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And he hated you just as much right back.

You weren’t sure where the hatred between the two of you came from, hell. You weren’t even able to remember when it started.

You weren’t sure where the hatred between the two of you came from, hell. You weren’t even able to remember when it started.

All you knew was that when his smug little face turned towards you when you were told you had to go on a mission with him as an undercover couple, you seethed.

“Steve, please let me switch with someone else.” You pleaded, refusing to look over at bucky who was sitting across from you at the table. You didn’t want to see the smirk on his stupid dumb face.

“Sorry, y/n. We don’t have anyone else to do this. Nat is out on another mission and we can’t postpone this one anymore. You two are just going to have to put the hatred aside.” You sighed, crossing your arms and letting out a huff through your nostrils. You looked over at Bucky who was sitting back in his chair, arms resting on the armrests and a smirk on his lips.

“C’mon, doll. You know you wanna spend time with me.” You flipped him off as you stood up, grabbing the briefing papers before storming out of the room.

You would rather eat a bowl of nails for breakfast than to be on an undercover mission with him. Let alone be married to him.

“Try and go easy on her, yeah Buck? Maybe actually confess to her this time?” Bucky stood up a few minutes after you walked out, bringing his papers under his arm with a shrug. He couldn’t promise something he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep.

—

It had been a few weeks of the undercover mission, not getting a step closer to cracking down the men everyone was after. Steve couldn’t promise how long it would take, he knew that they were set up in the house right across from Bucky and you. You were both able to have a full view of “customers” they brought in, how long they were there, and any suspicious vehicles that were brought around.

Aside from the mission, you did your absolute best to not be domestic with Bucky inside the house when you could. You slept in the guest bedroom, kept your schedules with him different so you wouldn’t run into him on the way to the bathroom, even so much as to go to buy your own groceries. It was tiring, but as long as you didn’t have to keep the act up longer than you needed to, it was fine.

Bucky, however hated it. He missed seeing your face as much as he hated to admit it. He loved watching you smile and cling onto his arm when in front of the men the team had been watching, doing your fake wifely duties around the front yard and garage, giving him kisses on the cheek when you would come out to him for lunch and to tell him to take a break from fiddling with the motorcycle.

He found you extremely attractive being domestic with you. He wanted that outside of the mission, but he knew you hated his guts too much for that and that’s when he furrowed his brow.

He didn’t know why you hated him so much, and as much as he’d like to sit down with you and figure it out, he would much rather fuck the attitude out of you.

It would be a lie if he said he hadn’t thought about leaning you over the kitchen island and fucking you from behind, up against the sliding glass door that overlooked the backyard. “Accidentally” walking in on you in the shower and pushing you up against the tile wall and slipping so easily inside of you.

He felt himself harden just at the thought of it while he sat at the dining room table filling out a day's brief for the team. He couldn’t concentrate.

He heard you walking in the front door with groceries, a scowl over your face as you walked into the kitchen. You were hoping you wouldn’t have to run into him, but of course the lucky stars weren’t helping you out today.

“Why the long face, doll?” There was silence after he spoke, he knew you wouldn’t answer him with just a soft expression. He got up from the table and joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the island counter and watched as you filled the fridge with fruits.

“What do you want, Barnes?” Your voice was bitter, it stung Bucky’s heart just a little bit as you didn’t look his way.

“I wanna know why you have such a fucking attitude, princess.” His voice was low, startling you a little bit. You slowed your movement as you pushed the bin of strawberries on the shelf in the fridge, going to hold the handle of the fridge to close, your grip tightening.

“Don’t talk to me like that. We are just trying to get through this mission, not have a therapy session.” Your knuckles had started to turn white before you let out a breath, letting go and turning towards the island, watching as he watched you from across the counter. Your palms pressed against the cooling marble as he shook his head.

“I want to know why you hate me so much, doll. You make it so unpleasant to be around you.”

“That’s so you aren’t around me!” You shouted, glaring him down as he stood from the stool. He rounded the counter and your palms let off the marble, walking back towards the fridge as your back pressed against it, Bucky’s boots toe to toe with you.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that? Has it ever crossed your mind that I like you? I want to fix things with you? But you make it so goddamn hard.” you watched his gaze flick between your eyes and down to your lips, back up to your eyes. You didn’t have anything to say, you were speechless and you felt your heart pound in your chest with how close he was to your face.

“Got nothing to say now, huh? Figures.”

“You’re so fucking annoying, Barnes.” You felt his flesh hand wrap around your throat, pressing the sides of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours, your hands reaching for the sides of his face.

The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing together, tongues dancing around each other. Hot breath against each other’s lips as you pulled for air, his other hand on your hip as he turned you around and pressed you up against the counter top, hand still on your throat.

He rolled his hips against yours as he kissed you again, making you gasp against his lips when you felt how hard he was against your hipbone. You felt your panties growing wet at the thought of how much this was turning him on, turning you on.

“Gonna fuck you over this countertop, you hear? Then we are gonna figure out how to make the rest of this mission pleasurable.” You could only nod your head as he torn your blouse off, the buttons popping in different directions onto the floor. Your exposed chest was under his gaze, the black lace bra you had put on that morning was ripped in the middle and tossed to the side with the blouse. His hand grasped your breast, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers tweaked your nipple.

“You like that, doll?” You nodded, whining as he dipped his head, mouth attaching to the other nipple. He massaged your left breast and played with the nipple while his tongue and hot mouth sucked the other one. Your hands ran through his hair and gripped the locks softly. You hated how much you liked this, how fucking good his tongue was on your breast.

He took his mouth off, a whine escaping your lips as he chuckled, turning you around and bending you over the counter top you gasped as the cold counter underneath your breasts, and you felt him tug your skirt and panties down your legs with his fingers ghosting over your wet entrance. You heard him curse under his breath as he played with your folds, watching the slick run down your thighs and make his fingers glisten.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Look at that pretty pussy clenching for something. Dirty little whore.” You moaned as he pushed his fingers in, curling inside of you. You clenched around his fingers and bit back a moan as he thrusted them gently inside of you.

“So fucking wet, this all for me?” You could only nod as you watched him behind you, twist his wrist as he curled his finger. He pulled them out, placing them on his tongue and sucking them clean, moaning as the taste of you exploded on his tongue.

“So fucking sweet,” he stood up and unzipped his slacks, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles freeing his cock. It was dripping at the tip, a prominent vein under his shaft. You licked your lips at the sight of him, the thickness his cock held made you hungry.

“Please Bucky.. please just fuck me..” he stroked his cock as he moved towards you, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance and moaning as your slick mixed with his pre-cum.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he sheathed inside of you, both of you moaning together as you felt each other. He stretched you out so good, the pain soon mixing into pleasure as your walls fluttered around him and adjusted to his girth.

“Fuck baby, feel so fucking tight. Gonna ruin this pussy so she knows exactly who she belongs to. Fuck the attitude out of you, dove.” He thrusted out of you, then right back into you making your hips bounce softly against the edge of the counter. His hands gripped into your hips, making sure to leave small bruises in the shape of fingertips.

He pounded into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he went, moaning obscenity’s at how wet and warm your pussy was around his cock. He felt like he was in heaven, all this expectations of how good you would feel around him was blown out of the water. His metal hand gripped your hair and tugged on it, making you moan out.

“God, who knew how fucking filthy you are. Look so pretty as your pretty pussy takes my cock.” He watched as his cock disappeared into your tight pussy, moaning as he heard the wet sounds from your slick.

You felt the tight knot in the bottom of your stomach forming, gripping what you could on the counter as you clenched his cock.

“M-m close Buck.. oh fuck yes.. please..” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but the harsh tug on your hair by his metal arm indicated he knew exactly what you wanted. His flesh hand reached around and played with your clit, rubbing in tight fast circles.

“Cum for me, baby. Cream all over my cock, you filthy whore. Wanna hear you scream my name.” You moaned at the words, clenching around him as your toes curled and you felt your orgasm wash over You came quickly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass were as loud as your moans for him. You chanted his name as you rode out your high, listening to him groan above you.

“So fucking wet, holy shit. Gonna fill this pussy up so fucking good. Make sure you remember who fucked you this good.” You bit your lip as you squeezed his cock, his flesh hand coming around the massage your ass and landing a smack on your cheek, gripping the flesh again.

His thrusts faltered, got sloppier with each movement and you could feel him throb inside you, your walls fluttering around him with each thrust.

“Fuck.. i’m coming baby.. fuck..” He groaned as he tilted his head back and shot white thick ropes of cum deep inside you. He kept fucking you just to make sure it would stay inside your pussy.

“Oh fuck Bucky..” you moaned out, feeling the cum run down your thighs as he pulled out.

“Looks so fucking pretty.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your ass cheek before grabbing a damp paper towel and cleaning you up, pulling your panties and skirt back up to your hips. He pulled up his own boxers and pants.

He helped you stand up, your hands going to cover your breasts.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” He took his shirt off his back and tossed it over you, as you were now practically swimming in his black t-shirt. The smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses as you looked up at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, your hands over his chest as he gripped your hips and pulled you close.

“Still hate me?” You grinned against his lips and shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t hate him as much, in fact it gave you a little bit of clarity as you pulled away, looking over his face and really coming to terms that you thought he was handsome as fuck. You decided to humor him, though.

The only downside of your day was that your planning period was towards the end, sixth period out of seven. You’d prefer it first thing in the morning, or as your very last period, but it is what it is.

Heading to the mailroom during this time on a Friday, you caught sight of two of your students, John and Peter, and the school’s new PE Coach, Bucky Barnes, outside of the gym. Your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see what was going on. John was a tall, blonde athletic kid. He was a little arrogant, but his writing took you by surprise when he turned it in. Peter on the other hand, was much smaller in statue, but was also one of the smartest and most kind students in your class. He was so sweet; he would never hurt a spider.

“Now explain to me, why did you trip Walker?” Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as his eyes bounced between the two troublemakers.

“What’s going on here? You tripped John?” your head snapped to Peter, but his eyes were glued to his shoes.

“Afternoon, ma’am. Just trying to figure that out is all,” Bucky’s voice called your attention to him, and you saw the slight smile on his face before it disappeared once more. He eyed the boys and asked Peter to continue with his side of the story.

“Walker was picking on MJ and wouldn’t leave her alone, basically teasing her. So, I may or may not have tripped him, and then he ran me down and started hitting me. I tried to block a few punches, but that’s when Coach Barnes saw us and pulled us apart. Walker told him that I started it,” finally looking up, and meeting your gaze, you catch sight of the nasty bruise that was forming on Peter’s cheek.

“You let this happen?” you glanced at Bucky, furious that he hadn’t done anything about it.

“Well, when you’re in the middle of making sure eighty other children aren’t throwing dodgeballs at heads or below the belt, it takes a minute before we can get to the bottom of a situation.”

“I am very disappointed in you both,” you glared at the teenagers. This time, they’re both looking at the ground. That was the last way they wanted you to feel about them. “John, you will take Peter to the nurse and tell her exactly what happened. On Monday, you both will be serving detention before and after school and will receive an extra writing assignment for homework. You are seniors for god’s sake, almost adults. You better start acting like one. Do you understand me?”

The boys mumbled a yes ma’am and started walking. You heard some soft chatter about what sounded like the new episode of Squid Games, so you turned your body back towards the other adult in the conversation. He was looking at you with what might have been concern, not for you, but the two boys you just sent off.

“Why don’t you come into my office for a minute? Coach Wilson can handle the class for a couple of minutes without me.”

You followed him into his office and sunk into the chair across from his desk. You heard the door lock behind you, and the shutter of the blinds to close. Footsteps were made to the mini fridge behind his desk, and you eye the bottles of water.

“Would you like one, doll?” he pulled two out and started to hand one off to you. You accept the offer and take a couple of sips, enough to cool down a bit. He stood in front of you, sitting against his desk, looking over you. “I think you might have gone overboard with the punishment.”

“I did not go overboard! You should have yelled at them! You need to document it!”

Bucky stuck his hands out towards you, beckoning for you to come to him. You placed the bottle on the floor and stood up, placing your hands in his. He pulled you into a warm embrace as you laced your fingers behind his back. Your head laid on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

“Mrs. B. Did you forget to grab your lunch again? Or was last night’s rendezvous too much and you just didn’t get enough sleep?” Bucky questioned softly, running his hands through your hair.

“I may or may not have forgotten my lunch again, Mr. B...” you mumbled into his chest, this time averting your gaze from his.

“Baby. Why didn’t you come get something from my office? You know I have snacks laying around. I don’t care if you come in while I’m out on the court with the kids.”

“I lost track of time, putting in grades so I wouldn’t have to this weekend, and then there were the emails about the upcoming festival and after school activities they needed volunteers for and-”

Cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours, you felt your eyes close and just enjoy the moment. The way Bucky’s hands had found their way to cup your cheeks, and yet pull your body further into his, made a lot of the frustrations you didn’t know you had, melt away.

“Man. Who knew that working with your husband had its perks,” you giggled, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes. Your hands slipped up into his sweatshirt, feeling every dip and ridge of his abdomen.

“You’re playing a dangerous game there, Mrs. B. I don’t want to have to contact HR for this behavior,” he chuckled, running his hands down your sides and back up to the buttons on your blouse.

“My behavior? I don’t know what behavior you could be talking about, Mr. B. I’ve been a good girl today,” your fingers feather down to the front of his sweatpants, where you notice the bulge beginning to grow. You soon found yourself palming him, eliciting low moans and groans from his lips into the small office. “In fact, I think I deserve my own reward for being so good this week. Got anything in the treasure box I might enjoy?” Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, fingers grabbing the other side of his briefs and brushing against the upper part of his cock.

You felt him twitch beneath your fingers as you began to pull down his bottoms. Unfortunately for him, the bell had rung. A few of his usual curse words fell from his lips before you tugged him closer for one last kiss.

“I guess those dodgeballs on the court aren’t the only blue ones around here now. I’ll see you when you get home, Mr. B,” you slipped from his grasp and smoothed the front of your blouse down. You grabbed your water bottle, a bag of chips from his stash, and made your way out the door.