Bucky Barnes, I hate you | Enemies to lovers

Chapter 15

A/N

Guys I need to know something. Do you want me to put a tw before each chapter with smut? Because some people do and some don't. I'll do it until people tell me not to. :)

TW: sexual activity

Ellie's POV

When the boys got back, I could see Bucky had told Steve. I don't know what he had told him but he told him something. The way he was always looking between Bucky and me gave it away.

We all spent the rest of the day chilling around, watching some movies and playing some board games. Bucky and I were eyeing each other every two seconds. The tension was unbearable.

We all ate dinner together. When the dishes were done, Nat and Steve left. They said they were going to bed, but we all knew that wasn't the case. It was only 9:30 pm. Bucky and I were left alone

We sat on the couch together. I put my legs over his lap and he placed his metal hand on my thighs. I gasped at the cold metal and he immediately took his hand off me.

"Sorry," he apologized for nothing.

"It's nothing Bucky, you can put it back. I just wasn't expecting it to be cold like that," I said back.

"I really hate it you know, my arm. It's probably the thing I hate the most about myself, after my past with HYDRA," he confessed.

"Well you know, I don't judge people for their worst mistakes," I said with a smile.

"Maybe you should," he argued.

"Bucky stop. You didn't choose your past. Nothing of it was your fault. Stop feeling guilty for it, please," he smiled shyly at what I said. Bucky didn't smile much or show his emotions a lot, but I felt that he was able to open up with me.

"And I like your metal arm. It's part of you now," I added. He chuckled a bit.

"I just feel like it's holding all the wrong things I did back when..."

"I know Bucky, but again, that wasn't you. Your past doesn't define you."

"Right, but it just reminds me of the things they made me do," he said.

"We'll maybe, you could use it to do good stuff and you'd come to terms that your metal arm is nice, I don't know," I suggested. He thought for a second, then a smirk fell on his lips. He turned his head to face me.

"What good things could I do?" He said in a flirty way.

"Well I don't know, do you have ideas?" I acted clueless although a bunch of images were forming in my mind.

"Oh, I have plenty of ideas, darling." His metal hand travelled up my thighs.

"Oh yeah?" I teased. He nodded, a small 'mhm' leaving his mouth.

I leaned in a locked my lips on his. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth, moving around and exploring every little corner. His metal hand reached the waistband of my sweatpants. He pulled away from the kiss.

"Can I?" He said. I wondered for a second. We were still on the couch and Nat or Steve could have walked out at any time. But I really didn't care, I wanted this. And I'm pretty sure he wanted this too. I smiled and nodded as he hooked his fingers to my waistband and pulled down my pants.

He got them off and threw them on the floor, leaving me in my panties. He took my legs off his lap and put his lips back on mine. The kiss was hot and long, our tongues down each other's throats. His metal hand made its way to my inner things. He massaged the skin close to my pussy, making me ache for his touch.