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Dangerous

oops i suck at titles and descriptions Some dangerous men get your address and Bucky has to save you.

Warnings: Mafia!Bucky, language, beginnings of seggsy time at the end

18+ only, Minors DNI

Words: 1.3K sorry its short

This is a submission for @metalbuckaroo's 2k writing challenge. Prompts in order of appearance: 42 Hey! Only I can call them that! 16 I thought you’d never ask 3 is that my shirt 1 you look better in my clothes than I do

“What do you mean they have her address?” Bucky growled at the two men standing on the opposite side of his desk. He started to crack each knuckle individually on his right hand while he waited for an answer.

“Well, boss, sir, it was Macoy. He sold the Dover boys some information and part of what they wanted was her address. Everyone knows about her, everyone who matters, anyway.” The man shuffled back and forth nervously. Bucky’s eyes stared a hole through him and the second man spoke up.

“Should we tell Y/n, boss? Post guards or somethin’?”

Bucky slammed his fists down on the desk, making both men jump. “Hey!” he barked. “Only I can call her that, you understand? It's Ms. Y/l/n to you assholes. Have some respect or you’ll pay for it with blood! Get the fuck out of my office and take care of Macoy!” The men practically ran out of the room. “I want proof on my desk in two hours!” screamed Bucky. “STEVE!”

Steve Rogers stepped in and softly closed the door behind him. “Yeah, I heard. Sent a group of guys over to her house already, and got your car pulled around front. You want me to go get her while you finish work?”

Bucky stood up and grabbed his coat. He straightened his tie and threw a couple files from his desk into a briefcase. “Good man, Steve. No, you stay here and take care of the place. If those two idiots don’t come back with proof they offed Macoy, send another team out to kill all three of them. After that, take the rest of the night off. Tomorrow, you and I will figure out what to do with the Dover boys. I’m going to go get my girl.” He clapped a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”

When Bucky got to your house, his guys were surrounding it quietly. He was sure you didn’t know they were there. He walked past them and rang your doorbell.

You cautiously went to the door to peek outside. It was the middle of the afternoon, and Bucky wasn’t supposed to be here for a while yet. But there he was, standing all stern on your doorstep.

You opened the door and waved him in. “Hi, what’s going on.” You looked around and saw the boys standing on each corner of your house. “Gentlemen.” You nodded to each of them and closed the door behind your boyfriend. “Was I supposed to come in to work today, hon? What’s with the show of muscle?” You took a few steps and met his eyes. “Bucky, you look worried and it’s starting to scare me. I need you to talk to me.”

He looked down and sighed. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, my love, but I need you to come stay with me tonight.”

You smiled a little. You hadn’t stayed the night with him yet, but had wanted to for a while. He wanted to take things slow with you because of his line of work, although patience wasn’t really either of your strong suits. “I thought you’d never ask. Why, though? You don’t look happy about it.” You held is face and lifted it so he would look you in the eyes again. He jerked his face out of your hands and huffed.

“Just do it, ok doll?” His voice bordered on that boss attitude that was a huge no-no to use on you. If he wanted to marry you and be partners one day, you were not going to take that attitude now or ever because partners meant equals.

“Excuse me?” you asked without really asking. You took a step back and crossed your arms. “You wanna try that again James Barnes?”

He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and rested a hand on his hip. “Y/n. Darling. Love of my life. Get in the fucking car, please. Remember Macoy, the guy who always wore the pants that were a little too long and the shirts that were a little too small? And the Dover Boys? The one’s who’s cousin I killed last year because he tried to take a picture up your skirt? Macoy sold the Dover Boys some info on us, part of that was your address. It isn’t safe here tonight and we can’t hang around and chat right now.” He raised one hand toward the door. “Can we go now?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Was that so fuckin’ hard? I’m going to go throw a few things together and then we can go.” He nodded and you ran up the stairs. You packed, put a few things in your fire-proof safe and locked it before ushering Bucky out of your house. You set the alarm system and closed the door behind you. He took your suitcase in one hand and interlocked your fingers with the other. It was silent between you two as you went to the car. He loaded your luggage and then opened the door for you, sliding in beside you.

The drive was a bit uncomfortable, but you waited for him to say whatever it was brewing behind those eyes. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear. You were the only one you had ever heard him apologize to and it was something you treasured. “I should have told you everything, I’m worried about you. We’ll get this sorted out, and everything will be ok, but I felt so strongly that I needed to get you out of that house and to safety I wasn’t thinking clearly. Please forgive me.” He put his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.

“I forgive you. Thank you for coming to get me.”

“I’ll always come for you.” He smirked and let his fingertips graze the top of your tits. “In more ways than one.”

You playfully slapped his stomach and laughed.

“Let’s go get some dinner and we can relax at my place.” Bucky had the best suggestions. You agreed and the driver headed to your favorite fast food joint.

A couple hours later, it was dark out and you and Bucky had finished eating dinner at his table. You stretched and stood up. “I think I’m gonna go change into my pjs. Meet you on the couch in a few minutes?”

He smiled at you contentedly. “It’s a date, princess.” He also stood and started clearing off the trash. While you changed, he started thinking about how firm you had been with him earlier. The attitude that rolled off you when he used the wrong tone…the way your ass bounced when you ran up the stairs…the way your lips sucked a hickey on his neck in the drive thru…the way you smiled at him when his hands grazed your inner thigh at the table. It was all driving him crazy. The danger of the situation and adrenaline probably didn’t help either. Just then, he glanced up and you were walking back into the room. You took his breath away. He was expecting sweat pants and a t-shirt, but this… You were wearing one of his thin white button up shirts, just a few buttons done to keep it closed around your chest. You were clearly not wearing a bra, and the shirt was see through enough to drive his imagination wild.

“Is that—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Is that my shirt?”

You smiled and blew him a kiss. “Whose else would it be?” You sat down on the couch facing him and spread your legs juuuuust enough.

You weren’t wearing underwear either.

He stared for a second, then whispered “You look better in my clothes than I do. What did I do to earn this tonight?”

“You saved me, Bucky. Now you get to destroy me.”

Cuteness overload 🌸 x