My Local Library Doesn't Have A Maximum Book Checkout Limit And I Am About To Make Them Regret This

my local library doesn't have a maximum book checkout limit and I am about to make them regret this

Mafia Bucky and prompts “seeing you between my legs is so hot” and “I may have left some marks”

Mafia!Bucky can have my heart if he wants it

Warnings: a slight, teeny tiny mention of violence, smut, cursing, oral (m receiving) minors dni

Bucky had been working on his temper. Though, he never did have a short fuse and was usually able to stay level headed. He wanted to be better and the man who was holding a hand over his bleeding nose and mouth in the middle of Bucky's office, took him three steps back.

He let out an aggravated groan, grabbing a cloth from the drawer of his desk to wipe his right hand clean. "Deal with that." Bucky ordered to one of his men.

He slipped his suit jacket off and dropped it on the blood stain that tainted the grey carpet. You'd be there any moment and he didn't have time to deal with it.

Just as he sat in his desk chair, the doorknob turned. "Hey, babydoll." He said with a soft smile that melted your heart. "Everything okay in here?" You asked, glancing down at the suit jacket on the floor as you made your way to him.

"Is now, c'mere." Bucky tugged you onto his lap, thick, contrasting arms of metal and flesh circling your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "How was your day?" You asked, letting your hand rest on the back of his neck.

He started muttering about the man and what had happened. How he tried but as soon as the man saw your picture on the corner of Bucky's desk he made the wrong comment that made Bucky feel like the man was objectifying you.

It was his favorite picture from a beach trip a few months before, so he hated to have to move it. Captured perfectly of you with a gleaming smile plastered on your face, wearing a sundress that ended up torn on the floor of the hotel room hours later.

"You need to relax, Buck." You sighed, feeling his lips brush the side of your neck. "I am relaxed." He grumbled like a child.

Shifting around you fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "Want me to help?" You asked, popping the first one open as he lifted his head to rest against the back of the chair. "Do you even need to ask?"

You gave him a smile and moved to stand on your knees between his parted thighs, Bucky watching you with dark, lust filled eyes as you kissed the exposed skin with each button that was undone.

Letting his nimble fingers undo his belt and fastening to his pants, you gently massaged the tops of his toned thighs as his hand dipped under his waistband; wetting your lips when he pulled his throbbing erection from the constricting fabric.

Bucky let out a low groan when you flicked you tongue over his leaking tip, already becoming putty in your hands from the simple action. "Seeing you between my legs is so hot." He huffed, a gravely moan pulling itself from his throat as you took his swollen head into your mouth.

"More, take more, sweet girl." Bucky moaned, bucking his hips into the welcoming warmth.

Bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you position yourself so you can take him further; swallowing him to the base. "God, I don't know how you fit me in that pretty little mouth. But it feels fucking amazing." He purred, metal hand tangling in the back of your hair.

You hummed around him, earning another thrust of his hips and pleasured sigh before you were being pulled off of him. "I wasn't-" A soft yelp cut you off from the sudden movement of being lifted onto his desk.

"Love stuffing your mouth, but I wanna fill you up, babygirl." Bucky said, hands palming up the sides of your skirt to pull your underwear off in a haste.

He slotted himself between your legs, hands wrapping around your calves to pull you closer to the edge of the desk; his lips engulfing yours in a messy, lust filled kiss as he buried inside you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intrusion, not having much time to adjust to his thickness when his hips rolled into yours at an erratic pace.

"Bucky-" You whimpered, arms hooking under his to hold his shoulder blades, nuzzling your face into his neck to muffle the moans and whines he caused.

Bucky did the opposite, letting the vulgar sounds fill the air freely as he bit and sucked marks into your neck, angling his hips up to fuck into the rough patch in the back of your pussy. "No one can hear, babydoll. Be as loud as you want."

The gravely moan that rumbled from his chest was nearly pornographic when your clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again; grip on your waist tightening. "Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart." He panted, nudging your jaw with his nose as you bit your bottom lip harshly.

Bucky slipped his hand to your clit, pressing sloppy circles to match the ruthless pace that made your head spin. "Louder, baby. C'mon, I need it." He nearly whined, needing every sound and reaction he could get to replace the thought of another man thinking of you.

Your jaw went slack, moans and pants spilling out as you release around him.

Bucky was nearing his own high, gripping onto your thighs with a force that would surely bruise; the swirling in his stomach growing stronger from the whines you made before his head snapped to the opening door.

His hips still against yours, a cold glare being sent to someone behind you. "Can I fucking help you?" Bucky sneered, your eyes blinking open as your breathing started to slow.

The man quickly averted his gaze from the vulgar scene unfolding on Bucky's desk and cleared his throat. "I figured- you- you usually lock the door. There's some urgent business." He stuttered out, trying to keep his eyes on the carpet and not how you were clinging to the front of Bucky.

"More urgent than what I'm doing right now?" Bucky snarked, biting back a groan at how your walls fluttered around him when he shifted slightly. "Of course not, sir."

"Then get the hell out, I'm busy." The man quickly nodded and rushed out of the door.

You looked at Bucky through your eyelashes, the hard look on his face softening when his eyes flicked back to you. "Where was I, sweet girl?" He hummed, nipping your bottom lip. "Lay back."

Nodding, you leaned back on your elbows, throwing your head back in a moan when he returned to his rough, steady pace.

His hands pressed flat against the wood of the desk, trying to pull another orgasm from you before bringing on his own.

You could feel the pressure building again, higher and higher with each punishing snap of his hips. "Please, Bucky, so close." You all but sobbed. "I know, sugar. Cum again for me."

He groped at your chest, hips stuttering and thrusts growing sloppy when you did, your thighs quivering against his sides.

A choked grunt tore from Bucky's throat, spilling into your velvety walls.

A satisfied smirk graced his face when he noticed the blossoming hickies on the side of your neck, both of your chests heaving and skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. "I may have left some marks."

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When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.

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Words: 2500+

Author’s Note: Part Two! Who’s excited? I know I am. I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first one. Again, as always, let me know what you think! And for those who haven’t read the first part and wants to- you can read it here!

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Synopsis: at an awards show where you and Tom are nominated for a lot of awards together, you poke fun at the rumors about your relationship

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“Thanks so much.” Tom nodded in appreciation as he rested his hand on your back.

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