OH GOD- This Is So Good

OH GOD- this is so good

Let Me Show You {B.B.}

Summary: You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into show then tell. 

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K 

Warnings: Smut, 18+, thigh riding, choking, fingering, knife kink, implied violence (not to the reader)

A/N: Drabble day Wed, unbetad, I’ll fix any mistakes later. Requested part 2 of this fic.  

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“What did you do, Bucky?”

 Each word laced with unbridled skepticism. The sound of your boss’s voices playing in your mind, his too cheerful tone unable to mask the undercurrent of fear. During the brief conversation, the air of smugness radiating off your boyfriend was impossible to ignore, as your boss told you to sleep in and show up whenever you felt like it. He had been nice to you and he’s never nice to you.

Which leads you back to your original question.

“What did you do?” 

Bucky leans back in the oversized russet leather chair, placing his phone on the mahogany end table beside several knives situated around his orange juice. Spreading his long legs, he pats his knee. “Come here and I’ll show you what I did,” he winks, a devious glint in his eyes. 

You look down at your screen, eyes flickering over at him. His hand on his knee, a cocky grin forming on his plush lips. His sharp jaw hidden under his beard. 

Bucky Barnes in formal wear is dangerous, his tall, muscular body made for the expensive hand-stitched three pieces suits he wears outside of the house. 

 But Bucky Barnes in nothing but a pair of form-fitting black briefs stretched around his thick hair-covered thighs is deadly. Heat pooling in your core when he rolls his shoulders back, his abs flexing with each movement. 

“Unless you want to go to work today,” he teases, what he has planned for you better than working. 

 He spreads his legs a little more, intentionally dragging his hand up his thigh, your eyes captivated, helplessly drawn to the hardening bulge, “C’mere Doll,” he groans, breathy, needy for you.

So needy for you, thoughts of your tight pussy clamped around his cock repeating over in his head on a loop.  As if he didn’t just have you hours ago, sweaty and begging under him, tangled in sheets until he granted you mercy, finally letting you cum, part of you astounded your high-pitched cries didn’t shatter the windows. 

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