real people
chapter five
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you're popular among horror fans. he's well-respected among film critics. though you work in the same industry, you couldn't be more different - but your managers think a pr romance is just what your careers need.
warning: actor!bucky x actress!reader, mature themes, enemies to lovers, fake dating, implied child abuse, angst, and how do i put this lightly... smut. lots of smut.
Series Masterlist
10 YEARS AGO
The warm June evening, with its blistering sun and pink sky, beckoned you from your window, but there was nothing strong enough to steal your attention from the screen. School was finally out for summer, and while your classmates boasted about plans to travel to other continents with their families or working their first ever jobs, you knew you'd spend this summer just like you spent every summer: with your eyes glued to the tiny television on your desk.
Sunset Lake was on. There was a rumble in your empty stomach, but asking for food meant having to speak to your parents, so the half-empty packet of Skittles sprawled across the desk would have to do for now. You sat forward, eyes wide as you took in every single shot.
At first, you liked watching Sunset Lake because of how handsome the lead actor was. Bucky Barnes. The boy whose face adorned almost all of your walls and the entirety of your door. But as you grew more obsessed with him, you watched more of the behind-the-scenes clips and all of his interviews. The way he spoke about acting made you watch TV in a new light.
"I can't live without you, Tee," Nate declared. "I don't think I can even breathe without you."
It was mesmerizing, watching him act. By this point, you had seen so much footage of Bucky out of character that you couldn't help but separate him from Nate. While you would once be utterly immersed in the lives of the Sunset Lake characters, you now took a step back and were able to watch it in a different light. The way he spoke about acting being a way to transport to other worlds and to bring stories to life lit a fire in your belly.
You found yourself repeating the lines of his love interests and sometimes even thought yourself to be better than the actresses on the show. "You don't mean that, Nate," You said, holding your hand to your chest as you repeated the lines from the show, imagining what it would be like to act with Bucky. "If you did, you wouldn't have left me there alone."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps booming up the stairs rang out. Shit. You paused the TV and gripped the sides of your chairs, mentally preparing yourself for the impending doom. Your eyes squeezed shut. For a second, a brief, blissful second, you were there. Sunset Lake. Hands being held tightly by Nate rather than the hard plastic of your chair.
The door slammed open. You flinched.
The hotel room reminds you of Bucky's house: beige, tasteless, and bland. It's been set up to look like an authentic bedroom, but you see right through the mass-produced paintings and decorative pillows.
"Are you both ready to go?" Bucky's assistant Felicia asks you from where she stands behind your work phone which is set up on a tripod.
"Sure," You mumble, and Bucky gives a similar response.
"Alright. Let me know if you need anything," She says before taking a step back.
Suddenly, Emma, your PR assistant who Pepper hired specifically to guide you through this six-month contract, rushes over to you. She takes Bucky's right arm and places it behind your lower back, before standing back and smiling. "Perfect. Remember to look at each other a lot - and lots of smiles, yeah?" She orders before rushing back off-camera again.
Bucky lets out a gruff sigh as his hand rests on your hip. You take in a deep breath and reach forward to press the record button on your phone, instantly falling into your role as doting girlfriend.
"I've seen so many people use this filter, so of course, I had to make Bucky do it with me," You say with a smile as the filter on your head scrolls through questions. It lands on, 'Who's the most clingy?'
Almost defensively, you both point at each other. You share a look before laughing. Bucky feigns a look of defeat before signing and turning his finger to point at himself. "Alright, whatever," He says with a grumble, before wrapping his arm tighter around you and pulling you closer.
You drop your smile as you go to restart the filter, making a mental note to remind Emma to watch the video thoroughly while editing it. The filter scrolls again before landing on, 'Who's the better cook?'
Narrowing your eyes, you tilt your head. "You're pointing at yourself, aren't you?" You ask him with a soft laugh before looking over at him and gasping when you see he is indeed pointing at his own smug face. "That is not true! You may have a better private chef than me, but I made you the best steak you've ever had- in your words."
Bucky's doing his best to keep up the facade as he smiles down at you. "Alright, you got me there," He says with a chuckle while patting your hip.
The next question is, 'Who's funnier?'
"Remember when I made you laugh so hard you peed yourself?" Bucky asks you with a glint in his eye. "You were wearing a real nice dress, too."
Knowing you can't call him out for lying, you simply laugh and hit his chest. "You said that was gonna stay between us!" You exclaim, annoying yourself with your own voice.
He shrugs, keeping that mischievous look on his face. "That was before you tried to claim you're funnier than me, baby," He says with a grin.
You have to try hard to ignore the chill that runs down your spine at the pet name. Don't be so weak. You can't fall helplessly at his feet this soon. Or at all, for that matter.
"Whatever," You reply, gently nudging him as you reset the filter. The rest of the filming session turns into a competition on who can embarrass the other the most.
"No, you're definitely more emotional, Bucky - you cried at The Simpsons Movie."
"Clumsiest? Me? Says the girl who tripped over and almost destroyed a set."
"You'd definitely die first in a zombie apocalypse. You wouldn't last two days without a protein shake, Barnes."
"Oh, you're the most romantic, baby. Why don't you read out that poem you wrote me last week?"
"Alright, let's do one last one," You say, sick of this game. "Let's see what it is."
'Who fell in love first?'
You and Bucky couldn't have pointed at each other quicker if you tried. Immediately, you burst into argument.
"You said I love you first," You remind him with a pointed look.
"That's not the question," He points out flatly. "Read it again if you have to, honey."
"Alright, so when?" You challenge him. "If it was me first?"
"Before we ever even met," He says smugly. "Probably right before you put up the first poster of me in your bedroom."
Your mouth goes dry. How the fuck does he know about the posters of him in your teenage bedroom?
"I'm right, aren't I?" He asks you with a brilliant smile that you almost believe is real. And then, without warning, he leans down and gives your lips a soft, short kiss.
You look back at your phone and let out a laugh. "Alright, this game is over," You say before moving closer to the camera and smiling before ending the video. Bucky's already on his feet and leaving the room, Felicia rushing behind him.
"That was great!" Emma tells you cheerily. "Even I almost believed you."
"I have to admit; I thought you would've been actually dating by now," Pepper says while dusting her risotto with parmesan. "Or at least fucking."
You scoff as you sit back in your seat and sip on wine. "Please. Anyone else, maybe, but Bucky is a grade-A asshole. He thinks he's better than me - how could I ever be attracted to someone so condescending and up themselves?" You wonder.
"Well, you used to crush on him, no?" Pepper points out.
"Before I met him- thanks for telling Carol about that, by the way," You say sarcastically with an eye-roll. "Just 'cause he's pretty and I used to be a fan, doesn't mean I'll fall in love. His attitude stinks. It's put me off."
"Well, to be honest, it shows," Pepper says regretfully before taking a bite of her food. It was her idea to meet at her favorite restaurant, but now she's having to lower her voice to an almost whisper to make sure nobody overhears your conversation. "Your fans are eating it up and love the two of you together, but the rest of the world isn't so convinced. Someone leaked photos of you two mid-argument. That's not a good look."
"Real people argue," You say, grabbing a piece of bread from the basket between you and beginning to butter it. "It just makes us look authentic."
"It makes you look unstable," She returns sharply. "We want a nice, clean break in 4 months, remember? No blame, no reason for it ending. No bad guy. This is supposed to be a mutually beneficial agreement, so you can't allow the public to create negative narratives."
Bored of the topic, you munch on the bread and look around, watching the other customers eat and talk instead. When you agreed to this contract, you had no idea it would take up so much of your time and energy. You just saw it as a fun way to meet your celebrity crush, maybe even become friends with him. Maybe more. But the cold, bleak reality is that this is a clinical process. There's no real emotion in it, at least not for Bucky. It's just another role, but it's beginning to eat you alive.
"Carol and I had an idea," Pepper announces, pulling you from your thoughts.
"Oh, brother," You mutter. "Am I going to hate it?"
"It's okay if you're not comfortable with it," She prefaces, immediately gaining your attention. "Let me know if it's too far, but Carol and I thought it would be good to get your names trending. We're thinking of a leak of some kind. The sexy kind, to be exact."
You narrow your eyes at her. "I am not releasing a sex tape, Potts," You state firmly. "I want to salvage what's left of my reputation. That was the whole point of this!"
"Not a sex tape, I would never ask that of you," She assures you, leaning forward. "We just thought it would be fun to get you and Bucky caught getting a little frisky somewhere semi-public. Y'know, assure the media and your fans that there's a very strong flame there between you, and squash any rumors of your relationship being fake."
"So, like, making out in a bar, or something?" You ask her with a raised bar. There are definitely worse things you could be made to do.
"Or something," She says, her voice going up a couple of octaves.
"And Bucky is fine with this?" You push, finding it hard to believe that he'd be on board with the idea.
Pepper shrugs. "He does whatever Carol says," She informs you with a flat tone, before bitterly adding under her breath, "Would be nice if you were a little more like him."
The setting Pepper and Carol chose for you and Bucky to get caught getting handsy with each other is a VIP lounge of an exclusive nightclub in downtown LA. Someone's been hired to take photos of you with their phone so it looks like a club-goer happened to get a peek through the curtains while you and Bucky get hot and heavy.
Bucky is not happy about it. In fact, you're surprised he even showed up. You thought he'd try to get his stunt double to do the dirty work, but he's sitting next to you on the velvet bench while Emma reminds you both to be gentle with each other and to continuously ask for consent. Once you agree on a safeword with the makeshift intimacy coordinator, Emma leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone with the muted sound of heavy bass music.
You're in a black halter neck dress and he's in a dark green sweatshirt and jeans. He looks good. Great, even. It annoys you how easy it is for him to look so hot.
"So," You begin, looking over at him. "Ready to make out?"
Bucky rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his beer before resting it on his leg. "Just tell me if you wanna stop," He says bluntly, sitting slightly slumped.
You turn your body to him and pull your knees up onto the bench. "Same to you," You whisper, swallowing down your nerves. The thought of making out with Bucky has admittedly got you on edge. This is what you dreamed about as a teenager, and now it's happening, though not at all how you wanted it.
Timidly, you give him a peck at first, not wanting to go too heavy-handed right away. He already hates you, no need to make him scared of you, too.
He rolls his eyes at your soft, short kiss. "We've gotta make this believable, remember?" Bucky tells you, finally looking into your eyes. He puts down his beer and places his hand on hips before pulling you onto his lap with no warning. His hands slowly glide up your body, following the design of your top as they run over your chest and up to your neck, his eyes on yours the whole time. Your breath is stolen and you feel your nipples perk up.
Slowly, his fingers graze over your throat, thumbs stroking the sensitive areas and sending a shiver down your spine. Bucky continues looking up at you, still slumped with you on his lap, silently challenging you. He isn't going to lean up and kiss you - he's going to make you come and get it. Even when he's trying to be sexy, he's still an asshole.
But you refuse to give in. Instead, you run one of your hands through his hair, and tug on the ends. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly. Is he actually turned on, or is this just him making it look believable? You have no time to figure that out because his hands are wandering back down to your chest. He remembers the way your eyes flickered when his fingers rubbed over your boobs - he knows what to do to make you break.
"Bucky," You utter lowly, as if you're warning him.
"Want me to stop?" He asks you, brow raised as if daring you to lie to him.
"Just kiss me and get this done with," You order him, giving his hair another tug.
His thumbs rub over your nipples which are embarrassingly poking through your dress. You should've worn a thicker bra. Your thigh twitches as his action sends a pang of electricity through your body. Bastard.
"Another couple of minutes and this can be over," He mumbles, as if reminding himself. "All we need is a kiss to seal the deal."
You remain still, deciding to be difficult to piss him off. He grunts with frustration before placing a hand on the back of your head and forcing you down until you can feel his breath on your face. He doesn't give you a second to process before marrying his lips to yours in a heavy kiss. His tongue grazes yours almost immediately, and one of his hands moves down to your waist as he pulls your body flush into his. You grab fistfuls of his sweatshirt but he takes one of your hands and moves it back up to his hair as if begging you to pull on it again, and you comply. Usually, you'd be short-circuiting at the notion of Bucky taking pleasure from you, but you're too lost in the moment to think twice about it.
With his tongue down your throat, he grabs your waist and pushes you down onto the bench, straddling you. Your legs wrap around his waist. This is too much. Too far. Way more than you needed to do. But neither of you care.
A moan leaves your mouth and it seems to fuel him. One of his hands pulls at the top of your dress and he frees one of your tits, immediately rubbing your nipple between his thumb and index finger. Another moan. And another. You know you should pull yourself together and ask him what the fuck he thinks he's doing, but you can't stop him. You don't want to stop him.
"Don't stop," You whimper, simultaneously hating how weak you are and not caring because of how good it feels.
His first moan almost knocks you dizzy. You've heard him moan before, in love scenes on screen, but the sound he lets out into your mouth while he grinds his boner against your crotch is something otherworldly. He pulls away from the kiss. For a split second, you're terrified that he's done and is about to leave you high and dry, but then his mouth clamps onto your nipple and he's sucking and you're crying out and fuck, you're so goddamn weak.
Fingers. You reach for his hand. So needy. Desperate. Don't care. Hand. You find it and guide it down, wordlessly telling him what you want from him. Thankfully, he understands, slipping his fingers under your panties. When he finds your clit, your knee jerks up reflexively, slamming into his stomach. He doesn't feel it. Or, he doesn't care. He continues sucking your tit while rubbing gentle, quick circles onto your clit, heavy breaths and groans escaping his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," You utter. "Bucky."
With his fingers coated in your slick, he slowly pushes two inside you, making your back arch up against the bench. His teeth graze your nipple. You pull down the other side of your dress to release your other boob - show her some love, too. He does. And he does.
"Bucky, don't stop," You whimper, hands tangling in his soft hair. "Please, don't stop."
He lifts up his head to meet your eyes. His fingers still going in and out, in and out, in and out of you. "I won't stop," He tells you with a gravelly voice, curling his fingers inside of you, somehow lighting up the exact spots that make you moan the loudest.
Your eyes burn into one another. You can hear it, how wet you are. It's all you can hear, along with your own moans, and his. Fuck, he's moaning. He's getting off on fucking you with his fingers. Watching your face contort. Glancing down at your tits as they dance under him. They're not moving enough. He wants more. He wants to see them bounce while you scream for him. Wants you to lose your mind for him. For him. Come undone for him.
You were too gone to notice the sound or movement but suddenly his fingers are out and being replaced by his cock. His brows furrow together and his eyelids flutter. Inch by inch, he fills you up. Once he's in, with you stretched around him, the both of you let out a sigh. It's like music.
He fucks you. Hard.
"Bucky," You manage to get out while he slams in and out of you. You want him to talk to you. You need him to talk to you. But he just fucks you, using your body. Asshole. "Asshole."
A huff leaves his mouth. "Fuck you," He lets out. It lights you up. He sees it in your eyes. "You like that? Huh? Was this all I needed to do to train you to be a good girl?"
You cum.
He continues fucking you, not seeming to care that you're almost convulsing under him. His fingers rub quickly against your clit and your stomach flips.
"Too much," You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Oh, no, no giving up now," Bucky grunts. "Not after what you've put me through. You know how hard these past two months have been? How much patience I've had to exercise? To put up with you?"
Your eyes roll back. The only sounds you can let out are gurgles.
He holds your throat as he glares down at you. "You're an ungrateful little slut," He growls and fucks into you harder.
"Fuck you," You find the strength to squawk. "You're a washed up has-been."
His hand moves up to your face and he squeezes your cheeks, stopping you from being able to talk back. "Shut the fuck up," Bucky utters as his cock hits your g-spot repeatedly. "You should show me some respect. I'm saving your career." His thumb presses against your clit.
"Fuck y- oh, fuck me," You sing, unable to argue back and hating yourself for it. But it just feels so good.
"That's it, look at you. Fucking pathetic," He spits harshly. "You gonna cum for me again, huh? Gonna cum around my cock again like the slut you are? C'mon. Show me what you're worth. Show me you can be obedient, Y/N. Cum."
And just like that, he pulls your second orgasm from you, making your body shudder.
"That's it, good girl," He purrs, making you lose your mind as he flips from mean to nice. "Take my cock. That's right. I'll fucking train you, nice and good. Teach you some respect. That's all you need."
He pins your wrists down above your head and thrusts faster.
"You feel so good, wrapped around me," He whispers, forehead resting against yours. "Fuck. Where do you want my cum, baby?"
Everywhere.
"Buck," You cry weakly, your vision blurring. Do not cry.
"I know, baby," He coos, his thrusts slowing down. "Being so good for me. Taking it so well, aren't you?"
You nod, making him grin lazily.
"Yeah you are, gorgeous girl," He mumbles with a shudder. "Tell me. Tell me you're being good for me."
"I- I'm being good for you, Bucky," You reply slowly.
"James," He whispers. "Call me James."
If you weren't a fan of his, you'd be confused, but the fact that Bucky's first name is James is something you learned from a teen magazine years ago. And the fact he wants you to call him that makes your stomach flip.
"I'm your good girl, James," You say.
He's thrusting even slower. You can hear your wetness as his cock slides in and out of you. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown. Slowly, he releases your wrists and instead holds your hands, fingers tangling together.
"Cum inside me," You beg him softly.
His jaw clenches. He speeds up his thrusts again. You watch his face. You're fully spent, unable to give him any more, but you still take pleasure from his pleasure. He moans, and it makes your head spin.
"Take it, take my cum," He grunts, hands tightening around your wrists again. He lets go of one and instead palms at your tit. He wants to feel every bit of you as he spills himself into you. Gruff groans leave his mouth as he fucks you hard, cumming deep inside you. Your name leaves his mouth as he falls limp, head resting in your neck while he breathes heavily.
The two of you lie there catching your breaths for a couple of minutes. Slowly, your mind regains sanity as you realize what just happened. Oh, shit.
Bucky carefully pulls out of you, making you inwardly wince, before he slowly gets off of you and sits up. You sit up, too, and quickly wipe away a few stray tears.
He's the first to speak, though it isn't a full sentence. "That was..." He trails off with a whisper.
You're waiting for it. Amazing? Incredible? The best he's ever had?
"We went way too far," Is what he settles on, and it is entirely disappointing to hear.
Oh.
Embarrassed and ashamed as flashbacks of the last twenty minutes hit you, you move back, trying to create as much physical distance between you as possible. You hate that there's regret on his face. It makes you feel sick. "We had a few drinks and we had to be all over each other for the shot," You begin, trying to justify it in an attempt to rid him of any regret. "It's only natural. It's sex; it's not a big deal. We can pretend like it never happened."
Finally, he looks at you. "Yeah," Bucky mumbles. "Let's do that."
It hurts, but you swallow down the pain. This is what you do. This is how sex is for you and it's how you like it. No strings attached. Just some fun that got a little out of control.
So why do you feel like someone's twisting your guts?
"Do you want me to... grab Emma?" He asks you, looking away from you again.
Is this how Thor felt when you rejected him?
"Uh, no, I'll just go to the bathroom," You say as casually as you can possibly bring yourself to while slowly standing up. Your legs ache, but you'd rather die than ask him for help right now. If you walk, you'll limp, so you remain stood, acting like everything's fine. "See you around, Barnes."
It's painful to pretend you can walk straight, but you'd rather die than admit that what happened had any lasting effect on you, physical or otherwise. You leave the room while Bucky utters back an equally soulless goodbye.
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