CHAPTER ??? , A LITTLE HATE SEX NEVER KILLED ANYONE

a/n : I have major writer's block with the next chapter, so here's a quick chapter of EmiBuck in their enemies to lovers era

smut warning!🍒

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Buck couldn't believe it.

How dare she. How fucking dare she?

The entire team had decided to go out for drinks after their shift. They hadn't done it in awhile and they all needed time to just sit back and relax.

Of course, since they were all on the same team that meant Emery was going to be there. And there she was. Light red dress was simple but still tight enough to make sure everyone couldn't look away from her and silver pumps (as if she wasn't tall enough). Her tight curly hair was laying down past her shoulders.

And Buck couldn't pull his eyes away from her.

He suspected that was her plan anyway. Make him yearn for her. But he wasn't buying it. That pissed Emery off, so if she was going to be upset--might as well make Buck upset too.

So, Emery set her eyes on one man in the bar to talk to, and she knew Buck was watching the entire time. The way she softly grazes her nails against his bicep, her tilting her head back with the softest and fakest laugh she could muster. She could feel Buck's wave of jealousy all the way from where she was sitting. Emery knew she was going to sleep well tonight.

"I didn't know Em had it in her."

Buck softly grumbles with his eyes still on the girl. "What's that?"

"Finding a one night stand."

Buck snaps his eyes over to Eddie. "What?"

Eddie blinks, "Well, I assume she's still doing that hot girl summer thing, so--"

"It's almost fall."

Eddie nods his head, "Yes, but it's still summer." he looks back at Emery then Buck. "You okay, man?"

The blonde's face blooms with a heat of anger. He didn't know if it was aimed at the guy who had his hand cradling Emery's bare thigh or if it was for the girl who knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

"Are you on the lookout for tonight too? I know how competitive the two of you get." Eddie states.

Buck keeps his eyes on Emery's thigh and his stomach clenches with a ferocious feeling that needed to be released soon and there was only one girl who could help.

"Yeah." Buck mindlessly speaks. "I already found her."

Eddie frowns, "Oh, well, have--"

Buck walks away from Eddie and he chuckles, "--fun..."

Emery stands up from her barstool and lightly squeezes the man's arm. "I'll be right back." she gives him a soft and flirtatious smile. "I'm going to get some air really fast."

"Come back soon."

Emery walks away from the man and she lets out a soft breath she had been holding basically the whole night. Pretending to be attracted to someone was difficult. Emery would never normally do this, but Buck. He made her do things she would never do. Guilt settles in her chest and she lets out a breath when the front door comes into her line of sight. Before she could even push the door open, someone grasps her elbow roughly and tugs her out of the bar. Her skin jumps and her mind comes alert.

"What the f-fuck?!"

Emery's entire body tenses and she braces herself, ready to fight whoever—

Emery's brows pull together when she looks at the blonde. "Buck?!" Her anger flares. "You're such a fucking psycho—"

"Oh, I am?"

"Yes!"

Buck continues to pull her towards the parking lot and she tries to pull her hand from his grip, but he had an iron grip on her that Emery recognized so very well. It's the same bruising grip he would have on her hips when she would ride him to climax.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

"What"

Emery scoffs and grabs his hand, "You're not going to ignore me the whole night and then get turned on when you see me flirting—"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Buck didn't even bother looking at her this entire time. They finally got to his jeep and Emery's stomach flutters.

"N-No."

"Nobody likes a liar, princess." Buck clicks his tongue.

Emery's face grows hot out of humiliation. "You're an idiot." She twists her wrist, finally free from his grasp. "And it's really pathetic how you..."

Buck finally looks at her and her body freezes. There was a hot yearning across his face that made Emery want to fall to her knees and pull him from his pants. From her silence, Buck knew her anger was simmering down.

"This dress..." Buck lightly touches the thin straps on her shoulders. Emery shivers from the feather light touch he swipes her skin with. "...your body. The way that guy was just...touching you like you were his."

Emery then pulls her brows together, understanding what Buck was getting at. "Well, I sure as hell am not yours."

Buck doesn't reply he just stares at her. From the orange street light shining over them, Emery could see clear as day that Buck was slightly taken aback by her statement. She didn't care. She wasn't Buck's. She would never admit that.

"Get in the car and I can show you that you're not just mine but I'm also yours." Buck's voice was low but there was a slight begging to it that made Emery's knees weak. He cups her neck and swipes his thumb across her lower lip. "Let me show you."

Emery's breathing heavies and she shifts her eyes back and forth from his. Buck could see her on the edge of saying "yes". She wanted this as much as he did and he could tell just from the way her thighs pressed together.

"Tell me you don't want it." Buck's voice was low. "Tell me you don't want me to fuck you and I'll go back inside." His lips brush against hers. Emery's eyes flutter but she tries her best to keep them on him. "Emi..." his hand slides under her dress. "When I saw him touching you..." he trails off. Emery's eyes light up with interest. "What?" Her voice was barely heard from how much it was trembling with arousal.

Buck's fingers brush against her damp panties and he groans. Emery softly moans and she tilts her head back. "Tell me how it made you feel." She grips his wrist, keeping it under her dress.

Buck's hot breath fans her face and his eyes shift to her dark red lips. He wanted to ruin it so bad. She looked beautiful and Buck wanted to ruin that. "I knew it should've been me. You wanted it to be me, right?"

Emery softly gasps as he presses his fingers more against her clothed clit. "N-No." Her hand tightens around his wrist. "I knew you didn't want to touch me like that." She whispers. "I wanted you but not like that."

Buck groans through his teeth, his heartbeat accelerating. His jeans tighten with every gasp of breath Emery let out. Emery begins to roll her hips against his fingers but Buck presses her hips against the car, keeping her still. "You knew I would fuck you good, huh?"

Their lips haven't connected yet, but they were both aching for it. His fingers push her underwear to the side and he plunges two fingers into her hot wet cunt. Emery's moan becomes louder but she sucks in a quick breath, silencing herself. She digs her nails into his arm and her eyes squeeze shut.

Emery's heart begins to pound against her ribcage, her breaths becoming short. It happened so fast, but her head felt dizzy with arousal and she wanted him. She knew how tonight was going to end and yet she still tried to fight it. "I don't like you." Emery whimpers. "If anything, I despise you."

Buck leans forward, his teeth grazing her ear. "But..." he trails off his words, waiting for her to finish. He pulls his face back, allowing his lips to brush hers again.

"But I still want you to fuck me." Emery moans into his mouth. "Fuck me like I'm yours."

Buck groans from the blood rushing to his dick. He couldn't control himself any longer. Buck finally crashes his lips against Emery's and an audible moan comes from her mouth. The kiss is immediately teeth, tongue, and envy all rolled into one. His fingers curl inside of Emery, yearning for more noises from her.

"F-Fuck..." her knees begin to shake. "I can't..." she tries to keep herself from falling. Buck hooks his arm around her back, keeping her upright. With his tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, Buck thrusts his fingers in and out of her cunt—craving her climax. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her cunt caused his erection to press more against her thigh.

"God, Emi." Buck softly groans into her ear. "Were you this wet when you were talking to him?"

When Emery first came outside there was a chill lingering across her skin from the soft breeze. But now her skin was on fire and she could hardly see straight. "Yes." Emery lets out.

"Because of me? You knew I was watching?"

Emery moans and aimlessly nods her head. "I only did it for you." She admits. "Because..."

"Say it." Buck's fingers curl inside of her, brushing her walls. Emery's heart begins to beat into her throat. It was mixed from arousal and nerves. Emery still had enough of her senses to realize how humiliated she was begging Buck to fuck her in his car.

"I hated that you weren't paying attention to me." Emery screws her eyes shut again as her breaths become heavier. Buck keeps his eyes on her face, his face dropping with shock. He presses his thumb against her clit. "I'm paying attention now."

Emery's eyes open, meeting Buck's blue eyes that were bleeding into a soft orange hue from the street light. Emery's eyes flick to his lips and she pulls him into a desperate kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth. "I need you..." a heat of arousal begins to bloom from her chest and down to her stomach—becoming tight.

With his hands shaking from pent up arousal—Buck pulls his keys from his pockets and clicks the car unlocked. "Get in."

Emery doesn't waste another second. She pulls open the car door and stumbles in with Buck's hands on her. Emery sits in the seat and Buck hovers over her. "Fuck, just look at you." His voice is low and softly trembling. Buck grips the lever on the side of the seat and pulls it, allowing the seat to fall back.

The car only had the luminous orange street light bleeding in from the windows, so Emery could just see the silhouette of Buck's body hovering over hers. But she knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of her. Emery could hear the clink of Buck's belt and she drags her teeth across her bottom lip.

"God, that fucking guy was expecting you to go back in there with him, huh?" Buck's voice was a low growl and the jealousy embedded in his voice shakes Emery's core. "Do you even remember his name?"

Emery's breathing heavies, "Why do you care?"

Buck's thumb swipes her lower lip but it lingers. Even though Emery couldn't see his eyes she could feel them on her. It caused her body to melt into the seat below her. "You know why." His thumb slides into her mouth and Emery moans. He hooks his thumb behind her lower teeth and pulls her into a rough kiss. Emery breathes against his lips, immediately kissing him back.

"Give it to me." Emery moans loudly. "Please."

Buck lowers his pants, "Want me to give it to you?" A cocky smile forms across his lips. "You're that fucking needy?"

"And you're not?" Emery retorts, breathless. Buck laughs against her lips and lifts her dress up. He hooks his fingers around the straps of her lace panties and pulls them down. "Always with the lace..."

Emery inhales, "You hate it?" For some reason, her face drops and a sense of worry fills her.

Buck fists his cock, "Oh, please. I fucking love them." He then looks back at her. "You were planning on me fucking you tonight, weren't you?"

Emery silently cheers when Buck doesn't wait for her to respond. Buck slides into her warm cunt with a moan in her mouth. She digs her nails into his biceps as Buck begins to push his entire length into her.

"M-More." Emery begs.

Buck groans and kisses her again. "God, you are so..." he sucks in a breath and a hard chuckle comes his lips. Emery locks her ankles around his waist, wanting everything he could offer. Buck's hand flies to her throat, feeling her erratic pulse against his palm. "I've barely given it to you and you're already begging."

Emery could hardly speak as Buck bottoms out in her. A strained moan escapes her lips and Buck lets out a pompous laugh. "Is this what you want?"

Buck's name came out of her mouth as a choked moan. As soon as Buck began to pound into her—Emery claws at his clothed shoulders needing him closer. If that were even possible. His hips slap against hers and the car begins to rock with each harsh motion of Buck's thrusts. Buck's hand slowly tightens around her throat. Despite it being dark, Emery didn't close her eyes. Buck saw the look of awe and wanton she had occupying her face as he fucked into her wet cunt.

"You can be louder can't you?" Buck groans with each sharp thrust. "I want them to know what I'm doing to you." Buck leans down and speaks against her lips. Emery continues to moan exhaustedly and her eyes stay on Buck's. Normally, Emery would be a lot more rational and tell Buck to "fuck off". I mean, making that much noise in public where her coworkers could come out side looking for them any second. Emery would never.

But then again...

Emery always told herself she would never fuck Buck in a car. And here she was. Her brain was scrambled and she can't deny that she wanted to give Buck what he wanted. If it meant this could last a little while longer, she would give him anything.

Emery throws her head back against the seat and lets out a guttural moan from her chest that anyone would've been able to hear if they were standing in the parking lot. Buck's stomach clenches from the sounds of bliss coming from Emery. He then thinks back to the words she spoke before they got into the car. "You despise me?" He heavily breathes out. "Say it."

Still in her world of bliss, Emery managed to stare at Buck with a confused expression. With how much pleasure was coursing through her right now, Emery needed the simplest of things explained to her. Buck didn't mind though.

His free hand grips her waist, bruising it. "Say you hate me, Emi..."

Buck's cock brushes against that pleasure Emery thought would never be able to be reached and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She arches her back and the words slip from her lips so fast. "I hate you." Her nails dig into his shoulders. "God, I hate you so fucking much."

"Fuck..." Buck leans down and yanks the strap of her dress down along with her bra off her shoulder, revealing her hard nipple. He leans down and wraps his lips around the bud and a shaky gasp comes from her mouth. Emery raises a hand and presses it against the window next to her head. Her walls begin to tighten around Buck, causing him to groan.

It was hard for her to breathe. With every thrust he sends into her, more of the air from her lungs escapes. But that still wasn't enough. If anything, she wanted to start seeing stars. She meets every thrust with a roll of her hips, Buck hitting inside her deeper than before.

"Oh, fuck!" Emery squeezes her eyes shut, her cries echoing out of the car. Buck keeps his eyes on Emery, watching her drown in the pleasure he was giving to her. "Come on, Emi." His thrusts begin to lose rhythm and they become more erratic. His eyes look across her body that was glistening with sweat, her swollen lips were parted, and her lipstick was smudged across her face. Buck couldn't keep his eyes off her. It confused him being this obsessed with a girl that annoyed the hell out of him.

"Shit, you make me feel like I'm losing my mind." Buck groans through his teeth. "You dress like this, talk to that guy, pretend you don't want me—and now look at you."

Emery forces her eyes open and sees smug written all across Buck's face. He reaches his hand between their bodies and rubs her clit. "You're mine, aren't you?"

Emery's body begins to shudder from the pressure on her clit and the continuous sharp thrusts sent into her cunt. Despite that, there was no way she was going to admit that she was Buck's. No matter how much it made her body hot. "F-Fuck you." She forces out. "God, fuck you."

"So, I'm wrong?"

"Yes!" Emery cries out, her body begins to grow hotter than before. Buck leans down—pressing his chest against hers. "Then I'm yours."

Emery pulls her brows together and flits her eyes to his lips. Buck doesn't know what came over him, but he wanted Emery to know that he was serious about what he was saying. He presses his forehead against hers and Emery's spine straightens. Having such a soft sentiment during this hot and rough moment was weird. It made Emery lessen the way she had been digging her nails into Buck's shirt.

"I'm yours." Buck moans. "Please say it."

Emery's eyes begin to flutter from her quickly approaching orgasm. "Y-You're mine." She moans. She raises a hand and tangles it into his hair. "Mine."

Buck's dick twitches in her cunt and his legs begin to tighten. "Yours." He lessens the pressure around her throat. He connects their lips and Emery moans. Buck quickly circles her clit, causing her breathing to quicken once again. Emery lets out a cry into Buck's mouth. He kisses her jawline and bites her neck.

"You're so fucking close—c'mon." Buck breathes against her neck. "Let go, Emi."

Emery closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Buck pinches her clit and Emery's spine goes rigid, an electric shock runs through her body and a white sheet of light crosses her vision—her orgasm hitting her like a truck. Emery forcefully yanks at Buck's hair, tilting his head up. Buck moans and released deep into her cunt. "F-Fuck..." he gasps out, his hand tightening against her waist.

Buck bites her shoulder as he rides his high, his breathing was ragged and his chest heaved—reeling from his pleasure. He then collapses on top of the woman below him, his breaths against her skin sent chills down her spine. Emery absentmindedly begins to twirl Buck's hair around her fingers, her eyes on the streetlight outside.

Buck's breathing was still ragged when he lifts himself up and stares down at the girl. Emery looks across Buck's face, his face meeting the light. There was a softness on his face that caused her heart rate to quicken.

Buck lifts a hand and wipes the corner of her lips, fixing her lipstick. "You going back inside?"

Emery softly snorts, "You mean to talk to that guy?" She bites her lower lip and smiles. "That's what you call him right? That guy."

Buck rolls his eyes, "I don't need to know him any other way." He sits back in his seat and pulls his boxers and pants up. Emery pops open his glove compartment and grabs some napkins. As the two clean themselves up in silence, Buck begins to get in his own head. It made his stomach turn.

"So..."

Still cleaning herself up—Emery softly hums, telling him she was listening.

"Do you really hate me?"

Emery softly laughs and she readjusts her silver pumps. "Oh, please." She crimps her curly hair with her palm. "Saying that I hate you was just in the heat of the moment." Emery looks at him. "You wanted me to say that."

Buck's face grows hot. "Yeah, I...don't know what came over me." He touches the back of his neck.

Emery looks at Buck, realizing his embarrassment. She bites the inside of her cheek. Buck still drove her crazy and she doubts that was ever going to change. But seeing him embarrassed about what he said and did a few minutes ago made her feel bad. Especially since she wasn't embarrassed by any of it. If anything she fucking loved it.

Emery sputters, "Well, it's like I said before, "heat of the moment"." She gives Buck a small smile. "It's no big deal."

"But if it was...you'd tell me, right?" Buck nervously meets her gaze. Emery squints her eyes, "You're a pain in my ass."

Before Buck could rebuttal, Emery leans forward and firmly presses her lips against Buck's. His breath hitches and he raises his hand to cup the back of her neck. Emery then lightly bites his lower lip, forcing a groan from his lips and into her mouth. She pulls her lips from his and opens her eyes—she looks across Buck's face and his eyes were still shut, still reeling from the kiss. Emery couldn't stop the small smile from forming across her lips. She runs her thumb across the spot she bit his lip at and Buck flutters his eyes open, meeting her brown irises.

Emery tilts her head and arches a brow. "I would tell you."

Buck blinks, "Uh, what?"

"If it was anything we do together is a big deal." Emery reminds him of their conversation. "I would tell you."

Buck's heart jumps into his throat. He could've sworn he saw Emery's eyes sparkle. But he couldn't possibly be the one to make that happen, right?

"Can we go back inside now?" Emery looks at the building. "Before anyone wonders where we are."

His brows furrow, "As long as you promise—"

"I promise I won't go and talk to Gabe."

Buck wrinkles his nose, "That's his name?"

Emery lets out a stifled laugh and pulls her hand from his face. "You're an ass." She climbs out of the car.

Buck follows suit and couldn't stop his own smile. He rounds the car and stands in front of the girl. "An ass that's yours."

Emery rolls her eyes and shoves him away from her before walking back into the bar with her heartbeat ramming against her chest.

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