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I somehow got on the wrong side of tiktok earlier, and had to find my way back to booktok and Marvel, but this came to my mind. :)

Steve didn't share. Anything. If it was his business, or his food or friends. He has specific claims on things that no one can touch, or they get serious consequences.

People fear him enough to know not to mess with his reputation, or even just him in general. He has men everywhere, even women. The police are on his side with the few scattered across the force, and even the FBI keeping his trail clean.

So why was he so hot and bothered now?

Because the one thing that was never to be messed with, wasn't answering his calls as he waits for them to come out of the library. You. You had told him it was to decline the offer of moving across the country to live your life as a full publisher, but you liked the small life, getting enough money from it. And with Steve, you were okay.

But your boss was something on Steve's radar. He kept track of his record on a daily basis, had men follow him, even Natasha, who played with him half the time, making him scared when going home, or just paranoid. It was harmless, and nothing was being put under file law-wise, making it even better.

Until you never answered him. He was waiting outside for you by then, cars lining the street with Bucky standing next to him, his arms crossed just near his hips as he waits patiently to open your door when you come out.

Steve, on the other hand, was tapping his foot against the pavement, trying yout phone one more time before going to your desk cell, filling the in box with nervous messages. A big bad mafia boss was breaking into a sweat, his chest heaving as he hears the monotone clicks that the phone had been answered but call was ended.

You are stuck by the front desk, hand trying to keep a distance with the man in front of you as he tries so hard to press his body against yours. His breath was close enough, and the peppermint of his gum was just strong enough to be taken into your senses.

"You know, Y/N," he starts darkly, and you feel tears form in your eyes when his hands place themselves right under the wire of your bra, fingertips just a hair away from touching the undergarment from above your shirt. "I thought you were smart enough not to mess with people like Steve Rogers."

His mouth is just encasing itself on the shell of your ear when your phone rings again, vibrating the table. He groans in annoyance and grabs your jaw after pulling away from you, his nails digging into your cheeks. It felt like blood had been drawn.

"Why are you with someone who can end you the second you wrong them, when you can be with me?" His eyes, once green, are now blown, and your let out a shaky breath as his head dips in closer, letting his lips graze yours. "Why are you with him, when I can give you so much more pleasure than he can."

Your groan was from displeasure the second his lips make the full connection with yours, hands eventually pushing him off as he lightly pushes your knee with his feet, tripping you as he lands on the ground. You were quick when standing, your tears finally escaping as you race to the door to leave the building from the backside.

"Answer me, you fucking whore!" Slamming you into the wall, you sob as he pushes you against the fire extinguisher, his hand on your throat to squeeze. Oxygen was no longer making it to your brain, and you were gasping, trying to let out the scream bubbling in your chest as he continues to kiss your neck. "I bet he chokes you how I am now. It's the same, Y/N, I just do it better."

"Get your fucking hands off of her." The relief you feel when hearing Steve's voice doesn't do justice with the fact you could barely breathe, your eyes meeting his in plead as the last of your air is being constricted out of you. "Don't make me tell you again." He is slow with talking, sending chills down your spine from the anger seeping into his words.