall and grab his tie to pull him towards you. His lips instantly find yours as his hands slide all over your body. Metal hand landing on your ass, right at the back of your neck.
A soft moan leaves your lips when he squeezes your ass making Bucky roll his hips against yours. He grabs the back of your leg and hikes it up against his waist and smiles when you wrap it around his waist.
"Did you mean it?" You ask as you pull your lips away from his. He looks at you confused. "When you said your attention would only be on me," you clarify.
"Of course I meant it. Doll, you're the only girl who has my attention even now," he whispers and you softly moan before pulling his lips back to yours.
"God you're so fucking hot," he moans when you starts kissing his neck. You run you tongue up the side of his neck and feel him stutter out a breath.
Just as his hand is about to travel up your dress, he's pushed off of you. Your boyfriend looks between the two of you before deciding to get in your face. "What the fuck?" He asks and you push him back a bit, but he gets right in your face again.
"You wanna be a bitch and sleep with other guys?" He almost yells at you.
"What the fuck did you just call her?" Bucky asks surprisingly calm. He slowly walks closer to you and your boyfriend, who's eyes get wide.
"I-I just— she's—"
"I-I ju-ju— she's—" Bucky mocks and your boyfriend lets out a nervous laugh, which Bucky also mocks.
He grabs the collar of his shirt with his metal hand and pulls him closer to him. "If you ever decide to disrespect my girl in any way, I'll make sure you never speak again. Understand?" He asks and your boyfriend frantically nods.
He lets go of him and the two of you watch as he sprints out of the room. You walk up to Bucky and wrap you arms around his waist as you look up at him. "Your girl, huh?" You ask and watch as he turns red.
"I was caught up in the moment and he was just making me so mad—"
"Bucky," you say cutting him off. "I would love to be your girl."
His face lights up with a smile, but it falters a bit. "I thought you hated me?"
"Eh, not as much as I let on," you admit and his eyes widen.
"How much do you hate me then?"
"About twenty percent of what I let on."
Bucky smiles as he bends down and picks you up before rushing upstairs to his room.
