#mobster!steve

“What did you just say,” he slowly turns around, and the hairs on your neck stand as the tall alpha turns his attention toward you. “Repeat yourself, BETA!” He can’t scent you and immediately assumes you are only a beta.

“I asked you if you want a drink, Sir,” you try to not show you despise men like him. Rich. Spoiled. Aggressive. His suit is tailor-made, and his Tom Ford shoes cost more than half of your wardrobe, still, he lacks in manners. “Sir.”

“Where is the other girl? The cute and submissive one,” he chuckles as you make a face. Alphas are even worse than rich men. “What? Don’t you like to be a good girl too?”

“If you don’t want a drink, I’ll leave and take care of the food I made for the party. Choose now, Sir,” you’re slowly losing your patience here. Usually, you are a friendly and patient person, but this guy is getting on your nerves with his cocky smirk and the way he looks down at you.

“Nah, I don’t want you to serve me a drink. Send one of the cute girls over here,” you huff, but bite your tongue.

“I’ll look if anyone is free to serve you your drink,” turning to leave, you ignore the alpha huffs behind your back. “If not, over there is a bar. You can always get yourself a drink. You’re a grown man after all.”

He growls as you make your way back toward the buffet to check on the food. You smile to yourself as you just stood your ground against the tall and bulgy alpha.

“What a rude guy,” one of the waitresses complains. “Why is the boss never around if you need them. Three guys tried to feel me up, and another poured his drink over my shirt, yelling wet t-shirt contest.”

“Grown men acting like horny teens when in a pack,” you quip. “Go and get a new shirt from the trunk of my car. I’ll cover for you meanwhile. I always bring spare clothes with me. One of the shirts should be your size.”

She smiles softly as you hand her the keys to your car. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” she coos. “I’ll be right back, promised.”

“Take your time, I’ve got this,” taking her tray you flash her a smile. “It’s no problem at all.”

While your colleague moves to the back entrance, you start to make your round. You offer drinks to drunk guys, avoid getting groped, and put on your sweetest fake smile.

“Out of my way,” you yelp as someone runs you over. He pushes you out of his way, ignoring you ended up on the ground, crying out in pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize the alpha you angered some hours ago.

“Miss. Shit,” another man makes his way through the people crowding you. “Someone, call an ambulance. Her hand is bleeding, and the fingers don’t look good.” The man strips his jacket off to put it under your head. “Miss do not move too much. I’m afraid your arm is broken. Looks bad.”

You whimper as you glance at your bleeding arm. “I tried to catch my fall,” you sniffle. “It hurts.”

“I know, doll,” the man runs his hand over your hair. “The ambulance will be here in a minute, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Clint, move your ass and check if they are on their way. I want them here in two minutes,” you flinch at his outburst. “It’s okay. They will help you, doll. This looks like a FOOSH injury to me. I broke my hand when I was a kid. I fell and tried to catch my fall.”

“I—” the pain is overwhelming, and the scent hitting you from behind your back doesn’t help. You can sense the alpha from before and it makes you curl into a ball.

“Sir, you can’t fire me! I broke my hand at one of your parties! Who will make your canapes now?” he shrugs, ignoring that you tear up. It was your dream to open your own catering firm, just not so soon. “Please, I need the job.”

“You are fired,” he points at your hand. “You’re useless to me with a broken hand. If you want to sue me, you can try.” Now he smirks darkly. “Go ahead, beta. We will see what happens if you do.”

“Fuck you,” you twirl around to storm out of his office, cursing his birth on your way out. “What do I do now?”

“Steve, you must apologize to the poor girl! I was at her boss’ office, and she got fired because of you. You broke her fucking hand,” Bucky growls at his best friend. “What’s wrong with you lately? Only as Peggy left you for some beta, you can’t run that girl over and just move on.”

“I didn’t know she got fired,” Steve sighs deeply. “She was a feisty bitch, and I was mad at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.”

“You saw her on the ground and didn’t do shit, Steve. Why?”

“Buck, you already took care of her. The moment I stepped closer she curled into a ball, and I didn’t want to scare her even more. I’m not some asshole hurting a girl on purpose. I just—” running his fingers through his hair Steve sighs deeply. “I saw Peggy at the party, in the arms of yet another man. She was on her way out of the back entrance when I ran the girl over.”

“Fine,” Bucky says. “Either way, you will apologize to her. Here’s her address. Buy some flowers and go to the girl.”

“What? I can’t just stand on her doorstep Buck. What will she do?” Steve makes a face. “Punk, she will call the cops or worse.”

“What’s worse than ending up in jail, Stevie,” the brunette smirks. “Come on, spill it.”

“What if she freaks out or cries. Bucky, she will believe I hurt her on purpose. How can she not? I can’t go to her,” hands-on his hips Steve tries to stay adamant. “I can send her flowers, though.”

“You will not send her flowers, Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky just used his alpha voice on his friend, making Steve growl in response. “We are friends since childhood, but this doesn’t mean I will not beat you into a pulp. Be a man and apologize.”

“Fuck’s sake,” taking the piece of paper with you address out of Bucky’s hands, the blonde alpha grumbles under his breath. “Which flowers do you want me to buy?”

“Be creative, Steve. Go to a flower shop and tell them you ran the poor girl over. Find flowers telling her I’m sorry for running you over and that I was a douche…”

“Red roses, lilies, gerbera, asters, and squills,” Steve clears his throat as he stands in front of your door with a huge bouquet in his arms. “Squills say forgive me for being a rude douche the best.”

He straightens his tie with his free hand, not knowing why he’s nervous. You are just a random girl he ran over at a party. Steve takes a deep breath as he lifts his fist to knock at your door.

“Coming,” you coo from the other side of the door. “What can I—? You?” looking the alpha up and down, you frown deeply. “What do you want here?”

“Uh—I,” he huffs before pushing the flowers in your hand. “I came to apologize. I didn’t want to run you over. You see, girl.” He clears his throat, tugging at his tie, “I saw someone from my past and wanted to—”

“You wanted to what, Sir?”

“Honestly,” he nervously laughs, “I don’t know. She left me for some beta, telling me I’m too aggressive and rough. He looks down at his hands, shaking his head. “Maybe she was right. I was rude to the waitress and you for no reason. Then I ran you over.”

“I don’t know why you came here. You shouldn’t buy me flowers,” you step back when Steve moves toward you. “Stay away from me.”

“Doll,” you scrunch up your nose at the pet name. It’s the same the other man used at the party, “I’m sorry I ran you over.  Can I come in and we can talk things out?”

“No. I’m good. Really,” like hell. You will not let a foreign alpha step inside your apartment. “Thanks for the flowers and all. My hand is barely hurting, and I’ll find a job in no time. No biggie.”

“Let me inside,” he cocks his head as you seem to react to his alpha voice. Betas usually don’t hear the difference or smell his scent changes when he’s angry or nervous. “Girl, what are you hiding.” He’s sizing you up now. “Something is odd about you.”

“Ah, ha-ha…thanks for the compliment. You have a way to apologize, that’s a fact,” you try to get rid of the alpha, hoping he will just leave. “Listen, you can go now. Please.”

“Bucky said I must make sure you are alright,” Steve takes another step toward your door and another until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “Let me check on you.”

“I’m good,” swallowing thickly you try to hide that his scent makes your toes curl. “I got a nice cast around my hand, and all.”

“I don’t even know your name,” shit, he cups the back of your neck and rubs his thumb over your mating gland, humming. “I knew it. You’re omega. A feisty little thing too.”

“You need to go. Now,” while you fight your hindbrain and try not to give in to the alpha, he dips his head to press his nose to your scent gland. “Go—please.” You whimper.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Steve. Now let me in and we can talk about what happened at the party. I want to know why you are using a scent blocker to hide from your alpha.”

“You’re not my alpha,” pushing against his chest with your working hand you try to make the alpha budge. “I mean it. Go home!”

“I can scent you, doll. It’s a faint scent, but it’s enough to let me know you are mine,” he doesn’t expect you to slap his cheek hard when he tries to kiss you.

“Dude! I don’t even know you. Get a hold of yourself, Sir,” Steve smirks as you straighten your oversized sleep shirt. “Now, if you would excuse me. I want to go back to sleep.”

“I want to come in. Please let me show you that I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

“Why would I? You’re a stranger who just tried to get grabby,” you push against his chest, making him stumble back. “If you want to get to know me better, come back. If not, leave me alone.”

You slam the door in his face. “What the fuck just happened?” Steve stands there in stunned silence, laughing as you are the first woman rejecting him.

>> Part 2

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“Okay, now I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me, and I’m willing to answer them - some of them mind you,” The dark-haired man in front of you said while you just sat there speechless “Cat got your tongue? Hmm okay, we’ll come back to this later. But right now-”

“You and my mom. How? When?”

“Well, I think that’s a discussion for later” He ran his hand over his goatee.

“You said you would answer my questions.” 

“I actually said I’d answer some of them, that one is a bit complicated to answer at this moment” He held up his pointed finger as he corrected you. “Anything else?”

“Okay, where the hell am I? And why am I here?” You sat up a bit straighter and you felt your back pop satisfyingly

“Oh we are in a safe house where I keep most of my best fighters, can’t have them dropping like flies, you know? And the reason you are here is that here you are off blondie’s radar” You immediately understood who he meant, but that sparked a whole different question in your mind and it fell out of your mouth before you could stop it

“Is Steve okay?” Although you have no idea why I wanted to know or why I even asked.

But as soon as it crossed my lips, Tony’s, err, Dad’s? No, Tony’s face turned from smug amusement to anger.

“That’s really not your concern anymore, is it? Since you’ll never see him again, not on my watch anyway” He said and took a breath to calm himself “Not that we have that out of the way, there’s somebody I would like for you to meet. Get dressed and meet me outside, please” He got up and walked through the door into the hall.

You watched his retreating back till the door before letting out a huge sigh rubbing one of my temples and swinging my legs down to the floor, my feet touching the cold floor. I stood up and I looked around the room 

and saw two doors at the opposite of the room that I guessed were the closet and a bathroom. I walked over to them and just chose a random one and pulled it open. It was a bathroom but the size of the room made my mouth drop. 

I closed the door instantly not wanting to think about anymore and moved to the other door which was the closet, which was also moderately big but there were only a few items in there soon finding out it was at least enough to make two outfits, some of it was ill-fitting as well that made me realise that they just guessed what would fit me. 

I dressed and found a pair of shoes and put them on as well because my feet were starting to get cold on these tiles. I took a deep breath and moved toward the door, closing the closet door as I stepped out. When I pulled the door to the room open, Tony was leaning against the wall, looking at something on his phone, waiting for me like he had said he would. I looked up as I stepped out of the room.

“Great, Let’s go to my office and talk. Sorry about the clothes I didn’t really know what you would like or what would fit. One of my assistants will go shopping for you tomorrow and find you some stuff.” He said as we walked down the hallway but I stopped thinking: tomorrow?

“Wait, what do you mean tomorrow? Can’t I just go home? I wanna see my mom and brother and Wanda.”

“No, I’m afraid not, once you’re in the Mob lifestyle you can never leave, I thought the Man with a Plan would have told you that, besides I have a very special job I want you to do,” He said while moving us further into the hall before stopping at a big wooden door “Speaking of, let’s go inside I still want to introduce you to someone.”

He opened the door and held it for me and you hesitantly step inside. Looking around you see a very modern looking office and start to think back to the one time you had been in Steve’s office, it had been the polar opposite of this room, Steve’s being warm and somewhat comforting while this room was cold and stiff.

You were so busy comparing the offices that you hadn't noticed the young man who had been sitting in one of the chairs facing the big sleek desk standing up and turning to you, his dark brown eyes looking at you questioningly, his face young, you decided he couldn’t be older than 21. 

“Y/N I would like you to meet Peter, Peter, Y/N” A look of realisation flickers over Peter’s face as he apparently started to understand what is going on, while you were still confused as ever.

“As much as I like meeting new people and all, I would really like to know why I’m meeting some stranger instead of going back home to see my family, telling them that I’m okay before I do whatever this job you want me to do is”

“Yep, you are definitely your mother’s daughter” He said jokingly before turning serious again “Okay, why don’t you take a seat next to Peter here and we can get started” he guided you to the unoccupied chair with his hand on the middle of you back and you sat down suddenly feeling a bit like you’re in the principal's office in middle school all over again. Tony takes a seat behind the desk and faces both of you.

“Now Peter here has been learning the ropes of my Mob since I found him when he was only 16 and I’ve been preparing him for taking over from me one day” Tony starts, leaning forward on the desk and folding his hand together, but you cut him off

“Okay, that’s cool I guess but I really just don’t see how that involves me in any way” You look over to where Peter is sitting, he has a straight face on but you can see that he is trying a bit too hard with it.

“I’m getting to it, dear daughter” He shoots you a look that sends a few shiver down your back ”You see my organisation is run on some strict rules that has been in place long before you or even I were born and was taught to follow them by my father and I’ve been teaching them to Peter, one of which is that the Boss title be pass down to a Stark and only a Stark. Now you can see where we hit a bit of a snag there, don’t you?” 

By now Tony had once again stood up from his chair and moved to the windows looking out at the garden which were filled with luscious flowers as far as the eye could see. “Since Peter isn’t family by blood, I had to make other arrangements, which fortunately involves you, dear, since you are my oldest daughter, I couldn’t very well have you marrying that Brooklyn oaf, now could I? No, but I have arranged for a marriage between you and Peter in three days so that Peter can take the Stark name and someday take his place as the Boss.”

An expression of pure shock took over your face but not for too long as immediately after it was replaced by seething anger. The type of anger you haven’t ever felt in your entire life.

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 Bucky reaches over and presses a kiss to your cheek, fluttering little kisses along your jaw until his lips meet yours. His soft lips dance with your plump red lips, kissing you with an eagerness about him, but still maintaining that gentle loving tenderness that Bucky always seems to be able to convey. You whimper into his mouth as his hand trails up your waist, sitting on the curve just above your hip before slowly parting. “Sorry sugar, we gotta take care of business first, then we can play.” Bucky winks at you while you pout at him, fluttering your lashes, begging for his attention. “Fuck doll, you don’t make it easy.” He chuckled, your hand grazing his chest and slipping under his shirt collar. “Do we have to?” You ask, voice small and shy as your hopeful gaze meets his. “(Y/n), sweetheart, unless you don’t want us to settle a deal with the NYPD to help take down Hydra, it’s gotta wait.” Bucky gives you a tight lipped smile, but it quickly morphs into a smirk as your delicate fingers trail along the hard length in his trousers. “I don’t think it would be very professional for you to settle a deal with this getting in the way.” You say just above a whisper, your voice laced with lust as you look up at him through hooded eyes. Bucky moves closer, his cheek grazing yours slightly. “I think you might be right, sugar.” Bucky murmurs against your ear, his stubble scratching deliciously along your cheek and down your neck as he presses hot, soft kisses to your tender skin.

 “We gotta be quick, sugar, you think we can do that?” He asks, riding the skirt of your dress up above your ass, revealing the lacey red underwear you wore underneath. “I think so.” You whisper, watching him unzip his trousers, pulling his boxers away enough for his erection to gently spring up, a bead of precum collecting on the tip and you can’t help but lean it and run your tongue across the head of his cock excruciatingly slow. Bucky grunts and lets a moan rumble through his chest as he leans back against the seat. “I said quick, doll, I don’t think that’s very quick.” Bucky struggled to speak properly as your tongue fluttered along his silky head. You stop what your doing, Bucky moaning at the loss of your hot, wet mouth around his length and you straddle him, pushing your panties aside to sink down onto him. “Holy- fucking hell (Y/n).” Bucky gasps as your tight walls slide along his length.

 Bucky pulls your breasts free from the confines of your dress, letting them bounce as you ride his cock. A string of sweet moans and gasps pass through your lips as Bucky’s thumb rubs circles around your swollen clit. “Scott can hear you sweetheart.” Bucky whispered into your ear, hot kisses following his words down your neck. Fuck it if Scott can hear. You practically scream in pleasure when Bucky applies a little more pressure to your clit. “You like that he can hear you, sugar?” Bucky asked, letting out a deep, gravelling moan as you slide along his length at a faster pace. You couldn’t care less who could hear you. “Bucky!” You moan out, his thumb picking up speed against your clitoris and you feel your coil tightening. You don’t even notice that the car had stopped moving, signalling your arrival. Bucky gripped your ass with his free hand to help you go a bit faster and you momentarily pause as you hear a knock on the window. Bucky ignores it, knowing you’re right on the edge of your orgasm. The knock comes again and Bucky quickly tucks your breasts back into your dress, knowing that if he didn’t roll down the window, the door likely would be flung open. Bucky reaches for the window controls, opening the blacked out window by a crack, but enough for Clint and Steve to see inside.

 “Oh- Jesus Buck!” Steve exclaims, pushing Clint away to stop him from seeing. You let out a breathy moan as Bucky edges you closer, switching to his metal thumb, causing you to throw your head back in pure ecstasy. “We’ll be out in a few.” Bucky said through laboured breaths. “You’re expected in there in ten minutes, Buck.” Steve sighs when he sees Clint coming back over, but immediately spins on his heels and walks away when he hears you let out a soft moan. Bucky rolls the window back up, his cold metal thumb applying a delicious amount of pressure, almost vibrating on your swollen clit and you scream, your orgasm rushing through you, a shiver climbing up your back as Bucky continued to rub your sensitive clit, making you pulse your walls tightly around his cock, sending him tumbling into his orgasm. Bucky grunted into your neck, fingers digging into your ass as he came. “(Y/n), sweetheart, you are somethin’ else.” Bucky whispered breathlessly, before gently moving you off his lap to compose himself. “We gotta go, sugar.” Bucky rushed to zip his trousers up, pulling out a handkerchief and snapping it out before gently wiping you down.

 You and Bucky entered the building as if nothing had happened. You looked just as glamorous as you had before your heated moment in the car as you walked in confidently with Bucky’s arm protectively around you. Steve gave you a few looks on the way in that went from disgust to a knowing smile as he awkwardly avoided making eye contact with his best friend. “I can’t believe you just did that.” He finally spoke as you all walked through the lobby of Bucky’s building. “Did what?” You ask innocently, voice peaking at the end, playing dumb as the NYPD Director moved across the lobby towards you all, his hand stretched out to shake Bucky’s.

 All three of you entered the meeting room, the Director settling into a seat opposite you all. “Is it really necessary to have her here?” The Director asked, glancing at you. You quirked a brow before looking over at both men who sat on either side of you. “She ain’t just a pretty face, Director, (Y/n) here is my girlfriend and co-owner.” Bucky said with pride in his voice as you smirked a little. Co-owner; not heard that one before. The Director went red for a moment as he shot you an apologetic look and you enjoyed his flustered behaviour, knowing he was very much afraid of the trio that sat across from him.

 “What do you say?” The Director asked, the deal laid out in front of you all. “Ain’t just for me to decide.” Bucky shared a look with you and Steve. “Steve?” He prompted his best friend. “I’m on board.” Steve responds, relaxing back in his chair. “So it’s settled?” The Director asked. “Perhaps you didn’t hear Mr Barnes when he said I was co-owner.” You spoke sternly, sitting up straight, your face void of expression as you oozed confidence. The Director blinked nervously as he wrung his hands. “Do I make you nervous, Director?” You ask, a small smirk playing on your red lips. “We’ll accept the deal if,” You pause to cross one leg over the other. “You give our men immunity in mob related activity.” You puffed out your chest, your soft cleavage swelling a little. The Director swallowed thickly and nodded as you held out your hand. “Deal.” He agreed, reaching across the shake your hand.

 “So, co-owner, huh?” You ask, leaning back in your seat after the Director had left, a little smirk on your lips as your gaze burned into Bucky’s eyes. “It’s only fair (Y/n), your father’s livelihood went into this business.” Bucky nodded, a lopsided smile gracing his lips as he tucked some of your hair out of your face. “I’m not sure we could do this without you anymore.” Steve said in a joking tone, a smile on his face even, but the look in his eyes told you that it was the truth. “Especially with that last little part of the deal you squeezed out of the Director.” Bucky chuckled. “It’s impressive how easily you can bend people to your will.” Bucky smirked.

 “How are you holding up?” Nat asked, catching you in the corridor. “I’m fine.” You shrugged, stopping to talk to her. “You know what I’m asking, (Y/n).” She pressed, making you huff a little. You weren’t sure if Nat’s pushiness was a blessing or a curse, sometimes you wanted to hide from her because you knew she would press until you told her everything and she didn’t exactly have to try hard to get it out of you. “It’s getting easier.” You admit and you’re telling the truth.

Please don’t press more, please don’t press more. You see Nat take in a sharp intake of breath; her lips parted slightly. She’s going to press more.

“How so?” Nat asked, pulling you aside into another room. “Are you still having nightmares?” Nat questioned as if interrogating you. “Less than before, they’re not as terrifying as they were and when I wake up I actually know it’s a dream and not real life like before.” You reply, remembering back to just after the incident with Pierce and waking up nearly every night in a panic, thinking you were back in his clutches. Bucky would have to spend so long having to convince you it wasn’t real, to come back to him, to reality and if he wasn’t there Steve would have to step in and take care of you. There was one positive to it though, now you considered Steve a very close friend from the ordeal, having been there for you as well as Bucky the whole way through and continued to support you.

 “Your mind still in a blender over it all?” Nat broke your train of thought. “Depends on the day, sometimes it’s harder than others.” You shrug, making eye contact with your red haired friend, your hand gently falling to your side, sitting protectively over the scar that lays under your clothes. “You hate it, don’t you?” Nat observed, watching your nervous movements. Why did she have to read everything you did? You don’t say anything because you know she’s right. You do hate it. It was still a fresh scar, only having healed a few weeks ago, the scar was pink and shiny on the surface, still raised above the rest of your skin. It was a constant reminder of what you went through. You hated that Bucky saw it every night and you hated that you had to look at it in the mirror. That Pierce was still invading your life even after his death, that his mark was still there. “You should get a tattoo.” Nat nudged you, a smirk playing on her lips. “It’ll still be there.” You shrug, looking up at her as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “Bucky doesn’t look like he has a problem with it.” She winked at you. “Steve told me about your little… Fondue this morning.” She giggled to herself. “Are we really going to talk about that?” You ask, quirking a brow. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with your two body guards and your best friend knowing exactly what you two were doing.” She laughed, leaning against the wall near the door. You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, remembering the moment Steve could so clearly see your face full of pleasure through the crack in the window. “Don’t worry, it’s good you have an active intimate life.” Nat clapped her hand on your shoulder.

 “Look, if anything, I think you’re badass. You went through hell with Pierce and you came out the other side with as much courage, if not more than before. You won’t even back away from the mob life and even if Bucky won’t say it, he’s fucking proud of you.” Nat went serious for a moment. “Also I’m glad to see your kidnapping hasn’t affected your relationship with Barnes.” Nat smiled down at you before excusing herself from the room, leaving you alone. But it had affected your relationship. Perhaps not in the way that Nat meant, but you and Bucky were so much closer than you ever were before. In some ways, you were worried you were a pain to him, you’d developed more severe anxiety, you were paranoid, especially at night and you refused to go anywhere alone without at least someone around if you didn’t feel safe. People you didn’t know made you nervous, specifically men in suits and you found yourself wondering if you’d ever be the same again. But you never would.

 Fuck it. There was no point in clinging to the past. Things were different now, they were harder and easier all at the same time, but the challenge of living life as a mobster, at the side of the King of New York was exciting and terrifying all at once. But Bucky was there for you, he made sure you never had to do anything you didn’t want to do. You ultimately made the decisions and had the last say in all situations, Bucky was giving you the power he’d worked so hard for, he surrendered it to you so easily. Because you were his favourite gal. That phrase he would sometimes say, it made your cheeks warm with a cherry blush, your red lips curving up into a sweet smile as your heart fluttered.

 “(Y/n)?” Clint’s voice invaded your thoughts and you blinked rapidly, looking up at your bodyguard, Scott stood slightly behind him. “You alright?” He asked, a look of concern on his features as his hand gripped your shoulder gently. “Yeah, sorry, Nat just interrogated me and I got a bit lost in my thoughts.” You nodded, giving them both a sweet smile. “About the fondue?” He chuckled. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shook your head affectionately, a wide smile on your lips. “Blame Steve.” Scott cut in, a big grin on his face. “I’ll be honest, I did find it a little distracting to hear you scream in the back of the car while I tried to get you both through New York.” Scott avoided eye contact; voice still confident though. “The boss gets a new car with a partition and immediately christens the back seat. I never want to get in the back of that car. Ever.” Clint ushered you down the hall. “I’ll do everything in my power to make you sit in the back seat of the car.” You poke him in the side as you approached the elevator.

 “Boss wants you upstairs, thought we’d come and get you.” Scott diverted the conversation, swiftly avoiding it becoming awkward. “What does he need?” You ask. “Got some new for you.” Clint explained as all three of your filed into the lift, Scott jabbing the button for the top floor. “Didn’t know you were co-owner now.” Scott remarked, smirking. “Neither did I, until about an hour ago.” You laughed, watching through the glass panels as you ascended the building, the lift slowing and stopping when it reached the top. “You have Barnes wrapped around your finger.” Clint said quietly. “Oh, I know.” You say playfully, stepping out of the lift and looking back at the two men with a grin on your face. They trailed behind you as you walked across the sky bridge to Bucky’s office. You could see through the windows that Bucky and Steve were already in there. Scott and Clint settled on either side of the door, Clint reaching over to open the door for you.

 “Hey doll.” Bucky grinned at you as you entered, moving to perch on the desk in front of him. “Got some news for ya, thought you might wanna know.” Bucky smiled, pulling you off the desk and onto his lap. “Stevie and I found you a nice flat, now I know you said you didn’t want anything too over the top, but,” He paused, watching you playfully roll your eyes, a little smile gracing your lips as your arm settled around his shoulder. “I just found this place and I had to get it for you.” Bucky grinned at you, eyes shining with excitement as his metal fingers gently squeezed your ass. “Sam just went to pick up the keys for you, (Y/n), so thought we’d take you down to your new place to show you.” Steve cut in, dangling the set of keys in front of you on his index finger. “I’d love to.” You grinned, reaching for the keys. “Let’s go, doll.”

 Bucky was right. It was perfect. It wasn’t far from his house, in an adjacent housing estate. At most it would be a five or ten minute drive, probably a fifteen or twenty minute walk from one another. The apartment itself was large, but not too large. Bucky knew you like cosy spaces, something with enough space to feel comfortable but not so large and sprawling to make you nervous. He’d had security systems installed, multiple safety measures in place. There were safe rooms, which Bucky and Steve made sure you knew where they were and how to get into them. Bucky had already had the place decorated similarly to your old flat, even finding posters and painting he remembered you had in your old apartment. It was so you, but with a healthy dose of Bucky added into the mix, an air of old fashioned classiness about it that mingled so well with your personal style.

 After you had sufficiently thanked the two men, constantly hugging them both and pressing little kisses to their cheeks to convey your appreciation for finding it and setting it all up for you, Steve excused himself, leaving just you and Bucky alone in your new apartment. You sat out on the balcony, overlooking the quiet landscape in the distance as a gentle breeze shifted your hair about. “I hope you’ll be happy here, sugar.” Bucky broke the silence, his hand gently resting on the curve of your waist. “I know I will be.” You smile, leaning up against his side. “Thank you for everything, Buck.” You sigh contentedly as you watch some birds flit about after each other. “You got nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.” Bucky shook his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

 “I’m glad the deal to help take down Hydra went through.” Bucky spoke softly, his head resting on top of yours as you leant on the railing, watching the trees sway. “Hydra will be nothing but a memory soon doll.” Bucky tried to sound reassuring. “Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head?” Bucky curled his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “I can’t help but feel like my dad would be disappointed.” You say just above a whisper, almost too shy to say it out loud. “Do you like what you’re doing?” Bucky asked, looking straight into your eyes. You nod without hesitation. “Then it doesn’t matter. Besides, even if he didn’t want you in this life, I think he’d still be proud of the strong woman you’ve become.” Bucky reassures you, the corners of his lips curving up into a small smile. “You’re probably right.” You nod, matching his smile.

 “We’re in this together, sweetheart. You and me.” Bucky gives you his signature lopsided smile and you feel yourself melt, all of the difficult thoughts in your head disappear as his gaze softens you. Bucky leans in, his hands resting on your hips, metal fingers gently pressing into your soft flesh as his lips near you enough for you to feel his hot breath fanning against your delicate red lips. “You’re everything to me, sugar. You’re my whole world.” Bucky whispers, a gentle blush creeping onto your features as his soft blue eyes capture yours in a loving gaze. Bucky’s loose strands of hair fall from behind his ear, curving around his cheek, the gentle breeze blowing his soft hair to brush against your cheek. Bucky’s flesh hand moves up to cradle your jaw, his fingers sitting comfortably near the nape of your neck. A soft hum leaves his lips as your delicate hands wander up his chest, your manicured fingers sliding under his shirt collar, the other hand palms at his silky soft tie.

 Bucky leans in closer, his stubble brushing against you as his soft lips capture yours in a kiss, the contrast of the two sensations get your blood rushing as you kiss him back, slow but eager, hungry but gentle. Your hand settles behind his neck, tugging him a little closer to deepen the kiss. Bucky’s velvety tongue slips across your bottom lip, begging for entry, his hand resting in the curve of your lower back as you let out a soft moan, parting your lips for him. Your tongues touch, eliciting a low, gruff rumble from Bucky’s chest, the vibration courses through you as you pull yourself against him. Bucky parts with you, looking down at you through hooded eyes, his chiselled features flushed with a tint of pink, the hungry look in his eyes as his gaze trails over your flustered face. His lips glisten from the kiss you just shared, slightly swollen and a little red. His tongue darts out to smooth over his lips as he watches you melt beneath him. Bucky’s large fingers gently scrape along your scalp as they find their way into your hair, the soft fingertips pressing a small amount of pressure, just enough to make you keen for more. The afternoon sunlight makes his skin glow, Bucky’s gruff, dark exterior is but an armour to you and you were grateful that he trusted you enough to show you what he was really like.

 “You’re the goddamn Queen of New York, doll.” Bucky says, voice deep and low, the gravel in his voice sending excitement rushing through you as you felt the deep vibration of his speech rumble in his chest. “I love you.” Is all you can get out, your voice much smaller than expected, almost coming out as a little whimper. A soft smile graces Bucky’s lips as he looks down, gaze meeting yours, deep blue eyes consuming you like an ocean wave, pulling you under. “I love you too, sugar.” Bucky responds. “God, I love you so much.” Bucky breathes out, lips almost touching yours again, fingers digging into your delicate skin as he moves in, breath cooling the slick on your lips as he pauses to look deeply into your eyes. His lips finally pressing against yours, his arms winding around you and you’re like putty beneath him.

 Bucky grips your thighs, his hands pulling them up and you press your hot core against his hard length as your legs wrap around his waist. A low growl surfaces through his lips as he carries you indoors. Bucky finds your bed, gently laying you down on the soft mattress, his hands wandering over your beautiful figure hungrily. He wants you; he needs you, needs to show you how much he loves you because he doesn’t feel like words can express how he really feels. Bucky shimmies up your dress, revealing your beautiful red underwear again and pulls your dress off completely. Bucky sinks to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed, his face between your thighs as his cold metal fingers run up and down your wet, hot core.

 Bucky wordlessly pushes your panties aside, revealing your aching pussy, his eyes flit up to yours quickly, waiting for approval. The deep blue irises capture yours as he smiles, watching you nod and whimper, shuffling impatiently, the feeling of his breath against your clit drives you wild and you buck up at him, begging for his attention. Bucky finally lowers himself, tongue pressing up against your swollen clitoris, a spark of intense sensitivity striking up through you as he circles it with his taught tongue. “Taste so sweet.” Bucky mumbles, the vibration of his deep voice making you whine out at the sensation. His soft tongue slips back over your bundle of nerves and a string of gentle moans leave your lips as your back arches. His tongue works you, deliciously slow, occasionally speeding up, applying different amounts of pressure as he focused purely on your clit. It was like he worshipped you, like Bucky wanted nothing more than to pleasure you over himself.

 His metal fingers glided over your pussy, gently pressing into your hole and you let out a gasp as he curled them upwards to stroke your g-spot. Bucky could see your muscles clenching as you got closer, the speed of both his tongue and fingers increasing. “Cum for me, sugar.” Bucky whispered, his words sending you soaring as you neared the edge of your orgasm. “I’ve got you, doll, cum for me.” He encouraged, tongue flicking tightly over your clit, hitting the spot he knew drove you insane. Your hand flew to his hair, clutching at his chestnut brown locks as your coil tightened and one more flick of his tongue and you came undone. Screaming Bucky’s name you let him ride you through your orgasm, laboured breaths replace words as you pant, jerking at the sensation of his tongue on your clitoris.

 Bucky sits back, hair dishevelled, suit jacket askew. Your slick painted his lips and beard, it glistened in the afternoon sunlight that poured through your windows. Bucky wiped away your juices from his thick stubble, coming up to lay next to your exhausted form, his arms immediately wrapping around you, pulling you close to him. Your head lay on his chest, the soft thud of his heart against your ear made you sleepy as you enjoyed his warmth and soft clothes. Your fingers sleepily slipping over his soft shirt and a satisfied hum left Bucky’s lips as he looked down at you.

 Bucky had made it quite clear you were ruling his mob family with him. Together.

The though along had you feeling appreciated, loved and trusted by your mobster. He trusted you enough to surrender his power to you, to pass on what your father was never able to. Perhaps your father had secretly wanted Bucky to pass you what he’d left behind eventually. But you’d never know.

For now, you were perfectly content continuing your new life, life as the co-owner of the Barnes’ business.

The Queen of New York.

His favourite Gal.

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Your heart thudded harder in your chest and he smirked when your hips rolled up into his touch. He continued to let his fingertips pull your waistband and you whined when he wouldn’t go any further. 

“Stevie, please.” You whispered, knowing your parents were just down the hall. Sure, the door was closed but the way he chuckled against you made you want to scream. 

“Please what, Pretty Girl?” He pulled away, watching your brow furrow and the smallest pout form on your lips. “Use your words.”

“Do something, I— make me feel good, please.” Your voice was small and your eyes were peering up at him with an innocent expression— one that had him swelling generously. 

Instead of replying, he blushed and kissed you softly, fingers finally dipping further down and brushing over your cotton clad core. You were hot against his palm and he moaned against your lips, pressing over your clit with his thumb and making you jolt. Your fingers tightened in his hair and he only took that as encouragement, pushing your underwear to the side and dipping his pointer finger between your folds, collecting your musky slick and pulling away. You huffed and opened your mouth to complain until he sucked his own finger between his lips and moaned, eyelids fluttering. 

“Perfect.” He said watching your eyes all into the back of your head when he slid two long, thick fingers into your cunt. His movements were slow and deliberate, because sure, he had slept with other women since he woke up, but you were not just other women. 

He tried the moves that were often popular and repeated the ones that had you winding your fingers in his long hair just a little tighter and digging your nails slightly deeper into the skin of his forearm. He brushed his thumb against your clit softly and smiled when your thighs shook, having since thrown one over his waist, leaving you exposed to his hands. 

It only took another few moments for you to be turning your face into his chest gathering the fabric of his t-shirt between your teeth and whining. 

“I— can I cum, Steve, please?” You whimpered, dazed eyes looking up at his shocked expression before he gave you the most devilish grin and kissing you softly, biting your lip before pulling away. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel.” He smiled, granting you permission and humming when your back arched off the bed and your thighs shook, clenching around his hand as he worked you through your high. When you began to jolt away from his hot hands, he pulled away, kissing you softly and whispering praises as you came to. 

“Hi, sweet thing.” He murmured when your gaze landed on his own. He wiped his hand on the sheets on the edge of the bed, and it was only when he shifted did you feel his hard length pressing into the side of your thigh, rutting slowly to relieve any sort of pressure that had built up. 

“Hey, Stevie.” You replied. 

“You’re so beautiful, love.” You rolled your eyes and shifted your thigh, loving the way he blushed and inhaled sharply at the movement against him. 

“What about you, huh?” You asked, smirking up as the beautiful red flushed over his ears and cheeks and neck. He started shaking his head and opened his mouth to protest. Before he could make any sound, your hand slid down his flat stomach and ran under his shorts, wrapping your cold hand around the base of his cock. 

He let out a small whimper, flinching at the temperature of your hand but simultaneously rutting into it. You moved slowly over him, using the gratuitous amount of pre-cum leaking from the sensitive head of his cock to make your movements smoother (thank you, super-soldier-serum). From what you could feel, he was big and thick and uncut and your jaw ached to be around him. 

“Fuck, Stevie. This what you been hiding from me, then?” You murmured, nosing his chin and jaw and feeling the vibrations of his moan rumble in his chest and throat. Your thumb flicked over the head and he grunted into your hairline. 

“Fuck, Pretty Girl.” He moaned. “Your hands are fuckin’ magical.” You smiled, raised one eyebrow before replying. 

“Imagine my mouth, hot and wet around you. I’d let you wrap your hand in my hair and use me for your pleasure. ‘Magine my pussy around you. Riding you into the headboard at the compound, makin’ me moan so loud for everyone to hear. Make everyone know how good you make me feel.” You muttered, watching as his jaw dropped and he looked down at you wholly shocked by the filth coming out of your mouth. 

“Wanna cum.” He grunted soon, and you tightened your fingers around him, putting more pressure on the bottom of his cock and using your other hand to roll his balls gently until they tightened. He pulled up the hem of your sweater up and pulled down the blanket as to not leave any stains on any fabric for your parents to find. 

“Do it, then.” 

And he did, hot white streaks of cum painted your stomach in large spurts. His hips jerked with every clench of his orgasm and he clenched his jaw, hiding his face in your rose printed-sheets and biting to stifle any alerting sounds. 

Once he had ridden his high out, he fell back against the sheets, eyes closed against the gold of the sun and the sound of your rapid breaths. There was a silent period that followed, both of you in shock of the filth that had preceded this very moment. 

“I don’t think I ever did tell you about how much I liked your Star Wars posters.” He whispered after a while and you looked over to him, finding that he was already looking over at you and bursting into a loud fit of laughter. 

“I adore you, Y/N.” He smiled.