Summary: You leave bed before Bucky can say good morning.
Word count: 1.8 K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Frumoasă is pregnant, Bucky is feral. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.
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If Bucky could mainline you straight to his veins, he would. He woke up feening and alone.
The moment he stepped into his en suite that morning, which was your bathroom now too, a primal pull drew him on a string to you.
You were standing at the mirror trying to tame your hair in just white cotton panties and Bucky’s dress shirt from the day before, partly for use as a robe, but mostly for his smell.
At the sight of you in his shirt, diamond on your finger, pregnant with his child, something in his chest tightened.
Mine he thought.
You tried to focus on fixing your hair, but the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror was distracting as hell. There were a few other things that had changed about you in the last few weeks: your appetite, your energy level, but the best and the worst was your sex drive.
“You’re staring again,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror and trying to pretend you didn’t want him to slut you out.
“Sorry,” offered Bucky, who was leaning on the wall behind you, smirking and probably reading your mind.
He was definitely not sorry.
“Can’t help it, Frumoasă.”
You raised an eyebrow at him over your shoulder at his cracked voice.
“You can’t?”
You destroyed him with a look. He couldn’t take how beautiful you were. You standing there, no makeup, all that hair, his white shirt and panties. He never knew that Jockey that made lingerie to turn him on, but here you were.
And Bucky was so weak for you.
“No. I can’t. You’re too beautiful.”
But the way he was looking at you, eyes burning you, that tongue peeking out of his mouth as if recalling your taste on his lips; it made you shiver.
Bucky strode toward you, so gotdamn handsome in the mirror that you didn’t want to turn around and see the real thing.
He was clad only in low slung grey sweatpants, the bulge in them growing by the second, his abs standing out, his tiny nipples erect. The medal on his golden skin gleamed and you longed to bite it between your teeth as he stroked his thick cock inside you.
Bucky Barnes’ blue gaze had you in a chokehold.
Fuck, you wished he would choke you while he fucked you hard, but he stopped with the breath play the moment he found out you were pregnant.
Your eyes glazed over and your mouth dropped open in a small pant as your pussy clenched down on nothing, thinking of how Bucky handled you on his cock.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Frumoasă?” Bucky teased, eyes locked on you when you turned your dreamy eyes on him.
You pretended you didn’t notice and refocused on arranging your curls. The sharp points of your breasts under his shirt might have been a clue however, and if he could see between your legs, he might have ascertained a wet spot.
Bucky’s voice was low and rough around the edges as he moved closer to you, watching as you as your fingers pulled through your hair again, your arms akimbo and offering the perfect view of your body.
He also didn’t miss the smile that played on your lips after what he asked. He knew what you were thinking.
Your hands fell from your thick hair to your hips and your eyes zeroed in on his bulge.
“My eyes are up here, Baby.”
Bucky’s firm hands were sliding over your hips now, pulling you back against him. His lips brushed your shoulder.
Slow. Lazy. Possessive.
His hands moved to your belly, his fingers spreading possessively over the softness there. There was only the slightest change, but Bucky noticed everything. His breath moved over your neck and made you shiver as he kept eye contact in the mirror.
“Bucky… got to get ready,” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his fingers smoothed down the curve of your waist.
“Not yet…”
A hand slid under the hem of the shirt. You inhaled shakily.
“I woke up, and you weren’t in bed.”
His voice was low, rough, and thick with desire.
You swallowed hard.
“Because I was getting ready to—“
“You’re supposed to be in my arms,” he interrupted.
His words sent heat through your body as his hands tightened on your hips. And you felt him, hard, ready, and pressing against you from behind.
You gripped the vanity with trembling fingers. He chuckled, his hips pressing into you.
“You’re wearing my shirt, looking like this, carrying my baby. You’re killing me,” he looked up at you in the mirror those blue eyes destroying your soul.
“You know that right? You drive me crazy,” he murmured, voice thick with need as his hands glided higher over your ribs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts.
You gasped, body weak against the hard planes of his torso and Bucky groaned, his large hands extending and gripping your nipples gently. He rolled them lightly, his hands working under his shirt, and a moan escaped you.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?”
You didn’t have time to respond before he spun you around, lifted you on top of the counter, and stepped between your legs. Bucky’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider.
And just like that, going out was forgotten because Bucky was between your legs, his long, hard cock pressing against your melting pussy, kissing you like he was starving. His palms were hot on your skin, fingers gripping, claiming, and dragging you closer.
You gasped into his mouth, and he deepened the hot, slow, and delicious kiss like you two had all the time in the world.
Like he wanted to devour you.
“Bucky, Baby—”
You barely got his name out before his fingers tightened, and suddenly your back was pressed to the mirror, legs wrapped around his waist, body caged in by his. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it open, baring your skin to his.
You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as they swept over you, hunger rolling off him.
“Shoulda stayed in bed, baby,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck and his hands spreading you wider.
“I was going to meet Peach for brunch,” you whimpered.
In the back of your mind, you were certain that this was a plan between him and Steve to keep you both in the house after what happened in Atlanta after New Years.
Bucky chuckled, his breath hot against your skin and his teeth grazing your collarbone.
“I’m sure she’s busy as well.”
You shook your head and smirked as his mouth moved lower, dragging down your stomach, over your hip, until he was kneeling between your legs.
“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice dropping into a rough whisper as he looked up at you with those baby blues.
“About this body. About what we made together. About how deep a part of me lives inside you.”
His hand drifted over your stomach, then slid down to the waistband of your panties, teasing.
Your breath hitched, “Bucky!”
His palmed your clit and slipped three fingers along the cut of you, playing in your slick, teasing.
“So fucking wet. Here, taste.”
And he inserted his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes closed as you sucked yourself off of him, but they flew open when you felt something sharp and cold against your skin.
Bucky had picked up your hair shears from the vanity and was using them to cut your panties off.
“James!”
Bucky outright laughed as you moved your mouth and prepared to gripe at him, until he got on his knees. He settled between your legs, pushing between them with his shoulders and stared at you.
You were glistening, slick and swollen, your body so fucking ready for him.
He dragged his wet fingers through your folds, pressing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your hips jerk up.
You were desperate for more.
“Look at you,” he murmured, watching you fall apart.
You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, watching as you gasped, your body clenching around him.
“So tight. So fucking perfect.”
Bucky added another, stretching, preparing, feeling your pussy adjust to him.
You moaned, arched, writhed, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Bucky had ever seen.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your slick heat, tasting, devouring, and feeling your body tremble under his grip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, and begging for more.
“Please, Bucky, please!!!”
Your fiancé smirked into your pussy.
“Impatient?”
You whimpered, your hips jerking as he held you down, licking slowly, deeply, watching you come undone.
“You’re perfect like this,” he mumbled into your cunt.
At this point, you were shaking and gasping. Bucky didn’t stop until you were arching off the vanity, crying out his name, legs shaking around his head as you came.
He wiped his mouth as he watched you come down and trying to close your legs although he still had one thigh in his grip.
Your drooping eyes widened as he lowered the waistband of his sweats, pulled you forward by your hip, and lined himself up.
“Need more. Need to be inside you.”
“Please!”
It was an over stimulated plea, but it died on your lips in a moan. Bucky held your gaze as he pushed inside your wet, hot pussy.
“Tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfect.”
Your fingers clenched his shoulders and you let out a breathy moan, making him almost lose it right there. Bucky sunk deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him.
“That’s it, mama. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock.”
He groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you tighten and pulse around him, sucking him in deeper.
Bucky pulled back and thrusted back hard, watching the way you face twisted in pleasure.
“Mine.”
He said it aloud this time.
Bucky gripped your hips, pinning you down, fucking you slow and deep. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.
“Eyes on me.”
His voice was rough and demanding.
“That’s it. Take me. Take all of this cock.”
Your nails dragged down his back until you were too weak to hold on, your body shuddering from wave after wave of pleasure, which spiked when the splashes of his hot cum hit the convulsing walls of your cunt.
Bucky held you tight and kissed the top of your head.
“You don’t leave the bed without saying good morning.”
“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Sir.”
“Smartass. Let’s teach it a lesson.”
You thought Bucky Barnes was done.
But when you slid down to your feet, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. You felt his cock get hard again and press against your bottom.
You gasped.
“James!”
“You’re gonna be a little late for brunch, Frumoasă.”
Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is a mob boss trying to get clean. Maybe it’s because he’s in love. With you. He's got you on his turf in NYC. Are you finally willing to admit that you want to be with him?
Pairing: Art Dealer/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)
A/N: I love these two like I can’t explain. The slow burn speeds up a lil bit in this. There’s some action. 🥹 This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and DIRECTLY AFTER the events in the Steve Rogers fic Peach IV. Your interaction keeps me writing, so let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angst. Slow burn, EXTREME Mutual pining, idiots in love, lusting, dancing lessons, use of the words ‘mad’ and ‘crazy,’ Bucky is a jerk, boy do you get jealous. Kissing and heavy petting in the form of oral sex, female receiving. Lil bit of Dom Steve if you squint. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.
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“Welcome to SOB’s.”
You were one of the first awardees up to present to the group. Each recipient picked a NYC area artistic landmark to research and lead the others on a tour, discussing the significance to the art form for which they received funding.
As always, you were going outside of the box.
You looked around and concentrated on not staring at Steve. He looked so fine, foregoing his tailored sport coats this evening for a black pullover pushed up on his hairy, corded forearms.
Dark jeans clung to his thighs and black boots encased his huge feet. What he was wearing highlighted every physical attribute that made you weak. He was quite the distraction, but you were a professional.
You smiled at your cousin and Bucky, who were beaming at you, and began.
“Sounds of Brazil isn’t just a club—it’s a melting pot of culture, rhythm, and history that’s been bringing global sounds to the city since 1982.”
You moved around the relatively small dark space, but then a screen came down on the stage and a slide show of performances danced across it, with accompanying music flowing from the speakers.
“SOB’s started as a space to showcase Brazilian, Latin, Caribbean, and African music, and quickly became a go-to spot for hip-hop, R&B, and reggae too. The Afro-Caribbean Queen herself, Ms. Celia Cruz, as well as Marc Anthony, J Cole, HER and Mac Miller (rest his soul) have all rocked this stage.”
You were silent for a moment and then continued.
“This place is more than music; it’s about community, culture, and the celebration of diverse sounds. For me, dance is life. And it’s music such as what was fostered here that inspires me. It’s places like this that give life to the creativity of my art and my soul.”
“The vibe here is immaculate. It’s intimate, electric, and always unpredictable. Just imagine the countless artists who’ve poured their souls into performances right on this stage.This isn’t just a club, it’s a meld of culture, rhythm, and history that’s been bringing global sounds to the city since 1982.”
The video and music turned to Celia Cruz’s “Toro Mata” and three beautiful women, who looked like showgirls, came from backstage.
“In February, Salsa Groove starts at SOB’s with free salsa lessons, happy hour, and many other fun things. These ladies are here to give us a preview, so find a partner and let’s dance!”
Sharon moved toward Steve, but Sam grabbed her and she plastered on a fake smile. You smiled over at your cousin who was currently in the process of being caught up in the arms of James Buchanan Barnes.
Activity swirled around you as the dance instructors organized groups to teach, but you and Steve were left in the center of the dance floor.
You smiled at him.
“Looks like I get to teach you Mr. Rogers.”
“Lucky me. Hope your feet survive.”
His sexy chuckle did you in as you slid into his arms. You placed your arms in the right position, but shifted to help him adjust.
“Relax your shoulders,” you murmured, stepping closer and running your hand along his broad trapezius muscles.
Your voice was warm and laced with patience as you looked into his eyes.
“Salsa isn’t just about the steps. It’s about how you feel the music.”
“I feel it,” replied Steve, swallowing as he watched your hips move effortlessly with the rhythm. You made it look easy, natural and beautiful. He, on the other hand, felt a little bit out of sync, out of breath, and out of his depth.
You took his hand, lacing your fingers through his, your palms pressing together and conducting electricity.
“Start with the basics,” you whispered, guiding him.
Steve looked down to catch the rhythm and you pulled his arm around you tighter, causing you two to meld even closer together.
“Don’t overthink it. Just listen to me.”
Steve nodded and looked into the kaleidoscope depths of your eyes.
And he listened.
He listened to the way your breath hitched as his hand slid to your waist.
And he noticed.
He noticed the way your eyes flickered to his lips when you moved together in sync, your bodies sinfully connected.
“That’s it,” you said, your voice lower now, “Now, feel me.”
You guided his hand to your lower back, and his fingers instinctively pulled you more firmly against him. This power from him made you high along with the way your body fit against his.
You moved in perfect harmony.
“Better,” you murmured as you watched his mouth again.
Steve was found himself smiling, his steps more fluid now, as if he’d been dancing with you forever. His confidence grew with each turn, each time your bodies came in contact.
And when you finally spun into him, your palm resting against his chest, your breaths mingling in the space between you, he knew this wasn’t just a dance.
It was his chance.
Steve was about to lean in to kiss you when a slow clap began, started by Sharon.
You both looked around, surprised there was anyone else there. The music had stopped.
“Great job, Mr. Rogers. You made that look convincing.”
Sharon’s voice grated on your nerves but you had to laugh at your cousin giving her the gas face. You just rolled your eyes. Not even she could bring you down at the moment.
“SOB’s opened early just for us, we have another hour to dance and have fun. I’d love to talk more if you all are inspired. Have fun!”
Steve stood back and admired you, his creative queen, as the others swarmed around you.
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The way you moved made Steve Rogers feverish.
The sway of your hips hypnotized him and he had to concentrate very much to appear unbothered. The smell of you made his cock thicken and gotdamn, when you laughed his stomach did flips.
He’d pay a million dollars to the first person who convinced you to kiss him.
He’d pay you ten million for each kiss you’d give him willingly.
Steve was down bad.
The nail in his coffin was your creativity and bravery; the way you shared your opinions on your art and everything else made him mad with desire.
He now fully understood Bucky’s insistence to get fully clean. Steve was glad they were so close to the finish line and was willing to beat Bucky there.
Steve was determined to be the good man you once thought he was.
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Over the next couple of days, your heart raced each time you watched Steve across whatever rooms you were in. His six foot plus form dominated every space and his natural affinity for art was so fucking appealing.
You finally admitted to yourself that you were feeling him, although the issue of whether you could trust him would not die. But when he looked at you with those baby blues, you got weak. There was definitely a connection and a chemistry that you couldn’t resist for much longer.
You couldn’t deny it any more.
But that didn’t stop you from trying.
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Sharon would not stop talking. You were unfortunate enough to sit near her on the Sprinter as it took you back to the hotel for the mid-day break on Wednesday. She was going on about her meeting with Steve to Lily from Montana.
Each recipient had meetings scheduled with Sam, Steve, Bucky and Natasha, another requirement of the week. Frequently, the meetings included a meal. It must have been a dizzying pace for them, but you’d really enjoyed your coffee with Sam and lunch with Natasha. They were cool people.
And of course your dinner with Bucky was amazing. You couldn’t wait for him to be your cousin, although he remained coy about proposing no matter how much you pressed him about the holiday trip.
“I mean my meeting with Steve was convenient this morning. He was right there and we were already in our comfortable clothing… the breakfast place was perfect…”
Your ears perked up at that.
“I just woke up so sore this morning. It’s all Steve’s fault…and then he had the nerve to do it again…”
Your mind filled in the gaps and your blood started to boil.
This must be why he hadn’t been around that morning. He was recovering from fucking with Sharon. Rational thought was out the window and you couldn’t see anything but red.
Instead of going up to your room to rest, you walked the four blocks to the Rebirth building.
Your spine was straight and your chin was up as you entered the gallery, passed Natasha and headed to Steve’s office. He came to stand at the door as you approached, obviously warned that you were coming. He was in shirtsleeves, his black button-down clinging to his muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.
You blinked because he looked dangerously, devastatingly handsome in a way that was almost too much to look at directly. His mesmerizing blue eyes locked with yours, and the rest of the world disappeared. For a moment, you were frozen, ready to fuck him or spring into battle.
Just then, Bucky Barnes bounded out of a door near Steve’s, looking like a black lab, and headed in the same direction you were.
“Yo, Steve. I think that we should… oh shit! Peach!”
You couldn’t help but smile at Bucky, who looked cute in a black pullover with his curly hair tousled. Over Thanksgiving weekend, you’d grown to like him a lot.
Bucky Barnes obviously loved his friends. He also was a good guy, despite his line of work. The way he loved your cousin had earned your respect.
You smiled and held your hand out for him to shake.
“Hullo Bunny… eep!”
He pulled you toward him, drawing you into a hug and twirling you out into a salsa spin, causing you to laugh.
“It’s Bucky, Mr. Barnes if you’re nasty!”
You were shaking with laughter.
“Oh gawd! Does my cousin know that you are so corny?”
Bucky had mellowed your harsh.
Momentarily.
“It’s part of why she keeps coming back, Peach.”
Bucky winked at you and instantly you understood the appeal. You grinned up at Bucky, lightly slapping him on the arm as he laughed at you.
Someone cleared their throat and Bucky smirked over at Steve. Then, he caught the drift.
“I can see that you have important business to attend to with this Punk. Catch you later.”
Suddenly you didn’t want to have this conversation, because the way Steve was looking at you was too intense. You didn’t move. You felt Bucky’s warm hands on your shoulders and you were compelled to move forward.
“Onward. Into the fray.”
You glared over your shoulder at Bucky and then looked back at Steve.
“Mr. Rogers.”
Steve’s jaw clenched and he greeted you in kind.
“Ms. Y/LN. Is there something I can help you with?”
He walked into his office and you followed him, making sure to leave the door open. Steve's gaze slowly dragged down your body and back up again until it settled on your mouth. You felt that look like a physical touch, making your clothes feel irrelevant. You took a deep breath to keep from shedding them right there.
“Yes, Mr. Rogers. I need you to be honest with me.”
Normally, that was a throwaway comment, but Steve knew how important him being honest was to you, so he nodded, cleared his throat and said, “Of course,” while looking you in those beautiful eyes.
“Did you fuck Sharon Carter last night?”
Steve’s eyes widened in shock. He blinked a few times to digest your question. Then he answered it. Blood rushed in his head.
I’m gonna kill the mutherfucker that said that, he thought. But he was calm when he replied.
“No. I was very much alone last night.”
Missing you, he thought.
“Did you fuck her this morning?”
Steve put his file down on his desk and leaned back on it, crossing his arms.
“Absolutely not. She showed up at my gym, for the second day in a row. I helped her with some technique and then had our meeting in a coffee shop. Who is spreading this rumor that’s got you so worked up?”
He would find the fucking liar and strangle them to death.
“That bitch is going around insinuating to everyone…”
Then you realized what was going on. You closed your mouth. Sharon.
That bitch. Why were you letting some hoe rag get to you?
“Never mind. You’re absolutely right. I don’t care.”
You raised your chin like the regal queen you were and Steve wanted to fall at your feet.
“Well for your information, I’m not interested in Sharon Carter. As a matter of fact…”
All I want is you.
Steve looked you in your eyes. God, you were so beautiful.
“I’m taken.”
Your breath caught in your throat and a feeling in between panic and jealousy furled in your stomach at those words. As he looked at you, understanding dawned about what he meant.
This conversation was not going the way you intended it to.
Your eyes moved to avoid Steve’s and it was then you noticed Bucky leaning on Steve’s door frame and snacking while he watched you two.
“Popcorn? Really Bucky???”
Bucky extended the bag to you.
“‘SmartPop. Want some?”
Steve went over and closed the door in Bucky’s face and then turned back to you. You noticed how his bicep bulged when he ran his hand through his hair and your nipples tightened into stiff peaks.
“Sorry to that woman.”
You played dumb, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue. But Steve clocked you. He shook his head and chuckled.
You crossed your arms and jutted your hip out.
“What?...What, Steven!?”
You were the most adorable human he’d ever seen.
“Nothing.”
You turned around to leave and then whirled around again.
“And another thing!”
Steve was smirking now.
“You upgraded me on the airline and at the hotel. Didn’t you? And you gave me more endowment than anyone else. You’re just trying to get in my pants again.”
Steve sighed.
“Okay, so first I fucked Sharon, now I’m trying to get in your pants. You’re going from one extreme to another.”
“Tell me I’m wrong!”
Steve clenched his jaw, but his voice remained even. He really wanted to grab you and spread you over his desk and give you his cock until you calmed down. But baby steps.
He stepped to you and you looking up at him was his Roman Empire.
“You. Are. Wrong.”
His glare was blue ice and you felt just a little bit afraid.
And a lot turned on.
“Do you realize that your cousin helped us out with travel and accommodations?”
You opened your mouth and then closed it.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t get more than anyone else. Russ received $250,000. Awards were scaled according to the project.”
“Ah.”
“And I don’t just want to get in your pants. I want so much more.”
You stood there dumbfounded.
“W-what are you talking about?”
Steve gave you a rueful smile.
“Stop pretending you don’t know. Peach, I–”
You raised your hand to signal stop.
“Ain't nobody got time for this.”
He gazed at you with a sparkle in his eye and licked those red, red lips. But he put his hands up and backed away, still smiling.
“Also. Stop doing that!”
You waved your hand in the direction of this face. You needed him to stop looking at you like that.
He was trying to hold himself back. Your lunacy had him hard. And you not letting him tell you how he felt made him want to make you beg for him. He shook his head to clear his lust.
“Just what am I doing to you, Ms. YLN?”
That voice again. Your eyes shuttered and your pussy pulsed at the answer to that question, but you were determined to get him told.
“Sparkling those eyes down at me like that!”
“Sparkling my eyes…?”
Steve feigned annoyance, but he was enjoying the fuck out of this.
“What does that even mean?”
“You know exactly what it means! Looking at me like.. Like.. like you…Just. Stop.”
He stopped smiling.
“As you wish.”
Steve’s eyes roamed over your face, pausing to look at your lips. Then, he looked back up into your eyes and the sparkle was gone. It was replaced by a warm blue fire that for some reason caused you to shiver. You wanted to fall into it and his arms, but you shook yourself out of it.
“Nope. Don’t do that either.”
Steve huffed as the corner of his mouth hooked upward into a sexy side grin. Your panties couldn’t take it.
“Do wh–? Umph. Ummhmmhhmm!”
You put your hand over Steve’s mouth to stop him from assaulting you with his voice but he kept vocalizing. You realized that Steve’s hand was on your waist and was pulling you closer to him.
Your breasts were pressed up against his rock hard torso and your hand was on his chest. Lord help you, all you needed to do was remove your hand. You stared into those blue depths for half a second and then moved back.
Steve licked his lips when your hand was gone and your body buzzed as he contemplated pulling you back into his arms.
When that look came into his eyes, you gave up.
“Ugh. Never mind. I’ve got to go.”
You straightened your spine again, turned on your heel and marched toward the door.
Steve followed you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Bucky was pumping his fist as you made to leave the building. You thought about giving him a piece of your mind, but you had to get out of there; Steve was close behind.
“Peach. Stop running. Calm down.”
You stopped and whirled on him, poking your finger in his chest.
“NEVER tell a mad woman to calm down, Rogers.”
He smiled down at you and your world spun out.
“So you admit that you’re crazy?”
“Fuck you!”
You turned and walked toward your hotel at a steady pace but Steve was right behind you. He followed you back to your hotel lobby and was right there when you pressed the elevator button.
“What do you want, Steve?”
You sideyed him as you looked up at the floor indicator panel.
“You.”
You whipped your head around as the elevator doors opened. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. But then you just wordlessly walked into the elevator as Steve followed closely.
“You feel this thing between us, Peach. I’m not alone in this. I know I’m not.”
He moved close to you as the elevator doors closed, placing one arm on the wall near your head and the other on the railing beside you. You were enveloped in him. But when you looked up at him. Jesus.
“You wish. You think you’re god’s gift to women, Rogers?”
Your whisper was fervent.Your heart was beating out of your chest and your cunt was soaking wet. The electricity was arcing between you in the small space. You felt it in the small of your back.
“Judging by the way you look at me, Peach. I’d say you wish, too.”
You shifted, trying to rub your legs together on the low. There was an ache you needed extinguished.
“Boy, please...”
You were still trying to fight it as Steve moved close, his lips a breath from your ear.
“Not all women. Just you. And you don’t need to beg. Just ask for what you want, Peach.”
He pulled back and you almost chased him, but bit your lip and tried to remain calm.
“I don’t want anything from you, Steven.”
“Now, you’re the liar.” Steve intoned, his jaw working tightly.
When the elevator door opened, you ran out, moving quickly down the hallway to your room. You stood in front of your door and stared at Steve, not opening the door and not speaking.
He looked down the hallway and spoke, anger laced in his tone.
“Open the fucking door and get your sweet ass in that room, Peach.”
You tried to stare him down, but he was determined. And something in those blue eyes made you want to comply.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.”
Your hands shook as you opened your door with Steve breathing down your neck, reminiscent of that night in Atlanta.
Once the door was closed, he stalked toward you, tipping up your chin to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and you suppressed a shudder.
No one had ever made you feel this way with just a touch.
“What do you want from me?”
Your voice was barely a whisper.
Steve leaned in close to reply, his breath fanning your face.
“Stop fucking running from me. I apologize for all the things I’ve done. But now I’m underwater and I’m drowning in my feelings for you.”
Your resistance were just bare thread now. And the last ones frayed into nothing at his proximity.
“Prove it,” you said as you met his gaze.
Steve’s eyes glinted with something you couldn’t read, and his hand moved to your waist.
“Careful now, Peach,” he murmured and bent his head, still not quite kissing you, but driving you crazy.
“You don’t scare me,” you whispered.
“No?”
His hand was on your back now, moving you impossibly closer.
“I think that I do. I think the feelings you have for me terrify you.”
His lush lips crashed down on yours, and you were completely lost to the way he devoured you, all heat and hunger and lust. Your tongues tangled and danced, and you moaned into his mouth.
Steve broke away to nip down your jaw.
“Taste so fucking sweet, Peach. ‘S all I could think about this past month.”
His hands slid down your body to palm your ass, pulling you close and making you feel how hard he was for you. Damn he was big. He was right, you’d probably struggle to take him, but god you wanted to try right now.
Slowly, Steve lowered his head again, watching you intently as his lips capture yours. The kiss started off slow and delicious, then it deepened, growing more passionate, more demanding. Your fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer. And when you came up for air, you were both breathing hard. He leaned his forehead on yours.
“I want every single part of you, Peach,” he said roughly. “Not just your body.”
Your heart swelled. There was no more holding back now.
“D’you think you can… can you think about trusting me with your heart?”
You hesitated and he knew he needed to get you not to get back in your head. He settled into the large couch and pulled you into his lap. His hands on your body was like nothing else.
“You feel fucking amazing.”
Before he knew it, Steve wrapped a hand around your neck and pulled you down to his mouth. He nipped at your lower lip, then soothed the tender flesh with his tongue, leaving you a trembling mess.
He lifted his hand and ran a finger down the side of your neck; the touch was light but somehow burned.
“Tell me you don’t think about being mine?”
You only whimper in answer, your stubbornness still in control.
He shook his head as he leaned down and followed the trail of his finger with his lips.
It felt so good that you tilted your head to the side with a soft sigh, giving him better access. Steve took full advantage, trailing kisses back up to the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you shiver.
“Fuck, Steve.”
You hooked your leg around his waist and rolled your hips against his like he was a pole. You arched your back and attempted to ride him to get some satisfaction to your core, which was
aching and weeping.
“No. We’re not gonna fuck. Not until you tell me you’re mine. But we can play.”
He arched a dark blonde eyebrow as he kissed down your cleavage and one big hand cupped your breast over your shirt and the other reached down to slip inside your panties.
“You wanna play, Peach? You’re absolutely soaked Sweetheart. Want me to make you feel good?”
It was his one mission in life, and he could do it all day, bring you pleasure.
You pouted up at him, but you couldn’t resist. This high was too addictive.
“Yes, Stevie. Please. Make me feel good.”
He growled lowly when you arched into his touch. You felt the hard length of him pressing against your core, and you reached down to palm him through his pants.
“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Suddenly, your bra was pulled down and his mouth was closing over your nipple, sucking and teasing. He moved lower, getting on his knees beside the couch.
He stopped manhandling you long enough to unbutton his shirt and damn, did you pay attention.
You bit your finger as those muscular shoulders and biceps and chest came into view. Your eyes followed the happy trail that flowed down his six pack and damn the bugle in his pants was big.
That shocked look on your face when you met his eyes again was so hot that Steve wanted to fucking ruin you, but he decided have settle for just tasting you.
“Don’t want you to get my shirt wet, Sweetheart.”
He winked and then reached underneath your skirt to find your panties.
You scrambled up on your hands and scoffed.
“It’s like that?”
Steve grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart, making your skirt ride up.
You leaned back and smiled as he winked and nodded.
He hiked your legs over his shoulders and a second later, his mouth was between them, his tongue teasing the skin near where you really wanted him to be.
You grabbed his hair and ground against his face, already desperate for more. And when he licked straight through the center of you, a scream started in your throat but you stifled it, looking down to see Steve’s eyes twinkle up at you.
He kept you pinned against the couch, gripping your hips with those big, strong hands and holding you in place. His tongue traveled up and down your slit, between your folds, and slid inside your wet cunt.
Your entire body trembled as his tongue toyed with your clit. You felt his smile as he started circling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves.
“Fuck! Give me more!”
Your eyes rolled as two of his long thick fingers entered you and scissored before quickly finding the pile of sensitive flesh inside you. He massaged it and at the same time leaned down to suck your clit into his mouth. It was at that point that your orgasm hit you like a wave.
“Steveeeee! Godddd!”
You screamed as your pussy simultaneously clenched and squirted fluid into Steve’s waiting mouth. Your vision went white, and all the air was sucked out of the room.
Slowly, your surroundings came back into focus. Steve kissed the inside of your thigh, then stood up, watching you with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.
“The way you scream my name makes a man wanna buy you jewels Peach.”
His beard was wet and his voice was raspy, but you reached for him and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your essence on his tongue.
Then, he pulled away and found your bathroom. You stared at the ceiling as the water ran and you assumed he was cleaning up. He returned with his shirt on and a warm towel to help you clean up.
He watched as you shed your clothes, sensuality on display only for him. You reached for his pants and he grabbed your wrists, shaking his head.
“Like I said. That was fun. But you’ve got to make a decision, Peach. Do you want me like I want you?”
The words were right there in your throat, but they refused to come out.
You just stared at him.
Steve smiled at you ruefully.
“Okay. It’s all right. I’m not giving up. Just giving you space.”
He handed you the fluffy white robe that was in the bathroom and you put it on to follow him to the door of your suite.
“See you tomorrow after the Summit for our meeting.”
He kissed you goodbye on the cheek and the dance you and Steve Rogers did continued as you watched him walk away from you.
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Yes, that look was (excuse me, I have to wipe my mouth).
VERY Inspirational.
And it is the week of love. Why the hell not?
And thank you for the ask, Nonnie! This actually helped me with the next chapters of the story. 😉
Smut under the cut
Bespoke
Summary: You have to express your feelings about how Bucky looks in that suit.
Word count: 500 ish
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VI.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Furmoasa prepared to gossip, lust, Bucky Barnes being smoking hot, spitting, implied blow job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.
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You walked into Bucky's closet the early afternoon of the gala with piping hot tea that you were going to spill. You knew he was in there getting his suit together for the gala.
“Oh my God, Bucky! Peach and Steve are….”
You lost your train of thought when you saw what was happening.
Bucky was standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt in the sleeves of his tailored suit jacket. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the pants fit his slim waist perfectly.
"Those two fools are fucking? It was only a matter of time..."
You’d seen him in suits before.
Many times.
But something about this moment, the effortless way he moved, his broad shoulders in the suit coat, and the sweet wrinkles of concentration on his brow hit you like a damn freight train.
That, combined with the extra floof in his hair from his fingers raking through it and the fact that he was barefoot made you feral as fuck.
He looked so handsome and he wasn’t even trying.
You stopped in the doorway of the closet, biting your lip as you took him in.
Bucky caught the reflection of you ogling him in the mirror and a slow smirk graced his face.
“See something you like, Frumoasă?”
You looked at him in the mirror and licked your lips.
“You have no idea.”
Bucky turned around and in a moment, you were on him, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the muscles there under the expensive cotton broadcloth and grazing over the exposed skin at his collar.
You craned your neck to run your lips along the whiskers that adorned his sharp jaw line and then trailed kisses down his neck, unbuttoning the rest of the fastenings on the shirt.
Bucky chuckled, running his hands down your sides and landing on your ample hips.
“Baby…”
“Shut up,” you murmured against his skin, biting down on his collarbone just enough to make him hiss.
“Jesus. It’s just a tux, Frumoasă.”
You shook your head, pushing him backward out of the closet and toward the edge of the bed. You didn't hesitate to cop a feel of his pecs.
“No. It’s you in the tux. My sexy ass man.”
Your hands slid lower, teasing over his belt and cupping his now hard cock.
“Looking like this.”
Bucky let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as you sank to your knees. You were busy unbuckling his belt like a mad woman and looking up at him with those eyes.
“Fuck, Doll. The hair and makeup people will be here in…”
“I don’t care,” you interrupted, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall on the floor.
“You probably want to take all this shit off, because I’m about to get real nasty.”
You leaned forward and nuzzled his sac through his boxer briefs.
Bucky’s eyes dilated as he grabbed your hair. He looked down at you and the black of his pupils was taking over the blue. He gave you a wicked grin as he kicked the pants away from him and took off the shirt and jacket, flinging them on the nearest chair.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
You grinned as you tied your hair up. Bucky took off his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed as you took him in your grip and spit on his cock. You watched it drip down his balls, then you replied.
Bucky is gonna want to seal the deal first but Peach was ready to let Steve have it raw so…I think she’ll get pregnant first
Hi Nonnie! 👋🏽
Bucky does dream of making you his wife asap, but he wants to do it the right way. But knocking you up on the wedding night is also a dream. He just has to somehow convince you to come off of birth control.
You already call him Daddy.
Maybe he will figure out a way to have you begging him to make you a mommy.
Steve just wants to make you his and he doesn’t care about “right.” If you’re married before you get pregnant, great, but nothing is gonna stop him from fucking you raw now that you gave him a taste.
He has a serious breeding kink that’s almost debilitating when it comes to you, imagining your body all round and full of his kid.
