Keep Your Hands Where I Can See Them
Summary: Mafia Bucky has a few rules for you and yet you can help yourself from breaking each and every one of them. You’re going to learn to listen to him, he swears you will. Now put your hands on the table and count.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader with mentions of Mafia!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Violence (not to the reader), Smut, 18t, Dom!Bucky, spanking, fingering, Minors DNI
A/N: Wrote this quickly, beta’d by the talented @sweeterthanthis but all mistakes are my own.
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Technically you’re not allowed in the lower level of the mansion until Steve and Bucky have finished up their various business dealings for the day. Technically you’re not supposed to go into Bucky’s office while he’s working especially since he has a meeting. Technically you should be on the patio getting another massage from the Swedish masseuse Bucky had flown in this morning because you said your shoulder was a little sore.
Technically you shouldn’t be in the large open kitchen, loading one of the gold-trimmed serving trays with expensive liquor while wearing the French maid outfit that Steve bought you last Halloween.
Yet here you are sorting through the tall antique liquor cabinet, gathering all of Bucky’s favorites on to the counter. You know his tastes varied depending on his mood so you decided to go with one of everything off the top shelf. You figure he could choose while waiting for his lunch to finish baking. The rich smell of tomatoes and spices emerging from the oven.
Bucky gets so tied up in his work that he often forgets to eat unless you make sure a meal is brought to him. He always says how grateful he is that you take care of him.
There’s no way he’s going to be mad if you personally deliver his meal to him today.
Not when you simply want to thank him for being so good to you. And maybe you get a reward for being sweet.
You continue to list all the reasons why you wouldn’t get in trouble as you balance the tray on your hip. Your black heels clicking on the floor with each cautious step, the glasses clinking against each other, the liquor sloshing against the sides of the cups.
So focused on not spilling any of it, you pass by Steve in the hallway without realizing it. The tall blonde stops, placing his phone on his shoulder while he watches you head towards Bucky’s office.
“Ah sweetheart,” he says under his breath, “you never do learn.” Steve licks his bottom lip, craning his head to get a better view. Steve debates if he should get rid of all your regular clothes and make you dress up all the time because if he didn’t have two meetings coming up, he would have grabbed you and fucked you against the wall for having the audacity to be so stunning.
His already stiff cock getting harder when the small black garter peeks out from beneath your frilly skirt when you balance the tray on your hip. “Damn, I love that girl.”
When you disappear into Bucky’s office, Steve resumes his conversation. “No, tell Craig we’re not settling for the docks, we’re taking the market district. If he has a problem with my terms, he can speak to me personally”
Opening the door, you squeak in surprise, your stomach twisting into a nervous knot. You forgot that Bucky was hosting a small gathering in his office. You nearly dropped the tray when six pairs of eyes landed on you, the door closing behind you with a loud click.
The other men glance between you and him, four of them offering polite greetings before looking elsewhere. The mafia world has unspoken, universal rules. Don’t snitch, never disrespect a man’s mother or grandmother, do not bother a man on his daughter’s wedding day. And do not under any circumstances look at or speak to Steve and Bucky’s girl unless you’ve been given permission.
And they never give permission.
You can’t stop yourself from biting your bottom lip when you see Bucky. He’s sitting at the head of the table, his domineering presence making the enormous office seem small. Bucky sets down his pen with a sigh, his blue eyes snapping up to meet yours. He alluring and sexy, especially when he wears the black suit. You don’t even notice the anyone else when he looks at you like that. His startlingly blue eyes raking over you, he raises one long index finger and slowly bends it.
