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Careless

Busted

Mirror

Summary: The boys want you all to themselves.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x black!reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: F I L T H. Threesome, unprotected sex, graphic language, exchanging of fluids, oral (fem rec), rough sex, smut, 18+

A/N: lol I think what’s the funniest part about all of this is this was never supposed to be a series or anything. I seriously thought I would never write a Stucky fic EVER. And you guys got THREE out of me! What?! Hope I did the fandom justice. This was so much fun to write shoutout Vee for even suggesting Busted should be a Stucky fic. All influenced by this song here.

What kind of life is this. None of this made sense. You’re hardly present, drowning deep in the feeling of their mouths trailing up and down your curves. Tethered to their push and pull. What was life like before either of them you can’t recall but it had to have been boring. Definitely less than this fuckin shit right here…and you didn’t want to go back. So much you’d do, give the fuck up, just to stay in your place as their little pet. Whatever they wanted, desired, you’d allow it. How could you transform into someone so…obedient, so…careless? But you view this little world a little perfect. You really loved it right here in this space where you are so loved, so worshipped. Not just by your Bucky but now his bestest bud. Getting the best of both their polar opposite worlds. This life is all you could ask for.

Somewhere between the sensual sound of Maxwell’s falsetto and the aggressive runs of System of a Down, you drifted off into a deep restorative sleep, skin cells still buzzing and nerves still jumping into the carpet by the foot of Bucky’s bed. Still feeling their touch and hearing their voices even while you dreamt, those two owned you even in your subconscious. There was no leaving them…

Steve couldn’t wait to get back to you he needed you all to himself so damn bad. He could barely eat his dinner, or focus on anyone trying to keep a conversation. Just felt his dick aching in his trousers. Knee anxiously bouncing, knocking against Bucky’s beneath the table until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Go.” He groans in Steve’s ear with an annoyed sigh, over him acting like some sort of druggie needing a fix. If Steve had to have you so bad, fine, he’ll allow it just this once. Nothing more annoying than a needy Steve. Bucky had weeks of whining to attest to that...but Steve couldn’t help himself. One kiss was all it took. His nerves didn’t settle until he closed the door behind hi, grinning at you sleeping where they abruptly dumped you drained. Peacefully snoozing like the little angel he just loved to ruin.

You could tell by the way his thumb gently graced the hill of your cheek that it was Steve. No warmer touch in the world could pull you out of your sleep; yawning wide, you bat your lashes up at him kneeling in front of you. Helping you lift your head, Steve maneuvers your headphones off your sore ears with a lopsided smirk.

“Angel…” he softly hummed, stroking your cheek again, “are you alright?”

Nuzzling into his warm palm, you nod and sigh, grateful for his kindness after such torture he inflicted. You aren’t too sure you can speak, whispering, “Just tired.” Your heavy head drops back onto the carpet, eyelids dropping close upon impact. Steve quietly chuckles as he reaches for the leather cuffs and phone still fixated behind you.

“That was too much for you, huh beautiful…” One wrist free you drag your achy arm around to your front. “Told Buck we should take it easy but…”

With the other hand free, you weakly push your dead body up and blink your sleepy eyes open to see his pretty concerned brow, his tender blue eyes always so bright and clear smiling down at you trying to be here with him.

“It’s okay Steve…” Another long yawn interrupts you, your feeble arm tremble under your dead weight, “I’m fine I can handle Bucky it’s fine…”

But your wobbly arm couldn’t hold you long, especially with him looking at you like that. So before you could hit the ground again, Steve catches you in his strong arms and pulls you into his lap so you could rest your weary head on his thick chest. And it felt so much better snuggled up there than on the floor, so much so you bury yourself deeper in his hot muscles. He holds you so close, so firm, as he purses his lips into your hair. You feel so good in Steve’s arms his cock throbs against his zipper.

“Mmm…think you’re too tuckered out for me…” His words mumble into your scalp but you shake your head. You’ve been tingling since the moment he scooped you up into his lap. His large hands soothing up and down your slacked spine didnt help either. Didn’t take long before you’re warm and slippery between your worn out thighs. Steve can hear it in the way you sigh. Suddenly awake and ready for action, your legs start to slowly rub together as you lift your head to look up at him.

“Never Steve.” Your nails pull at the soft cotton of his shirt. Your chin sinks into his pecs. Your voice so small and loving his heart begins to beat erratically near your cheek. “I’ll do whatever you want…”

“Oh beautiful…” Steve moans dipping his smirked lips closer, “why do you say stuff like that?” He asks in a whisper, barely pecking your upper lip.

“Because I mean it,” you answer in the same way, kissing him fully before you go on, “I’ll give you whatever you want…” And you mean every word.

Steve takes you by the thighs and repositions you, straddling you over his beefy thighs and fat hard on, rocking you up and down. You groan a sigh, feeling your nerves burn, quietly mewling into his thick neck. Steve feels so good he squeezes your hips, panting and nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I want you, right fuckin now,” he whimpers lifting your chin by his knuckle, “…want this pussy all to myself for once…”

That turns you up. All to himself? You faintly brush your lips up over his trembling lips. “Who’s going to stop you huh? Not scared of Bucky are you?”

Steve sighs a chuckle with a small shake of his head. “Who gives a fuck about him sweet girl. I need you.”

That’s all he had to say. “Then take me Steve.” You beg, slotting your fingers through his hair, “Have me however you want me.” Your up on your knees, pecking between his top and bottom lip as he reaches for his button and fly. He’d never expected you to be so damn sweet and downright nasty, so willing to obey, Steve can’t get enough. Dick blistering hot he pulls himself out and promptly spears your pussy swallowing him in. Hissing he holds you close to his squirming body, filling your deep with a shaky moan that rumbles in his chest.

“Mmm sweet girl…you’re too fuckin much…” Steve slips his tongue over yours, taking you by the thighs to slowly pump your throbbing slit. Christ you almost forgot how big he is, stretching your exhausted pussy so wide it hurt just a little but the more he used you, the better it felt.

“Oh good god Ste-Steve…shit…”

You can feel yourself dripping, listen the steady squelch of his taught shaft drawing out your creaminess. Moaning and gasping, you can’t stop the noises leaving your numb body, hanging on by the roots of Steve’s hair.

“Holy shit you’re squeezing my dick.” Steve whines, clawing your inner thigh meat and he swears you squirt a little as you shout his name. “Harder angel. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Shutting your eyes close, you bite back a whimper as your walls flutter all around him. If you clench any harder you’re going to burst.

“I love your cock so much Steve.”

“Oh fuck yes…yes you do…” A pathetic whimper interrupts his thought as his motions falter, shudder, “more than Bucky’s huh? Fuck you better than him?” Steve flips you down onto your back so he can really lay into you crying out as he slams his dick so deep into your guts.

“Mmmyeah,” you crack weak and small beneath him hunched over you with a wild smile, so glad to hear you agree, “fuck—fuck me Steve.”

He has to go harder, skin clapping and you’re scooting across the carpet. Hold onto his veiny bulging forearms, convulse as he takes your dry parted lips. Bucky isn’t all that pleased to hear you say that Steve’s a better fuck than him, but he knows what an obedient little girl you are. Know all the right things to do or say to get yours. The second you told him yeah, Steve went bizzerk and Buck got so aroused hearing the pick up in your mewling. He couldn’t wait to get in there. Get his moment because he really fuckin missed you. What happened earlier was just a taste. He needed all of you and soon, but he’ll let Steve have his moment in the sun. Besides, it was so fuckin hot hearing you two wail for one another is really doing something for him.

“Aw shit…oh fuck…” Steve whispers into your bitten bottom lip, strokes stuttering he’s teetering along the edge. “I’m—I’m so close you’re too…you’re so…”

“Not yet Steve.” Bucky demands quickly entering the room, holding his own dick over his pants. “I wanna watch.”

Steve slows down with deep blows of breath through his puckered lips, kissing the tip of your nose as Bucky exposes himself, spreading his legs apart. As soon as Steve hears the first pump of his fist and a weightless sigh, he begins to roll his muscular hips. He’s out of your sights, but just to hear him get off to this has your pussy even wetter.

“Oh you like that?” Steve licks his lips with a wicked grin, picking up the pace, chuckling when your eyes roll back into your head. “Like Bucky watching you get fucked by the better dick?”

“Fuck looks like it,” Bucky twists his clenched fist up and down and around his sticky tip. “Tell us baby.”

“Ohmygod I like it so much. Please don’t stop.”

Nothing like listening to their chorus of orgasmic moans in perfect unison. You meet his aggressive strokes, slamming your swollen folds into the hilt of his dick.

“Pull her shirt up I wanna see her tits bounce.” Bucky asks of him and he uses his teeth to draw up your shirt around your neck. To help his buddy out, Steve takes you by the hips again to jerk him off. Bucky follows his tempo, groaning out and shuddering. “Oh fuck yeah Steve. Fuck the shit out of her.”

“Oh I’m gonna fuckin cum so hard inside of her.” He growls going even harder under his best friend’s strict orders. “She’s so tight Buck.”

“Use her bud—shit,” he’s so close already he has to stop, “I wanna see you fill her up.”

His grip is bruising along your hip bone, and you’re limp, softly crying from your eyes and your lips. So slippery wet you feel like you came already but you’re so out of it you have no earthly idea. With his dick still raging Bucky sits up on the bed for a better view, ready to see his best friend coat his girl with his hot load. Just by your bated breaths conjoined as one he can tell either of you are about snap in any second but he didn’t want it to be you. No he wanted to make you cum he needed to taste you.

“Don’t you cum yet baby.” Bucky points at you meeting his eyes, “don’t you dare.”

You don’t know how when Steve bangs you out like his life depended on it but you’re going to try, holding his mischievous glare to keep your body in check. Don’t want to disappoint your Bucky by being a bad girl.

“Oh…Bucky…” you pout with sad teary eyes and he just shakes his head no,

“Oh holy fuck take me…take all of me angel…”

Steve busts, coming a little inside of her before he pulls out to coat your stomach and nipples with his load.

“Mmm yeah that’s so fuckin hot.” Bucky purrs crawling down to the floor next to Steve, using his mechanical fingers to play in the cum oozing out of your worn hole. His thumb rolls over your buzzing clit, sinks two fingers inside your fluttering walls. “You look so fuckin hot covered in Steve’s cum baby.”

“She really does,” Steve concurs, softly trailing two fingertips up your quivering stomach, through his warm sticky mess, “can’t believe she can take such a beating after all she’s been through…” Drooling you can’t wait to taste him all lukewarm and bittersweet. You part your lips with him as he drops his soiled fingers into your damp mouth, smiling when you begin to roughly suck at his skin.

“My girl’s a fuckin champ that’s why.” Bucky smirks up at you whimpering around his fingers, the way your cream and Steve’s load slip out as he carefully fucks you with his own. Pussy lookin so damn good beat around his swift strokes, your legs shaking on either side of him. You fidget, try not to roll your lips off the floor, ball your fists at your sides. Keep Steve’s fervent focus as Bucky wraps his curly lips around your fat clit.

You shout out with a sharp gasp. “Oh fuck!”

Bucky’s tongue broad and flat over your sloppy folds, fingers still wiggling around as he slurps up you and Steve still spilling out. Humming a satisfied groan he slides the tip of his tongue between his fingers spreading you wider. Arching off the floor, you grab ahold of Steve’s swelling dick, crying out for Bucky who’s sucking the strongest orgasm out of you.

“Holy shit—don’t stop.” Steve chokes to you tightening up around his stiff shaft and Buck loudly slurping at your trembling hips, locking you into his jaw. Huffing for air, sweating, he pulls off his shirt then licks his fingertips to toy with your hard nipple.

You whimper, wail, “oh fuck…oh…oh shit—fuck Bucky…,” as your shoulders drag across the carpet, burning as you arch a little higher. Fist Steve a little tighter.

“Oh good god.” His big shoulders convulse, his load builds. “Where do you want me angel, huh?” His big beautiful chest heaves, trying to wait for your answer but you quicken your pumps urging him to cum—

“On my face Cap…,” an orgasmic moan bursts from your parting lips as you hang your tongue out, “in my mouth…”

You twirl your hand round his sticky hot skin, work his load up to his pulsing tip aimed for your wide open mouth. Steve’s jaw unhinged, both being lured to your demises, you two lock eyes howling and whining. Bucky smiling at how euphoric you guys sound together.

“Shit!” You gasp, nearly snap your spine in half as Bucky catches your cum, then shrill another shocked gasp—Steve’s spurting over your cheeks and lips, some fall onto your tastebuds. Folding over, completely out of breath, he asses the damage with a shake of his head. No one should look so damn good or happy tired and covered in his cum like you do.

“Oh my god look at you two.” Bucky doesn’t give you a second to even think he’s got you by the knees and pushing his way in. “Tired little babies…” he closes his eyes with a weightless sigh, so unbelievably grateful to be inside you again. Your walls suctioning to every dimple and bulging vein like she knows exactly who he is. Bottoms out with a light, “fuck yes…”

Steve lays his exhausted muscles down beside you, collecting his seed off your sweaty skin onto his fingertips then dipping them between your needy lips. Entranced with the way you individually suck them clean as Bucky fucks you hard, marveled by the way you effortlessly take all of their intensity. You’re magical.

“She’s ours.” Steve announces, kissing at your neck, “She’s too perfect to be anyone else’s.” He cups your breast and pinches your nipple.

Bucky hums an evil grin down at you checking if that’s ok with him with teary eyes. “Maybe we could make that work…”

“Please.” To have Bucky already, you truly felt honored but two have them both? “Bucky.”

He can barely hear you but he reads how desperate you are for him to agree in the way your walls throb, suddenly so creamy at the idea of keeping up with all this sexual chaos.

“Is that what you want baby?” Clawing his wrist, you nod quickly, groaning longingly when the head of his cock strokes your spot. “Think you deserve us? Think you’ve proven yourself?”

More than that. Whatever they want, whenever, you’ve given up for the sake of pleasing them, hell pleasing yourself and you felt like it was so worth it. Between their buff bodies you never expected to find yourself in this heavenly position, but now that you’re here, there’s no other place you’d rather be. They can keep you. Do whatever. As long as you can keep them happy, they can be careless with you.

“C’mon Buck you know she has…” Steve drops his hand down the middle of your conjoined hips just to circle your clit with two tender fingertips. “Don’t tease my angel…”

“UGH—GOD.” A weak fist slams into the carpet you shudder and mewl beneath Bucky spreading you further apart, working those strong hips over and over, tunneling his way through you with his eyes rolled back into his head. Steve just smiles, glances between you two falling apart with pleased little chuckles. Bucky rages inside your squirting pussy, doing his best to hold out but you’ve got a chokehold on him so tough he’s right there. And it’s all Steve’s fault, who’s softly coaching in your ear,

“Come on angel…I know you need it…need it so damn bad don’t you…”

Coming to with a muted growl, Bucky spits down on Steve’s twirling fingers to help him out. He can feel how close your to cumming again he loves to watch your folds convulse all around him dumping out into your stretched entrance.

“Mmmhmmm,” You whine behind tight lips trying to catch your hasty breaths but your climax is coming on strong and these two won’t let up because they want it just as bad as you do. “Need you Cap…Bucky oh god!”

Steve goes on. “Feels so good when he’s fuckin you huh…so fuckin wet for us angel so beautiful…”

“Holy fuck!” Bucky shouts at the ceiling, locking his arms around your bent legs to drive it all home. Determined to reach deeper than Steve did earlier. Clenched teeth, snarling, sweating.

“Cum for us.” Steve’s still sweet in your empty head as you gawk up at your beast bruise your hips with his mighty thrusts, urging you to, “cum all over Bucky for me…”

Everything cell of your body goes numb once you finally relieve yourself, relaxing into the floor with silent sobs of joy. Pussy uncontrollably pulsating as Bucky slowly pumps his load in and out with a dazed grin, catching his breath with happy tired sighs. You could float away if Steve wasn’t holding you down with a draped arm across your stomach, licking and sucking beneath your jaw and ear. Legs still twitch and tremor.

“Such a mess,” Bucky smirks at your sloppy folds as he falls out of you, tracing a few fingers over the concoction of fluids. Looking down at you and Steve lying there stark naked and making out excites him like no other. Maybe this could work. Fixing his sticky fingers between his buzzing lips he goes to lie down beside you, and steals you away from Steve so you can see how amazing you all taste off his slithering tongue. Delicious and downright sinful. Steve has to find out as well, taking you away from his locked lips to have you again. A never ending game of tug of war and you loved the fight of who can have you next. Steve carefully hugs your cheeks with both enflamed palms as he hums with delight. Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You know, if you like it so much, you could just go down on her.” It’s his turn to kiss you Steve has had enough. He releases you with a tiny smack, heeding Bucky’s advice since he’s being an ass.

“Think I will,” he sighs turning your chin back to him lying in wait. “Don’t be too upset when I have her screaming into your mouth.” Steve teases as he kisses his way down your sternum. Your nerves jumping each time he lands one on your sensitive skin. You don’t know how much more you can take but you’re going to have to find out. Bucky takes you by the neck and jerks you closer.

“I make her scream, you make her scream, doesn’t matter,” his thumb brushes your jaw, he licks at your lips parting with a tiny moan. Steve’s lapping at your oozing hole with a haughty groan. “She’s ours.”

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ohpleaseone · 1 month

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if you wanna come, give my brother some

"fuck," bucky says under his breath. "can't believe you didn't tell me about her sooner." steve looks at you proudly, handing out a soft palm to your jaw. "c'mon, darling. show bucky what you do for me," he says. you nod, quickly bouncing on his length further. bucky doesn't bother to be even a little quiet or civil, he's completely shameless in front of his best friend whose girlfriend is fucking him like it's the last day of her life. he doesn't even try to stop his groaning, or even whimpering about how good you feel on him. no, he just lets it all out. although, steve doesn't look too mad about it. "fuck, baby, i'm gonna cum." he breathes, his calloused hands grabbing onto your ass. you feel your orgasm approaching far quicker than usual, a whine escaping your lips abruptly. you're so close that he can already feel your walls clenching. "shit, sweetheart. show steve what he wants to see, and make a mess all over my cock. hmm, just like that."

"fuck!" you yell, tears swelling in your glossy eyes as they roll to the back of your head. steve's hands quickly travel to your cheeks to wipe the tears that roll down them. shortly after, you feel bucky release into your walls with an almost primitive groan. his head rests against the headboard, breathing heavily.

"goddamn, steve. you're gonna have to share her."

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ohpleaseone · 2 months

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Cold Shoulder {3} || mafia!Bucky

Summary: Wedding plans are accelerated as Steve's health deteriorates. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, Steve's medical care, fluff, Catholic wedding (because it's the mafia) WC: ~3k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One || Part Two

Your fresh gel nails were already chipped as you nervously picked at them, waiting for the doctor to come back. The second the door opened, you rushed forward out of Bucky’s arms and confronted the middle aged man. “How is he?”

“It’s not good, I'm afraid.” The doctor sighed and gripped his medical bag tighter. “Mr Rogers is facing multiple organ failure, the dialysis can only do so much for his kidneys but there’s nothing we can do for his cardiomyopathy.”

“There must be something.” You choked on your words and your knees threatened to buckle before Bucky caught your waist and kept you upright.

“It will now be a matter of keeping Mr Rogers comfortable. I have left a prescription for his nurse - some drugs that will ease his suffering.”

“Thank you.” Bucky said quietly as he reached into his jacket and handed over a roll of cash, a bonus for keeping the visit off the books.

“Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, Mr Barnes.” He offered as he slipped the money into his bag and made his way to the door before stopping. “He also requested to speak with Miss Y/L/N, alone.”

You looked up to Bucky, frowning as you wondered what it was about before making your way to the door to the medical wing. You looked back at Bucky, silently wishing he would come as your support but he shook his head gently. “I’ll be right outside, love.”

The brass door handle was cold in your fingers and the door seemed heavier than ever as it swung open slowly, the sharp scent of disinfectant burning your nostrils as you stepped inside. It had only been an hour since you last saw Steve but after hearing the grim update he seemed to have deteriorated before your eyes and become a gaunt figure swallowed by the hospital bed he lay on.

“Hey.” Steve smiled weakly, his eyes a little glazed from the morphine that was being drip fed into his veins.

“You should be resting.” You chided as you took a seat on the edge of the bed and held his frail hand in yours.

“Soon.” He promised, his other hand trembling as he reached for the glass of water on the side table.

“Let me.”

Steve had given up arguing or trying to stop you from helping in the months since he had moved into the mansion, letting his hand fall to the white sheet as you picked the glass up yourself. His lips were pale and cracked as they pressed to the glass and you reminded him to take little sips, the medications leaving him nauseous if he ate or drank too fast.

“The doctor said you wanted to talk to me. Alone.”

“Mmmm,” he nodded with a yawn and pointed to the envelope beside the empty glass, “that’s for you.”

Your gut twisted and a cold chill rolled down your spine as you picked it up, the quiet sound of metal tinkling inside. Breaking the seal, you tore the paper apart and found two gold wedding bands with diamonds embedded the whole way around. Your heart thumped faster in your chest as he picked them up and placed them in the palm of your hand, closing your fist around them to keep them safe.

“Steve…” You choked. “I can’t.”

“They are family heirlooms and I want you to have them. At least this way I can be with you on your special day and every day after that.”

A sob broke from your chest at the reminder he wouldn’t live to see your wedding day and you heard the door open, Bucky crossing the room quickly to comfort you.

“Did you know about this?” You asked as you opened your palm and showed him the sparkling rings.

Bucky nodded solemnly as he rubbed your back. “He asked me to get them from his safe while you were out.”

You gripped the rings tighter and looked at Steve through misted eyes. “We’d be honoured to wear them, but you are still planning on breaking your promise. You said you would walk me down the aisle if I ever got married.”

“It wasn’t exactly planned.” He laughed before it turned to a cough. “You’ll have to take that up with god.”

“Get some rest, punk.” Bucky ordered as he saw Steve fighting back a yawn and looked at his watch.

Steve’s lips curled up into a smirk and he shifted to get comfortable in the bed. “I’ll rest when I'm dead, jerk.”

“That’s not funny, Steve!” You growled as you lightly slapped his leg before leaning forward and kissing his cheek then hopping off the bed. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“You too.”

Ascending the stairs was subdued and when you reached the bedroom neither of you spoke, undressing silently before climbing into the bed that suddenly felt too large with the distance between you. Something was weighing on Bucky and when you rolled over to face him he was staring absentmindedly at the ceiling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked quietly as you stroked the soft hairs across his chest and the cursive lettering of your name over his heart - the latest art addition to his skin.

His chest rose with a heavy intake and he ran his hand through his hair before tucking it behind his head. “You and Steve…”

“What about it?”

“You said you love him.”

“I do.” You nodded before your eyes widened and you laughed. “I love Steve but like a brother, baby, there’s never been me and Steve.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s…” He trailed off as his cheeks flushed red and he ran his hands down them to hide the scarlet blush.

Taking his hands in yours, you gently pried them away from his face and tried to understand what it was he was trying to say. The words repeated in your head until it clicked and you closed the space between you, your lips brushing softly against his.

“I love you, Bucky. I thought you knew that already and went without saying.”

“I guess I just needed to hear you say it.” He inhaled deeply and dropped his forehead to yours, savouring your words as he clasped your hands to his chest, over your name. “I love you too.”

“Good, because I want to marry you…tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He asked as if he had heard wrong.

“I know it’s sudden but I want Steve to be there and you heard the doctor…” You sighed as his face remained passive. “I understand if it’s too soon, everything already thinks it's crazy how quick we got engaged.”

“I don’t care about that, doll.” Bucky with a shake of his head. “I’d marry you this minute, I just don’t want you rushing into this before you are ready and regretting it later or resenting me.”

“Regret it? James, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.” You assured him. “I’m going to be yours and carry your name for the rest of my life - all I want is for it to happen sooner than we planned.”

“Shit.” Bucky sighed as he flopped back onto his pillow, missing the hurt crossing your face. “I was planning on making you scream my name all night but now I have arrangements to make.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped and bolted upright. “You mean-”

“Can’t promise it’ll be big or white but it’ll be a wedding.” He chuckled as you dove into his arms but after a moment he pulled away. “I can’t get anything done if I stay here, love. Go to sleep and I’ll make some calls.”

“How am I possibly going to sleep? We’re getting married tomorrow.”

Your excitement grew as Bucky tossed the blankets back and grabbed his phone off the charger, his proud smile sending your heart racing. You wanted to rush downstairs to tell Steve but he needed his rest so you flopped back amongst the sheets and tried to close your eyes. Within minutes you knew it was a losing battle and slipped from the bed to find Bucky in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand and his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear.

“Everything we had planned…but tomorrow.” He looked up as you closed the office door and placed his glass down, swivelling the chair so you could sit down on his lap. “I don’t care how much it costs, just do it. Fine, fine, just make it happen.”

Bucky ended the call and tossed the device on the desk. “You should be sleeping.”

“I tried. Who was that?”

“The event planner, she didn’t sound too happy.” He chuckled. “The Church is booked for 5pm - apparently I can put the fear of God into everyone except a man of God - he wouldn’t cancel the prior booking.”

“You know I would marry you at the courthouse.”

Bucky’s chest huffed and he reached around you to grab his drink. “My father would turn in his grave. Barnes’ and courthouses don’t go well together.”

Your head tipped back with a laugh and you would have teased him but his phone rang and you saw the contact for one of Bucky’s made men on the screen. “I’ll go make some coffee, looks like we are going to need it.”

The chime of the doorbell echoed through the living room and you blinked slowly as the sweet dreams receded from your mind and excitement for the day ahead flooded in. Your neck cracked as you sat up and found you had fallen asleep on the couch, a warm blanket covering your body that hadn’t been there before. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you heard Bucky’s hushed voice at the door before he led a horde of people inside and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Woke up just in time, gorgeous.” Bucky said with a smile. “They’re here for you.”

You took a longer look at the group and found their arms full of garment bags and material, surprise and warmth spreading across your chest as you closed the distance with Bucky and gave him a chaste kiss given the company. “You are amazing. I’m not even going to ask how you managed all this, did you even sleep last night?”

“I plead the fifth.” He smirked, turning you towards the stairs and his attention to the seamstress. “Make her exactly what she wants and I’ll waive your protection fees for the next six months.”

“I will, sir.” The seamstress promised as she bowed her head. “Thank you, sir.”

An hour later you were restless as you stood in the centre of the room, trying on the dress with the latest adjustment. You had been dressed and undressed more times in the hour than you had all week and the novelty was quickly wearing off. Unfortunately you only had eight hours left before the wedding so you had to push through and let the seamstress do her work with the help of her team.

Once again the dress came off and you were assured it was the last time as they sewed the train into place. “You can put your clothes back on now, I’ll just need you to choose the lace for your veil.”

You looked over the rolls of delicate designs before shaking your head. “I don’t think I’ll have one, it’s a bit old fashioned.”

“It’s traditional.” She tried to argue.

“I’ve made up my mind.” You reiterated as you stepped off the raised podium they had modelled you on. You grabbed your clothes and quickly pulled them on as you made your way to the door and paused to remind her once more for good measure. “No veil.”

“Where’s the head thing?” Steve asked the second you stepped out of the robing room. The seamstress pulled the creases out of the train and she scoffed before trying to hide the sound with a cough. “You look absolutely beautiful, but I thought you’d wear a, what is it?”

“A veil.” You laughed, taking the handles of his wheelchair and pushing him towards the nave where you would wait for your cue. “I’m walking into this with my eyes wide open, Steve. I don’t need the symbolism of a veil getting in my way.”

Canon in D began to filter through the door and broke the silence with gentle waves of melody as you waited beside Steve, the sweet scents of the bouquet tickling your nose. You expected to be nervous but the trembling in your hand was anticipation not trepidation and you wished the doors would open so you could hurry up and reach Bucky.

“Thank you for doing this.” Steve said as he put the brakes on his wheelchair and struggled to stand up. “For keeping my promise for me.”

“You make it sound like some hardship but you know I would do anything for you.” You curled your arm into his elbow and took his weight as his breathing laboured. “You don’t have to walk with me, Steve, just having you by my side is enough.”

“Fuck that.” He scoffed. “You didn’t see the hot chicks that are in there.”

“Jesus Christ.” You laughed as the doors began to open.

“What?” He smirked. “I’m stiff, not dead.”

Your laughter floated down the aisle and Bucky’s jaw dropped as he saw your bright smile above a dress that you were born to wear. It was elegant and timeless, regal and sexy, everything he already knew you were but now everyone else got to see. The pews on both sides of the aisle were filled with friends and family of the Cosa Nostra and they all rose to their feet as you made your way through the arches to the altar. Steve may have been surveying the women but you didn’t notice anyone as Bucky held you captivated front and centre.

You could hear Steve’s breath rattling as you reached the steps to the altar and Bucky descended to meet you. The glow of a thousand candles illuminated the church and left Bucky’s eyes shimmering like an orange sunset cast across the ocean waves and it was only Steve’s grip that kept you from reaching out for him.

“Told you she was special.” Steve croaked as he struggled to let go of you, his fingers finally moving to place your hand in Bucky’s. “I’ll haunt you if anything happens to her, I swear to god.”

“Ahem.” The priest cleared his throat with a look of disapproval before opening his latin bible.

“Sorry Padre.” Steve murmured before kissing your cheek and shuffling to the front row to take a much needed seat.

“You look so beautiful, doll.” Bucky beamed as you stood face to face, his hands holding yours as the priest began a prayer and ignored your whispers.

“Shh, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.” You said as you felt fresh tears prickling at your eyes and squeezed his hand. “I still can’t believe you pulled this off.”

“I had a lot of motivation.” He smirked before the priest covered the microphone.

“This is a sacred ceremony before God, a little respect James.”

You bit your lip to stop from smiling as Bucky pursed his lips, holding back from doing something that would probably get him arrested. Instead he decided to bite his tongue and still his hand, bowing his head and apologising under his breath so the priest would continue. You looked up from under your lashes, impatiently waiting to get to the best part.

Time slowed as the thick bible closed shut with a decisive thud and the priest signed the cross over you, finally giving Bucky the permission he was desperate for. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Bucky curled his arm around your waist and pulled you to the tip of your toes as he stepped closer, crushing his lips to yours as the crowd roared behind you. You had barely seen him all day and you were hungry for more, pulling him back by the lapels of his suit when his lips left yours. It was only the interruption from the priest that stopped you from reaching for the buttons of his shirt and you were brought back to the present and the reminder that you were in God’s house.

“Don’t worry, padre, four signatures and we’ll be out of your hair.” Bucky promised as he linked your fingers and raised them to his lips, the warm skin contrasting the cold metal of the rings Steve had given you. “Ready, Mrs Barnes?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You grinned, taking the first step towards the table that held the all important wedding certificate awaiting your signatures.

Your hand shook as you glided the fountain pen along the bridal line, happy hormones flooding your body with a high you never wanted to come down from. Next Bucky signed his formal name, his smile never wavering as he handed the pen to Steve as the first witness and then onto Sam as the second.

“It’s official, she’s your problem now.” Steve joked as he clapped Bucky on the back and kissed your cheek.

“Official.” You chuckled. “Bet you don’t hear that very often.”

Bucky shook his head with a theatrical shiver. “Feels dirty.”

“So dirty that you won’t want to consummate the marriage?” You teased in his ear. “It might be too official for you.”

“Oh, doll, I can do dirty things.” His arm pulled you closer and he buried his face in your neck, kissing his way to your ear as he left goosebumps over your skin. “You’ll see.”

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Hey lovey ! I hope you’re well 🥰

So , I’ve had this thought for a while now . Fake dating to lovers with mafia!Bucky . Bucky needs a date to an event so a mutual friend of yours asks you to accompany him . You’re shy and smiley compared to his big , grumpy personality. In the beginning of the night Bucky is cold , not even looking at you in the car ride while you try to make small talk and he gives you one word answers. You’re hurt but still try and make it look like you’re his girlfriend . As the night goes by , Bucky truly sees you . Your bright smile and sincere eyes , how genuinely sweet and kind you are . He slowly starts falling for you . So he starts making small moves . Putting his hand behind your chair and stroking your shoulder startling you . Putting his hand behind your neck while he’s talking with someone , making you look up at him with doe eyes , which makes him give you a small grin and kiss your forehead while gently massaging your nape . Pushing hair out of your face while you talk , making you stop mid sentence and shrugging his jacket to drape it over your shoulders when he sees you shiver.

Cold Shoulder || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, almost handjob in a public place, vaginal fingering. WC: 2650

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When Steve asked you for help you weren’t quite sure what you expected, it could have been anything from moving house to finding out what flowers to get a girl he fancied. That would have been easier than going on a fake date with one of his other friends ‘Bucky’. If the man was as great as Steve said he was, surely he could have found his own girlfriend instead of having to ask you.

You had already agreed to help before you knew the details, so there you were dressed to the nines for a fancy party in a country club you couldn’t even pronounce. You had been told 8pm on the dot and as the clock in your hallway began to ring its hourly toll a knock sounded at your front door. Steve had described Bucky as tall, dark haired and handsome but the man in front of you was the complete opposite.

“Can I help you?” You asked after the initial shock wore off.

“I’m here to collect a Miss Y/N, for Mr Barnes.” He said politely, almost bowing.

“Oh, where is Mr Barnes?” You frowned as you looked at the blacked out limo parked along the curb. “Too good to get out of the car?”

“Mr Barnes is a busy man.” The driver said diplomatically. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m sure.” You said with a tight lipped smile and grabbed your clutch before locking the door.

The driver walked ahead of you, opening the limo door and waiting for you to slide into the seat before closing it and speed walking all the way to the front. The man sitting perpendicular to you was definitely Bucky, an air of egotistical authority that might as well have had a neon sign spelling it out. You waited a moment, expecting him to look up and greet you but he continued to type away on his phone as if he couldn’t see you at all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You broke the silence, his ice blue eyes peeling away from the device long enough to appreciate the long slit up your freshly shaven legs before flicking back to the phone.

“You too.”

You rode in silence as the city apartments gave way to brownstones then eventually gated mansions. The perfectly manicured grass of the country club came into view under hundreds of strung lights and you looked ahead at the long winding driveway that separated the golf course from the club. Bucky’s fingers finally stopped typing and you watched the way he twirled his signet ring around his finger and you assumed it was a nervous habit but it looked far too sexy on him.

“Is there anything I should know before we get out there?” You asked as the car stopped under the porte-cochere, the valet already making his way to open the door.

“No.” His answer was clipped yet again as he pocketed his phone and moved to the seat next to you. “Just don’t embarrass me.”

If it wasn’t for Steve being such a good friend to you almost all your life you would have just stayed in the car and asked the driver to take you home, instead you just smiled as the door opened and accepted the gloved hand of the valet. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your ass as you stepped out of the limo, the flash of cameras nearly blinding you in addition to surprising you.

Bucky stepped out as gracefully as you would expect of a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, it was almost hard to peg him as the leader of crime syndicate when he looked like every other old money upper class man. His arm curled around your waist as he smiled for the photographers, your own smile shining bright before he led you through the entrance, dropping his arm in an instant. The cool exterior fell back into place and you turned your focus to the opulent decorations that adorned the grand hall.

Everything was over the top, from the ice sculptures of the New York skyline to the seven foot high champagne fountain that only a few of the taller men, including Bucky, could even reach without causing a catastrophe. You looked longingly at the bar but you stuck by Bucky’s side like a dutiful girlfriend would, chatting politely to other women who accompanied the men Bucky spoke to - wondering just how many of them were real or fake girlfriends too.

A few times you caught side glances from Bucky as he tuned into your conversations and compliments, a small smile curving his lips as you expertly deflected questions away about your ‘relationship’ without actually answering them. The more you spoke the more he seemed to pay attention to both you and the information Steve had given him. Bucky hadn’t believed what Steve had told him, no single woman could possibly tick all his boxes, but he had to admit his best friend was right. Aside from being beautiful, which he had noticed the moment you opened your front door, you had a kind smile that reached your eyes, a quick wit and Steve promised you knew the rules of the criminal underworld.

You almost jumped out of your skin when Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and your hand came to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his button as you tried to remember what the older woman in front of you was saying. Her eyes darted between you and Bucky, her smile intensifying as his hand drifted down your back and she took her leave with a knowing look. A look that said ‘I’ll leave you kids to it’.

“Was I not selling it?” You asked as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear, looking like any other loved up couple.

“What do you mean?” He asked as his hands locked behind your back, softly swaying to the music the live band was playing further in.

“I almost got frostbite from your cold shoulder.” You said as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up under your lashes, inhaling the unique scent of him mixed with the rich cologne he wore.

“I kinda was a jerk, wasn’t I?” He chuckled quietly and you knew that was the closest you would be getting to an apology from him, honestly it was more than you expected. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

His smile sent your tummy into a somersault and you wondered if he was normally this charming or if it was just for you, in the end you decided it didn’t matter, you were just going to enjoy it. He unhooked your arms and kept one hand in his as he made his way to the bar you had been eyeing up and ordered your favourite drink as you frowned.

“Steve gave me a few tips.” He smirked as he took the glasses to the table front and centre of the event.

“I should have known you wouldn’t be above insider trading.” You teased as you took your seat and relaxed as his arm came to rest along the back.

He leant in close as the rest of the seats quickly filled and the music came to a stop, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered. “There’s only one thing I want to be above.”

Your face flushed and you dipped your head down so he couldn’t see the effect he was having on you, your pupils dilating and lips parted at the sharp intake of oxygen. Your senses were on high alert and you froze as his cool fingers touched your heated cheek before brushing a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. You turned slowly, keeping your cheek to his fingers and relishing the cold touch of his digits, until you found his eyes in a heated stare at your lips.

“Hey Barnes?” You asked as your tongue moistened your lips and he bit his own, stifling a quiet groan. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

His hand laced into your updo, probably ruining the styling you had spent a long time achieving but you couldn’t care less as he drew you in closer. His kiss was the embodiment of who he was, it was hard and controlled, passionate and downright criminal. You could barely think, barely remember how to breathe when he pulled away and you saw his eyes wide and wild, ready for more.

Bucky looked at the Rolex on his wrist and groaned as he saw they were needed to make nice and shake hands at the event a little while longer, but all he wanted was to drag you back to the limo and roll up the blackout privacy partition. He had been given a window of heaven and now he wanted you to spread those pearly gates nice and wide for him, and you were absolutely willing. Your hand slipped under the table cloth and came to rest on Bucky’s thigh, slowly inching closer as he draped his napkin over his lap to hide where you were going.

“Steve didn’t mention this.” He said as he shifted in chair and returned his lips to your ears. “He assured me that you were a good girl.”

“I can be good, and I can be bad.” You answered with a sly smile as your palm reached the spot where his trousers were straining to contain his erection, pausing as you teased him. “Which would you like?”

“Bad, definitely bad.” He all but growled before placing his hand over the napkin and pushing your palm along his covered shaft, letting you feel just how long and hard he was for you. “It’s so much better when it's bad.”

Just as your fingers reached for his zip you heard Bucky’s name being called and froze as a stranger pulled his attention away. It was frightening to see an angry scowl fall over his face so quickly but he had just been interrupted on his way to a handjob. Thank god for the dim lights and his tailored suit, they were working overtime to hide the massive bulge that threatened to tear the material at the seams. You thought his reception to you was cold but it paled in comparison to this man’s as he whispered something in Bucky’s ear that he didn’t like. He was quick to recover from the news and held his hand out to you, deciding it was worth the introduction.

“Detective Wilson, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Bucky said as he laid his large palm over your nape, gently massaging the tension that the evening had created before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“It’s nice to meet you, Detective.” You said as you shook his hand, remembering your manners after the shock of Bucky’s affection.

“You too, and please call me Sam.” He smiled genuinely and lightly punched Bucky’s shoulder. “Look at you big dog, finally got a girl. Goodluck dealing with his grumpy ass everyday.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “What do I even pay you to do?”

“Look good for starters.” Sam winked, testing to see how serious Bucky was and given the way he pulled you closer to his side showed some serious possessiveness he hadn’t seen before. “I’m playing, boss, don’t start pouring concrete in my boots yet.”

The thought seemed to pass Bucky’s mind and Sam gave a quick wave as he backed away, his tan leather coat lifting enough to see the gun in a holster at his hip.

“He seems too nice to be a dirty cop.” You mentioned as you looked back at the retreating figure, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“Looks can be deceiving, after all, I thought you were too nice to be dirty and you surprised me.” He checked his watch again and the scowl returned as time seemed to be ticking by too slowly. He could control a lot of things in the city but time was not one of them, so with a huff he pushed your seat in as you sat down and joined you once again. “An hour, doll, then we can cut out early.”

You smiled sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him with innocent charm. “And go where?”

He almost bit straight through his lip as he looked at your doe eyes, the beautiful sight doing things to him a man of his sexual experience shouldn’t do - like damn near cream in his expensive suit for one. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he fired off a quick email to the event coordinator promising a large donation to the charity, his way of apologising for missing the main event. His fingers were like lightning and in seconds the email was sent and he was standing, his chair nearly tipping over with how fast he moved.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked needlessly as he held his hand out, his thick rings looking cool and inviting.

You placed your hand in his and giggled as he pulled you swiftly to your feet and off towards the exit. You could hear an announcer just getting started as you broke out into the evening air and shivered. The valet hadn’t expected anyone to leave so soon and he rushed out of the station to call Bucky’s driver around while you rubbed your arms furiously.

“Here.” Bucky said as he draped his warm suit jacket over your shoulders and you inhaled the scent you were quickly becoming addicted to.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned and rose on your tiptoes so you could give him a quick kiss but he had other ideas.

He stole your breath away as he wrapped you in his arms and shared even more of his warmth with you until his driver arrived with the promise of a warm dark space and a long drive ahead. Bucky didn’t even wait for the valet to reach them, opening the door for you himself before following you in and hitting the button for the partition, the dark glass slowly rising.

“Home, Coulson.”

You assumed he heard Bucky before the glass sealed shut and your tummy was back to somersaulting as Bucky’s hand rose up your thigh, brushing along the high slit as a very different shiver chased his touch.

“You know if we do this, I will make you mine.” He promised as his fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties and you nodded, you knew the rules. “No one will be allowed to touch what’s mine.”

“I know.” You moaned as he pushed the lace aside and ran a finger through your slick folds. “I know how the Cosa Nostra works.”

“You know what Steve let you see.” He countered, his slow strokes enough to distract you but not make your mind numb.

“Steve also thinks I am innocent.” You countered as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. “And I think we can both agree that is not the case.”

A quiet curse exhaled with Bucky’s breath and the control he had on himself was slipping, he had already slipped up by introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend. Sam wasn’t one of the businessmen he was trying to distract by having a pretty piece on his arm, there was no reason to keep the charade up when he came. Still, Bucky had practically announced his claim on you to the underworld already, knowing Sam would be telling everyone he met about you.

“Fuck it.” He growled before his lips crashed against yours and your hands laced in his hair, greedy for more.

Click here for part two.

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Double Trouble

Pairing: Stucky x F!reader

Warnings: MDNI (SMUT 18+), dom!Bucky, soft dom!Steve, sub!reader, dry humping, spitting, masturbation, double penetration, degradation kink/name calling (slut to reader), praise kink, threesome, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something

Length: 1.5k

Summary: Bucky will only allow you to let go if you have been good.

A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last Stucky post!

MDNI! 18+ ONLY! I cannot control what you consume so you have been warned!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You never imagined your life would turn out this way. You never imagined that you would be an Avenger, that you would have some sick ass powers, or that you would be in a relationship. The best part is that you didn’t have to stick to just one man, you had two very handsome super soldiers to keep your bed warm at night.

You gasp as you feel Steve bite the small area where your neck and shoulder meet. He quickly licks over it and places a small kiss to relieve the pain.

“Steve…” You moan out his name.

Steve silences you with a kiss on your lips. You lean into him, pushing Steve to sit on the edge of the bed. Once he sits down, you straddle his lap. You push your pulsing core onto his hard and clothed cock.

Steve hisses, pushing you down by your hips and lifting his. “There you go Honey, you’re being such a good girl.”

You moan at his words. “Please Stevie, I need more!” You whine.

“Don’t listen to her Steve, she has a whole lot more begging to do.” Bucky chimes in from his spot on the bed.

Bucky lays on his typical side of the bed, the left. He has his left arm propped behind him, his shirt off, a pair of gray sweatpants on, and his right hand in his boxers. His long hair is pulled back into a bun and his beard is long from not shaving in weeks.

You turn your head to look at Bucky. You can see the small movements his hand is making. He’s jerking himself off but he doesn’t want to come just yet.

“Please Bucky, Stevie said I was being a good girl!” You beg.

Bucky tilts his head to the side as Steve continues to kiss your neck. “You haven’t proven anything yet, Doll,” Bucky smirks at you.

You continue to grind down on Steve’s dick, chasing your orgasm. You weren’t close by any means, but any movement would bring it closer.

“Doll, you look pathetic trying to get off on Stevie.” Bucky laughs at you.

You moan at his words and feel Steve get harder. You lift your arms and Steve lifts your shirt off. He continues to lift his hips to meet yours as he rips off your bra and looks at your breasts. Steve licks his lips before putting his mouth onto one of your tits. He lightly grazes your nipple with his teeth before licking it and then gently sucking. You moan and arch your back, pushing your breast further into Steve’s mouth.

“Please Stevie, please make me feel good!” You moan, sounding breathless.

“Be a good girl and I’ll let Stevie make you feel good,” Bucky tells you.

You look at him and see that he’s moving his hand faster, a sign that you were being a good girl. You continue to roll your hips onto Steve, allowing him to be the one in control. Steve switches breasts, making sure to give it the same treatment.

You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. You know you can’t let loose without Bucky’s approval or without Steve feeling equally as good.

“Stevie…. Bucky… I’m about to-!” You can’t let the words out, too focused on moaning.

Steve releases your breast from his mouth and turns to Bucky. “Should we let her?”

“Hmmm…. Do you think she’s been a good enough girl?” Bucky asks as he watches your hips move more erratically, trying to find some relief.

Steve lets out a moan as you rub him in the right spot. “Mmh… She’s been an angel Buck. Maybe after I’m done with her you can try her out.”

You moan at the sensation. The boys talking to each other like you weren’t there made you feel something. As well as his hard cock hitting your cunt in the most delicious way.

“Ok, you can let her come.” Bucky finally agrees, moving his hand at the same speed you’re thrusting your hips.

“Yes! Thank you, Bucky! Thank you!” You moan in excitement as Steve goes back to kissing your neck, this time massaging your tits with his hands.

The room is filled with your impatient moans, Steve’s heavy breathing, and Bucky jerking himself off. You start to feel your orgasm coming, the familiar pull exciting you.

“Stevie, I'm so close! Yes right there! Keep going! Yes!” You moan.

Finally, you snap. You feel your orgasm course through you, your toes curling with pleasure, and the most filthy moan escaping your lips. Steve and Bucky follow behind you, feeling the relief you feel.

“Come here Doll,” Bucky motions for you to come to him.

You obey him, leaving Steve to ride out his orgasm. You crawl to Bucky and let him help you straddle his lap. One thing about these super soldier men, they can go all night.

“Are you going to be a good girl again and let me claim the sweet pussy?” Bucky asks, cupping your cunt.

You push yourself down harder, wanting him to take you. “Yes, Sergeant.”

“Good girl.” Bucky lifts you and walks over to Steve who already has his boxers off. “Stevie, why don’t you help our girl?”

Bucky sets you down and makes you stand between Steve’s legs. Both men help you out of your jeans and underwear before Bucky makes you widen your stance, placing your hands on his chest. Then you feel it. Steve’s long and thick finger is stretching your hole. Slowly but surely he stretches you out, adding one finger after the other until you are prepped for his cock.

“She’s ready Buck,” Steve says from behind you. You turn to Bucky and see that he is naked now.

Bucky helps Steve get his thick cock in you, making sure that the two of you are comfortable. You moan as his throbbing tip is at your entrance, feeling how good Steve is stretching you. Bucky then pushes you back onto Steve before settling above you, thrusting into your pussy without any warning. You let out a loud yelp that is followed by a moan.

Both men slowly pull out until only their tips are inside of you. They thrust back in, their hips flushed against yours. They repeat their movements, changing their speeds. Bucky would go fast while Steve would go deliciously slow, and vice versa. You moan pornographically, their movements being everything you want.

“Look at her Stevie, she’s a slut!”

“Makes me wonder why we fuck her and not each other, we don’t do around acting like a porn star, right Buck?”

“Mhm, that’s right Stevie!” Bucky wraps his left arm around your neck and gives it a light squeeze.

“Yes! Please! Treat me like a slut!” You moan.

Bucky leaves his hand around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. He gently moves your neck to the side before leaning down to kiss Steve. Bucky forces his tongue down Steve’s throat and he hums in approval. You moan at the sight. The super soldiers thrusting into you, treating you like a toy, but being into each other.

Bucky gently squeezes your throat once more. “You like that slut? Do you like us treating you like you’re not even here? You like that we’re fucking you because no one else will ever be allowed to touch you?”

You nod your head quickly, your breaths coming faster. You start to feel your orgasm coming again. Hearing Bucky degrade you and the slapping of your skin against both men brings you closer to the edge.

“We’re going to fill her Stevie. We’re going to make sure that the slut knows she belongs to us and only us.”

They both start to go in sync, almost as if they practiced it. Like they knew you would be a goner.

“Yes, Bucky! Yes Stevie! Yes! Yes! YES!” You start to moan louder and louder. “Please, I'm so close! Let me come! Please!”

Steve starts to kiss your neck again, biting hard. You moan and Bucky silences you, his tongue pushing past your lips. You lean further into Bucky, tasting Steve on his lips. Bucky kisses you like he’s starving and you’re his next meal. Bucky leans back and grabs your chin with his left hand. He tilts your head back and makes your mouth stay open. He then spits into your mouth, ordering Steve to do the same. Both men spit in your mouth multiple times before Bucky forces you to close your jaw.

“Swallow and I’ll let you come.” You gladly drink their spit.

Bucky nods at Steve and her reaches between your bodies until he gets to your clit. He plays with your clit, making sure that you can only feel pleasure. You feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach build up. Your toes start to curl with anticipation. You can tell that both men are close as well, their thrusts turning sloppy.

“I’m going to come! You moan out.

Bucky and Steve thrust three more times before you unravel. You yell their names as you feel your orgasm wash over you. Both men stay in you and thrust until they come. Bucky and Steve come at the same time, Steve holding the back of Bucky’s neck to pull him for a kiss. They kiss until every last drop of their come is in you.

“You are a good girl.” Bucky praises you.

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i'm having mob!stucky thoughts😳🤤

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My little art tribute to Bucky Barnes <3

I talked about this a lot before, but I started to really appreciate him as my disability representation. It gets me so emotional, especially the Wakanda scenes, when he’s at peace & without prosthetic arm. I truly hope he’ll get some happy story-lines in the future.

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Watchful Eyes

CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU

summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.

a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please don’t be discouraged by the word count - I promise you it’s worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try 💛)

word count: 10.8k

warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!

ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

“Can you start Monday?”

“I can start Monday.”

“Perfect.”

Holy fuckidy fuck fuck.

You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch.

It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEO’s of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things.

There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEO’s home.

The good thing - or bad thing, you weren’t sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person.

The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did.

The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away.

You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you.

“Who are you?” You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul.

Holy Shit.

Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer.

Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.

“I’m the new maid, sir. I’m so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.”

Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadn’t planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didn’t mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasn’t the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.

“Well I’m here aren’t I?” His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare.

“Right. Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.” You turned to leave again but he stopped you.

“No need. I am on my way out.” The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.

“Don’t snoop.” He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you weren’t sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you.

Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.

The place was huge, you’d already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasn’t dirty per se - just had the usual dust you’d expect in a place this size with only one person living in it.

You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner.

“What ya doing, punk?” The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve.

“Just making sure things stay in order.” He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.

“Heard Nat got you a new maid.” Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. “That her?”

His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement.

“She’s pretty,” Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. “But I bet you don’t care anyway. You’re all ‘don’t sell my stuff’ and ‘having things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassing’. Wouldn’t know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.”

“Because it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they don’t do the same.” Of course, Steve knew you were ‘pretty’. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.

Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Nonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.” And then he pushed off the sill. “I think it’s time for you to get laid again. And that’s why I’m a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.”

Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. “I don’t need your wing-maning me. I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious, Buck.”

“You can thank me later.” He stout towards the door. “You know... after you’ve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.” Bucky winked before his face disappeared again.

Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen.

As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly.

❁ ❁ ❁

“We’ll get one more round of the good stuff.”

“Of course Mr. Stark.” Tony winked and patted his waitress’s butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar.

Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid.

“God, I love that thing,” Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.

“You better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.” Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table.

“So...” Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. “You see anything you like?” He gestured at the bar where Tony’s carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadn’t made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City.

It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasn’t feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease I’m about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted.

Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Oh, apparently you have...” Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steve’s crotch and back up just as fast. “Well then,” he leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Which one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.”

“Just shut up, punk.”

“Okay you don’t have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.” He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. “You better be in a good mood tomorrow.”

Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with ‘the good stuff’ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible.

But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasn’t fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends.

He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Sam’s kids and nephews rather than listen to Tony’s latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction.

“Earth to Rogers,” Sam’s finger snapped in front of Steve’s face. “What this I’m hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?”

“She sold his stuff on Craigslist.” Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them.

“You aren’t serious.”

“I really liked that tie,” Steve grumbled into his cup.

“Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.”

“You’re rich, too, Sam.”

Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasn’t any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.

“Well, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But he’s refusing to see it.”

Tony chuckled. “Well, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isn’t it.”

Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now.

“To new maids that aren’t selling your clothes on the internet then.” He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked.

And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation.

❁ ❁ ❁

It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great.

By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You weren’t surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogers’s apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which weren’t. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldn’t forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.

You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment.

Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite.

With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldn’t spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogers’s daily schedule.

You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - you’d noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where you’d think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ‘not snooping’ you desperately wanted to do.

You knew better though.

People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible.

Of course, you didn’t stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.

Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of women’s underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so.

So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work.

Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steve’s non-existent sex life, he couldn’t imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home.

Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just weren’t for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.

He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him.

The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it weren’t for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasn’t right.

Steve knew that you weren’t usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary.

It was worrisome.

He couldn’t place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him.

He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadn’t seen in them before.

You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet.

“I am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t realize it was this late already.” You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. “I’ll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.”

Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didn’t immediately snap back into the caster. “The subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.” You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. “And do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital they’re taking people? Because it’s so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didn’t know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This won’t happen again I promise-“

“Hey,” Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. “It’s alright.” He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. “Are you okay? Do you need a day off?”

Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldn’t believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock.

“No... no, I’m fine.” You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little.

“Then take a breath for me, please.” You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore.

You were fine - that’s what you had said. But you didn’t quite seem that way.

He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward.

“I’ll clean this up real quick and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadn’t been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Bucky had meant by ‘interested’, but Save decided it would do for now. “You can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. I’ll be in my office for some time, so please don’t rush. I didn’t mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.”

His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. “O- okay.”

He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall.

After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadn’t welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didn’t mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through.

Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back.

The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions.

He couldn’t help himself, you were just so pretty.

The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasn’t that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didn’t know him well enough yet.

You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit.

“Well done,” Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise.

“Woah, didn’t see you there, Sir.” You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didn’t want that.

“Would you like some coffee?” He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage.

But you shook your head, raising your hands. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you’ve got work to do...”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it were an inconvenience.”

You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him.

“You seem uncomfortable,” he tried, cautious not to intrude.

“I’m not. It’s just that... I’m not used to,” you gestured around the kitchen, “all this.”

“I know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.” Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.

You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didn’t feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didn’t know if he could actually stand it for long.

“You got this job through Bucky’s assistant, right?”

“Natasha, yes. She’s my best friend.” Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you.

“How long have you known each other?” He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips.

“We’ve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. It’s nice to have her back.”

“That does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.” Steve smiled reminiscent.

“Right, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.” You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. “Sorry, but it’s hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.”

Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didn’t appreciate it... it just used to be simpler.

“Yes, Bucky is my oldest friend... we’d lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.”

“You don’t mean that,” you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest he’d ever heard.

“Of course not.” He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool.

“I should go,” you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy.

This was definitely new.

❁ ❁ ❁

The next week was pure torture.

Steve couldn’t work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldn’t go to work later to at least catch a ‘good morning’ from you.

It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there.

Steve’s work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.

It wasn’t until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before.

“I’m headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?” Sharon popped her head through the door of Steve’s office after the knock she placed there.

Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early!” She beamed and Steve just waved her off.

The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ‘not suited for work’ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was.

Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell.

His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants.

“Jesus Christ,” He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip.

His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video.

Steve’s eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress.

Steve’s fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer.

For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream.

Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now.

❁ ❁ ❁

“So... how’s it going?” Nat’s voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises.

“It’s going really good. I don’t see him that often but he’s not messy at all, so it’s really not that bad.”

“Good, I’m glad!” Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. “Anything you wanna tell me?” Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, we’re stating the obvious here. He’s hot!”

“Nat!” You gasped appalled. “I’m not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.”

“Why not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,” she stated plainly and shorty after a distant ‘You got that right, doll!’ was heard through your speaker.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying.

“So...?”

“Okay, yes he’s super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?”

“Yes, very.”

You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Roger’s apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. “Good. I can’t believe I just made me say that out loud.”

“We both know it’s true. No shame in a little crush.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?

“Great, now I’m actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,” You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks.

“I knew it!”

“Nat, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, but-“ and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter.

You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. You’d never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated.

Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again.

Happy one month!

Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.

Happy one month.

You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.

You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, you’d even said it out loud - how embarrassing!

“Okay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,” you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed.

“It’s not embarrassing if nobody saw. I’m the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.” Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet.

“This never happened,” you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. “Just move on with your day.”

Thank god it wasn’t kitchen day - you wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.

With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work.

It’s just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office.

Just like any other day...

❁ ❁ ❁

Boy, had you never been any more wrong.

Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadn’t gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set.

But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good.

“Hello?”

“Good evening!” Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. “I am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“That’s alright, what do you need?” You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogers’s assistant.

“Well, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?”

“What? When?”

“Now would be amazing.” Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet.

“I can be there in thirty minutes,” you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end.

“Amazing! Thank you so much.”

She had hung you before you could even answer. It didn’t matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate ‘getting fired’ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk.

You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.

❁ ❁ ❁

8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island.

Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didn’t quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“What did I do?” It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didn’t need to see how worried you really were.

To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top.

“You forgot your flowers.”

“My... my flowers?” He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too.

“Yes... I got you flowers. You’ve officially been working here for a month. That’s a record.” He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m... very picky.”

His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didn’t exactly say.

“So, I’m not fired.” God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now.

“On the contrary.” Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. “I think I can trust you. I’m very pleased with your work. You deserve them.”

“I do?” You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near.

“Can I trust you?”

His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. “Ye- Yes.”

“Good.” His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch.

Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display.

You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?

His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Roger’s hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face.

So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well.

Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours.

Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently.

Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasn’t the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace.

No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air.

Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his.

“You’re very good at this.”

He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Up.” He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm gonna show you how good I am at this.”

Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one you’d secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you weren’t scared.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine.

“I knew it,” you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient.

“The way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?” A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. “You need somebody to take care of you, huh.”

You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. “Ah, yes.”

“Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m right here. I’ll take real good care of you.” His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them.

You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. “So needy.”

His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core.

“Feel so good, so big,” you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world.

“You can’t wait any longer, can you, Bambi?” His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. “But I get it. I don’t wanna wait any longer, either.”

In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. “So pretty.”

“I need you,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Believe me, I need you too.” He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that.” You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind.

“Oh, god.” A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out.

“This isn’t enough, is it, Bambi?” He dragged a strong finger up your spine. “You need me to fill you all the way up, don’t you? Need me to mark you, show everyone you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.” You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldn’t wait to feel him raw - you’d let him do anything.

You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasn’t perfect about him?

“You’re so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, aren’t you? You’ll suck me right in, I just know it.”

“Please! I wanna feel all of you.” Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you.

His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure.

He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, baby girl. You’re so tight. You’ll be so stuffed with me.”

“I need you de-. I- ah just please!”

He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs.

You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. “Gripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?” He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him.

“I can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.”

“Fuck.” Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm.

“I’m so close already, sir. I’m-”

“Fucking call me Steve,” he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. “You gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?”

You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating.

“I-“Another scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again.

“That was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? I’m so fucking close.”

His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder.

“’S too much! Ah!” You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.

“You’re doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.” He kissed your neck and bit your skin. “So fucking beautiful, how’d I get so lucky?”

“Steve!” You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach.

“I’m almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.” His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”

“I don’t know if I-“

“Yes, you can!” Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind.

“I’m gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. You’re mine.”

“Steve! Steve!” You couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer.

“Wait. Almost there.”

“I can’t. I can’t! I’m- Oh my god!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. “Cumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.” He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest.

Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you.

“You did so good.” His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. “Now, rest. You deserve it.”

And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.

He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you weren’t there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him.

A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe you’d gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure.

But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication you’d show up soon. Steve really couldn’t push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone.

“Good morning, Sharon.”

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I’m just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.”

“What? Until when?”

“She didn’t say. But she’ll call when she is better.”

“Do you know what she has?”

“I believe that’s private. Mr. Rogers.”

Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head.

“Would you be so kind so send me her number?” He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away.

“Of course, one second.” And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant.

“Thank you.” Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as.

Steve didn’t hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker.

“Hello?”

Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful.

“Mr Rogers,” you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Why’d you stop?

“Yes... I heard you’re sick. Do you need anything?” He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didn’t want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning.

“No, no. I’m good thank you.” There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didn’t understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?

“Well... I hope you are able to come back soon.”

You huffed into the phone. “Uh, yes. Okay.”

“Alright, then. I’ll see you.”

“I’ll see you.”

And then the line went dead. And Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you weren’t going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didn’t happen of course.

So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasn’t exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts.

First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m.

It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, he’d go insane.

His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything.

The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door ‘ding’ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud.

Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited you’d shown up - visibly well and healthy that was.

You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didn’t know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to - he wanted to so badly.

His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom.

He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard.

“What are you doing?” His voice was higher than he anticipated.

“I’m working,” you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off.

“Why?” Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.

You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. “I’m working because, unlike other people, I can’t just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,” you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.

Though, Steve couldn’t quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? You’d said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didn’t make sense.

Steve didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by.

You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldn’t quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead.

In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.

Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on his–

*smack*

His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin.

“You don’t have to mock me, okay?! I know it’s embarrassing and it’s stupid what we did, so please don’t make this more difficult.”

“What?” Steve was baffled, hurt.

It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra.

“Just leave me alone. Don’t you have work to do?”

He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - he’d never do that. “I called in sick. I was so... forget it.”

You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldn’t stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey he’d only use you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. “Do you really regret what we did?”

Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them.

“No,” you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat.

He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. He’d come this far and didn’t want to mess it all up again. “Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I'm not ignoring you.” It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. “We don’t know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re you and I’m just the maid.” You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasn’t right.

He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. “And what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?” Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. “I like you. And the night– ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.”

He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. “Please say something, Bambi.”

“You like me?” There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist.

Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. “I do.”

He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much.

His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation.

Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldn’t possibly believe you’d doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldn’t need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.

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