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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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The Fast Road - college!Bucky Barnes x ex!cheater!reader

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Word count - 3060

Summary; he should hate you after what you did, but he can’t. He finds himself falling back into your web, like the lovestruck idiot that he is

Warnings; mentions of a breakup, angst, cheating, alcohol consumption, smut, unprotected sex, use of drugs (cocaine), degradation (not in a kink way), swearing, yelling, slight exhibitionism

He held a cigarette between his fingers as he surveyed you from the other side of the roof, watching how you ran your hands over Rumlow’s shoulders, laughing at something he had sensually whispered into your ear. Bucky didn’t know what he was saying, but he was certain that he would not like it at all.

There were girls trying to speak to him, but he paid them no mind, instead he shoved them Sam’s way as he kept his eyes trained on your form, flicking the ash of his fag to the ground, as he frustratedly bit his lip. As his eyes decided to dart around, he saw him enter the rooftop party, looking proud as he scanned the crowd also, his sight pivoting towards you. Bucky knew that you wouldn’t accept his affections, if they were anything but casual.

That was all you wanted, he discovered that when he found you in bed with that man, beckoning under his touch rather than his own. Not to mention, that man was everything that you had wanted, whilst you were with him. The sight of you and him in the same vicinity sent him hurtles of pain. He was admittedly shocked whence Sam also pushed the women away and clasped his hand onto his shoulder; he was close to pushing it off, but instead he refrained for a moment.

“You need to forget about her, she’s no good for you man. The fault of the end weighs in her hands, not your own.” Sam’s words soothed nothing, instead they brandished a sickening rise in his stomach, but he held it all back as he watched you dodge the affections of your previous lover, and entail persuasions of lust upon Rumlow. Eddie was in your rear view, the only difference was, that he was a simple fling that caused major complications in your relationship status, not that you minded. It seemed that the situation had set you free like a bird from the cage, and Bucky was once more urgent to take you into his captivity.

As horrid as it was for him to admit, and Steve would have slapped him on the back of the head for doing so, he desperately needed you back, you were a craving for him, and he wasn’t yet willing to give you up. Sure, you’d broken his heart and whatnot, however, if he could get you back, he wouldn’t care; he’d take a little bit of affection over none. Brock Rumlow and Ediie Brock, amongst many other competitors for your attention were all he was up against, if he had to, he would most definitely take on the world for you, even if the sentiment wasn’t reciprocated.

“Whatever Wilson.” Barnes scoffed as he took a heavy swig from the green glass bottle that was in his ring clad hand. Sam rolled his eyes at his friend’s ignorance to his advice, knowing that when Bucky wanted something, he was intent on getting it, no matter the cost nor consequences. The sound of footsteps glided over, making Bucky’s jaw clench as he saw the pitiful look on the blond’s sharp featured face. Steve tutted at the aggression behind his words, and softly shook his head, shifting his sights to Peggy for a moment, before flickering his cerulean orbs over to where you were practically dry humping that jerk.

“Don’t whatever him Buck, he’s right.” His words had much more affect on Bucky’s emotions, he noticed that as he winced lightly. “Y/n is a mess, one that you don’t need in your life. After what she did, you deserve better; she just proved that. No one should find their significant other fooling around with another, even if it is one of the reporters from the student council. Doesn’t matter if every girl wants them, if said girl is in a commitment, then she should keep her hands between whom she is supposed to be loyal to, and herself.”

“Maybe it was me Steve, you ever think o’ that?” He passively spoke with an invigorating silence dwindling around him. It wasn’t in his minded pitch, but it seemed every one was listening to his tumbling words, as though they were taking some amusement from watching him crack. “There could have been many problems on my side, she may have kept it to herself to protect my feelings. Maybe my dick wasn’t big enough, or maybe she didn’t like me hanging out with losers like you, ‘cause I gotta say, right now I’m not a fan either.” As he finished his tantrum of denial, his face was flushed and Steve and Sam were looking at him absurdly.

They knew he was suffering, but it hardly gave him a reason to take it out on them, and thus when the blue eyed boy with ex girlfriend issues glanced over, he noted that both the Brocks (first and last named) were abandoned by your presence. Instead they had other drunkard girls hanging from their arms as they resumed showering them with intimate attention after Bucky’s little outburst. You were gone, that was the main thing, and he couldn’t refrain from tracking through the bodies of people, ignoring Steve’s voice calling out for him, and heading down the fire escape.

He found you beside the dumpster that housed a vast littering of shattered beer bottles, sniffing a white substance off your hand, running your nose along the alabaster line that tainted the opposing side of your palm, rubbing your nostrils effectively therefor after. As you looked up, your eyes scanned to the side, realising his ghostly and agitated figure walking towards you, he threw the bottle he carried in with the rest of garbage, the crash making your skin jump. “Quite the mockery you made outta yourself up there Barnes, anyone’d think you still harboured childish emotions of love and romance and all that shit.” You dug in your pocket, searching for your packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

“Are you doing fucking coke?” He blatantly asked you with a reprimanding undertone, it was half hissed towards you, as though he were severely judging your actions. “Don’t just fucking shrug at me, answer me dammit!” His hand rapped against the wall, the knuckles on his hand scathing with blood that broke through his split skin, “How about you stop being so damn childish, and own up to your actions, huh doll face? Don’t take the piss out of me for giving an actual flying fuck, your resentment is untitled and deemed pathetic, you’re the one that cheated on me, if you haven’t forgotten from doing that toxic powder.”

“You’re not the boss of me James!” You growled at him, gasping as he snatched your bag off your shoulder, and rifled through it, securing the illegal condiments in his grasp, and shaking them lightly in your face. “Don’t you dare throw them away, that shit costs a lot of money, or are you as street smart as you are tone deaf.” If he made the thin flakes of small collective white specks disappear, you’d not be able to afford any more for weeks on end, and that would drive you absolutely mad. It was the only thing that helped you to balance your social life and studies, it was fuel to a painful fire that would eventually tire down, but for the next few years, you would be steady and prepared for anything, or so you hoped.

“You’re the one that made me tone deaf doll, I didn’t exactly want to hear you screeching out another guys name.” He remembered like it was yesterday, listening to you evoke a renaissance of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. The sound still drawled around him like it’s prey, haunting him each time until he collapsed into a sobbing mess, feeling grand debate against his inner demons that refused to rest, and had a derelict goal of constantly haunting him with the image of your colossal sin. “So...” he opened the bag of coke, and dabbled an expensive line against the back of his hand. Bucky feared that his life would flash before his eyes; he’d never done nor had he planned to do drugs that made someone thus vulnerable. Cocaine was always off the list, weed was the casual, but he was discarding those values of his, all because he wanted nothing more to piss you off.

“So fucking what James?” Your glare was angled towards the spillage of of content that he was wasting, some even trickled onto the ground like low in precipitation snow. With motive frustration, your teeth gritted together like two gears, as you watched him with bewildered eyes, that retained elements of a variety of emotions whilst looking at him, scared of what his motives were. He leant his head down, raising his baked hand to meet with his nose, as you stepped closer, fury enraging your form. “Don’t you fucking dare Bucky! Fucking stop it, stop it!” To be described as furious with his actions was an understatement, the route of taking drugs and in a sense, fucking up everything good that you ever had was your life, not his.

“You didn’t tell Brock to stop it, nor the other one Brock that was prepared to get beneath your dress given the chance. But you woulda loved that, wouldn’t ya? Because you’re a fucking whore, just love to get everyone’s dick inside of your cunt; it’s practically open season.” Bucky was yelling, there was no doubt in his mind that Steve and Sam, among other attendants of the party would be able to hear him, and it was safe for all of them to assume of whom he was speaking to, and it was his demeaning tone that ran through the ally. “It’s as though there’s nothing you love more than taking someone else’s cock inside of you, no matter if you’re with someone else, or if you’re practically stabbing said person in the back.”

“I loved you!” You couldn’t hold the words in any longer, they ran from you, same as the explode of tears that hurtled down your face. He was continuously grilling you about your dire mistake, as though you had no regret in reference to the grave mistake that you had made. If you could turn back time, you’d have done things differently, same as people. Eddie would never have ended up in your bed, you had been regretfully tipsy, your mind hazed as you prioritised the objective of having sex, be it with another man that was not the one that you had been committed to. It was simply a classmate of yours, the prospect of studying vacating far from the mind. “I still do James.” At your prevail, Bucky laughed, inhaling the powder through one nostril.

It both angered and harmed you that he decided to take the drugs; he had never dared to do something so destructive, and it was all on you, the fault landing on your lap as you stared unimpressed at him. “Love is a scam, i learnt that from you.” His head had began to lightly spin, he stepped closer to you, making you gasp as he pressed you against the cold brick wall, his chest pressing deliriously upon your own. “So who are you going to fuck tonight y/n? Gonna find some poor stressed guy to relieve, make them believe that you actually care to them, lie and tell them that you love them?” He wasn’t sure why he decided to pry at you, however he brought his mouth closer to your neck, nipping upon the skin.

“Buck...” you weren’t sure whether you should push him from you, or allow him to continue, though for now, the latter was in motion as you opted to do nothing. Bucky’s tongue scoured the expanse of your throat, engulfing the layer of your molten perfume, and the sweat that had gathered upon your flesh. His hand fused down to your waist, giving it a seductive squeeze, as your hand pawed at his back. It felt like a dream whence he reeled up your dress, stroking up your thigh as you breathed heavily in his ear. “Please fuck me Buck, want you inside of me.” You asked him prolifically, feeling his chortled at your whimsical desperation.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The man teased, removing his face from between your neck and shoulder, brushing his lips against your own, as you wantonly tried to collide into a kiss with him. “I’m sure it’s not even just because it’s me, is it? You just want someone to stuff you to the brim with their length, fill you up all nice and pretty until you’re crying for them to stop, don’t you doll?” His adventurous fingers played with the hem of your underwear, pulling them down until they fella round your ankles, to where they stayed, cocked around your heels as you hitched your hips and mound in an effort to get closer to his crotch. “Don’t even think I’ll use a condom, show you who you belong to. You’re not even going to think about being with anyone else after tonight, never consider cheating on me again, will you baby girl?”

A whimper delved out from you, as he brought his hand to your cunt, circling your cunt with the pads of his fingers, jolting whence he pinched the bud, drawing your attention to his face, that was intent on maintaining eye contact. “Tell me that you’ll never cheat on me again y/n. I don’t want your apologies, I want to hear you state that you’ll never make the same mistake again.” He continued to massage your pearl, swiping his tongue over your agape lips, the contextual flavour of your alcohol choices mixing, as he provoked you to hum out in pleasure. “Come on baby, you can say it.”

“I’ll never cheat on you again.” There were a blur of tears in your eyes as you informed him of the thing that he wished to hear. Bucky removed his fingers, sucking them into his mouth as he moaned at the taste, having missed it for the long endurance that you had been apart. “I didn’t mean to- I hate myself for it. I’m sorry Bucky, I love you, I love you, and I’ll never dare to repeat my mistake.” The sound of his zipper tuned in your ears, as he adjusted his clothing so that he could pull his cock out, you leant your hand down and gave him a few tugs, directing the uncut head of his prick to your folds, running its leaky agenda down your slit, pressing it to your entrance as he pushed in, diving his body closer to yours, your hips engaging in an intimate clash.

“Still so tight after fucking so many guys.” James breathed, dragging the material of your dress that was upon your breasts down, baring your hard peaks to the open air, as he suckled down on the bud, nipping on it as he allowed you to adjust to his size. He gave an experimental thrust, half in heaven as he drooled upon your chest, grasping one hand against the wall as he began to remove his length in and out from you, the sound of your sopping folds echoing around the area. “You’re never gonna experience that again, I’m going to live in this wet hole, poise my dick in here, weigh down your pelvis as you get descended down by the fullness of my balls.”

“Baby.” Bucky hoisted your leg over his waist, as he pummelled deeper into you, the fact that you were fucking in an ally turning you on furthermore. “Please. Feel so fucking good honey, ‘s your cock hitting me so deep. Love it, an’ you.” His shoulders were scathed with a defying grip that blossomed from your knuckles, the sound of the party above radically making your head spin, as well as the high that you were deposited on. You still were not happy that Bucky had chosen to do cocaine, as hypocritical as it was, you hated seeing him hurt. And the fact that you had caused him such pain in the past made you hate yourself, resentful of every action that you had ever committed.

“Shit!” He groaned, hearing a clad of footsteps escort down the alleyway, and as he turned his head, he saw that they belonged to Eddie and a girl that was hitched on his arm. The sight of them only fuelled his inhibition to fuck you harder, you were unaware of the surrounding and surpassing guests as you were overlooking a great height of alluded integrity. “Yes. Say my name doll, fucking say it.” To prompt you into doing so, he ravished his cock further inside of you, making sounds of utmost pleasure course through your body, as you bellowed out his name, with your eyes sternly traipsed shut.

“Bucky. Bucky!” Your mouth asserted open, as your eyes were screwed close in a lost digress, as Bucky returned his finger to your clit, fondling with the orgasmic button, as you finished around him, making him swim in the abyss of your high. As Eddie passed, Bucky made direct eye contact with him, grunting loudly as he came inside of you, spilling his seed in the privilege of your walls, making you mewl out in rational endurance. The journalism major walked faster with surprised eyes as he hurried his planned hook up away, you oblivious to him and his scurry away as you fell down from your insane height. “Oh my god.” You breathed, pulling Bucky closer to you, entangling your lips in a mass mess.

“You could say that again.” His friends were going to be ravenously disappointed in him when they found out of his re-emerge in relation with you; it was clear that the pair of you had reaffirmed to be partners once more. He had done the cocaine, now it was his chore to keep you as far away from that shit as possible, but for now, he softened inside of you, allowing the mixture of your essences to dribble out from your stuffed folds, and onto the cement below, staining the ground, as you clenched around him, trying to keep his seed remained inside of you.

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