eight: no good without you
Love on the Brain - Masterlist in Links
Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and violence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer?
Chapter warning: smut
A/N: This is getting embarassing, but I'm still continuing this series!
Someone opens the door on Steve’s side. His hand gives yours a quick squeeze before he gets out. You scoot on, so you can also get out on that same side of the car. Steve waits, holds out a hand and helps you out. You’re glad he’s there to help, because you need some support to find your balance on these incredible thin heels.
“My lady”, he smiles when you’re face to face again. You give him a quick nod with a shy smile. He lets go of your hand and puts it around your waist. “Let’s go turn some faces”, he whispers in your neck.
You feel like you’re in this Twilight-moment where Edward puts his arm around Bella. You hold a little giggle and simply smile at him. His hand finds your lower back and gives a gentle push as a sign to get walking. Normally you would hate that kind of pushy behavior, but right now you’re glad Steve is taking charge. You don’t want to mess things up.
Steve wasn’t exaggerating. When you walked through the door, heads were quickly turning in your direction. A few whispers here and there from one to another.
Quickly you decide to focus on something else to prevent yourself from getting as red as a tomato. The room is amazingly decorated. Dark red walls with white shiny curtains. On the side of the walls are sofas that don’t look comfortable but are absolutely stunning. However, the signature piece of the room was definitely the fountain in the middle, made of glass, and probably not pouring water but champagne.
“Hey Steve!” A man calls out from one of the sofa’s. Steve moves towards him and you follow him, feeling like his puppy.
Steve enthusiastically shakes the man's hand. “Hey, good to see ya”, Steve replies.
You just smile sheepishly to the man in front of you. His hands distract you for a millisecond. They look off. But your focus is quickly back on his face, trying not to offend the first person Steve talks to. His hair is slowly turning gray and his beard has this weirdly trimmed shape, not something you’d think of as a turn-on.
“I can’t believe this day has come. Steve Rogers bringing a lady to the party. My lady, I’m Stephen Strange.” The man now looks at you with an extended hand. You take it and shake it lightly.
With the sweetest voice, you introduce yourself. You quickly flash your eyes at Steve before looking at the man again. “And it surprises me to hear that he’s never brought a date to these kinds of things before.”
Stephen Strange chuckles. “Oh but miss, he did. It just didn’t end that well. But that’s not a story for me to tell.”
Your mouth stays shut, not knowing what to say. Is he insinuating that the girl is dead? Is that your destiny too?
“Stephen, don’t be such a scare”, Steve laughs and then turns to you. “Let’s move on, shall we?”
You nod, still taken aback from what has been said. He introduces you to a few other people and slowly you shake the odd feeling off. Instead, a smile appears on your face and a champagne glass is attached to your lips. Alcohol is always easy to make things seem less worse.
Slowly you start to be a bit more bubbly and open. Now and then Steve steals a little kiss, making you swoon. The fact he isn’t shy in being affectionate in front of these people is sweet. You’d expect for a ‘bad boy’ like him to be way colder, but then again, every documentary you’ve seen about the maffia shows that they’re always very loving towards their partner.
When you and Steve have a minute to be alone, you see the opportunity to ask. “I still want to ask”, you start. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised, hand resting on your knee as you sit in one of the sofas. “What did Stephen Strange mean when he said that it didn’t end well the last time you brought a girl?”
He looks away, as if he’s replaying whatever happened in his head. “I’d rather not go into detail right now, but things got messy. She left me for someone else, but only after she did a lot of stuff after my back. Even almost got me in jail because of it. There’s a lot to this story and I don’t know why Stephen said that.”
“Will I ever get the longer version of this story?”, you ask. It’s not just curiosity speaking now, but also because you want to know what you’re dealing with. You’re officially dating, so you feel like you have a right to know what you’re getting yourself into.
He wanted to answer, but got interrupted again. “What’s up, boss?”, Sam exclaims and they both shake hands. Steve looks at you guiltily as though saying that this conversation isn’t over.
A few hours go by before you ,or namely Steve, decide to call it a night. The chauffeur brings you to his apartment in Manhattan.
“I know that you’re worried”, Steve said once the car started driving. “But really, it’s nothing to worry about”
You didn’t expect him to bring up the subject, but the fact that he does, gives you a little bit of reassurance that he is paying attention. However, this doesn’t mean that all of your worries are waved away. “Can you at least tell me what happened?”
He looks at you and grabs your hand. “She was my girlfriend for a couple of years. When I met her, she was a bartender in some pub. But she didn’t stay that way. I didn’t expect her not to change, but I could sense that a little taste of what money she could have, wasn’t a good influence on her.”
He doesn’t look at you anymore, but into his lap. “The last few months of us being together, she provided information towards someone who I have some bad blood with. The guy you met, Rumlow, was hired by that person to kill one of my most loyal informants. And he succeeded.”
You give his hand a little squeeze, making him look at you. His eyes are teary. “Oh my god, Steve. I’m so sorry.”
He shakes his head lightly. “It has been more than a year, but this is something that I can’t shake off easily. It’s why I was so hesitant on bringing another woman into my life. It’s not just that one person who was killed, but in my mind I killed her future too. To have a normal, decent life. With a decent husband. And decent kids.”
“Oh Steve”, you try to sooth him, but he interrupts you.
“I need you to think hard”, he says, “if you want to continue what we’re doing right now. One date doesn’t mean a thing, we both know it. We can go back to just having sex, I’ll be okay with that if you decide to choose that. But I’d love to get to know you, and you to get to know me. But I need you to think really hard before you make a choice.”
There’s a few seconds of silence before you nod. It’s easy to romanticize dating a bad guy, while in reality it will put a target on your back. But the thing is, you have been over this a hundred times in your head. Every night you couldn’t close your eyes, your thoughts were too busy to weigh the pro’s and the cons.
The car pulls up to his apartment and he looks at you. “If you want, the driver can bring you home”, he suggests.
“I’m not dumb, you know”, you say. He looks at you somewhat baffled, maybe not expecting such an answer.
“Don’t you think I’ve been lying awake at night, thinking what I would get myself into. You’re mysterious as fuck, which can be exciting; but it’s also terrifying as hell. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know why I keep doing it, but I do know that I’m somehow being pulled towards you. I know that I will regret not giving it a chance. So please, Steve, I know you needed to say what you just said, but also remember that I have thought about it. Hell, two times my finger hovered above your number to call off this date. But I couldn’t, I didn’t want to. I guess what I’m trying to say is… You’re stuck with me as long as you will have me.”
A little smile is now on his face. “I know you’re not dumb and what you just said made me even more sure of that.”
You give him a quick smile back before you get out of the car. He follows your example. When you’re out, you look at him over the car. “I just have one request: don’t get me killed.”
A low chuckle leaves his lips. “I’ll try my best.”
You walk around the car and grab his hand. It feels warm and safe. He guides you to the elevator.
The moment the elevator closes, he pushes you against the wall. “Now, can I fuck the living shit out of you?”
You reply by kissing him and pulling him closer by pulling his tie. When the elevator dings again, he pulls away and sweeps you up bridal style, making you giggle.
He throws you on bed,rips his tie off and climbs on top of you. You feel butterflies explode again in your stomach, making their way through your entire body. He looks at you like he is ready to devour you, which you are more than okay with.
Slowly, you undress each other. You unbutton his blouse, he then flips you over so you’re on top so he can zip your dress. You then stop kissing him and look at him with lust in your eyes. Your hands work on his belt and after on his button and zipper.
“Wanna have a taste, huh?”, he asks.
“Hmm, yes, I can’t wait”, you answer. He helps you with putting his trousers and underwear off. His cock is still a bit soft, but you can see that it’s starting to get harder. It just needs a little bit more attention, and you’re ready to enthusiastically give it your all.
You look up at him one last time before you focus on his cock. Even though it’s still a little soft, you take it in your mouth and suck it lightly. You can feel it growing, making you gain a little confidence in what you’re doing.
It takes less than a minute before it’s fully hard and you’re bobbing your head up and down, taking as much in as your body allows you. His hand is at the back of your scalp, caressing your hair as an encouragement to go on.
“Fuck babe, fucking take my cock”, he growls. You look at his face through your eyelashes, seeing his eyes shut and enjoying what your mouth is doing to him.
You decide to test your limits and push your head a little further down, but the gag reflex is making you retrait. It does, however, earn you a louder moan than usual, making you want to try again.
Once you catch your breath, you do the same again, but this time slowly taking him in deeper and deeper. It feels way more comfortable and you feel it’s actually going to work this time. His hand is starting to grasp your hair, tugging it.
“Fuck, taking it so deep”, he grunts. His hips slowly start to move. To keep yourself from gagging again, you stop moving your head and let him take over. He starts to thrust into your face, starting gently but getting rougher with every thrust.
He stops soon, sooner than you expected.
“Come here, baby”, he coos. He’s a little bit more gentle this time and you’re okay with that. Not every time has to be as rough as the other, sometimes a little bit of love making is just what you need, like now.
When you’re on top of him, you kiss him and start grinding, even though you’re still wearing your underwear. He grabs one of your boobs and starts to gently squeeze it. You’re feeling hot all over. The friction, compared with how much you’re into the moment, makes it possible for your orgasm to slowly build up. It actually kind of takes you off guard, making you stop the kiss.
“Something wrong?”, Steve asks. You shake your head and start kissing him again.
He nudges one of your legs with his, making it clear he wants to switch. And so, you lean on one leg, making it possible for him to take a turn and put you under him. He starts kissing you again. And now he is grinding up to you.
The orgasm starts to build again, embarrassingly fast. You start to buck your hips too, wanting more of the sensation you’re feeling.
“Does that feel good?”, Steve sighs. It’s as if he knows what you’re feeling right now. But you doubt he knows how good it really feels.
“Mhmm”, you manage to get out. The feeling is getting more and more intense, and you know you’re cumming soon.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, grinding you like he’s already in you.. Your panties are still on, utterly wet by now. If they were off, he could slip into you easily, you’re sure of it.
“Please don’t stop”, you moan, now really close to the edge. He puts his forehead against yours. His hand is in your neck, the other is holding him up.
Your orgasm hits you. A weave of pleasure is going through your body. He keeps grinding, making it feel so intense. A little ‘fuck’ leaves your lips. The sensation feels amazing, and it only came from grinding. Well, intense grinding.
When you feel it ebbing away, you smile and look at him. You contain a little laugh, realising what just happened. You just came intensely from him grinding you.
“What?”, he says, curiosity in his eyes.
“I… Well, I just came”, you snickered.
He looked at you for two seconds, before smiling too. “Really? So you say it’s that easy?”
You swat him lightly on his chest. “Now don’t get cocky on me, mister.”
He lets out a low laugh. “‘m just that good, huh?”
You push him and you roll over again, so you’re on top for the second time. “Like I can’t make you cum in less than half a minute.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think you can.”
Oh. Challenge accepted.
You make your way down again, going straight for your goal. You give him one little smirk, before you take his cock in your mouth again. One hand is on his balls, the other is on his cock, taking what your mouth can’t.
“Holy fuuuu-”, he moans. Your nails were digging lightly, but perfectly into his balls. You are sucking his cock like your life depends on it, your hand in perfect motion with your mouth.
“Holy shit babe, what the fuck”, he sighs. His hands are grabbing the bed sheets tightly, the muscles in his legs tensing under you.
“I’m not gonna cum, I’m not gonna cum”, he says silently to himself, while his body says something entirely different.
You don’t change your moves, but keep going exactly as you’re doing, knowing that you’ll have him cumming in a matter of seconds.
“I’m not- I’m not- oh fuck”, he sighs.
It’s your signal for knowing it’s coming, literally. A warm and salty taste fills your mouth and throat. You swallow as quickly as possible, not being very fond of the taste. Steve moans loudly, his body making small spasms every time another load comes in your mouth.
When you feel him relaxing slowly, you let go too. You look at him with a big smile on your face, he looks at you in awe. “What the fuck just happened?”
You chuckle and crawl beside him. “Let’s just say I know a trick or two.”
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