no place like home
pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x dectective!reader
"When l'm just with you, love needs no explanation. It just is and we just are." - Michael Faudet
warnings: (18+ NSFW, Minors DNI) fingering, mentions of minor character death, smidge of angst
word count: 2.1k
A/N: I'm a day late on the deadline (sorry Linda, life got hectic 😅) but this for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k writing challenge! Congratulations again on your milestone, cheers to many more 🎉 It's been a minute since I've written something, so I'm rusty haha. I hope you enjoy reading this 💗
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All the wealth and power of New York runs through the veins of Bucky Barnes. Legitimate businesses throughout the city are lucrative fronts for his statewide, underground operations. No one really knows what happens under the table. There are rumors of gambling rings, narcotic and drug trafficking, fraud, loan sharking, but nothing is concrete. But with this much speculation and murmurs, you’d think the police would be tipped off.
No. No one dares to go to the police, in fear of Barnes's retaliation.
No one except you.
A smirk plays on Bucky’s face when the metal door opens, followed by the clicks of your heels. Bucky knows better than to speak to the police without Steve. Senators, judges, and the district attorney sit snug in Bucky’s back pocket. One phone call and all of this could go away.
He’s not worried though and decides against it. It’s been too long since he last saw you.
Though they were in happier circumstances.
“Mr. Barnes,” you open the manilla folder and slide it in front of Bucky, “care to explain these photos to me?” In front of Bucky is an array of black and white photos, some taken from afar of him in his car and close ups of him and another figure.
“It’s a bit too hard to make out what these photos are, angel.” Bucky licks his lips, adoring the frustrated pout on your lips. Those lips are his vice, especially when they’re wrapped around his cock.
You walk around the table, hovering over his left shoulder. The next photo clearly shows Bucky and Rumlow at the harbor ports. “Two dozen cargo shipments were seized early this morning, all filled with crates of narcotics, among other things. Brock Rumlow has been arrested for narcotic and drug trafficking and possession with intent to distribute.”
“And what does that have to do with me?” asks Bucky, carefully eyeing the blinking red light in the corner. As much as he loves playing dumb with you, Bucky’s not stupid.
You glance down at the photos on the table, huffing with annoyance. There’s no way Bucky will give you the information you want, especially knowing how many hawks are listening and watching on the other side of the window. “Give us five, Maximoff. Cut the cameras and audio.” Wanda’s concerned eyes ask you the unwavering question. Are you sure boss? Only when you give her an assured nod, they leave the room.
The crimson light halts, indicating you’re both free to say and do whatever, without the eyes and ears of your colleagues. You carefully slide onto the table in front of Bucky and lean forward, grasping his chin between your fingers.
“You and I both know what happened at those ports, Bucky. I’m not asking you to fess’ up, give me something that I could work with here.” There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky’s manufacturing and selling drugs to Rumlow. Hell, you even know where all the warehouses that store his large cargo shipments are.
Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. “Angel, you really want to talk about work right now? I haven’t seen you in months and this is how you treat me? No kiss hello?” His left calloused hand slides up your thigh until they’re under your skirt, fingers toying with the flimsy lace. “Are these my favorite? It’s like you were expecting me to touch you.”
The edge of the cold metal table sinks into your thighs as Bucky slowly rubs your clit, slick wetting your inner thighs. You try to pull Bucky’s hand away but your resolve breaks when two of his fingers sink into your warm pussy.
“Months, angel. You don’t answer texts or calls, deprive me of my pussy, and now you try to get me in trouble?” Bucky hums in disappointment, knuckles deep inside you.
You had no choice.
The department had done a crack down on everyone, news of a supposed rat within. Someone was handing off documents and signing off deals with Barnes. No matter how deep your loyalty ran, everyone was being watched.
“Bucky, please stop. We don’t have-” Your moans claws its way up your throat as Bucky thrusts in and out of you, speed slowly increasing. Your warm, tight cunt swallows his fingers, begging for relief. “Oh fuck! 3 m-minutes Bucky.” This is so wrong, but so good. The band in your belly tenses, teasing you of your release. Ohfuckfuckfuck.
His blue eyes watch you intensely, your erotic figure ready to unravel on his fingers. Good girl. With his right hand, he cups your cheek and pulls you into a searing kiss. The cold metal of his rings soothe the heat radiating from your cheek. The air in your lungs is knocked out, only feeling the thrashing of his tongue on yours.
2 minutes.
“Here's what’s going to happen Angel. You are going to come all over my fingers.” Your eyes snap back to him, whining for relief, “And then we’re going to pretend like nothing happened.” His thumb circles your aching clit, your pussy clenching down even more on his fingers. You vigorously shake your head, a breathy please escape your lips.
“Then Steve will open that door and get me out of here. Understand?” Yesyesyes. Your head rolls back in pleasure as his thumb adds more pressure onto your clit, your hips grinding harder on his fingers.
“Cum, now.” His deep voice sends shock waves through your body as your sweet nectar soaks his hand. You’re struggling to keep your cries quiet, your body giving up as you hold onto his broad shoulders. Your legs quiver as he slowly withdraws his hand, admiring your glistening slick on his hand.
1 minute.
Bucky sucks every drop of you off his fingers, moaning in bliss of how sweet you taste. “Just as I remember, Angel.” You float back to reality, steadying your breath as you go to stand. Legs wobbly, you straighten out your skirt. Bucky leans back into his seat and studies you with pride. After all this time, your body still craves me, angel. You know where you belong.
30 seconds.
You stare at him, unable to hide the smile on your face. “Fuck you, Barnes.”
Bucky snickers and stands up from his seat. Fuck him and his adonis figure. “You already have, doll.”
And as on cue, the metal door slams open and there stands the mighty Steve Rogers. “We’re done here. Let’s go Bucky.”
You turn back to the table and grab the manilla folder. I’m so fucked. Stark didn’t want Rumlow at the stake, but Barnes. He’s been on your ass for the last three weeks, hounding you to get more information on Bucky and take him in. You have all the information, but were you willing to hand it over?
The knocking on the door snaps you out of your battling thoughts. Turning, you find Steve walking towards you. You expect him to scold you for keeping his client here with no access to his lawyer, but instead he pulls you into a tight hug.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” Steve whispers, pulling out of the embrace, “Stark is going to end your career and put you behind bars if you aren’t careful.”
“You think I don’t know that Rogers? He has deputies following my every move.”
Steve sighs in defeat, “Bucky and I both know you don’t belong here. You’ll thrive and do so much more with Bucky. Think about it” Steve presses a kiss into your hair and leaves you to ruminate.
Maybe it’s time to go.
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Once upon a time, your family was connected directly to the Barnes family. Your father was the consigliere to Bucky’s father, serving as a trusted friend, confidant, and mediator for the family. And by extension, you and your family were also heavily protected.
However, your father made a promise to your mother. Neither you or her would directly be a part of his work. Your mother stayed home and took care of you, while your father worked long hours with Mr. Barnes. Everything from school, extracurricular activities, grocery stores, shopping malls, and more, were away from mafia territory.
You were 13 years old when you lost your father. “Wrong place, wrong time,” that was what Mr. Barnes had told your mother, and she was furious. No promise or amount of money would be enough to bring back your father or her beloved husband.
When the day of the funeral came, Mr. Barnes, his family, and all trusted associates were in full attendance. Flowers and condolences were abundant, alongside security. It was here where you met Bucky; the mop of brunette hair with braces greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of tulips, promising you he’d be there for you if you needed anything.
That was what it felt like a lifetime ago. You’re both now grown adults, on total opposites of the career spectrums. Bucky took over his father’s empire; you continued a normal life as much as your mother could have you. But somewhere between working as a detective and sinking deeper in corruption, you find yourself closer to Bucky’s world.
“I don’t want you to have blood on your hands, honey. Not like your father, stay far away from Barnes. You’re only going to get yourself killed.”
Your mother’s words can be heard in the far distance every time you see Bucky. But that’s never stopped you from wanting more.
You promised yourself it was a one time hookup, needing to relieve stress from a nasty breakup. But one time led to another. And another. To a point where you and Bucky met monthly at a hotel in another city.
Your keys jingle as you unlock your door, a breath of relief when you kick it close. Your bones ache and all you want is a large glass of wine. But the daydream of wine and a warm bath dissolve when lights from the kitchen illuminate the hallway.
You blindly rummage through your bag until your hand grips your handgun. Holding it out in front of you, you cautiously make your way down the hall, ready for whatever fight awaits you. So this what mother meant right? I’m going to die tonight, fuck.
“I can hear you from a mile away, angel. Your stealth skills aren’t the greatest.”
Bucky?
You lower your weapon and tuck it inside the waistband of your skirt, “It would be better if you stayed away from me, Barnes. Stark’s watching me,”
Bucky stays put, looking out the window. There are two unmarked, black sedans parked on your curb. You and Steve really weren't kidding, Tony’s got eyes everywhere on everyone. He curtly closes the blinds before striding over to you.
Bucky cups your cheek as he runs this thumb over your bottom lip, “Please come home, with me.” His steel blues cut right into your heart; there wasn’t anything you’d do for this man. But right now, you needed him to do the one you didn’t want him to do. Leave.
“Bucky, I can’t-”
“There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.” His hands now tightly grasp your waist, his eyes begging you. “Just say yes angel. And I’ll take care of everything else.”
There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky can make this all go away. One phone call and all of it, Stark, the department, everything, would be gone in a blink of an eye. But the resounding disappointment of your mother’s voice haunts you. Her and your father did everything they could to keep out of harm's way of this dangerous underworld. Only for you to run straight for it.
“You don’t understand Bucky. Stark will know. He’s got two cars downstairs ready to break down this door. If they find you here with me or anywhere else later, my life is over.” You nuzzle your face into Bucky's neck, the first drops of tears staining his suit.
“Your life won’t be over. You’ll have a life with me,” he promises. Bucky cradles your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair. He lifts your face in his warm hands, forehead pressed against yours. The warm scent of leather and citrus intoxicate your thoughts. “Say yes, angel. Please.”
Bucky’s soft lips melts against yours, passion and love poured into every kiss, sealing the rest of your future together.
Tears stream down your warm cheeks as you fight back the small bursts of laughter. Wiping your tear stained cheek with the sleeve of your shirt, you give Bucky a sweet smile. “We shouldn’t do this. This is a terrible idea.”
“You’re right,” Bucky gently kisses your nose, eyes filled with adoration when he glances down at you. “But you’d say yes every time for me.”
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