You practically moan as you toss your backpack to the ground at the top of the bluff. Bucky laughs, following your lead. The camping trip was Steve’s idea, so of course, he didn’t have any trouble with the hike up the bluff or with the heavy backpack. He practically skipped the whole way here.

He gives you a bright smile as he unclips the tent from the bottom of his pack. “You two gonna help me or am I on my own here?” He asks, spreading out the tarp. Bucky rolls his eyes but helps out his friend.

In an effort to be somewhat helpful, you decide to start gathering wood for the fire. Even though your legs feel noodly and it’s way hotter than you thought it would be, you’re still happy to be here. The three of you will start your 4th and final year of college in just a few weeks; it feels surreal. 

You’ve known Steve and Bucky since freshman year and it’s crazy to think that at the end of this school year, the three of you won’t necessarily be in the same place anymore. Both the boys will probably get shipped out after graduation and you haven’t quite decided what’s next for you. 

It’s not very easy to force yourself to stop thinking about it, but when you haul back your arm full of firewood and see Bucky and Steve bickering about the tent, it all seems to fade away. You dump the wood and dig out a fire pit, trying to remember your firemaking skills from girl scouts.

It takes you a few tries and way more matches than Troupe Leader Nicols would have approved of, but eventually, you have a fire. The boys manage to get the tent up without killing each other, and this place is starting to come together. 

 “Look at you go, angel.” Bucky starts pulling the food out of his pack, laying it out so he can start cooking. Even though you’ve known him for three years, you haven’t quite gotten used to how tall Bucky is. Steve too, honestly. They’re both built like goddamned brick walls and even when Bucky is sitting beside you, he isn’t even eye level.

Now you won’t beat around the bush. Bucky is incredibly easy on the eyes. Especially with the firelight flickering in his deep blue eyes. His brown hair is swept up off his forehead in a carelessly sexy way that makes you want to scream, but you keep it contained. It’s never been like that between the two of you. He’s always kept his conquests out of your friendship, opting to give you bare-bone details about his casual hookups. 

It’s the same with Steve. You watch him as he walks toward the fire, a soft smile on his lips. He’s beautiful, you’ve thought so since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re doing okay, checking in. He makes butterflies burst in your heart every time he comes around.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve says, sitting beside you. Bucky arranges the little tin foil packets on the hot stones, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m happy the three of us could finally get out here. We’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while.” 

Your heart warms at his words. Steve and Bucky are your best friends, they’ve been there for you through all the ups and down college has thrown at you. You’re not sure you would’ve survived without them. Part of you feels guilty for developing feelings for them, for the fact that you want more when they’ve already given you everything.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you reply, nudging Steve with your shoulder. “This is perfect.” The glow from the fire softens his usual sharp, classically charming features, and you feel yourself melt at the sight of them. Behind him, the sun is setting, painting the sky with bright oranges and pinks, and everything feels so… right. 

Once the food is warmed up, Bucky passes everything out and you all dig in. Conversation flows easily between the three of you, reminiscing and laughing about the past, and before you know it, the stars are shining in the sky. 

“It’s so clear up here,” Bucky mumbles, tilting his chin to stare at the constellations. “Can never see this many stars in the city.” You follow his line of sight and find his eyes tracing the outline of Hercules. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” Bucky turns, grinning down at you. Suddenly, it feels like there’s no air. The way he’s looking at you sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” Your lips part on a gasp, mind spinning.

“Bucky.” You can barely hear your voice when you speak. He just smirks and flicks his eyes behind you to where Steve is watching silently. You quickly turn to him, heat flooding your body.

“S’mores?” He asks, not appearing fazed by the moment between you and Bucky. You watch him arrange the s’mores materials and hand out sticks to roast marshmallows as if nothing happened.

“Steve, I–” He just smiles and shakes his head a little as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. You shake it off, taking the stick from Steve and roasting a marshmallow. You stare at the flames, feeling off-kilter from the heated moment with Bucky. You don’t want to hurt Steve, you care so much about him. You couldn’t ever pick between the two of them, your feelings equally strong for both men. You don’t want him to feel like you’ve chosen Bucky over him.

Before your marshmallow has a chance to light on fire, you pull it away from the flames and make your s’more. The chocolate melts in your mouth and you grin; s’mores could probably solve all your problems. 

You feel fingers turning your chin and suddenly you’re back face-to-face with Bucky. “You’ve got a little somethin’ here, angel,” he whispers. His thumb gently rubs against the corner of your mouth as he slowly leans toward you. When he’s just inches away, his lips tip up into his signature smirk, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to your lips. He’s kissing you softly, but there’s so much passion in it. Bucky’s hand cups your face while his metal fingers rest on your waist, holding you steady. 

You lean into his kiss, head buzzing. You’ve wanted this for years, since the first time you met him, and now it’s happening. But you can’t forget that Steve is beside you, watching. Watching his best friend kiss you right in front of him. That’s what makes you pull away.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Bucky says, thumb tracing over your lips. 

“Language.” Steve’s scolding tone is also a teasing one, and you turn to find him watching you and Bucky with hooded eyes. He reaches out, placing a hand on your leg. His palm is warm against your skin but you still shiver at that contact.

“Stevie,” you whisper. He nods, shifting closer until he can lean his forehead against yours. 

“You’re beautiful, angel.” When he kisses you, he tastes sweet like the s’more and smells smokey from the fire. His hand rests on your hip opposite from where Bucky’s is, and the feeling of both of them touching you at the same time sends you spinning. Never, in any of the scenarios you’d thought up did they both want you, let alone at the same time. Sure, you’ve fantasized about it, dreamed about it, but you didn’t think it’d ever happen. 

Bucky’s hands find your shoulders, grazing your neck. You feel him lean down and press his lips to the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and you groan into Steve’s kiss. Heat builds between the three of you, a sense of urgency you’ve never felt before.

“You’re perfect,” Bucky says into your skin, sucking gentle marks in places that make you see stars. “Our perfect little angel.” Steve pulls away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, and you look between the two men, stunned.

“I never thought…” your voice fades as you lose yourself in both of them. 

“Never thought what?” Steve prompts, trailing across your face.

“Never thought that you two would feel this way for me.” Bucky chuckles, still pouring his attention into your neck.

“We’ve never met a girl like you, angel,” Bucky tells you, and you truly believe it. “You’ve been ours since you met us, we’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Your heart slams in your chest so hard you swear it’s going to burst right out.

“How do you feel?” Steve asks, holding your face in his big, warm hands. “Is this okay?” You nod quickly, earning you a laugh from both men.

“I feel like I’m floating,” you reply. Four hands move over your body, feeling every inch of you. Two sets of lips kiss you, taste you, and unravel you. Bucky adjusts you so you’re able to lean back against him and Steve moves with you, not letting you go for even a moment. Sandwiched between the two mountain-like men, you’ve never felt safer, never felt better.

When they pull away, both men help you stand. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, but it’s worth it to see them both smiling happily at you.

“Angel,” Bucky says, turning your head with two fingers. You love that nickname. You don’t remember where it came from, you used to roll your eyes at it, but you’ve always loved it. Especially when Bucky says it like that. “We can stop if you want to, we don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”

“What if I want it all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Then we’ll give it to you,” Steve answers. He guides you toward him, hooking his fingers in the hem of your shirt before tugging it off you. You shiver in the night air, but Bucky is quick to warm you up, his lips finding your shoulder. 

Steve works your shorts off next, helping you step out of them. In just your panties and bra, you should feel exposed, but you don’t. Steve and Bucky make you feel beautiful, they make you feel strong. Steve admires you for a moment, bright blue eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. Then, he turns you to face Bucky.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this, angel,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you. His metal fingers are cold against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

Behind you, Steve steps in close, tracing his fingers along your back. The shapes he draws are followed by his lips. It takes you a moment, but you realize he’s drawing the constellations on your back, kissing the stars into your skin. 

Both of the men kneel and Steve unclasps your bra. Bucky instantly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, taking your other breast into his hand. Steve watches from over your shoulder, breathing heavily as he takes in the sight of Bucky worshiping you. His hands trace down your torso, finding the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. You gasp, one hand burying itself in Bucky’s hair, the other reaching back to hold onto Steve.

Steve’s fingers slide up your legs before his right hand reaches the crux of your thighs. His other hand anchors in Bucky’s hair, tugging it lightly. You’re desperate for him; for them, and you know he can feel it. His fingers slide against you, knocking your clit with each pass. “You’re so wet,” he tells you, sliding a finger inside of you. “So wet for us, angel.”

Bucky groans against your nipple before pulling away to watch Steve finger you. “Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, resing his forehead against your sternum. “I know, language.” Steve chuckles by your ear, adding a second finger. He picks up his pace, hitting a spot inside of you that makes your head go fuzzy. Your knees wobble, and Bucky holds them, not letting you fall.

“Why don’t we take this to the tent, Buck,” Steve suggests. The other man nods, and a second later, he scoops you into his arms. Steve helps the two of you settle the tent after putting out the fire, and once you’re laying down between the two of them, they’re back on you.

Bucky slides down between your legs, tongue running over your pussy like he’s starving, while Steve’s tongue laves your breasts. Bucky works you back to the point Steve had gotten you to, the band in your belly ready to snap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him to where you want him, and as he works tight circles over your clit, you come apart, shaking in his and Steve’s arms. 

“So perfect, angel, so perfect,” Bucky whispers against your clit. “Gimme another one, come on.” He slides two fingers inside of you, stretching you while he tastes you. You’re sensitive since you just came, but Bucky is quick to soothe any ache you feel. Steve sucks marks across your breasts and neck, ones that you’re so happy to wear, and you come again just thinking about it.

“Please, please,” you moan, gently guiding Bucky’s face away from your pussy. 

“Tell us what you want,” Steve tells you, kissing your cheek. You glance between him and Bucky, who is still resting between your thighs, and feel a renewed heat in your belly.

“I want both of you.” Bucky raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “I want both of you at the same time.” Steve and Bucky exchange a glance, and for a moment, you worry you’ve suggested the wrong thing. “Or, or not, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”

“Angel,” Bucky says, nipping at your inner thigh. “That was the perfect suggestion.”

“Really?” You look at Steve for confirmation, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

“Really,” he replies. “We’ve been wanting that since we both realized we had feelings for you. We talk about it all the time, what we’d do to you, what you’d sound like.” Your mind floods with downright pornographic images of those conversations until Steve and Bucky pull you back to the real world.

“If you’re gonna take us we’re gonna have to get you ready,” Bucky says, shifting onto his knees. He slides his hands over your legs, but his eyes are on Steve. “You just gonna stare, Stevie? Or are you gonna do something?” Steve does his best to maneuver over to Bucky, and when he’s between your legs too, he strips Bucky out of his shirt and works his pants down too. Bucky strips Steve next, and before you know it, they’re both naked. You can’t take your eyes off of them, off of their perfectly sculpted bodies.

Bucky tugs Steve into a bruising kiss, both men melting into each other. They fit perfectly together, feeding off one another in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful. When they pull apart, they’re both panting. They turn to you next, lust filling their eyes. 

Steve sinks lower and Bucky slides two fingers inside of you. Bucky moans as Steve takes his dick into his mouth. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch. You’ve never had voyeuristic tendencies before, but these men bring out a new side of you. 

Bucky smirks, one hand working you, the other hand cupping Steve’s head. He looks completely in his element. Bucky’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you out, but seeing how big he and Steve are, you aren’t sure any amount of preparation will be enough. 

When Bucky decides you’re ready, he moves, pulling Steve off of him. Steve’s face is flushed, but he grins as he positions himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your pussy and notches the head of his dick at your entrance. You press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss as he presses inside of you. He’s stretching you more than Bucky’s fingers, but it feels so incredible.

“Oh my god, angel,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you. ”You’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” Bucky lays down beside you, hand sliding down to where Steve is fucking you. He circles your clit slowly in contrast to the pace Steve is setting. 

“Doesn’t he feel good?” Bucky whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers lower, slipping one inside of you with Steve’s dick. You jolt at the feeling, but Steve kisses you sweetly, nipping at your lower lip. “His cock is perfect, isn’t it, angel? Hitting all the right spots, huh?”

“Shit, yes,” you moan, your head lolling back as Steve fucks you. “It feels so good.” Steve and Bucky seem to be communicating telepathically, because they keep moving in sync. Steve will shift, Bucky will move with him. They play your body like a fiddle, like they know you better than you know yourself. 

Eventually, they manage to get Steve below you with you on top, riding him. He’s even deeper this way, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Bucky sits behind you, sliding his hands all over you, kissing you everywhere. 

“You ready for the next step?” Bucky asks, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. 

“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper. You’ve been on edge for a while, everytime you get close to coming Steve slows down, not letting you finish. Bucky rustles through a bag and you hear a click before you feel one of his fingers, slick and warm, pass over your ass. You shiver at the feeling but keep grinding against Steve. 

Bucky works his finger inside of you, and even just the feeling of his finger in your ass coupled with Steve’s dick makes the band in your belly snap. You come on a groan, leaning back against Bucky’s chest. Once you’re relaxed, he adds a second finger. You feel like you’re going to explode. Bucky keeps working you, keeps stretching you, all the while whispering in your ear.

“So perfect for us, angel, so good. You squeezin’ my fingers so tight, squeezing Stevie so good.” After he feels you’re ready, you feel him pull away. Next, his lubed cock presses against your ass and you stifle a groan. Bucky runs his hands over you soothingly before he presses inside of you.

Steve moans loudly from below you, gripping your hips tightly. “Oh my god, Bucky, she’s so much tighter now.” You whimper as they start to move in tandem, stretching you to your limit. 

“Come on, Stevie, show her how much you want her,” Bucky goads as he tweaks your nipples. Steve bucks below you, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, your head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder, and all you can do is take it. Bucky presses in deeper, fucking you at an agonizing pace. 

“God, angel, you feel so good. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” He whimpers the words, and you can tell he’s getting close. You run your hands along his chest, scraping him lightly with your nails, and he comes on a loud moan. Bucky keeps thrusting into you, making a sensitive Steve whine, but he comes soon after, filling you.

The three of you lay in an exhausted, sexed-out heap, breathing heavily. You’re blissed out between the two of them, loving how even though they’re about to pass out, they’re still caressing you; still holding you. 

“I should go get something to clean us up,” Steve says, moving to sit up, but you grab him and pull him back down, tugging him into your chest. 

“Not yet,” you whisper. Bucky joins your cuddle heap despite the heat coming off everyone’s bodies. “Just stay here with me.”

When setting up the tent, Bucky and Steve had opted to keep the rain fly off since it’s not supposed to rain, so you can see the stars through the mesh top of the tent. After a few moments of sated silence, you speak again. “Is this real?”

“Of course it’s real, angel,” Bucky replies, squeezing one of your hands. “Our feelings for you are real. This is real.”

“Your feelings for us are real, right?” Steve asks, lacing his fingers with your other hand.

“Of course.”

“Then it’s real,” Steve says. “We care about you so much, angel, and we want this to work out. Real.”

Eventually, you let Steve get you cleaned up. The three of you fall asleep in a tangled mess, but you couldn’t be happier. Tonight was perfect, this trip, these men, everything. Absolutely perfect.

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"Easy. Don't twitch too much sweetheart." You mumble against the leaking tip of his cock, your hands fondling his full balls, massaging and squeezing, "You don't want me to choke do you?" You wink just before you take his cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to make the sucking easier.

"God. No, no but I- Please." He whines, low and almost teary eyed from frustration, "I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

You release his cock with a wet pop, moving your hand up and down, slowly from the bottom and then rolling your palm over the tip, making sure to spread his cum nicely. "Not yet. Just a little longer. Then you can give me every last drop." You make sure to look at him in the eye as your tongue darts out to lick the dripping bead cum flowing down Peter's hard length.

He bites his bottom lip, making it tremble upon release as another needy whimper escapes him.

"Poor thing. You're so hard. It must hurt a lot huh. How about I kiss it better for you." You trail hot, slow, deliberate kisses up and down his dick, making it throb even more when you give him a long lick from his balls all the way to the tip.

"I need to be inside you. I'm feel like I'm gonna explode." Peter pulls at the sheets, his hands needing something to tug, something to hold onto.

"I fully expect you to. And you've been a very good boy for me Peter. I should reward you now shouldn't I?" You run your fingers between your legs, briefly inserting one finger in, letting out a long moan. "Hear that? That's how wet I am for you. Let me show you."

You move and straddle his hips, spreading your lips with your fingers and rubbing his hard, aching cock between your wet pussy lips.

"Think you're ready for me? Hm?" You roll your hips against his cock, making another drop of cum drip onto his abs. He can't even form words anymore, he just nods his head quickly and whimpers out your name.

With a brief kiss on his lips you position yourself on top of him, nudging your opening with the tip once, twice, before you fully sink down on him without warming.

"Oh fuck!" Peter throws his head back, his hands leaving the sheets for your thighs, keeping your pinned against him, your hips fully against him. "You're so warm inside. Feels like my cock's gonna melt. God. Move. Move. Please. I need to come. I need-"

"Soon love, soon." You squeeze your cunt around him, focusing on his tip as you begin to move your hips ups and down, sinking all the way down each time. "Come when I tell you to. All of it. Make sure you give me all of it. Ready darling? Are you ready to give me all you've got?"

"Yes, yes. Anything. Everything. Please met me come. Please!" He starts to babble, his whole body shaking then snapping like a web thread once you nod his way. His hips start driving into you at full force, his cock shooting warm jets of cum deep inside your pussyhole, painting your insides white with his seed.

You're not far behind, especially when he looks so adorable and sexy underneath you. You start milking him with your cunt, intent on getting all of his cum.

"Holy shit." Peter throws his arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly along with yours. You need to brace yourself on his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over him. "That was intense."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." You lean down to give him another kiss, longer than the last one, brushing your tongue against his. "It feels nice to let go of responsibility and control once in a while huh?"

Peter licks his lips and takes a deep breath, "I wouldn't mind doing it more often."

"I was really hoping you'd say that. Try to last even longer next time hm?" You clench around him again, getting another spurt of cum from him in return.

bucky is .. something when he eats pussy. he’s rough, burying his face between your thighs, nosing at your clit the way he knows you love, the way you taught him. he feeds on the way you whine and moan and shiver and shake as you call his name, thighs clenching around his head. he loves grabbing at your thighs, loves the feeling of them under his hands. he likes the way the slaps ring out when he can’t help but smack your thigh, growling out how fucking good you taste and how good you are for him. he could eat you out for hours. he can never get over how pretty his metal hands looks glimmering with your arousal, the way you gasp whenever he slides them in, the cold metal contrasting with how fucking hot you feel.

he knows you love how he flips you over when he’s done, yanking your hips up to meet his relentless thrusts. it’s the super-soldier stamina mixed with how crazy your body drives him, the way your pussy sounds when he drives into you, the slips of your hips against his. he can’t help but lift your back up to his chest, rubbing at your clit with his flesh hand, closing the metal one around your throat. he knows you love how rough he can be with you, hitting that spot inside you with no mercy. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, telling you how you’re gonna give him another one, how you’re gonna be his sweet lil thing and come for him again. the way he drops you down only to yank your head back by your hair after you come, chasing his high.

.

Steve was not really planning on setting you straight the moment you opened the door of your house for him. He really wasn't. Despite the violent surge of hormones the enhancement procedure had caused, he just wanted to see you and maybe a small part of him even wanted to see you realize that you had been wrong. 

… And that he really could be worthy of you. 

But the way your disgusting mouth fired off such condescending and hurtful words the moment you opened the door, not even bothering to look at him as your eyes remained glued to the book -that he was sure contained the most profane content-, he just lost it. 

His patience gave out. 

"Back already?" Steve had a specific knock pattern that familiarized itself to you in the seven months you had been together. "I am surprised you made it back here on those sticks you call legs." Spinning on your heels, you started walking towards the living room, eyes glued on the erotic words of the novel in your hands. 

"It's okay, honey" your tone was full of mock. "I told you it was too good to be true and you didn't have it in you to go through with something like that. If only you had listened to me, you would have saved us a lot of embarrassment but oh well." With a headshake and a sigh, you continued on with digging your grave. "Now that that's over, I am hungry." He had been gone for 2 whole days and the second thing he was getting to hear after your insults was the order to go fix you something to eat. "So- HEY!" 

The novel in your hands was snatched away with such force that your wrists felt sparks ignite in their joints, the noise of paper tearing filling the air as they slipped through your fingers. "WHAT-" you whipped your head to glare at him but his face was nowhere to be found.

Instead, a very broad chest stared back at you as it rose and fell gently. Your eyebrows furrowed as mild panic kicked in. Had you opened the door for someone else? But when your eyes quickly jumped up to the owner of the chest, your vision spun for a split second and heartbeat jumped. 

"St- Steve?!" You sputtered after gaping at the bigger man for who knew how long. The blonde hair and blue eyes were the only things recognizable to you. Everything else, like the anger in the bright orbs, the jaw, the shoulders, the chest and his height was the exact opposite of what you had known before. "What the f-"

"Hey there, Angel." Fuck. You hated the petname. "Were you good for your man while was gone?" His hands that we're much bigger than what you were used to pushed your hair out of your face. "Because by the looks of it…" Even his voice was deeper. Dangling the erotica in front of you two, his eyes scanned over it. "It doesn't look like you were." He had tried to request you time and time again to not read such cheap things that did nothing to improve the mind. 

"Hm?" You could just blink at him and his body dumbly. On what Earth was something like this possible?!

Steve sighed as he tossed the book on the phone table in the living room. "You know what I think, Angel?" Your heart was thundering and cheeks were burning. Shock was the only thing your body could decipher. You didn't know what to feel. Or think. You had thought he was just trying to impress you when he had tried to tell you about the procedure on multiple occasions but you had brushed him off each time. 

A very warm and sense awakening pat was given to your cheek. "Ask me what I think, babygirl" your heart almost froze. Something you had challenged him to call you because you knew he wouldn't due to the filthy context that had been dangling in your hand at the time. 

Steve was a gentleman. So despite the fact that he very obviously adored you in every way possible -the man literally cooked and cleaned for you!- he always pinked and frowned upon your boldness regarding sexual matters and painfully frank nature. Always so loud and shameless with your little girl friends in public settings with your pretty face dirtied with make up and skin-tight revealing dresses. 

Openly flirting with all the men that swooned over you despite already having one. Often times right by your side. 

And then when you were alone, that was another test for him. Knowing his shy nature, you made it a habit to read the vile lines from your novels out loud, always bending more than necessary to pick up things you would drop on purpose, enjoying his blushes and sometimes going so far as to even saying that he wasn't man enough for you. 

Steve had tried confronting you about it once while being afraid of what he was to do if you broke up with him. I pity you. Had been your answer. Because if not for me, you will die alone. Contrary to his expectation that you would finally say something sweet like in those romance novels and stories, you had crushed his heart and trampled on the pieces. 

"W-" you sputtered again dumbly, blinking and gulping while trying to gather your thoughts. "What do you th- think, Steve?" 

"I think it's high time you learnt a lesson in manners and respect, huh?" It had ended up in a fight. When you had told him during a makeout session that you had been a naughty girl to hopefully try and satiate your fantasies. He was still a man after all. One with a pretty decent cock for his size. Steve had flat out refused to hurt you in any way. I don't have it in me to see you cry. 

"Hm?" Your pussy shot back up to life when the back of the same hand that had patted your cheek before tapped against your other cheek now, almost making your head loll to be side. "What do you say, Angel?" The way his fingers pinched your chin to bring your face back to the center before he moved it side to side sent a shiver from your spine to your holes. 

Holy shit. 

Your throat was dry as a dessert. But something else was starting to get wet. "Yes, Steve…" With the way his eyebrows slightly moved you could tell he was as surprised by your response as you were. 

It was out before you had been able to stop yourself. 

Excitement was starting to thrum through the entirety of your body. 

Oh God. 

Were you finally about to experience a fraction of all that you had read? 

Finally something real and not imagination while you fucked yourself? 

"I need to be taught a lesson so bad, Steve" you greedily nudged him despite being pretty fucking scared of his transformed body and whatever hex it had taken them to get him to tower over you like this. 

But you really wanted to see the product. You decided. 

"Damn right you do" a loud gasp left you when you were hurled over his shoulder in the next moment, both ends of your body hanging helplessly from either sides of his shoulders. "Little sluts like you don't deserve the gentleman treatment" Steve sat down on the couch and very effortlessly bent you over his knee. 

You bit your lip as your head spun, hole clenching around nothing as your lover spread your legs. 

"Pathetic girl" he clicked his tongue as he roughly pulled your underwear down, his strength tearing it in the process. The sound of his hand cutting through the air was loud in the silent room before the impact of bare skins reverberating rang in the air. "Always acting like you didn't give a shit but wearing my shirt like a lovesick bitch when I wasn't around." 

What? 

Yes he was a loser but he was your loser. 

Two days was a long time even for your stubborn self. 

While you had refused to accompany him and told him all the harsh things possible, you had been anxious and scared. 

It was your own twisted way to try and keep him unharmed from what you had suspected to be mad scams. 

These two days were the longest you had gone without hearing from him at all. 

"Telling me I wouldn't make it?" The slaps were fucking painful but the vibrations that travelled down to your weeping pussy were worth the heat. "Not being there for me when I needed you the most?" You tried to cry out like the girls in your books. You really did. "The first thing I see when I step out from the machine?" But all that came out were moans of need.

Loud, throaty, aroused and shameless moans. 

"That dumb English whore who thought it was okay to touch what belonged to my Angel" your ears perked up as you whipped your head to peek up at him through your hair that had fallen over your face. Who? "All because you weren't there because you rather stay at home like a little a bratty fucking self-centered know-it-all bitch" Steve seemed to be taking the rage of the encounter out on you. 

You wanted to inquire about the English whore in question but the way your ass was starting to seethe rendered you unable to form any words.  

"But I guess that would have been fine, huh Angel?" Steve spread your legs and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you upwards. "Since you always thought it was okay to flirt with all those assholes right in front of me!" A scream exploded in the room when his huge hand boomed against her soaked pussy, the dark red on her ass having both satisfied and bored him by then. 

"STEVE!" You blinked away stars as your hips tried to move, legs flailing pathetically while you hung from his grasp. "PLEASE!" The next slap had you blinking away stars. Fuck. Not that he had ever laid a finger on you in this way before but from the handholding and intimate sessions you could tell he had gotten stronger tenfold. 

"Aw, what's the matter, babygirl?" Steve kept on taunting and spanking your swollen pussy that made the mode embarrassing squelching sounds due to the arousal constantly leaking out of it. "You not woman enough to take it?" You had dug your own grave.  

"Please, Steve!" Tears streamed down your cheeks less from the pain and more from the humiliation of realization of your situation. Confusion. Arousal. 

You, the mighty Y/n, bent over the town wuss Steve Rogers' knee that you had only started to date because you knew he would both worship you and put up with whatever you wanted. 

Helpless and humbled yet wanting. 

Desperate. 

"Please what?" 

"Please…" So many emotions and thoughts were bolting through you. "Please…" Your chest heaved as you sobbed due to how overwhelmed you were. "Please…" Hanging your head low, you found yourself aching for his hand that had stopped it's assault and so your resolve became clear to your hazy mind with each passing second. "... More." 

A feeling of sickness washed over you momentarily as realisation dawned upon you during a moment of clarity when you were left to your thoughts briefly as he undid his pants. 

You were loving this. 

The humiliation of being set straight by Steve Rogers. 

The fear of being at the mercy of this form of his that you barely recognized. 

That feeling that you were not as big as you liked to think of yourself.

The reduction of your being from the daughter of one of the biggest names in town to a mere ragdoll as your man that you used to walk all over bending you against the couch like a common whore instead of taking you to the bed like a respected lover. 

Your fingers clasped around the edges of the couch as a cold sigh shook its way past your lips. 

"You don't deserve the bed" Steve seemed to read your mind as he aligned his tip that had gotten five times thicker against your well lubricated and inviting entrance. "That is for good women who respect and support their men" the hurt in his words was clear as he pushed in to you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling and the acknowledgement of his increased size. Words of his old self rang in your ears. 

Acts of passion and intimacy are sacred to relationships. You had scoffed at him. We must not ruin their sanctity by performing them just anywhere like animals. You had rolled your eyes at him. You are my Queen, Y/n, I know you think it's all 'ridiculous' but I would never disgrace you or disrespect you by violating your dignity in any way. You had pushed at his chest as he had struggled to keep spooning you in his bed. To be touched openly is below you. You deserve to be worshipped in a bed with all the love that I have. In a proper bed. You had taunted him about fucking you against the counter that day. 

Fuck you like he was doing right now. 

"You're not a woman" while you were a heaving mess from the prostate shattering pounding that you were receiving, his breathing stamina seemed to be perfectly fine. "You're a mere girl." His hand wrapped around your hair, coiling the length over his palm before he pulled you back with a jolt. "A disgusting, ill mannered little disrespectful girl that needs a lot of discipline." Your pussy hole tried to retract with each thrust, muscles clenching around his thick cock that was decorated with bulging veins.

"But not to worry," he pulled your head back until your head reached his lips and your neck curved as much as it could. "Her Daddy's finally home and he is determined to set her straight." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more as you crashed and succumbed to the heat between your hips that now soared all the way up to your torso, the violent thrusts tossing your breasts up and down. 

A sickening smile made its way on Steve's handsome face as he hit your sensitive bundle of nerves each time he slammed in. "Fucking hell, Angel. You loved that, didn't you?" He could feel the first of his many orgasms for the day starting to claw it's way up. "You twisted fucking filthy whore." 

"Yes, Steve!" You sobbed as post orgasm sensitivity washed over you, body shaking violently due to the influx of emotions. "Yes! I am a filthy Angel whore!" A pained moan escaped you when you clenched around his cock in response to the overstimulation. 

He wasn't allowed you fuck you after you orgasmed as you hated overstimulation. It was his fault if he couldn't go before you. No matter how close he was, once you had cum he always pulled out and relieved himself by hand. 

But now…

Oh, you loved the loss of power. 

You couldn't even lie. 

"For the whole town that you love to flirt with?" Steve's voice was low but rough as he fucked your now even tighter and wetter pussy to orgasm. "Didn't catch that, Angel" a harsh spank cut your mindless blabber short and you obediently spoke through the bubbles forming in your mouth. 

"No! No! Only for you! Steve! I swear!"

"Better fucking be" he was on the edge. "Come fucking here" the man grunted as he harshly pushed you up against his chest by grabbing a handful of one of your boobs, pushing his body against yours to knock you both down on the couch. "Who owns you?" Fuck. He really was a different man. "Who is fucking you?" You sobbed as he bent you over the backrest over the couch, his chest draped over your back as he pressed harsh kisses and bites to your cheeks and jaw. "And you better fucking use your words or I'll fuck your mouth so hard that you'll really become fucking dumb." The threat made you realize that you were nearing another orgasm. 

"Steve Rogers!" You were full on crying at this point as you felt his hot seed coat your insides while he battered you raw. "Steve Rogers is fucking me! And he owns me!" When his fingers pinched your nipple roughly you couldn't help but clench again and add. "He is the only one who owns me!" A scream left you as you hit another orgasm out of humiliating overstimulation, shuddering as Steve fucked his high off while basically chewing on the skin of your jaw. 

You panted and collapsed against the couch, completely submitted to his mercy as you shook, blinking away the stars in your vision as the vertigo of your ears slowly dissipated notch by notch. 

Steve took his sweet time slowing down and then staying inside you while he admired his handy work on your ass cheeks and between them. Your crack was full of both your juices. 

A loud whine trembled out of you when he finally pulled out with a plop, the sudden loss of warmth upsetting your cavern despite the hypersensitivity.

"Up" Steve harshly smacked your sore ass as he got up to his feet and tucked his cock inside his pants. "Go and fix me a meal." When you dumbly turned your head to look at him in disbelief, he raised an eyebrow and the dangerousness in the expression had you jumping to your feet that you could barely feel. "Tsk, such a useless girl. Can't even have a proper lunch ready for her man for when he gets back from work" he relentlessly degraded you as you struggled to stand and he did his pants. 

"S- Sorry, Steve…" Yet you could only sputter out a submissive apology. "J- Just…" You went to hurriedly limp away, pleasing him the only priority in your clouded mind. 

Your hair was caught on something before your legs almost pulled away from under you from the force. "Where's my kiss?" Steve finally said one thing common with his old self after pulling you back to face him by the hold he had on your head. 

A shudder trickled down to your pussy as you whimpered. "S- Sorry, Daddy" before you pressed your lips to his. 

Fuck. 

You were scared.

There was so much to find out and get used to. 

But you couldn't lie.

It excited you.