Tiff🕊

“I want a divorce”

There was a pregnant silence that follows after the uttered words. You even contemplated on repeating yourself when Steve puts his cutlery down, clenches his jaws and replied with a stern,

“No.”

His voice holds a sense of finality and an ‘I don’t care what you say next’ tone, before continuing his dinner. You sit there confused. “What do you mean ‘no’? You won’t talk to me, you won’t tell me anything and you have the audacity to say ‘no’?” You’re honestly surprised with how gentle your voice sounds right now because you are burning inside.

“I said what I said. Sit down, y/n” you could tell he’s getting impatient which is kind of odd since you’ve always known him to be pretty relaxed but the again, things hasn’t been the best these days with how your marriage is falling apart so it’s not too shocking. “We just started getting better… why can’t you just wait for me?”

You scoff, “wait for you? I waited for two years! You know, maybe you started way too late. Maybe this is your starting line but it definitely is where my line ends. You can start your line with someone else. I am leaving and you better not come and try to find me, Steve, because I will call the cops on you.” Suddenly, your stomach starts to feel a burning sensation and you wince. This can’t possibly be happening right now.

“Hey, let’s act like adults and talk, okay? I am not letting you step a foot out of this house. You will never leave me because you made a vow that day. A vow to be my wife— you’re bound to me.” Stave declares as he slowly backs you up against the kitchen counter, hands on either sides of you and his body getting so close to yours that you can feel his heartbeat.

Your traitorous body couldn’t help but feel hot. You have never been this close to each other, other than the occasional sessions in the privacy of your shared bedroom. ‘Not the time, dumbass.’ You tell yourself before refocusing on what you wanted to say. “You’re ridiculous, I think we should take some time apart. This isn’t healthy.”

Steve didn’t let you go. If anything, he started to snake his right hand down your waist while his left hand holds on towards the counter for support.

You had never thought of this before but it seems like Steve has taken notes on how your body reacts towards his touches. He knows that you lose every time so he’s getting you close in hopes of you changing your mind.

“Please, Steve. Let’s take a break, okay?”

Steve suddenly kisses you with full force. He nips and sucks at your lips, his tongue tasting every crevice of your mouth. He kisses you as if it was the last he’ll ever kiss. Which you have a feeling isn’t true.

When his kisses finally slows down, you start to pull away. You don’t know what came over you when you kissed his cheek before bolting out of the door. It feels like being a teenager all over again— being giddy about kissing a guy’s cheek.

Steve didn’t stop you as you pack your things and leave to your parents’ house. If you need space then fine, but you are not leaving him, ever. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.

The door opens and your mom greets you. You dread telling your parents what happened. You hate disappointing them as they have always supported you in whatever you choose to do.

However, your mom- being the angel that she is- knew what’s going on with a single look at your tired face. You cheeks flushed, with dried tears cascading down.

“Oh honey… come in. Did you get in a fight with Steve?” Your mom welcomes you as you hug her tight. You also realized that your dad isn’t home, a good sign as he would go batshit crazy if he saw you crying and knocking at his door at night. He’s always been protective of you and if he knows the reason for your tears, he would no doubt blame himself for letting you marry Steve.

“Yeah… just a little fight” you confirm, trying to conjure a small smile to your face. Your mom know it isn’t true but she doesn’t want to ask of you what you don’t wish to tell.

You sat down that night, explaining everything and your mom were shocked. “Do you love him, cherie?” Your mom asks you. “Of course I love him, mom. I know he loves me too but it seems like…. It seems like I come last in his life.” You try your best not to cry as you talk about your feelings.

”Oh no I am so sorry, y/n. I never thought he’d do that to you. He’s always been a good man in, well, everyone’s eyes so when he asked to be arranged to you I just—“

“Wait what? He asked to be arranged to me?” Okay now things are just not adding up. He asks for you and then chooses to neglect you? What goes on inside his brain?! ”Oh… hasn’t he told you? I mean, two years of marriage I thought he would’ve told you by now. I don’t know how he came to know about you since you guys don’t hang out in the same or similar circles of friends but he was so sure about it. He first came alone to introduce himself and make clear what his intentions are. Then, he brought his parents the night we had dinner with his family to finalize the engagement.”

To say you were shocked is an understatement. He acted so cold towards you and it turns out that he was the one who asked to marry you?

You start thinking about how weird it was to suddenly be arranged to him. Sure, your parents have money and it was normal for rich parents to marry their kid to another rich kid. But your wealth came from your father’s hard work. It’s not… passed down.

Steve’s family, however, is crazy rich. And it’s only logical that they are since they own the country’s most profitable oil refinery companies. So steve is extremely smart and packed with green papers in his wallet.

Yeah, his dad and yours know each other but it’s definitely not a close enough relationship to marry their children off to each other.

You lay yourself down on your childhood bedroom as you think about every single moment in your life since your marriage, trying to find other clues about the unknown things Steve has done. Few while later, your stomach starts to burn, only this time, it’s so much worse.

You hate this. It always happens when you get a little but too stressed or when your eating schedule goes awry - your stomach ulcer. You forgot just how bad things are when it happens.

You take some medicine that you have fortunately packed in your purse before quickly laying back down, hoping for the pain to go away.

An hour passed and the stomach ache hurts worse than it did before. You curse at your younger self for having such a bad eating diet and getting ulcer so many times that your usual medications don’t even work anymore.

“Mama!” You yell out, trying to strain the sound of pain in your voice. “Yes honey, what’s wrong? Oh no, is it your ulcer?” Your mom hovers over you, her face wrinkled in a worried look. All you can do is nod in response.

“I-I’ve tried my meds, mama. It doesn’t work, it’s been an hour.” You slowly explain, clutching at your shirt as if it would help with the pain.

“Oh honey, come on, I’ll help you up. We can go to the nearest hospital.” And with that, you find yourself in a hospital room. The doctor has given you a stronger dose of medication to help relieve the pain.

You were just about to sleep when you hear the door burst open. ”Steve? What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice weak from exhaustion. Steve frowns at the tone of your voice, ”my wife just got admitted to the hospital and you think I wouldn’t know? Why didn’t you tell me first chance you get?”

“Steve, I did just tell you I need space like— a few hours ago.”

“Yes but this is different. I’m not gonna stay away when you’re sick, y/n. Despite what you believe, I do care for you and I have never left you alone when you were sick.” Steve is silent after that and you have nothing else to say so you turn your back on him, choosing to face the other side.

Your mom had stayed with you but have currently gone back home to pack clothes and food. Later that night, you text her that it was okay for her to just stay home as Steve had come over and you were going to have a talk with him.

You hadn’t realized when you gave in to sleep but the next morning you woke up in a different hospital room with someone holding on to you by your waist, your head on top of their arm.

You laid there, looking at him. That someone being none other than Steve. His long lashes, his pink lips, and his growing stubble. He looks perfect. You wish things have always been this way.

“I asked for a more private room for us. Are you feeling better?” He asks with his eyes still closed. You nod, ”it still burns a little but I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry for doing this to you… will you let me explain once you’re better?” You look into his solemn eyes. They look sad and worried and this nurturing side of you hates to see that. Even if he did that to himself. You give him a little nod before he pulls you closer to his embrace and kisses the tip of your nose. You hate that you’re loving this but you’ll pretend like you don’t have the energy to say anything.

You were discharged that evening and was given some medication. “I’d say don’t stress or worry too much and try to eat more than three meals a day but have them in smaller portions. No oily foods, nothing too spicy, lay off any other types of beverages other than water… and she’ll be good. Also, she should take the medicine until she’s completely sure that the pain is gone” was what the doctor discussed with your husband before he gives a quick thank you to the doctor and then saw him out the door.

“I think we need a housekeeper at home to cook proper meals at least three times a day.” Steve casually expresses. “But I can cook…?”

“Yeah, but I know how little water you drink. I also know that you eat anything and everything spicy any time you can. So this is what we are going to do from now on: we’ll have a cook and she’ll report to me about what you eat.”

“How do you know that?” Your face red from embarrassment as your husband had just caught you red handed. “My lovely girl, I know everything.” Was what he says as he grabs your overnight bag and then puts his free hand on the small of your waist to guide you out. ‘I’ll just pretend like that’s not creepy’

By the time you reached home, it was dinner time and Steve is biting your ears off about your choice of food.

“Sweetheart, it’ll just make you ulcer worse. Come on, I’ll make you some rice and teriyaki chicken.” He insists, snatching the pack of ramen away from your grasp. “Nooo I want this ramen, please!” You try to reach the pack of ramen that Steve holds above his head.

“y/n, don’t be stubborn. You just got discharged.” He looks exasperated and eventually, you decide to give in, “fine.” You’ve always been rebellious when it comes to food and your ulcer. After having the worst stomach pain of your life, you’d just drink cold beverages and eat spicy and oily foods without care. It sometimes may look like you don’t care about your health but you just really can’t resist the temptation of food.

You huff before excusing yourself to go behind Steve and towards the fridge to grab some cold orange juice. Just as you were about to take it out, Steve pulls you back by your waist.

“Na ah. Nope. I’ve prepared water for you.” He says as he leads you towards the dining table. “Steve, thats so boring. At least give me cold water.” Your complaints go unheard as Steve continues to cook and prepare dinner.

“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore… I think I’m gonna go sleep.” You sheepishly say, not in the mood to eat anything anymore. “No. Eat.” That tone is back. That commanding tone. Honestly scares you to think about him being mad so you pick the safest option: just eat it.

Once you were done, Steve held your hand as if to prevent you from leaving. “Can we talk now?” You nod your head in agreement.

“I’m sorry for not being a good husband to you, I’m sorry. What I did was not okay. I often left you alone at home and I took your affections for granted. I don’t want you to leave me, Love. I need you to stay with me. The truth is, I’m not really used to being affectionate after uh… after my ex.”

“The one who was at the café?”

“Yes but I promise, I promise that wasn’t anything. There’s nothing between us. She’s just back in town and I wanted to catch up with her a little before I have dinner with my associates. A-and I know it doesn’t justify anything because I should’ve told you. Your’e my wife and I’m meeting another woman who had been in a relationship with me, I shouldve told you. I’m sorry for that.” You nod in acceptance. You appreciate that he acknowledges where he went wrong and that he apologized properly for it. But of course, it doesn’t make everything okay.

“I don’t know what to say to that that, Steve… if you really do have something going on with her, you have to tell me. We can end this once and for all. You never have to see me again- we can—“ you were suddenly interrupted with a yell.

“No!” Steve sighs loudly before quickly recovering from his frustration, “that’s not what I want nor is it what I need. I need you, y/n. Every night I get home to you and it warms my heart to know that you’re still waiting for me. It makes me melt when you pack me lunch and make breakfast a-and just everything that you do, I love it. I don’t show my affections but I do notice things about you. How you sometimes fall asleep on the couch whilst reading your books, when you wear fuzzy socks with weird patterns, or when you have a whole concert in the kitchen as you cook.”

You’re kind of surprised by the little facts he just spat out. You didn’t realize that when you do those things, there’s a slight chance Steve might be looking and taking notes.

Seeing as you are silent with no signs of saying anything, Steve continues to explain himself. “When I first got into this marriage, I wasn’t ready.”

“That’s bullshit, Steve. Mama told me you asked to be arranged to me.” You shake your head in disbelief. ”Yes and- and I’m sorry I rushed everything. This whole time I just- I just feel like I’ve got you and I have nothing else to worry about.”

“What does that mean?”

“I first saw you at the Campbell’s event. You intrigued me and I couldn’t help it. I found out about you when my mother noticed I was staring and it wasn’t hard to find you and really, and I just- I was selfish. I was intrigued by you and sooner than I realized, I’m head over heels for you. But you were everyone’s center of attention and I didn’t… like that. One thing led to another and I asked my parents to arrange me to you and you agreed.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry I took you for granted. It’s not that I don’t want my colleagues to know you, it’s just that I don’t always associate myself with good people and I don’t want them to know about you. After marrying you, it felt like I have you and no one will take you away from me. So I said, I’ll take care of my business and then I’ll finally be able to comfortably settle down with you. Now, it’s not even some guy stealing you away from me, its just you being repulsed by me.”

By now tears are streaming down your cheeks and you were lightly sobbing. You feel the familiar burn in your stomach again and you internally curse.

You could tell he’s honest and is genuinely sorry for his mistakes but putting you second to his work? That’s definitely a line crossed beyond acceptable. “How could you… I am not someone you ‘get’ and leave once you marry, Steve. Clearly me accepting this was a mistake. If you thats your mindset then you are not ready for marriage— at least not with me. Tell me, why don’t you wear you ring?”

Steve gives you no answer. You try to wipe the tears that are continuously falling down, wetting your shirt. “You know… the whole reason why I agreed to this marriage was because everyone praises you for being a good man. I guess it’s on me for falling for what people say ‘cause clearly you can’t even respect me enough to wear our fucking wedding ring. You must think that I’m so naive, I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”

You were about to take your ring off of your finger to hand to him but Steve’s great reflexes caught you before you could even touch it. Steve restricts your movements by hugging you tight.

He whispers sorries and I love yous until eventually you feel the familiar burn in your stomach coming back again making you go limp.

Steve takes that to his advantage to pick you up in his arms and set you down on the sofa. Not long after, you sit yourself up a little bit to get your meds from your purse only to see that Steve has gotten access to it first.

“Steve, what are you doing?” You weakly ask, trying to reach for the medication that he has confiscated. Steve gives you a smirk. The kind that makes chills run down your whole body. “You’ll forgive me if I give you your medicine, right? You’ll forgive me and we’ll start over. I’ll be better, I promise.”

You give him a baffled look. “Steve, those are my pills. How can you take advantage of me right now? Please, give it back, it hurts.”

“Not until you promise to let us start over, baby.”

“Steve, please!” You plead. Things are getting scarier by the second. Steve’s right hand holds your meds, hanging it in the air as if to taunt you. His left hand on your thigh, gripping you hard to add the pressure so you’d agree. “Say it for me, love, ‘I forgive you steve, we can start over’”

“Okay! Please just—“

“No, baby. I want the words.”

“I forgive you, we can start over.” You finally give in. Steve pecks your lips and smirks. He then took one of your pills out and puts it in your mouth before reaching towards the glass of water that was already on the coffee table.

“I’ll keep these, you know— to make sure that you remember to drink your medicine.” Steve gives you a wink before retreating to your shared room.

What the fuck?

++ Hi hii you guys! so I don't actually have a taglist and I'm not sure if I will have one but I feel bad if I don't tag at last some of you T~T thank you so much for the support on part one <3 I'm sorry I couldn't tag everyone but I hope you enjoyed this part too!!

“Good morning! I made waffles today, do you want any for work?” You ask, sensing Steve’s presence without even turning your body around.

“Yeah, thanks.” He replies curtly. It sends your heart in a bit of a turmoil whenever he’s around you. Sometimes it’s a good turmoil- as in him being so dreamy your heart just beats so fast it feels like you’re about to faint. But most of the time, it’s turmoil in its every intended meaning.

You understand why he acts cold to you. Your parents had arranged your marriage and you, knowing Steve’s good reputation, happily agreed. You never thought about how your marriage would turn so lonely and cold. You never thought about how he might not even like you.

Everyday with him has gotten you second guessing your choices. Maybe if you had courted before going straight to the wedding, he would’ve liked you better. Or maybe it would be better to just not agree in first place. You feel like you’re tying him down to you.

You turn back to hand him over his packed lunch. “Are you working late again?” You hesitate to ask. You didn’t want him to feel like you’re nagging at him. “No, but I do have dinner with a few of my associates so I’ll be back home late.”

“Ah… okay then, should I still save some dinner for you or…?” He ponders for a while before shaking his head. He then got up and grabs his plate, heading towards the sink and washing the dirty dishes. “Steve, I can do that. You have work. Here, you can go get ready.” You say before taking the plates and the sponge out of his hands. He lets you and starts getting ready.

Just as you finished washing the dishes, he come over to kiss you on your forehead before saying a quick goodbye and walking out the door. You run towards the window to watch his car leave.

Sometimes, Steve’s little acts of romance gets you wondering about things. Maybe you’re overreacting? Maybe Steve does love you, he’s just not one to show that through words. After all, you have been married for two years. Is that that enough time for him to at least like you?

“Hey, babe! Wanna get dinner? I really miss you.” Anna, your best friend, asks. You just realized how long it has been since you last spent time with her. You wanted to reject her since you know Steve doesn’t like it when you go out alone at night but you’ve been lonely these days as Steve works till late at night- and even if he is there, it’s not like you two talk. So you agree.

You text Steve that you were going out with a friend and an hour later, you find yourself in a fancy restaurant waiting for Anna. “Oh my God! I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry I haven’t reached out sooner. Work has been really crazy and I’m finally taking a leave. How’ve you been?” Anna is like your soulmate. You don’t meet up all the time or talk all the time but you’re both always there for each other.

“I’m doing okay… I’m glad you took some time off. I’ve literally never seen you out of work since the day we graduated.” You reciprocate her warm hug before practically having to peel yourself out of her hug.

“I know, right? Adulting is kinda hard and oh my God, I have news! Let’s go in, it’s pretty cold out here.” For the rest of the night, you had a great time. She talked about her getting promoted at work and thus finally having a more relaxed work schedule, you talked about your new reading hobby, and both of you were just there to catch up. You can’t help but miss it- days when you weren’t constantly thinking about whether or not your husband likes you.

“Babe… um is- is that Steve?” Anna asks, discreetly pointing towards someone behind you. Your face morphs into a frown before turning around. You looked and looked but you don’t seem to find Steve. Just when you’re about to ask what Anna meant, you spot him. You spot him looking so handsome, smiling and laughing. Something you’ve only seen every so often during the time you’ve known him. That wasn’t important though, what’s important is the fact that he’s sitting with a beautiful lady in a beautiful red dress.

Your body was frozen as you watch the way they exchange. He was very close to her, very… touchy. He smiles at her and looks at her with undivided attention.

All this time you wondered why he never told anyone about his married status, why he never introduced you to his friends or colleagues, why he always seemed to avoid meeting your friends and colleagues , and most importantly, why he doesn’t wear his ring outside of your house.

Maybe it’s your fault too for never asking for clarity but really, why do you have to ask in the first place? “Honey, I’m really sorry…” Anna looks at you concerned. She then offered to let you stay over at her house and you agreed.

So far in your marriage, you do sleep together and occasionally have intimate nights but nothing much ever happens after and seeing just how bad the night has turned out for you, you don’t feel like seeing him right now.

The next day, you wake up to at 2 pm to see hundreds of texts and too many missed calls.

‘Hey it’s getting late, can I expect you home soon?’

‘y/n can you please pick your phone up?’

‘Baby, pick your phone up.’

‘Where are you? Are you in trouble?’

‘Please answer my texts and calls, I’m worried’

‘Just send me your location and I’ll pick you up’

You read a couple of them before turning your phone off. Maybe you should hear his side of things first. Handle this like an adult because no matter how angry and sad you are, you don’t believe that this is something Steve would do.

You walk out of the guest room and into Anna’s kitchen. “Hmm smells like porridge, did you make porridge?” You ask as you walk towards the stove.

Anna replies with a hum before serving you a bowl. You grab your spoon and thank her for the food. You didn’t even get a second bite before you hear a car parking outside. Both your face and Anna’s contort in confusion before looking out the window to see a black Land Cruiser.

“Uh… I have never told him any of my friends’ addresses so how does he know your address and how the fuck does he know where I am?” You freak out, running towards the door to make sure it’s locked. “Bitch that’s your husband, how would I know?” Anna is just as freaked as you are.

It doesn’t take long before you hear the bell ringing. Once… twice… “y/n I know you’re ini here. Please, come out!” Steve shouts from the other side. You sigh before making a move to open the door. Anna nods at you before going up to her room to give you and your husband some privacy to talk.

“Oh thank God! I thought something happened. Do you know how worried I was? Why didn’t you pick your phone up?” Steve looked genuinely relieved to see you. What surprised you though was the fact that he was hugging you like you’d disappear if he lets go.

“I- uh… my phone is dead.” You quickly come up with a lame excuse. “Don’t lie. If your phone was dead, I wouldn’t have been able to track you.”

You were appalled. “You put a tracker in my phone? When?”

“You know what I do for a living, right? It’s not that hard to get access to anything.” He says in a tone that makes it seem like it’s an obvious and normal matter. “Look, let’s go home and we’ll talk, okay?”

25 minutes later you find yourself sitting in his car, tension is clear as day but none of you spoke to clear up the problem.

“Why don’t you wear your ring, Steve?” You slowly start up the conversation with your eyes already watering. People might say that you’re weak or that you’re a crybaby but you don’t give a fuck. Piles and piles of pent up anger and sadness just makes you want to break down altogether.

“That’s what this is about? Come on, it’s just a ring.” Thud… your heart hurts. You surely didn’t expect him to take what a wedding ring means so lightly. “How can you say that it’s just a ring? It’s a symbol… it’s proof of our marriage, Steve. Did two years mean nothing?”

“Oh come on! Look, I’ll wear it from now on since you so badly want me to.”

“But I don’t want you to wear it because I want you to, I want you to wear it because you want to!” By now you’re both screaming at the tope of your lungs.

“This is ridiculous. You disappear overnight without telling me just because of this? This is-”

“It’s not just this, Steve. It’s that you don’t want anyone to know about us being married, it’s that you act so cold around me, it’s that you’re my husband but it doesn’t feel like it, it’s that you make excuses every time I try to spend time with you, it’s that… it’s the fact that you had a great time with another woman when I’m at home, lonely and waiting for you to come back to me- waiting so that maybe one day you’d give me your undivided attention like you gave it to her or to maybe one day smile and laugh with me like you did with her.”

“You don’t even know why I do half of the things I did!” Steve’s hands gripped at the steering wheel.

“So just fucking tell me why!”

“Fine, you want attention? I’ll give you my attention.” And with that, Steve fucked the living daylights out of you once you were at the safety of your home. He fucked you until you couldn’t even get up from how sore you were. He didn’t even care to explain anything, and your fault was that you just melted at every touch and every caress Steve gave to you that night.

A week has passed since the fight. Steve wears his ring now but it doesn’t mean anything. He still acts the way he used to before the fight and now you just feel like crap. It feels like he fucked you just to keep you silent because he knows you’d give in to his touches. It makes you feel like you’re worthless to him. Why does he even keep you as his wife? Just so he can have someone cook him breakfast and pack him lunch? You don’t understand.

You haven’t been saying anything because for once, you want him to initiate things first. Moreover, the fight you had was a serious matter so surely he’d clarify things up by now. But he didn’t.

Steve also watched you closely these days. He’d tell you, ‘don’t go out’ or ‘just stay at home’. It’s not like you have anything to do outside but how dare he tell you not to go out when he’s the one having dinner with ‘associates’. There’s also a black SUV parked outside all day until Steve is back home. You don’t want to admit this to yourself but that’s probably Steve’s security team guarding you to make sure you don’t leave your house.

“y/n, I’m home!” Steve shouts from the entrance of your home. Right, he does that now. Announces his arrival. For what? You don’t know. But it definitely does not make what he did okay.

“I got us Thai food for tonight. Let’s go eat.” He says as he sets the food down and arranges the dishes.

You both sit quietly, enjoying dinner. Every once in a while you’d look up to find him already staring at you. You prayed and prayed that he would finally clear things up but he doesn’t. Alright then, you’ll start.

“I want a divorce.”

“Ethan, you just fucking left me last minute to go get fucked up this weekend with your friends!” You fumed at him as he stood in your apartment. The scent of sunscreen, salt, and cheap beer still lingering from his time at the beach. 

“Baby, come on.” He cooed, as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. 

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away angrily, “No! You should just leave now and I’ll talk to you later once I’ve calmed down.”

“Why are you so upset?” He gawked at you, “You had Captain America and his friend with the metal arm help you. Imagine if I had been here, babe, you wouldn’t have met them. It worked out pretty well for you.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose and let out a shaky exhale as you tried to compose yourself. He always did this. Ethan always let you down and tried to spin it somehow, be it gaslighting, making it your fault, or some other fucked up mind game. You knew he was terrible for you, but he somehow had you wrapped around his finger.  

He pouted at you and reached his arms out to you like a needy child, “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that. Please, baby.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, eventually given in. You walked up to him and he embraced you and rubbed your back. He pulled away and kissed you gently, his hands on your face as he turned and trapped you against the kitchen island. You felt a tingling in your core and heat rise in your face.

Ethan pulled at the elastic of your pajama shorts and dipped his hand down to toy with your bundle of nerves. You gasped at the sensation and felt your arousal grow even more as he played with your slick. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck when he pushed two of his fingers into your heat and slowly rocked your hips against them as he slid them in and out. You could already hear the squelching sound with the movement of his hand. You whimpered into his mouth when he kissed you again and felt yourself turning into mush.

“That’s my good girl.” He seductively purred, “Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

He quickly removed his fingers and you whined, before he slapped your ass. You squeaked and then held his hand as he rushed you into the bedroom. He pushed you down and you bounced on the mattress then you both hurriedly removed your clothes. 

Ethan crawled up your body and kissed you ravenously. He had only been gone for the weekend but you still missed his touch. He was able to expertly play your body like a fiddle. Maybe that’s why you put up with his shit. 

He wrapped his mouth around one of your hardened pebbles as he squeezed the soft flesh of your breasts. You mewled as his tongue circled around it delicately before he moved to the next one. 

“Hang on,” You stopped him breathily before you reached into the nightstand and fished out a condom. You heard him huff as you threw it at him, “You know I’m not on anything, Ethan.”

“Ugh,” He groaned as he rolled the condom down his hard length, “You know how much I hate these things. I’ve been asking you to get on something for weeks now.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him down to you. You’d have this conversation again later, but right now you were too horny to care. He kissed you as he lined up with your entrance and pushed past your folds slowly. You whined as your pussy sucked in his cock hungrily. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good around my dick,” He groaned as he stilled to give himself a moment before he started to move. 

You wrapped your thighs tightly around his hips with one hand planted firmly onto his ass, the other digging into the back of his neck as he started to pound into you. The smooth skin of his cock massaged your velvety walls and hit your sweet spot just right. You keened uncontrollably as the ecstasy grew more and more. 

Ethan let out a low growl as his hips snapped against yours and he bit down on your neck. He wrapped one of his arms underneath your hips to hit a different angle that sent you over the edge. You clenched around him and screamed his name over and over again with each wave of bliss that washed over you. The headboard pounded against the wall, nearly knocking down the painting above. 

Ethan quickly flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up by your hips onto all fours before ramming into you again. You yelped and almost fell forward with the force of his thrust when it sharply hit your cervix. He hammered into you, almost knocking the wind out of you as he chased his release. The sound of your ass clapping against his thighs and his animalistic grunts filled the room until you felt his cock twitch and he held you tightly against him while he came with a loud roar. 

He held you there for a second before letting you go and you collapsed face first onto the bed. Ethan stayed on his knees as he caught his breath before ripping off the condom and throwing it onto the floor. He plopped down next to you as you slowly turned over onto your back. 

“Phew!” He panted as he grabbed your hand, “I really needed that.”

You looked over at him hoping he would pull you in to cuddle this time but when you moved on your own he chuckled lightly and pushed you away gently. 

“I’m too hot right now, babe.” He chided you lightly, “Let me cool down first. I did do all the work, ya know?”

You rolled your eyes as he fluffed his pillow and turned his back to you. He fell asleep quickly right after as you stared at the ceiling. You got up to wash your face and brush your teeth before climbing back into bed. You tried snuggling next to him from behind but he shirked away. You let out a disappointed sigh and faced your back to him as you tried to fall asleep. 

~~~

Steve seethed as he listened in on you and Ethan. Even without his advanced hearing he would have been able to hear the two of you having sex. What made it worse was that he was able to hear your conversation in your kitchen. 

“Fucking typical,” He fumed to himself as he chugged his beer, “Whatever, she’ll learn soon enough.”

Steve put on his headphones and his favorite podcast to listen to whenever he needed encouragement about women. 

Host #1: Females like to complain about there not being any good men these days. There are good men. There are high value men. But women are out here being too masculine, bro. If I wanted someone who thinks they should be in charge then I would just date another man. You know what I mean?

Host #2: You’ve hit the nail right on the head. There’s nothing wrong with being feminine, soft, nurturing, taking a back seat and letting someone else lead. 

“Exactly,” Steve thought as he drank his beer, “They dress like shit nowadays too. Fucking mom jeans.”

Host #1: Exactly, exactly! This feminism or rather misandry, because let’s be real, most of these females calling themselves feminist are just fat chicks who just fucking hate men because they can’t get any."

Host #2: You’re right! You are absolutely right! 

Host #1: They poisoned all these impressionable women to make them think that this stuff like careers and being dominant was gonna make them happy. But they’re not happy. They’re out here complaining about their options not being good these days. Well, of course they aren’t good. What kind of high value man wants to put up with that shit?

Host #2: Not me. Not me, that’s for damn sure. 

“Ain’t it the fuckin’ truth.” Steve nodded in agreement, “Ain’t the the fuckin’ truth.” 

Host #1: So then what do they end up with? Huh? Fuckboys. Beta males. Or high value men who are just gonna fuck them until they find a quality woman. You know what I mean?

Host #2: And you know what? Females today don’t even know what it means to be a quality woman. My mom had six kids, worked two jobs, and still came home to cook and clean, and went to church every Sunday. And - and - she let my father be in charge, because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. You know what I mean?

Host #1: Oh, I know what you mean. These ‘women’ can’t even boil water and are talking about why they can’t find a quality man.

Steve continued to listen to the two men complain until his thoughts wandered back to you. He knew you weren’t some man hating slut, but instead you were just misguided and misinformed. You were naive, being a young woman and all. He could fix that.

Steve came to the conclusion that he should learn everything about you he could in order to put himself in an even better position against Ethan. He’d learn your routine, everything about your job, everything about your family, everything about your friends. Maybe put a camera or two in your apartment. He had the resources to do it, so why not?

He pulled out his phone and searched on Instagram for you. He found you on the first hit and scrolled through your profile. There were wholesome photos with your family, some with your students, and he especially liked the pictures of the food you cooked. 

"Good, she knows how to do more than boil water." He smirked to himself.

What he didn’t like were the photos of you and Ethan together smiling, “Piece of fucking shit.” Steve huffed angrily. 

Then there were the photos of you dressed up to go out with your friends and in bikinis while you were on vacation. Steve shook his head in disgust.

“That shit’s gonna stop when you’re with me.” He sneered at the phone, “My girl isn’t going to be posting this type of filth.”

As far as he was concerned, Ethan was a total cuck for letting you post pics like that. These types of photos were cheating. You even having an Instagram was cheating and he wouldn’t put up with it. Hell, you wouldn’t be on social media at all once you were with him. 

Despite how much the fact you posted these pics sickened him, he couldn’t help but gaze at them lecherously. He felt his cock harden as he thought about the things he was going to do to you. How you would moan “Captain” over and over again when he made you come apart. 

“Shouldn’t have posted shit like this if you didn’t want me jerking off to it, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled darkly as he undid his pants to free his cock. 

He spit on his hand and started to stroke himself as he stared at your photo. Steve already knew what pretty little noises you made and that only helped his fantasy. Steve bit his lip as he thought about you in a sundress bent over the couch while he pounded into you from behind. He liked that you were all natural and not on any birth control. His breathing became labored and he sped up his strokes when he envisioned himself spilling himself into you as your pussy quivered around him. He moaned as his hot cum spurted out of his slit and onto his hands and thighs when the image of you pregnant and claimed flashed into his mind. He wanted to fuck as many babies into you as he could, like nature intended. 

~~~

Two weeks after your move, you came home from one of the planning sessions for the new school year exhausted. It was an all day affair and you knew you’d have more this week. You loved teaching and your students but the administrative work was your least favorite part. 

You trudged through the hallway on your floor with your heavy bag and a few folders in your hands. You were startled when Steve suddenly opened his door and you dropped your folders, papers flying everywhere. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed as he knelt down to help you, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay, I'm just out of it after such a long day.” You replied, trying to hide your exasperation as you reached down to pick up some of the papers that had fallen out. 

“Everything alright?” Steve looked at you with concern.

You gave him a small smile. He was the most considerate neighbor you’d ever had. He opened doors for you, always let you get on and off the elevator first. He’d even pay for your coffee when you’d run into each other at the cafe next door to your building, which tended to happen a lot. 

“I’m fine.” You shrugged unconvincingly, “It’s just all of these planning meetings for the school year.” You groaned, “They just suck a lot out of me.”

“Well…sounds like you could use a glass of wine maybe? Unless you’re a beer girl?” Steve offered with a friendly grin, “Come on, teachers do a lot of important work. I really admire you guys. You should take a load off.”

“Really?” You raised a surprised eyebrow, “The Captain America admires me?” You scoffed in disbelief, “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s not like I save the universe.”

Steve laughed at your response, “I mean it. I do. Come on, before I change my mind, doll.”

“Doll?” You smirked to yourself, “Well, that’s new.”

“Alright, I’ll take you up on the beer. Let me just put my things down first.” You said before you scurried off to drop your stuff on your couch and head over to Steve’s. 

You knocked on the door and he invited you in to take a seat. His apartment layout was similar to yours but slightly bigger. It was masculine and put together, though obviously a bachelor’s place. You noticed the record player and the boxes of vinyl you assumed were of music from his time. 

“Here you go.” Steve practically chirped as he opened the bottle of beer for you and handed it over. 

You took a sip and your eyes rolled in delight as the taste of the ice cold beer washed over your tongue, “Oh my god, I so needed that.”

He chuckled as he sat down next to you and you too clinked your bottles together. Steve sat close enough to you for his liking but left just enough distance so his intentions weren’t too obvious. His arm rested on the back of the couch, almost wrapped around you. 

“So what’s all of this planning stuff?” He asked you curiously as he gazed at you innocently, “You teach…fourth grade, was it?” 

“Yep.” You sighed, “It’s just charting out the whole year for these guys. And since it’s elementary school, I teach everything from math, to english, to history. It’s a lot, especially since we got new textbooks for the year.” 

“History, huh?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows, “Well, you know, I do know a little about history myself.”

You both laughed at his response and you gave him a crooked smile, “Is that an offer to come in and meet my students?” You teased him. 

“I’m kidding -- for the record. They’d lose their shit and they’d peak for the year. I’d never be able to get them to pay attention ever again.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve smiled at you as he continued looking into your eyes, “I love meeting with kids anyway, and I don’t have missions coming up for the next few weeks, so…might as well.”

You were shocked that he’d actually offered to meet with them. You knew your students would absolutely go crazy if Captain America showed up to their class. 

“Ah…okay, sure. But - I need to run it by the principal first.” 

“I have a feeling that’s not going to be a problem.” He replied cockily before taking another sip, “Plus, you’d basically be their best teacher ever afterwards.”

You lightly whacked his knee, “Afterwards? What? I can assure you I’m everyone’s favorite teacher on just my personality alone.” You jested back at him. 

“Well, how about you get the all clear for me to stop by…say…the first day of school?”

You smirked at him mischievously, “Full uniform and all? I mean, why bother showing up without the shield?” You said sarcastically.

“Yes, yes,” Steve laughed, “Full uniform and all. But, you have to call me Captain the entire time.” He added flirtaciously.

You nearly spat out your beer. Steve couldn’t be hitting on you, right? He must be joking. He knew you had a boyfriend and he’s an upstanding guy. 

“Okay, Captain. Whatever you say.” 

Chapter 3

Bucky cracked open a beer as he sat in Steve’s apartment. It was a typical sweltering DC August afternoon and the men had just gotten back from playing kickball on the National Mall with some SHIELD agents and Clint. Although the beer wouldn’t have any impact on them, they still liked the taste and the bonding aspect of sharing a brew.

Steve put on the baseball game, Yankees vs Red Sox. With their beloved Dodgers having been moved to Los Angeles, they cheered for the Yankees, hoping they would crush the Red Sox. 

“Fucking Boston!” Steve growled at the TV. 

The commercial break started and he got up to grab more beer. He sat back down and nudged Bucky with his elbow. 

“How’d your date go last night, Buck?” Steve asked before he took a sip as he lounged on the couch. 

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and put his bottle down, “You know women these days, Stevie. I treated her like a proper lady and she looked at me like I was some kind of psycho. I got her flowers, I opened the doors for her, I paid for dinner, I offered to walk her home. All the things that women used to expect, ya know?”

Steve scoffed and shook his head, “I honestly think they want to be treated like shit just so they can bitch about it like a bunch of victims. Seems to be their biggest pastime these days instead of being actually useful.”

“Oh, god. Don’t get me started on that crap!” Bucky exclaimed exasperated, “We’ve literally saved the universe like a thousand times, but you and I are the reason everything in the world is ‘wrong’ because we’re straight white guys.”

“They’re lucky I was frozen during all that feminism bullshit in the ‘60s.” Steve griped, “I would have put a damper on that real quick. Gloria Steinem would have been on her knees licking my fucking shield.”

“Oh, yeah, so they can be ‘liberated’ - or as I call it - act like a bunch of whores.” Bucky piled on angrily, “All this whining over ‘birth control’ and being able to kill babies just so they can spread their legs for some douchebags.”

“Jesus Christ, Buck. Treat them nicely and they say you’re sexist. Treat them like garbage and they say you're sexist. For fuck sake, we can’t win either way!” 

Bucky chugged the rest of his beer and let out a sharp exhale, “That’s women’s logic for you. And by that I mean, they don’t have any fucking logic.”

“SHIT!” The men heard you yell as one of the wheels on the cart you were using to haul your moving boxes broke off. The cart tilted and some of the boxes fell to the ground with a thud. 

“Fuck my life!” You growled in frustration.

The two men heard the commotion outside and decided to check it out. You stood there rubbing the bridge of your nose, trying to calm yourself. This had been the worst move you’d ever done. Everything that could have gone wrong did and tears of frustration started to sting your eyes. 

Steve and Bucky looked at the mess in the hallway, but their attention quickly turned to you. Your coils were pinned up because of the summer heat, exposing your neck, and your skin glistened with sweat. You were wearing tight bike shorts that showed off your curves and a loose tank top. 

Steve licked his lips and stared at your ass while he watched you bend over to pick up a box. The little sniffle you made as you tried to lift it only aroused him more. A little crying was never a bad thing in his opinion. He liked that you were short too. The size imbalance meant that he would be able to dominate you so much more. 

Bucky turned to his friend and smirked before calling out to you, “Excuse me, miss? Do you need any help?” He offered nicely. 

You turned to them and let out a sigh of relief before wiping your tears away, “Yes, oh my gosh, thank you so much! The wheel on this stupid thing came off and I had no idea what I was going to do.” 

“It’s our pleasure.” Steve replied as he quickly walked over to the cart, “Here, let me get this for you.”

He effortlessly picked up the cart by the handles on the side the wheel had broken. You gawked at how easy it was for him. You stood with your mouth agape as Bucky followed suit and picked up one of the large heavy boxes as if it weighed nothing. They both looked familiar but you couldn’t place from where. 

“Miss?” Steve asked, pulling you out of your shock, “Where are we taking these?”

“Oh!” You replied, almost startled, “Um, 8C, just over there.” You pointed down the hall, “It looks like we’re next door neighbors.”

You quickly rushed ahead and unlocked the door, holding it open so the men could enter. Before you could say anything Bucky went back to grab another one of the boxes that had fallen and Steve picked one up from the cart. 

“Where should I put this?” He asked as he looked at you with a friendly smile. 

“Oh, no,” You shook your head, “You’ve already done enough, please. I don’t want to take up more of your time.”

“We don’t mind.” Bucky chimed in as he sat the box down next to the other one. 

Steve raised an eyebrow at you, “Besides, what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you, miss?”

“Miss.” That gave you a small smile. You thought about it for a second and decided it would just be easier for you if they helped. 

“Alright, I will gladly take you up on your offer, gentlemen.” You acquesied, “And you can call me Y/N. Only my students call me Miss and you two don’t look like fourth graders.” You chuckled lightly. 

A school teacher. Steve liked the sound of that. It was a proper occupation for a single woman as far as he was concerned. One that showed you liked kids and it would translate to when you stopped working right after you got married and became a mother. And he really got off on the idea of keeping his wife pregnant. 

The two men nodded and got to work on helping you with all the other boxes. They placed them where you instructed and the job was done within less than fifteen minutes. You were impressed with the speed in which they worked and how strong they were.

You looked at them and went to your fridge to grab the beer you had, “Well, I feel bad for taking up your time this afternoon. All I’ve got is a six pack in return. Sorry.”

“We’ll take you up on the beer.” Bucky laughed, “But we’re just happy to be of some assistance. We couldn’t just watch you struggling with those boxes.”

“You’ve got more than that to offer.” Steve thought lecherously as he gazed at you.

“I really appreciate it.” You thanked them again, “A lot of guys wouldn’t have bothered, you know? Glad to know there are still some gentlemen out there.” You smiled sweetly back at them. 

That made Steve’s cock twitch a little and his face turned red. Bucky gave him a mischievous side eye and smirked. 

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He held out his hand and introduced himself, “And this is Steve.”

“Bucky…Steve…” The cogs in your head started turning and you finally realized who they were. 

“Holy shit! You’re Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?!!” You looked at them wide eyed in shock, “Oh my god, Captain Rogers, it’s um, an honor to meet you, sir. You too, Sergeant Barnes - um - sir.”

Steve liked the way the word captain rolled off your tongue. He briefly thought about how he’d make you scream it while you were underneath him. Maybe bent over the kitchen island wearing nothing but your apron. Maybe he’d have you call him that instead of sweetheart or honey when you greeted him at the door after a mission. 

“I’ve brought you your slippers, captain. What would you like for dinner, captain? May I cum, please, captain? I swallowed it all like a good girl, captain. You own my pussy, captain.”

“Fuck, I am so stupid! I can’t believe I didn’t realize that earlier, Captain Rogers!”

Steve bristled internally at your use of the word “fuck”. Swearing isn't ladylike and you were gonna learn that. He’d wash your mouth out with soap if he had to. The only thing dirty your mouth was going to do was suck his cock. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve said humbly, “No need to be formal with me. Just call me Steve. Plus we’re neighbors, it would be weird.” 

“I guess you’re right.” You agreed with a small giggle, “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t being rude.”

“Nope, no offense taken here.” Bucky replied before he whacked Steve on the arm to get his attention, “We should probably go though. Looks like you’ve got your hands full with unpacking and I don’t wanna keep you any longer.”

You looked around your box filled apartment and let out an annoyed sigh, “So many boxes.” You groaned, “Yeah, I should get unpacking. I need to get all this done before my boyfriend gets here.”

“Your boyfriend let you do all this moving by yourself?” Steve blurted out, “-- Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.” He quickly recovered, “None of my business.”

You shuffled your feet and toyed with your keys anxiously, “Yeah..he went on an impromptu boys’ trip with his friends, so wasn’t able to help.”

You knew exactly how it sounded once the words left your mouth and you were embarrassed you even admitted that you put up with your boyfriend Ethan just ditching you. Two random guys had to come to your aid because he would rather be out drinking on Virginia Beach than help you. 

You all said your final goodbyes and the men went back to Steve’s apartment. They cracked open another round of beers and Bucky took a seat on a stool in front of the kitchen island while Steve leaned against the fridge. 

“She’s cute.” Bucky grinned at Steve, getting straight to the point, “I saw that dirty mind of yours working, Stevie.”

Steve let out a low growl before responding. He was disappointed in you, among other things, “Cute, but stupid, just like what we were talking about earlier. Her boyfriend not helping her move and being fine with that? He’s clearly a fucking loser who treats her like shit.”

“I agree with you, pal. But - she was fine with us helping her and didn’t accuse us of, what do they call it? ‘Infantilizing’ her? Some of these women won’t even let you hold a goddamn door for them anymore.”

Steve nodded his head in reluctant agreement, “That’s true. She did accept our help and was also very polite. Except for the swearing of course.”

“Fucking pirate mouth,” He laughed before taking another sip of his beer, “Smallest problem though, Stevie.”

Steve clicked his tongue as he thought about you for a second, “She is really pretty though and was really polite. Means she comes from a good family. That’s important.”

“True. True. All good things.” Bucky agreed encouragingly, “She lives next door, might as well give it a shot. I mean, how long can her boyfriend honestly last with you living right next door?”

“You just need some time to convince her to not be so stupid. Just be there and get to know her. Hell, you probably won’t even need to lift a finger considering how shitty her boyfriend apparently is. You’ll be there when he eventually ditches her for some slut with even lower standards.”

Bucky’s words inspired Steve to go after you and peped him up, “You’re right, Buck.” He agreed hopefully, “She’s a catch and I’m gonna go after her in a smart way.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed for a second and his demeanor changed instantly, “No, Stevie.” He disagreed, now dead serious in his tone.

“You’re the catch. Don’t you ever put some broad on a pedestal, ever. You’re a high value man who brings everything to the table. You’re attractive, you make good money, you literally save the universe, you have groupie sluts flinging pussy at you left and right.”

“You’re the catch, not her." Bucky continued, "You just need to wait until she finally comes to her senses and realizes it. She’s gonna eventually get it in her head that she’s the lucky one for you even looking in her direction. And that’s when she’ll come crawling to you.”

Steve smiled and nodded his head slowly in agreement, “You know what? You’re right. I’m just gonna let her see how high value I am and let her hot little ass come to me.” 

“Goddamn it, Buck. Those podcasts Sam told us to listen to are really gonna pay off.”

Chapter 2

“Missed you so much Hen” Y/n moaned out, feeling Henry’s hands venture up her oversized sweater, his fingers toying with her hardened nipples. “I know baby, I know. Missed my girl so much too” He whispered back, his hand resting on her hip to help her rock back and forth, his lips continuously kissing the back of her neck.

Henry had just come back filming a new movie, and was just in time for Christmas, his girlfriend of 2 years had decided to welcome him home with an amazing homemade dinner. Feeling stuffed to the brim with food, the couple decided to settle in the living room for a nap, only when things got silent both sets of hands went wandering. Starting with Henry removing Y/n’s cotton underwear from under her sweater, and Y/n slowly grinding onto Henry’s cock behind her.

“Go on butterfly, hug onto your pillow, i’ll take care of you love” Henry said watching his girl start to claw at her pillow, hugging onto it while he thrusted his cock into her velvety walls, her warm pussy sucking him in with every force. Whimpering Y/n wrapped her arms around the plush cushion, using it to slightly stifle her moans which were slowly increasing in volume.

“You’re so big, feel you stretching me out” Y/n whispered, her other hand holding onto Henry’s arm and pulling it over to wrap around her waist; ending with him pulling her flush against his chest, their bodies perfectly moulded together. “Can I cum inside you love? Is that okay?” Henry asked feeling his cock start to get even more sensitive.

Nodding against him Y/n snuggled her head into the crook of his arm that was around her torso, feeling her orgasm start to catch up to her as well. “Need words baby”

“Y-yes, cum inside me, wan’ feel all stuffed n’ warm” Y/n said softly, whimpering when Henry’s hand slowly slid down to toy with her clit that was now poking out of its lips, all swollen and asking to be played with. Starting to rub it gently as not to hurt Y/n, Henry felt himself empty out into her pussy, both of them gasping at the new sensations.

“Gonna cum bear, real soon” Lifting up her leg, Henry started to fuck his cum back into her, feeling the juices start to spill down her thighs. “You going to keep my cum inside you butterfly? Want to keep you full of me”

Nodding her head rapidly, Y/n’s legs started to shiver and spasm, her voice sending out muffled whimpers and moans. “F-fuck baby, feel you up here” Y/n whispered pulling Henry’s hand up her stomach, her orgasm slowly washing over her as Henry just let her rock back and forth at her own pace, pulling out once she calmed down.

His hands now pulling back her hair to swoop it into a low ponytail, both of his arms wrapped around her torso to pull her even more against him. His lips kissing the shell of her ear and whispering any and everything to calm down his girl, her heartbeat rapid against the palm of his hand.

“I got you butterfly, Hen’s got you” Turning around in his arms, Henry kissed her forehead, watching her glossy eyes stare up at him; her lips graced with a sleepy dopey smile. “I wanna feel you Bear, take it off” She complained tugging at her own jumper tiredly, Henry smiling at the clingy nature of his girl.

“Okay okay” In one swift motion Y/n was now naked, her warm skin against his, her eyes watching as Henry reached over for the couch blanket sitting by their feet.

Now engulfed by the warm fabric, Henry felt Y/n’s start to grind on his cock, her pussy lathering up his length in their mixed juices. “What do you think you’re doing butterfly?”

“can you stay inside me? J-just until I fall asleep” She asked looking up at him, placing tiny kisses onto his chest, neck and face. “Of course I can baby, is’ all yours” Henry growled kissing her lips softly, their tongues meeting in a sweet sloppy kiss as Y/n guided his tip into her wet cavern. Both of them hissing out at the slight overstimulation, but breathing out once Henry had filled her to the brim. His balls just resting against her pussy as Y/n shimmied closer to his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso.

Her fingers tracing over her man’s chest, playing with the curls decorated on it, smiling contently as Henry kissed her head every few seconds and reminding her how beautiful she looked. “You have never looked so beautiful my love” “Wish could keep you on my cock forever” “ I Love you so much, my gorgeous girl”

———

You were setting up the bake sale for the church's charity event, always with a will to help those in need. Your father always told you that you were the most humble daughter, that God blessed him with you and that you would be eternally rewarded for the goodness of your heart.

You had a smile on your face as you placed the fancy cupcakes up front and centre. You could only hope to make as much money as you could to help the homeless of your city.

The children were running around and giggling, almost ruining your stand and making a mess.

"Ah my daughter, this already looks like a successful sale waiting to happen."

You beamed up at your father, happy to make him proud.

When he was making his speech, your eyes were wandering through the crowd. There was a man that you hadn't seen before staring right back at you.

You did not want to judge but he- he looked dangerous.

His eyes held a strange glint and his mouth a permanent grin.

You looked away, your breath coming out short and you hoped that he would stay away from you.

"How much for the cupcakes, sweetness?"

You jumped out if your skin and turned to face him.

You shouldn't judge.

You shouldn't judge.

"Uhm, you can take two at the price of one, sir." Your voice came out like a squeak, mortifying you.

"You can call me Lloyd, sugar." He flashed you a smile and went on to mention that he knows your father.

"Oh." Your eyes were wide and Lloyd could only dream about you looking up at him like that.

"I'm making a huge donation to the church. Helping the people and all." He continued and leered at the way your chest was rising and falling with every breath, the cardigan that you threw over your dress doing a poor job at hiding your figure.

"Oh." You were like a deer caught in headlights, you could barely move.

"Is that all you have to say sugar?" He laughed at you, completely charmed by your demeanor.

You gulped. "That's very nice of you Mr. Lloyd." He shook his head and leaned over the counter. "Just Lloyd is fine sweetheart."

You took a step back, your dress fluttering in the wind and his eyes caught sight of your legs. He could barely hold himself back, millions of filthy thoughts running through his head about your soft thighs wrapped around him as he pounded into you.

"I'll see you around sugar."

You couldn't stop thinking about that man, he plagued your thoughts night and day.

You didn't know much about Lloyd Hansen and you were sure that you needed to stay far away from him.

Your father seemed charmed by him but you believed he was more charmed by his large donation.

Your hand gripped the spine of the book that you were holding, thankful that the store hadn't opened yet as you thought about him again, about his face. You only met him once but the way he leaned towards you, the way he looked at you, the tone of his voice made your heart skip a beat.

"If it isn't the sweetest girl in town." His voice was gruff and his mustache coarse as it tickled your ear and you let out a gasp, quickly fumbling to put distance between you.

"Mr. Hansen," you turned around to face him with one hand placed over your heart, trying to control its rhythm.

"Sorry sugar, didn't mean to scare you." And there was that twisted smile of his again. He looked you up and down, he wanted to devour you. Lloyd was dying to know what was hiding under your skirt. His pants tightened at the thought of your pussy, how sweet it must taste. He's willing to bet billions about it, about how wet you'll be when he runs his fingers through your folds.

He couldn't wait to have you.

"Have a good day Mr. Hansen." You could barely look at him without your mind running to thoughts you shouldn't have. It is wrong to think about him.

It is a sin.

He stopped your escape by grabbing your elbow. You felt as if your entire body went up in flames and you looked at the point your bodies touched.

"Now where are you going? I wanted to talk to you, sugar." He run his hand up your arm and reached to caress your cheek. You blinked up at him, helpless and unmoving.

"You work here?" He whispered as he took one step closer to you, trapping you between his body and the bookcases. You nodded and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You're like a dream." He was relentless and you desperately wanted more- no you desperately needed to get away, far away from this man who confused you and made you feel things that were unknown to you. You couldn't even begin to understand the way your body reacted to him.

"Mr. Hansen, please-" you gasped as his breath fanned over your neck. Your small hands clutched his biceps in an attempt to stop him but you unconsciously pulled him closer.

"Hmm I wonder what sounds you're going to make, what you're going to taste like." He placed a gentle kiss to your pulse and your tummy fluttered.

"Taste?"

"Mhm." You felt the vibrations from his voice on your neck and shivered when his hand played with the hem of your skirt and pulled it upwards to reveal more skin than was appropriate for a man to see.

Lloyd could barely hold himself back. He was rock hard and couldn't resist humping against you. He took your exposed thigh in his hold and squeezed the soft flesh, fitting himself between your legs and grinding against your core.

"This is wrong-uh," your eyes were closed and your mouth formed the perfect o shape. You looked downright sinful and he hadn't even done anything yet. "You shouldn't, Mr. Hansen, please-ah." You were conflicted between doing the right thing and completely surrendering yourself to the wicked pleasure that Lloyd's hips bucking into you brought to your core. You could feel a hard bulge thrusting against you but you didn't know why you were tingling all over. Sweat was covering you and all your blood rushed to the one place you never touch. You could feel a tightness in your belly and you didn't know how to stop it. This is a sin, you should pull away.

"Please Mr. Hansen, this is a sin." You went on to repeat your thoughts but the way he licked your neck and gripped your skin, the way he grinded against a spot that made you whine had all the thoughts flying from your head.

"Ah please, Mr. Hansen I feel funny." You whimpered and tears filled the corners of your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling. You felt so wound up like you were about to explode.

"Fuck baby you're crying already? A little grinding and you lost your mind? I haven't even touched your pretty pussy yet." One of his hands came to grip your head, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

"My-my what?" You couldn't control your breathing, you felt a delicious sensation building up inside you and didn't even pretend to want to stop anymore.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum in my pants." Lloyd was losing it and didn't want to waste another second without being inside you.

But he stopped.

He pulled away and watched as you cried out. You were a mess with tears down your cheeks and sweat covering you all over. He could even see your neck glistening from when he spent a good time licking and sucking at the soft skin there.

You could not even begin to fathom what just happened. You could feel your pulse jumping wildly and an unexplainable need for Lloyd to continue his torture. You wanted to cry at all these sensations that were suddenly taken from you.

"I'll see you tonight, baby." He winked at you and only then did his words register.

Tonight?

"What is tonight?" You rushed to ask him and followed him to the door of the bookstore.

"Dinner, sugar. Your father invited me." He placed a kiss on your cheek that made a fire build up inside you.

"Mr. Hansen?"

He turned to look at you, your dishevelled image ripped right out of his filthiest fantasies. He raised his eyebrows and stared at the spit on your neck running downwards to your chest.

Tonight can't come fast enough.

"I'm feeling funny." You whispered and he chuckled.

"Oh my baby, I'll take care of it tonight. Don't worry your pretty little head abou it." He cooed at you and placed another sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You watched his retreating form and tried to ignore the heat that swallowed you whole.

You couldn't help but feel that what you did was wrong. No man should ever touch you, that's how you were raised, raised to remain pure for your future husband. You hoped Mr. Hansen would understand and stop making you feel like he had in the morning.

But you liked it.

You started to feel hot again and went to the bathroom to throw some water on your flaming face.

The doorbell rang and you gulped. The thought of Lloyd made you shiver and a strange feeling was brewing in your core. You could hear your father speaking to him in the other room, welcoming him into his home and saying how grateful he is for his donation and what a blessed man Lloyd is.

If he knew about your thoughts, about your feelings for him,you didn't even know what he was going to do.

What has happened to you? You've always been good and now the most sinful thoughts haunted your mind.

"Honey, Mr. Hansen is here. Dinner is ready." Your father's muffled voice called to you and with trembling steps you made your way to the table.

Lloyd's figure was imposing, his hand stretched around the chair that was supposed to be yours.

"Have a seat my daughter."

Your eyes were on the floor as you took your usual seat and Lloyd kept his hands to himself.

It was not long before you started eating, your father lecturing about the beauty of charity and the reward for the kindness of Mr. Hansen's heart, but you hardly listened to a word.

Lloyd could see how tense you were, how wound up. He noticed your skirt riding up, revealing the skin of your thighs as you pressed your legs together. You probably had no idea what was going on with your body. He loved your reactions, loved how responsive you were and only imagined the desperate sounds that would come out of your mouth when he filled you up.

He took a risk and placed a hand on your exposed leg, squeezing the soft flesh and running his palm upwards, diving under the hem of your skirt. You jumped out of your seat with a mumbled excuse and ran away from him. Lloyd chewed the inside of his cheek and waited for the right moment to pounce on you.

"Could I use your bathroom?" He asked after a few minutes and your naive father pointed the way.

Lloyd had other plans that included finding your room and finally getting a taste. He passed door after door until he could hear your soft sniffles behind one.

He barged in and found you on your bed, hugging your knees.

"Oh baby, you're crying again?" Fuck, those tears were going to be the death of him. He wanted to reach out and run his tongue over them.

"Mr. Hansen, you need to stay away. What we did was a sin." Your eyes were red and puffy, the conflict clearly written on your face.

"But baby, this is my reward."

Ypu were stunned. "What?" Your jaw was slightly dropped and your lips were teasing him.

"My reward, sugar. For my good deed. It is God's will." He took menacing steps towards you and finally sat beside you on your bed.

"Don't you wanna be a good girl?"

Your breath hitched and you nodded. Mr. Hansen probably knew best and it only made sense that he should be rewarded.

He grinned and made you lay on your back. You felt your panties sticking to your body, as if you were sweating all over and tried to calm your nerves.

"My pretty baby. Will you give me a kiss?" He whispered in your ear and his mustache tickled you.

"Yes, Mr. Hansen." Your words came out faint as you inhaled a sharp breath. His lips travelled from the top of your cheekbone down to your lips and he pressed his mouth against yours.

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders and he licked around your lips, gripping your skirt and pulling it upwards to reveal your panties.

He spread your legs and you gasped. Lloyd took the chance and licked around your mouth, giving you a filthy kiss which made you drool. He pulled away and watched your eyes go hazy.

He put his weight on one of his forearms and with the other he palmed you over your underwear. You had soaked them through and he could feel your cream as he rubbed your covered folds.

"Ah what-what is going on?" You were a mess already and clinging to him like he was your lifeline.

"Shh sweetness, I haven't even touched your pretty pussy yet and you're already soaked." His hand started to push your panties down your legs and when he finally got them off, he brought them to his face, inhaling your heady scent and sucking the delicious mess you made. His eyes rolled back at your taste and he opened them to find your curious ones staring directly back at him.

"I don't understand." You were clueless at the rush you felt. Your cunt was gushing, your nipples poked through the thin material of your dress and every breath you took reminded you how excited you felt.

"I know sweetie. Your head is all empty but it's okay, I'll take care of you and your drippy pussy." His words made you whimper and shut your eyes. Lloyd chuckled and run his fingers through your folds, gathering your juices. You yelped and he shushed you while he made sure to get a good look at you.

Your cunt was swollen and leaking, your little fuckhole clenching around nothing. He could not wait to open you up and feel your tight warmth around his cock.

He traced his index finger around your clit and you trembled. He started rubbing light circles around it and stared as your chest was heaving and as you tried to hold all the noises he so desperately wished to hear.

He occasionaly brought his finger down to your hole and barely breached in, every time your pussy trying to greedily suck him in.

One finger easily slid in, your juices dripping down his hand. You were so tight and warm and your little whimpers drove him insane.

"Feels so good, Mr. Hansen." You were fucked out of your mind and he only had one finger inside you.

"I knew you would love this, angel." He started thrusting his finger and your brows furrowed. "How are you meant to take my cock when you're a mess with just one finger, baby?"

He opened you up, sliding his finger deeper and rubbing his tumb on your nub. A second finger joined after a minute and you let out a whine at the strech. The squelching noises were music to his ears as he licked the tears that were brimming at the corners of your eyes.

"Open your mouth, sugar."

You instantly obeyed and a glob of his spit landed on your tongue.

"Swallow it for me." He whispered as his fingers picked up the pace and he started to grind his cock against your thigh.

You did as you were asked. "Oh, I feel funny again-ugh." Your head rolled back and Lloyd felt your walls clenching against his fingers. He curled them and found the special spongy spot that had you sobbing.

"Oh please, I have to- I have to pee, Mr. Hansen." Your nails were digging in his skin but he was relentless.

"No baby, you just gotta give me your cream. It's my reward remember?"

Your juices were leaking all around his hand when you squirted and soaked him and your bed. You were crying and repeating his name like a prayer.

"What a dumb baby, you made a mess." He licked his hand full of your cream. You tasted divine.

"So sorry, Mr. Hansen." You hid your face in his neck as your cried and he shushed you.

“Shut up, asshole.” Jake snarled into his mic as he tried to smile at you, whimpering when you opened the fridge and bent over so he got a full view of the panties all the guys were so interested in.

“It was good, we won!” You practically skipped over to the couch and sat on the back of it right next to his head, like, he wouldn’t even have to stretch if he wanted to nibble on your thigh. “How is your game going?”

“Tell her it was going fine until your cocktease of a stepsister showed up, Jensen.” And Drysdale was next, he was going to get creative with it too. “For fuck’s sake man, just let her suck your cock like she’s so obviously creamy for so we can quit having all these interruptions.”

“It’s good, we’ve done this run before.” He sucked in a harsh breath when you swung one leg over the back of the couch so your cotton covered pussy was right in front of his face, but that was a bad idea because then the scent of you was filling his lungs and Paul was asking if this was better or worse than the time you’d crawled into his lap wearing nothing but your panties and sleep cami while you watched a scary movie and he wanted to die. “Sorry I missed it. You wanna go get some food?”

“No, I’m all sweaty, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Jake was so happy you couldn’t hear all the suggestions his friends were making about exactly what he should feed you, and really hoped that the heat in his face didn’t mean he was beet red when you hopped off the couch and stretched. “But maybe we can order some Korean or something when I’m done?”

“Yeah, okay.” The way his voice cracked at the end of his sentence when you pulled your top off in full view of him was painful, and then he almost wrenched his neck snapping his vision away from you so he didn’t see anything while the idiots in his headset speculated about what exactly you were doing to torture him now. “All of you shut up! You’re so goddamn stupid, let just do this run.”

“You’re the stupid one, Jensen.” Lance could fuck right off. “Your little pumpkin stepsister is basically presenting her pussy to you on a silver platter and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it.”

“Yeah, she’s my stepsister, asshole.” He took a long gulp of his slurpee to try to calm down. “She’s not presenting her… herself to me, you’re all just perverts.”

“Oh, she’s not?” Fucking Andy now, his kill list was getting long. “Let’s review; we already mentioned the almost naked lap sitting. There’s also the constant asking if she’s not wearing enough to go out in public, her begging to sleep in your bed because of thunderstorms, the seeming inability to go without touching you for more than ten seconds in the same room, oh that very unsisterly kiss she gave you at the Christmas party last year that she justified with mistletoe. Did I miss anything?”

“The masturbating.” Jake hated that he could hear Ari’s amusement when he growled over the headset.

“Ah yes, the masturbating! Do you think she bought the loudest vibrator on the planet on purpose, Jake? Or that she really can’t help but moan and pant and sob like a damn pornstar when she knows you’re in the next room?”

Jake was about to tell them all they could fuck each other when he heard you shriek, cursing when he spilled his slurpee all over himself as he rose to his feet in a rush as he ripped off the headset before charging towards the bathroom. He almost tore the door off the hinges when you screamed again, his eyes wild when he saw you cowering in the corner completely naked but barely registered it.

“What? What the fuck happened?” He couldn’t keep his eyes in one place as he tried to figure out what had made you scream like that. “Are you hurt!?”

“There’s a spider…spider!” You pointed towards the bathtub and yelped when he ripped the shower curtain open. “It’s so big, and it jumped! Kill it, Jakey!”

Normally Jake would have just scooped the thing up with a newspaper and taken it outside, but you were damn near hysterical. So he apologized under his breath before grabbing some toilet paper and smooshing the dime sized house spider that had the misfortune of terrifying you, then flushed his victim down the toilet.

“You scared the shit out of me, pumpkin, I thought someone came in the wind… fuck.” He suddenly realized how very naked you were, naked and curvy and smooth and very close to him in his tiny bathroom. “I’ll leave you to it, then!”

“You’re my hero, Jakey! Wait!” You stepped in front of the door when he tried to leave, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at him as you stepped even closer to him and sighed softly. “You’re all sticky, we need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Wha-what?!” This was so bad, your parents were going to kill him, he still didn’t stop you when you started to peel his shirt over his head, just swallowing thickly and raising his arms to help you out while he mumbled stupidly. “I spilled my slurpee.”

“Oh no.” So, so bad, but your fingers felt so nice trailing over his skin before you started to undo his jeans. “And it soaked through, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Okay.” He was in shock, that was it, he just let you pull him after you as you turned on the water. “Together?”

“Mmhm.” God, now you were wet and lathering up your hands and maybe he was dead? Maybe he had slipped when he ran into the bathroom and cracked his skull open and he was dead. He couldn’t decide if he was in heaven or hell though. “We’ll save water.”

“That’s good.” Your hands were on him and he decided it was heaven. “Responsible.”

“It sure is, we’ll get so much cleaner too, help each other get to those hard to reach places.” Fuck, you were getting lower and he was pretty sure he was about to bust like a virgin. “Mmm, you’re so big, Jakey, you want me to help?”

“Yes. Oh fuck.” He groaned when you wrapped your soapy hands around his achingly hard dick and started stroking, choking your grip under his tip and stepping closer so you could rub your nose over his throat. “God, that feels good.”

“Good, I just want you to feel good, Jakey.” You whined as you nibbled at his jaw, looking at him with big pleading eyes that he wanted to fall into. “Don’t you want me to feel good? Want to help me get those hard to reach spots clean?”

“If you need me to.” He only hesitated for a second before soaping up his own hands and sliding one down between your legs, groaning when he slipped a finger between your warm pussy lips and felt you throb for him. “I’ll get you so clean.”

“I know you will, oh Jake.” You tilted your head back and whimpered when he found your clit, stroking him faster as he petted your cunt while his other hand rested on your waist. “My tits need to get clean too, Jakey.”

He was pretty sure he was going to do whatever you wanted him to do from this moment forward, ducking to press his lips to yours and groan as the hand that wasn’t circling your swollen clit came up to gently cup your tit. You were so soft, and your kiss tasted so sweet, and he didn’t even care that his friends were going to give him all kinds of shit if they ever found out about this.

“Jake, oh! I want you inside me.” You nibbled on his bottom lip as you begged him, smiling when he practically sobbed into your mouth when he felt warm cream from your cunt gush all over his fingers. “Don’t you want it, Jakey? It’s so good, my pussy is so tight and soft and warm, I know you’ve thought about it, seen how hard you get when I do my stretches or cuddle with you. Please fuck my little pussy, I want it.”

And that broke him, a tortured growl leaving his lips before he turned you around and pressed your body against the cool tile of the shower. He just grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open then shoved his cock inside you, tucking his face into your shoulder and groaning at how fucking tight you were before he started rutting into you wildly.

“God, yes! Oh god, fuck my little pussy, Jakey. Just like that, so fucking deep.” You whined when he wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, gasping every time his hips smacked against your ass as your cunt clenched around him. “Tell me how good it feels, Jake. How you’re gonna fuck my tiny hungry pussy like it’s never been fucked. You gonna beat my pussy up, Jakey?”

“Shit, yeah. Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” He couldn’t even make himself care anymore, smacking your ass and growling when you yelped into his mouth. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Pussy so fucking tight.”

“I do, I love it, want you to tear my pussy up, Jakey, ruin me.” You whined when he ducked to bite your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he squeezed your throat tighter and slapped your ass as your whole body shook. “Right there, oh fuck, Jake. You’re fucking my pussy soooo good, gonna make me squirt all over that big dick. Make it your pussy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, pumpkin.” If he wasn’t already dead you were going to kill him for sure. “It’s my fucking pussy, now make her come for me.”

You screamed when he drove into you harder and his balls slapped against your clit, sagging in his grip and squirting all over him while you spasmed violently through your orgasm. He couldn’t stop moving though, still thrusting his cock into your fluttering cunt mindlessly while you whined and arched your back so he could keep hitting that perfect spot even though you were on the verge of collapse.

“Come in your pussy, please, Jakey. Fill your fucking pussy, do it. Oh fuck, fill it, please…” you were babbling but he loved it, moving his lips back to yours and swallowing your noises greedily as he snarled.

“Gonna do it, keep my pussy full all the fucking time.” He felt the muscles of his core growing tight and growled into your mouth. “You want it, don’t you? Wanna walk around with my cum dribbling out of this pretty little cunt every damn day?”

“Yeah, I want it, Jake.” You could feel him starting to lose it and rose on your tiptoes as you whimpered. “Need it, need your cum. Give it to me.”

Jake practically lifted you off the ground when his orgasm ripped through his body, hooking your knee over his elbow so he could hold you open as his hips jerked against your ass while he pumped you full of his thick, warm cum. You mewled and keened as your pussy milked him dry, letting him bounce you on his cock and bite your lips as he emptied himself into you.

“Jesus fuck, pumpkin.” He kept cradling you in his arms even after he was finished, rubbing his nose against yours and breathing heavily as he let the warm water wash over the two of you. “I really am a fucking idiot.”

It cost an arm and a leg but at least the joy buzzing through your veins softened the blow of outstanding debt. 

As you approach the window to steal a peek outside, a smile unfurls on your lips. Your future husband waits for you at the end of the aisle, a white rose pinned to his suit. His nervousness is blatant from the ceaseless fidgeting and the way he keeps dabbing his sweaty forehead with his handkerchief. 

Somehow, this wonderful man chose you. A wave of fondness surges inside you as you wipe an errant tear of happiness.

"You’re going to smudge your makeup," your sister chides, startling you. 

A wet chuckle bursts out of your throat. "You’re right. This makeup artist was ridiculously expensive too." 

Your sister wraps you in a tight hug. 

"Exactly. She did a bang up job though. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," you reply. 

The thought of how unbelievable this is crosses your mind. 

A few months ago, you couldn’t have pictured it. Trapped in a relationship that siphoned the hope, the air from you, you never imagined you'd ever be this content. 

Finally, you can breathe again.

Sometimes, part of you wonders if this is too good to be true. 

Your sister picks up on your melancholy and squeezes your arm.

"Hey, it’s gonna be okay," she gently assures. "Sean loves you so much. The two of you are gonna build an amazing life together."

"You really think so?"

"Of course, you deserve it, especially after…everything."

You chew on your lip, your gaze landing on the floor. You never told her much about the whole situation, only painted a rough picture. How could you bring yourself to tell her? Sometimes, you can hardly believe it yourself. What started as a romance straight from a fairytale eroded into a toxic hellscape as time wore on. 

The prince charming became your villain. Your dream became a nightmare. 

It took you several months to heal from all of it. Sean was unexpected. Sweet and easygoing, the opposite of your ex boyfriend, you let him in effortlessly, to your own surprise even. Accepting his marriage proposal felt right, natural.

"I wish Mom were here," you admit forlornly. 

The momentary silence between you and your sister is ponderous with shared grief. 

"Me too. She’d drive you and the staff nuts though."

You laugh.

"She would."

"Now, don’t take too long, little sis…before he changes his mind."

She hugs you one last time, smiling before leaving the room. 

You sit in front of the vanity and rehearse your vows one last time. 

Busy trying to soothe your bouncy nerves, you are flabbergasted when a voice tears you from your bubble.

"And here I thought I was your soulmate and best friend."

A gasp tumbles from your throat as you whirl, standing up with wide eyes.

You’re faced with a familiar handsome face and an arrogant smirk that seem plucked straight from your nightmares. 

His leer lingers up and down your quivering frame.

"Your sister’s right. You look gorgeous, sweetheart." 

The deep, honeyed baritone summons goosebumps across your skin. As icy blue eyes enter your vision, your mind darkens with fearful memories. 

"S-Steve! You can’t be here…" you admonish, your voice shakier than you’d like. 

He approaches and you stagger backwards, but there’s only so far you can hide in the small room. You end up trapped between a table covered in congratulations flowers, gifts and well-wishes… and Steve’s broad, towering figure. 

"Oh I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be." He crowds your space, looming over you. 

You go still, noticing how different he looks since you last saw him. His beard has grown and his eyes are hazed over with something you can't place, a wildness that unnerves you greatly. 

Steve's breath casts a warm breeze over your face as he leans over you. His fingers skim down the lace sleeve of your wedding dress. 

"This shouldn’t be for him. You have to know this is a mistake, sweetheart."

"We’ve been broken up for months, Steve."

A growl rumbles up his chest and you flinch.

"Not by my choice. I wanted to give you time to get it together, be patient while you realize who you really belong with." The muscles of his jaw flex. "But it seems I’ve been too patient."

He then grabs your neck and shoves you down on the table roughly.

"Don’t touch me," you say, clawing at his arm, but Steve is unaffected by your feeble attempts. 

His tight, inescapable grip on your throat is just shy of making your vision dim. The flower bouquets topple to the floor as Steve presses his muscular body over yours.

Your stomach wrenches when his hard length pokes against your hip through his jeans. 

"I have every right to touch what’s mine," he snarls, his large hand creeping beneath your wedding dress. 

"I’m not yours." His eyebrow twitches at your retort. Tears bead in your eyes. "Steve, please. I’m about to get married…"

Rage trembles through his voice. 

"To the wrong man."

"Hel-"

A scream builds in your throat but his hand deserts your neck to clamp around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand hikes up your dress, flipping it upwards.

Your exposed skin trembles under his attention.

Steve’s blue eyes flare with lust as he admires the white lace panties and matching pantyhose you chose to wear.

A loud tearing sound echoes in the room when he rips the white garter cinched around your thigh. Tiny pearls clatter to the floor.

Your chest twines achingly. Your husband was supposed to slide it off your leg, delicately, slowly. Instead, it’s Steve doing the honors...in the most crude manner. A chill shoots through your spine.

"Tacky," Steve scoffs. "I would have gotten you a prettier one."

His fingers crawl to your center. He pinches your folds through the lace and you unleash a muffled whine beneath his palm. 

His fingers tease your core, finding your bundle of nerves and cruelly twisting and pressing his thumb against it. The friction of the material against your core causes heat to rush to your belly. Your body betrays you, slickening with Steve’s touch. 

"Hm, always so wet for me, huh?" he mocks. He dips his finger inside your panties. You writhe as his digit curls, grazing against your softness. Steve’s thick lashes drop as he studies your face. His timbre lowers to a lewd bass. "Does he make you this wet?" He sniggers meanly. "He can’t, can he?"

Warmth invades your cheeks at his taunts. 

Steve adds a second finger and you hiss, the breath catching in your lungs. He pumps inside you at a steady pace, knowing all too well where to linger and nudge just the right amount to send you into a lustful spiral. 

You moan as he tilts the heel of his palm, torturously brushing against your clit. His breath tickles your neck. 

Your vision grows misty, with tears and dizzying delight. 

You hate yourself, hate how your body bends and melts under him. 

Steve grins madly as your walls clench around him, treacherous arousal coating his thick fingers.

He leans into you, his throbbing need twitching against your thigh as he purrs,

"Come on. Don’t hold back. I know how much you love my fingers in your tight cunt, sweetie." The smug curl of his lips sears into the crook of your neck. "Almost as much as my cock." 

His sick words drive you to the edge of bliss. You come apart around Steve’s hand, your eyes rolling back as your back lifts from the table. 

Your walls still flutter and your mind is still foggy as the rustle of his clothes worms its way to your ears. Your eyes bounce upwards in shock and panic. 

You shake your head, biting the inside of his hand, but Steve only laughs. His body drapes over yours as the head of his cock pokes at your entrance.

His weight and indomitable strength keep you docile.

He buries himself inside you in one sharp thrust that kicks the air out of your lungs. Your legs twitch as he hits the hilt of you. 

The stretch of his thick cock is both painful and delicious all at once. Shame burns your insides. 

You flail beneath him, powerless as he begins to move inside you. 

Steve’s heavy pants caress your cheeks. His warmth seeps into you. His large hand never frees your mouth, confining the desperation to your throat. As tingles spark across your skin, you feel worse, guilt peaking inside you. 

It shouldn’t feel this good. Your cunt shouldn’t cling to him like that. And yet, an ocean of pleasure unleashes inside you the longer he rams into you.  

Whimpering sobs trickle past your lips. 

Steve’s fingers grip your hip possessively as his pelvis snaps into you, making the table tremble and squeak beneath you. 

Every time he stabs your dripping core with his cock, blinding stars quiver in your sight. 

"Hm, I missed that. So tight and perfect around me," he coos, groping your chest. He squeezes your tit and you shudder. His wolfish grin expands. "You missed me too, didn’t you, sweetheart? Missed my fat cock ruining your little pussy."

Steve pounds inside you like he’s on a mission.

You end up a crying, writhing mess under his muscular frame. 

His body grinds against yours, his low grunts and moans filling your ears. He reaches between your bodies and draws patterns around your swollen clit. He doesn’t stop until you quake under him, your toes flexing as another climax engulfs you. 

Lewd praises and cruel taunts mingle on his tongue, his hoarse breaths tickling your throat.

It feels like it lasts forever, his forceful claim over your limp body, every thrust more pointed and brutal than the last. Like he’s making a statement. Steve’s fury radiates from his cock and imprints itself on your abused folds. 

Your chest heaves rapidly as Steve finally slows. His hips stutter as he slams into you one final time. He groans and his dick twitches between your walls. His warm, sticky seed shoots inside you, glazing your cunt. His forehead falls against yours as he unleashes a long, throaty sigh. 

Steve remains nestled inside you a while. Disgust prickles your skin when the messy stickiness overflows from your core and stains your wedding dress.

He doesn’t stop there. He slips outside of you, still half-hard, and pumps his cock with his fist until ropes of his cum cover your pure white bodice.

"Hm, I think you’re much prettier like this, sweetheart," Steve smirks, satisfaction oozing from his deep voice. He admires the mess he made, deviously licking his lips. 

His gaze lingers on your gaping folds, still dripping with his seed.

Air rushes to your lungs as he releases your mouth. You’re too frightened to move, petrified on the table. 

Steve tucks himself back into his pants. He puts his hands on his hips, letting out a weary sigh as you gawk at him fearfully. 

His fingers wrap around your jaw, hauling you up till you’re only a few inches from his face. 

You whine as his grip tightens. The bright Captain America smile you’re achingly familiar with lights up his features. 

"Walk down that aisle and poor Sean won’t enjoy married life very long. In fact…he won’t enjoy anything at all," he warns. His voice lowers, dangerous as he whispers against your earshell. "And that’ll just be the beginning." Your insides turn. Tears stream down your face and he wipes them all away. "I got us a new place. Big, lots of light, cozy and nice, just the way you like. Perfect to start our lives together again, pick up where we left off."

As you sob quietly, he presses something into your palm, closing your shaky fingers around it. The cold metal burns your skin, sealing your fate in a terrifying way. Steve cradles your face and plants a brief kiss on your lips, tasting you with a hum before he parts from you.

He strokes your cheeks. "I’ll wait for you to come to me willingly, sweetheart. But don’t make me wait too long."

Steve kisses you again, this time more hungrily. He gives you one last twisted smile before sneaking outside. 

You peer down, a shuddering breath escaping your throat. 

Your heart lurches at the sight of the keys in your hand with the address neatly scribbled on a tiny card attached to it. 

Your fingers clench around them as you swallow. Your dazed mind still tussles with disbelief and it takes you a while to return to reality.

When you do, shivers bloom across your frame.

You’re still shaking when, suddenly, someone bangs on the door. You gasp and jump.

Your sister’s concerned voice erupts from outside. 

"Hey…just coming to check if you’re ready," she shouts. "You’re taking forever in there."

Heart drumming in your chest, you crawl down from the table, gathering your tainted dress. You wipe what you can of the grisly evidence and swallow your tears.

You stumble to the door and sag against the wood as you take a long, laborious breath. 

A breathless stutter drags outside your throat. 

"I-I think...I think we need…I-I need to call off the wedding."

💍

When news broke that you were dating Ari your friends nearly didn’t believe it.

Shrugging it off as another unbelievable rumor this stagnant old town came up with in hopes of spicing up their painfully monotone lives.

Ari was Ari. He was a no-nonsense, gruff, only speaks when spoken to, a painfully unfriendly, mysterious man who arrived in town a year ago to live out his years on his plot of land in the mountains. (Or so they say.)

And you were … you.

A sweet little thing who would be hated by the town's wives if you weren’t too innocent and vapid for your own good – always willing to lend out a hand whenever they were starting to get overwhelmed from the children and housework every time their husbands leave home. 

The very image of you in short summer dresses and glittery lipgloss smacked on pouty lips that are somehow constantly sucking on candies holding hands with rough palms covered with dust and grease is connected to a man nearly twice your age and height with a face stuck on a permanently bored glare was too comical to even think about.

And yet, one perfectly normal Spring morning, birds crashed on windows, bunnies tripped over their own legs, and hearts of bachelors all over town broke when you were found prancing on the farmer’s market with the grumpy giant in tow – who now apparently has learned to speak:

“Yes, sweetheart,” he nodded at the large bottle of strawberry jam you were shoving on his face. “Whatever you want.”

You shrieked in glee, jumping into his arms to give him a wet kiss that had any man within the viewing radius blush or get slapped by their wives. It wasn't helped that Ari wasn’t one for decorum and gripped your ass into his hands, pulling you closer into his body and nearly flashing the entire town when your summer dress bunched up.

“This is going to be sooo good! I can make you that cute crêpe I always make the kids at their tea parties. It has strawberries and extra cream and I add just a pinch of cinnamon and sugar to make that –”

And the weirdest sight of them all on that extremely uncanny morning was … the older man smiled – was smiling, as he let himself be dragged by you from one end of the market to the other while you threw whatever you had fancied into his face. And when that had finished he walked out of there, as quietly as he usually does, with one of his hands full with paper baskets and the other holding a sleepy little darling that kept muttering on about picnics under the willow tree and sweet strawberry shortcakes.

Ari was suddenly taking a lot of trips down the mountain. Usually, he would drive down once every two weeks to replenish his groceries and to buy materials for whatever project he was working on in his house in the next town over but now he was somehow everywhere every day.

He was in the cafe, painfully large and out of place in the small space, buying different slices of all the cake baked that morning together with a cup of black coffee (no sugar or nothin’) and strawberry blended frappe with whipped cream and extra sliced strawberries to go. Someone saw him in the finals of the small league baseball tournament leaning on a tree, his eyes never wavering from your figure as you ran up and down the bench to give assistance to the kids (the crowd was sure the sun wasn't the only one to blame for the opposing coach, who was usually a lecherous jerk, to be sweating bullets). 

“Sweetheart.”

Everyone could feel the crowd straighten up when he finally spoke, calling out for you in an uncharacteristically sweet endearment. However, you seemed to have not noticed everyone’s eyes on you as you turned to him with a smile.

“Com’ere, you’ve been under the sun too long.”

You turned to the rowdy kid behind you and their exasperated mothers. “J-Just, a second, da – Ari!”

However, the man just cocked his head to his car parked by the shade before it had you wincing, quickly running to him with a kiss and a small pout of sorry. He gladly accepted the kiss before leading you into the truck and driving off with no more than a glance at the clearly gawking crowd. 

On a rare occurrence, someone even caught him in the bar surrounded by a group of people, only he had his head buried on your neck blocking everyone out as you sat gleefully on his lap, giggling at every word whispered on your skin.

“How’d that happen?” Dexter, the son of the town’s mechanic snickered bitterly into his bottle, pushing his head up to empty it. His eyes throwing glares at you nestled perfectly on your lover’s lap, lost in your own bubble only he had access to.

“Beats me,” his friend shrugged, following his lead and raising his arm to order another pair of cold ones for his frustrated companion. It was clear Dexter had been aiming for you for a while now but his advances always flew over your head. So he was understandably upset when he had finally heard of you getting snatched up by an older man that lives over at the fucking mountains when Dexter had the homecourt advantage of living close to you and was one of the most eligible bachelors of the town who had the leading shot of getting to wife you up.

But the old fuck had to ruin it all.

“I bet he snatched her up on her lil’ walks and fucked whatever was left in her brain,” he muttered bitterly, ignoring his friend’s slap on his arms at the harsh jab at your … simplistic tendencies. “If there had been any in there, to begin with.”

He knew he was talking out of bitterness but his resentment and the alcohol let his mouth get a little too loose.

“DEX –”

“Whiskey straight and a strawberry cocktail.”

A gravely deep voice cut through the noise of the bar. When he whipped his head behind him what greeted him was you all alone in your seat staringly deliriously at the man right behind him, ignorant of the murderous haze in his eyes.

“Levinson, I’m so sorry about this, man. He’s drun –”

Ari cut his friend off with a look. Dexter could almost see his imaginary tail tucked behind him. He tried to steel himself and puff his chest out but every nerve in his body begged him to cower. The large shadow of the man falling on his body had him audibly gulping. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the primal fear of running from predators but he could feel his limbs shake in desperation.

“You’re right,” he flinched when Ari slammed the two glasses in his hand which was immediately replaced by the bartender with the fresh drinks he ordered. “I did take your girl, didn’t I?”

Dexter saw an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, yet something in it made him shiver – made him realize he was a lot more dangerous than he let everyone else believe. 

“But hey, best man always wins, right?” he smirked, leaning into his space until he had to step back and knocked a glass back, shattering on the floor. His words were harmless and almost friendly but everyone in the vicinity knew he was anything but such. 

“Ari?”

He could vomit, eyes flicking behind the towering man to see you peeking up at what was the commotion about. “Is everything okay?”

You grabbed at his arm, his face quickly doing a 180 as he smiled down at you.

“Hmm,” he kissed the top of your head as you beamed up at the monster mindlessly. “Just had a … talk with your friend.”

“That’s good!” you clapped, innocently gleaming up at your shivering neighbor, completely oblivious to Ariverson’s terrifying expression behind you. “This one doesn’t really like to go out much. Just wanna lock me in his house, I swear.”

It took everything in Dexter not to imagine just what goes on within the four walls of his home but the smirk the older man sent his way made him sick to his stomach.

“Can you blame me, kid?” Dexter gritted his teeth, watching as Ari wrapped his bulging arm around your waist, his neck getting kissed by you as you turned to hug him back. He was clearly looking down on him but it’s not like he can do anything about it. 

“No,” he gulped, when he realized Ari wanted to play the buddy-buddy act and answer. “I can’t blame you at all.”

“Why don't you go say goodbye to your friends now, sweetheart? I think you’ve had enough tonight,” Ari cooed at you as you struggled to cleanly drink your new pretty glass before whining when he forcibly took the half-empty cup and gave it to the bartender.

“But Ariiiii,” you whined but all that earned was a sharp slap to your ass that rang out and cut through the music of the dingy bar. They would’ve at least tried to defend you if you didn’t gleefully shriek and press your body harder into his, giggling and pressing small kisses and small bites to what part of his neck that you could reach.

“Now, honey,” he commanded, finally bending down slightly to give you the kiss you were so clearly desperate for.

“Okay, okay,” you moaned into his lips before prancing off to say goodbye to your group, Ari’s eyes watching your every move.

Everything happened so fast that it took Dexter a moment to realize Ari had his arms reached out for a handshake. Despite his pride, as a man in tatters, he decided to accept it only to whimper and nearly keel over in pain when Ari had gripped it so hard he felt his fingers crack and pop in protest.

Ari suddenly pulled his hand into him until he was leaning over his ear. “Let me hear you talk about my woman again I’ll rip your fucking jaw open.”

In a snap, he was back to being normal – the same unreadable mask on his face as he let go of Dexter’s ruined hand and patted him on the back. “I’ll see you around.”

(Six Months Ago)

The people in this town may have no idea how the two of you happened but Ari remembers everything – remembers the weather, the smell of the incoming rain in the air, the soft pounding on his door, and the sweetest voice –

“Mr. Levinson, sir?”

He had no choice but to open the door.

He knew these woods. And he knew that the soft voice behind his door would not be able to survive the descent at this time of the day when the sun was just about to go back down and the storm was about to arrive.

And he knew you too – saw you in passing on the rare occurrences he went down the town. You were an attractive girl, someone that will definitely drag any man’s eyes toward her no matter how much they try not to. And believe him, he tried not to.

You were young and sweet and lacked the judgment and slight fear the townfolk always had in their eyes whenever they had to interact with him. But on some rare occurrences, the old baker that was usually on the counter had a family emergency and asked for your help to man the store so he had a short and rare encounter with you that had somehow resulted in him ordering a fucking cake to be delivered into his home.

He doesn’t even like sugar in his coffee he had no idea why he had allowed himself to be convinced to buy such a delicacy.

He felt a shiver and a sense of shame in his spine. Women are dangerous.

“Yes?”

“Good morning –”

“It’s night.”

He winced at his blunt words. It wasn’t that he was purposefully trying to be rude or that he hated your very presence and how just a few giggles and coo’s from you had him ordering a fucking pastry when he hated sweets but it’s just that … he’s not good with people. The longest people he had been with were people who worked for him, not with him which made it a bit difficult for him to function socially in the normal world.

But you didn’t seem to take offense, confusing him when you turned your head up and then giggled at yourself, “Hehe, good evening, Mr. Levinson, sir!”

Ah, he remembered the whispers about you. You were a bit on the dull side. But you had the pretty face and sweet personality that makes it just endearing.

He sighed, rubbing his face, “Is that –?”

“The choco butternut munchkins you ordered, sir!”

“It’s Ari.”

You had a confused expression written all over your face, “I-It’s …” you looked back down at your basket where the sugary treats were placed, almost as if willing them to give you an answer. “It’s called choco butternut munchkins in the bakery but I guess you can call them Ari too. It’s a cute name!”

Ari opened his mouth to correct your misunderstanding but then he saw the genuine confusion in your face that he couldn't help but burst out in laughter. You joined with a nervous chuckle before you genuinely laughed when you realized he wasn’t making fun of you.

“Here,” he grabbed his wallet from behind his pocket to pick out two hundred dollar bills.

“This is too –”

“For the bother,” he nodded at the small scratches and splotches of dirt in your legs that had you crossing them with one another. He couldn't help but run his eyes up to your painfully short bottoms and a tight sleeveless shirt that just teased the lacy top of your pretty pink bra. “I know it isn’t the easiest trip to take.”

“I-It’s okay,” you smiled bashfully, looking up at him through your lashes. Ari has to remind himself to breathe, his grip on the door frame tightening. “The view is nice.”

Ari knew you genuinely meant that the view from the trek up the hills was nice. And from what he knew about you from the whispers of the town, you weren’t one to be sly about your intentions. Yet he couldn't help but feel a burn on his face. Especially when you looked at him like that.

Suddenly, a flash followed by a loud explosion in the sky had you screaming and clambering up to him. Rain has already fallen, and it seemed it brought nasty weather along it.

When he looked back down at you you were already shaking like a leaf, broken apologies sputtering out of your lips and yet you still clung to him through your teary eyes. You must've been really surprised.

“Hey,” he had no choice but to hook his hand under your chin to make you look up at him. “How bout some coffee while we wait for it to pass?”

You nodded hastily, “Yes! T-Thank you!”

He knew he was making a mistake – that his patience has been spread thin from the few moments he spent with you. It would only be a matter of time before he snapped.

He knew better … and you didn’t.

He should try to last through the night at the very least.

“That’s a pretty sight, ain’t it?”

He lasted less than an hour.

If he was being specific, at exactly 34 minutes since you have been in his home you were now splayed out ass first on the dining table he made himself. Tiny shorts off, panties pulled down till it was caging your thighs in the perfect position, the stretch from the thin cloth deliciously indenting the meat of your legs and giving him the perfect view of your dripping core.

The demon in him couldn't help but slap your ass just to see it jiggle, he chuckled quietly at your tearful yelp.

“M-Mr. Ari, sir –aah,” god, it just looks so perfect as it sways.

“Call me Ari, honey,” he gruffed, grabbing both globes of your ass and spreading it to his liking. He licked his lips. “We’re way past formalities, don’cha think?”

Before you could answer, Ari was already diving in, leaving no room for objections. His large sturdy hands hooked under your legs, thumbs spreading you wide open and leaving no space to run. All you could do was moan and scream out his name as he ate you inside out.

“N-No! ‘S too much!” your words slurred, but he just moaned and pushed his tongue deeper into your hole, refusing to even let you flinch away while he was having his tasty meal. “A-Ari, please!”

You tried to reach out behind you to push him away but he meanly bit on your clit in warning until you screamed.

You weren’t a virgin (high school took care of that) but it was definitely the first time you have experienced your pussy eaten out like that. Like you were nothing but an offering for the big bad wolf in your bedtime stories that used to have you shaking like a leaf. 

You felt yourself lose your strength like his mouth sucked out all the energy of your body as you gave up and fully lay on the table. However, his strength proved formidable enough to carry your entire weight like it was nothing as he merely grunted and pulled you closer into his mouth until your orgasm seemed to blur into one painful pleasure.

When he was satisfied and saw that your clit was swollen and pounding from overstimulation, he cleaned you up with his tongue earnestly before letting you down gently and sitting on the wooden chair that topple on the ground. You couldn’t see him but you could feel his eyes, your core twitching at every swipe of his sight as he observed the shape of your cunt and the pretty little marks he had bit in the most sensitive parts of it.

You hiccuped in surprise when you felt a gentle sting from him flicking on your little button. His rough hands run up your thighs before settling on your hips. 

“That feel good, honey?”

You hummed, soothed. Kisses were pressed on the dimples of your back, then the length of your spine until you were basically jelly under his soft, bearded, kisses.

“That’s good,” he cooed. “Cause I’m not quite finished with you just yet.”

“Sweetheart?” Ari called out, toeing off his work boots filled with mud and dust. “I’m home!”

He was careful to place the dirty pair into the small rack you had requested he made so he doesn’t mess up your floors like a caveman. He would've been offended if he wasn't so endeared that you called his home yours – not that he was complaining, you were the perfect homemaker. If he didn’t want to respect your late parent’s wishes he would’ve bred you out of wedlock.

The quick patter of footsteps made him smile.

“Indoor slippers, please,” you requested, jumping into his arms and pressing soft kisses he was quick to deepen with a hand behind your neck once he was wearing the appropriate footwear to his house that you had made a home. “How was your trip?”

He scoffed, bouncing you in his arms so you can properly wrap your legs around his waist, his hands supporting your ass as he walked straight into his bedroom.

“Same old,” he grumbled, not wanting to talk about his short visit to the next to get more lumber to upgrade his new storage as he had planned to move you into his home officially before the first snow falls. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

“Mmkay,” you beamed, pressing your body closer until you didn’t know you had ended and he began. With a growl, he gently trapped you between a wall and coaxed your tongue out so he could suck it, his bites are as harsh as usual – like he was trying to suck the very breath from your lungs. 

With a wet sound, the two of you separated, your eyes nearly crossing from the lack of oxygen that went into your brain. He chuckled at your state. 

“Wher’ ya takin’ me?” you slurred, head buried where his neck met his shoulders.

“Shower, I'm filthy, and all my dirt got to you,” he reasoned, gently placing you on the cold floor before helping you off every single one of your clothes. With a gentle pat on your ass, you were trudging off first into the shower, giggling and shrieking to yourself as the hot water hit your body.

When he went in you were quick to hand him the shampoo, “Bend down, please.”

He’s so glad you still haven’t forgotten your manners – and all it took was one spanking.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your nose just to make you laugh before laying his forehead on your breasts, his bushy beard irritating your sensitive skin. It was quiet as you ran your gentle fingers on his hair. You had always told him how much you loved his silky mane but he didn't realize just how much until he was driving you to the local post office so you can get the hair products you had ordered just for him. You had washed his hair ever since.

The memory of your care for his well-being filled his heart with so much adoration that he felt himself lose a small part of his control as his mouth gently sucked and nibbled on your pebbling nipples.

You shrieked in surprise, “Daddy! Stop being naughty!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he wasn’t sorry at all. “Your pretty tits were tempting me.”

He knew if he looked up at you, you would have that incredulous look on your face at his flattery. “Alright, close your eyes, mister.”

When you were done, he gave you the same favor and massaged your hair until you were almost sleeping in his arms. Next, the body wash was splattered on both your individual loofahs though he had requested an exchange so he can wash you himself and vice versa.

“No funny games, daddy,” you pouted, letting him know that the hot water was almost out and the two of you will be suffering soon enough. 

“No promises, baby,” he quipped before nipping another mark on your shoulder that had you giggling.

When the two of you were done groping each other, he wrapped you in a warm towel before doing the same for him. He sat you down on the ottoman by the end of your bed before he plucked out clothes for him and another shirt of his own and one of your panties for you. He knows you don't like wearing bras or pants at home and if it was up to him, you wouldn't be wearing anything at all.

“Come on, baby,” he grinned, opening up the thong in his hand so you can slip your limbs into it. As he slid it up, he pressed kisses on your skin. 

“Arms up,” he said before letting his shirt swallow your entire body whole. 

He was a gruff man and he would never admit this out loud but he loves quiet moments like this. He loved taking care of you. He loved how it became normal for you for him to take care of you. He’d like to think he was made for you – that someone so sweet and kind would have someone to protect and care for her every need and whim. That his ever-running and logical brain would finally be used to plan your everyday lives and when to pick you up from your job so he can take you home.

Some would think he was overbearing but not you. Because like he was made for you, you were crafted by whatever god exists just to make his life whole.

So despite the malicious murmurs and the rumors dripping with envy he doesn’t ever let the outside world touch your innocence ever again. Now that he was here you can wear your rose-colored glasses forever, you can see the world as beautiful and kind, and you can remain sweet and naive to the true horrors of the world because he will protect you from it.

And as long as your soft hands are dragging him to the unrecognizably clean and sweet-smelling living room, you will never have to worry about anything ever again your entire life.

“You want a beer, daddy?”

He nodded, too enamored at your beauty under the light of the burning furnace behind you. With a cold bottle in his hand, another sitting at the table, and a blues song playing in the background you finally slipped into his lap.

 “How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, gulping the last of the liquid but you were quicker to swap the empty bottle for a new one. It was almost frightening how you knew him so well, even down to the number of bottles he consume every night.

“It was good,” you hummed, leaning into his chest, hands sneaking under his shirt so you can run your hands down the dark curls of his lower abdomen and stare at the burning pyre with him. “I painted my nails.”

He raised his hand that was holding yours to see the fresh bright pink polish on your nails, “It’s pretty, baby.”

“I also had prepared dinner, I just need to heat it up when you get hungry.”

“Damn,” he rubbed his palms up and down your back, turning his head a bit so he can press a kiss on your forehead. “What a good little housewife I have, hmm?”

You preened at the small praise, “wanna be your wife,” you mumbled. He swore his heart would burst.

“You’ll be my wife,” he assured you, “Just gotta move you in first then I’ll pop the question.”

The fact that he had clearly planned this over his head had you nearly tearing up from the amount of love you carried for this man. 

“I suggest you start looking for stones you'd like on your ring, hmm?”

“Stones are expensive, daddy,” you mumbled. He didn't have the heart to tell you his hefty bank account hidden in the city of New York would beg otherwise. You were too kind for your own good.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he placed a finger under your chin to kiss you, the small drops of alcohol on his beard making the kiss so much tastier. "Just show me what you want and I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

He knows his younger brother would blow a fuse when he finds out the “short retreat” he had taken to get out of the bustle of the city would now become a bit permanent. Until he had your consent to move you to his mansion in the city the family company would have to deal with their absent co-CEO and virtual meetings.

He was sure even Lloyd had it handled and was just bitching about it just so he has some sort of leverage in the future.

“Thank you, daddy,” you purred. “I’m really grateful.”

“You are?” he teased. “Wanna show daddy how grateful you are?”

He could almost immediately see the haze of lust in your eyes. “Yeah, I wanna.”

He took a sip of his bottle, maintaining eye contact as you slipped down his body and settled on your place in between his spread-out legs.

“You take care of me so well, daddy,” you mumbled, hands already undoing the knot of his shorts and pulling out his half-hard mast. “I love you lots.”

"Yeah?" he grinned, running a finger on your cheeks.

You nodded, "Love you more than strawberry cakes."

"Wow," he couldn't help the small laugh out of his chest at finally beating your favorite pastry in the race for your heart. Though it quickly turned into a groan when you started sucking on his thumbs. "That's a lot."

"You love me too, right, daddy?" you gave him those puppy eyes that just strike a cupid's bow on his heart.

"Of course, I do," he bent down a bit, pressing s quick wet kiss on your lips. "I love you the most in the entire world."

"'m so lucky," you smiled. Your face lightening up so beautifully at his proclamation of love he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with you once again.

“I’m the luckiest, sweetheart,” he leaned to give you one last kiss, pressing his fingers gently into your cheeks until it was opened enough for him to spit on your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your cunt in the air from how dirty but pleasurable it is. “Having such a pretty baby to take care of.”

Leaning back, he emptied out his second bottle and spread out his legs wider just as you started licking up his length. He groaned.

He tasted clean but as his precum leaked you desperately ran your hands up and down his length so he can smell and taste like him again. Once he gripped your hair you knew he was losing his patience.

So you opened your mouth wide and started bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to suckle on the tip generously until he was cursing and groaning above you. The small ridge below his head was gently massaged by your tongue – you had blown him enough times to know that was his favorite spot.

Taking a breath, you quickly pressed kisses down his virile length.

“So fucking beautiful,” he guided your hand, watching with full-blown pupils as you pressed a kiss on his balls before giving each one your love.

“Fuck!” he threw his head back. “Open up, little one. Got your favorite treat, for you.”

Eagerly, you suckled back on the head of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes, impressed with yourself that you managed to please this beautiful strong man in front of you.

“Fucking swallow it! That’s right, good job, baby,” His cum exploded into your mouth, quickly filling up your cheeks until you swallowed it. A feeling of warmth spread into your tummy but you didn't have the time to focus on it as your mouth was quickly filling up again with his hefty cum. “Such a good baby.”

When he was done, you suck on his head one last time and cleaned up his cock before putting it back into his shorts.

“You're perfect, sweetheart.”

You grinned up at him, licking your lips.

“Thank you, daddy.”

The bedroom was filled with all types of flowers of congratulations.

The ring glistened under the moonlight.

Your palms were steady on Ari’s chest as he helped you bounce up and down his cock.

You were in a place called The Hamptons – apparently, Ari had lived here his entire life and only moved to your small town because his parents died and had apparently bought a piece of land there that he had to survey as the eldest son.

He had invited you here with the pretense of officially meeting his family but instead, he popped the question while the two of you were in the privacy of your shower and informed you that he would like to settle down in his old home so he can finally reclaim his position as the heir to the company.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he cooed, hooking your hair behind your ear as you tried to do a good job at milking his cock for all its worth. “So beautiful.”

“T-Thank you, daddy,” you moaned, wincing when he cruelly pinched your nipples. “T-Tired!”

“My sweet baby is tired?” You nodded, desperately sucking on his thumb in comfort as your thighs burned and you had lost the strength to bounce and instead opted to just grind your clit while his cock was inside you. “God, you can't do anything without daddy's help can’t you?”

“Stop being mean!” big fat tears rolled down your cheeks, makings your eyes shine like twinkling stars. “Daddy, I wanna cum, please.”

Your cute hiccups and beautiful crying face were more than enough to convince him to stop being an asshole that gets off on making you cry from frustration in pleasure.

With a growl he pulled you into a kiss, swirling his tongue inside to dominate you fully – your sobs stopping as you moaned into his mouth, unaware that he has already flipped the both of you and you were on your back.

He couldn't help but laugh at your whine when he pulled back with a wet slurp, a string of saliva connecting the both of you until it broke and landed perfectly along your sternum, making your body glisten more with your sweat.

“Hold your legs for me, baby,” he commanded, pushing your legs open until he had an unrestricted view of his perfect, puffy, pussy. He couldn't help but lean in just to have a small taste. “So fucking perfect. All those sweets you eat must go straight to your cunt, huh, princess?”

“Daddy!” you whined. “You’re a meanie again! Meanie, meanie!”

Your little punches were nothing to him. When you were desperate like this he tends to forgive when you step out of line and forget your manners like a good girl. With your little brain, you were probably unable to process such complex emotions at once. He understands and he loves you more for it.

So, he decided to end your misery and finally pierce your drooling pussy with your cock. He had never been more thankful for having no neighbors when you screamed. He would rather not explain that he was not in fact murdering his little fiance – just her cunt.

“Daddydaddy – aah!”

The wet slaps of their skin and her melodic moans were almost euphoric. If Ari had believed in any religion he might’ve thought this must be what paradise is like.

He hooked your legs on his shoulders, giving him deeper access to your core. Sucking on your tongue, he couldn’t help but feel the sudden urge to just eat you whole, translated into little nips and bites on your lips, neck, and collarbone – making sure that it would bruise tomorrow when he makes you wear a sheer strapless dress when he takes you shopping.

“Kissies,” you sobbed. “Want kissies, daddy.”

That was his cue that you were about to cum, you really like kisses when you were just on the edge of orgasm – and he really can't ever say no to your pitiful demands. So, with a growl, he let himself be dragged into a wet kiss with you as he doubled the speed of his thrusts until you shattered in his arms. Your orgasm was so intense he felt you break the skin on his back as you squeezed his cock so hard he had to stay still as he exploded in his own euphoria.

He made sure to lick in every corner of your mouth, letting his kiss extend your pleasure as the rhythmic pulse in your pussy finally stopped and you had lost the strength to even keep up with the kiss.

“Stay like that for a while, baby,” he grunted, cooing at you in apology when you whined as he pulled out, his hands holding your legs folded into you.

“‘M sore, daddy,” you mumbled, still drunk from your orgasm.

“I know, baby but we gotta make sure it sticks. I want you showing at our wedding.”

“Wuh …” you blinked slowly. “What sticks, daddy?”

He almost laughed, instead he just grabbed a pillow and grabbed both your legs to raise you up and slip it to support your lower back. “I’ll explain tomorrow, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.”

You stared at him for a bit before you gave up, instead giving him a tired smile, “Mmkay.”

He kissed your forehead as sleep slowly won over you, “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, daddy. Love you – love you more than strawberry cupcakes”

He smirked, and a surge of happiness filled his lungs that makes him feel like he could live forever. 

“And I love you the most, sweetheart.”

“I know, I know… fuck, are they all that big?” you whimper, glancing nervously down between your legs where Ari is currently, or his unimaginably huge cock, rather—pointing at your little, wet cunt like a missle. You almost immediately look away, the sight of his stiff dick that was visibly too big for your pussy, that can easily tear you apart, split you in half, if he penetrates you, filling you with overwhelming panic and fear.

Ari bows his head modestly, “I guess mine is a bit larger than average.”

That was an understatement—the staggering size of his cock exceeded the average proportions in terms of both length and girth by a long-shot, and even you, who has never seen a man naked before, let alone a cock, knows that.

“Ari… Ari, I don’t know,” you admit frantically, “Ari, it’s way too big. There’s no way… there’s no way it’s going to fit.”

“It’s going to fit, bub,” Ari promises softly, bringing his calloused hand down to rub and tickle the soft flesh of your tummy, “But if you don’t want to do this, say the word and we stop, okay? Are you alright?”

You mull over his words, shyly gazing up at your best friend with big, innocent, tearful eyes—he almost loses all self-control when you look at him like that, biting his lip and softly groaning.

“Don’t look at me like that, Bambi,” he averts his gaze to the wall behind you, practically moaning out the familiar pet name that he given to you due to your round, doe-like eyes that are currently begging him to stop and to fuck you all at once, “Fuck… I’m having a hard time holding back, if I’m being honest. Do you want this or not? You have to let me know now, bub.”

“I… I…” you gulp for the umpteenth time, avoiding looking at his massive dick again because you know it scares you, weakens your resolve, but it was simultaneously impossible not to look at. You’ve never seen a real-life cock before, only illustrated pictures in textbooks. And Ari’s dick looked nothing like the illustrations, it was just so big, and so, so scary-looking, and veiny, and thick.

You didn’t think your experienced best friend would agree to popping your cherry. You prepared a whole five-point, heart-rending essay about how it embarrasses you that you’re twenty-one years old and still a virgin, and you trust Ari to change that, only if he would like. As you spilled your heart out, stammering out your case as to why your first should—no, ought to—be Ari, he didn’t even react to your words, save for a deep, contemplative glint in his pretty, blue eyes and scratching his bearded chin as he mulled over your thesis and supplemental points. Shortly after you finished, a long, strained silence followed as he decided, and you were trembling in humiliation and shame, positive he was going to say ‘no’.

Until he said ‘yes’.

Or, his exact words: “You’re so cute, bub, of course I’ll pop your cherry for you. Let’s do it tomorrow at my place?”

And that’s exactly how the both of you ended up in this position—your clothes tugged off in a frenzy and discarded somewhere on the carpeted floor, you sprawled out like a platter on his king-sized bed, trapped in Ari’s big, buff arms, legs spread as wide as your stiff muscles allowed and Ari nestled between them, the angry, red tip of his hard cock hovering over your slick, virgin hole. He was in no rush preparing you for his dick, swirling his fingertips around your wet folds and stroking your aching clit until your pretty cunt was puffy and drooling, begging for his cock.

Rough fingertips skim over the skin under your ribcage as Ari’s bulbous cockhead slides over your swollen clit, and you mewl out loud, explosions of toe-curling sensations crawling up your spine. You let your head fall back against the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut for half-a-second before peeling them open and looking down in panic as Ari’s dick starts to push against your small opening.

“Ari!” you reach down and tap his solid thigh in warning, “Ari, wait!”

“Yes or no?” the gruff, lustful voice did not sound like it belonged to your best friend, “Do you want this or no? Come on, baby.”

The velvety baritone of his voice has you throbbing between your legs, and you whimper out, “Y-Yes… yes, but I’m scared.”

“What’s scary, bub?” his tone softens as he finally meets your hooded gaze. Thumbing your pebbled nipples, he smiles lightly at you, “Tell me what’s scary.”

“Your…your…”

“My what?” his blue eyes sparkle, “My cock?”

You whimper, responding with a subtle nod of confirmation. He chuckles softly, his leathery hand slithering down your quivering body to flick your slippery clit, “What’s scary about my cock, baby?”

“It’s… it’s big and scary-looking,” you admit in a high-pitched tone, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear, “Can you make it smaller?”

Ari bites back a snort, “No, sweetheart, it’s not getting any smaller as long as I’m in between your pretty legs.”

Eyelids pricking with fresh tears, you wail, starting to have second thoughts about all this. It isn’t too late to back out, Ari has offered several times now to stop if you wished. But you didn’t want to stop—it’s unlike you to give up because you’re daunted by the challenge. God, but this would be easier by a hundred miles if Ari wasn’t fucking mammoth below the waist.

“Listen,” he squeezes your bare thigh, leisurely stroking his fat cock in his clenched fist, “Let me put the tip in first, okay? And let’s see how you feel after that, and if it’s too much, we stop. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

You nod your head shyly, and Ari smiles in return, tickling your tummy, “Good girl. Deep breaths in, okay? Don’t you worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.”

If your arousal wasn’t hampering your ability to think straight, you would’ve blanched at term. But he wasn’t your daddy, so what did he mean? You didn’t get to ask, or even think about it for more than two seconds before Ari was impaling with his thick cockhead.

“O-oh!” a choked, guttural noise crawls out your throat, and Ari grunts in pure bliss: “Shit… you’re clinging to my fuckin’ dick, baby.”

“Ari! Ari, I-I thought you said just the tip!” you dig your heels into the spongy mattress, bracing his bulky bicep for purchase, “Ow, ow, ow!”

“It is just the tip,” Ari confirms, wincing because your tight pussy was hurting even him as he was met with resistance, your narrow walls trying to reject him, to squeeze him out, “Fuck.”

Ari’s big hand flits over your stiff nipple, twisting and pinching the stinging buds. And you feel like you are simply malfunctioning, that you are no longer the master of your senses as his experienced touch overwhelms your undefiled body. Toes curling and back arching off the bed, an indescribable heat bursts inside your lower gut and all you can manage to do is scream and cry bloody-murder.

Ari grabs your squirming hips to still you, hissing harshly, “Stop moving” in a tone that has you almost instantly obeying. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to his huge size, feeling so stuffed and it was only the tip.

“Are you okay?” Ari asks tenderly, stroking the supple skin of your hip with his thumbs, “You’re doing great, bub, and ‘m very proud of you, you know that?”

“Ari,” you cry softly between sharp hiccups, whether in pain or lust neither of you know, “Ari… are you sure it’s just the tip? I feel so full…”

He grunts in response, “I promise, princess. I promise it’s only the tip. Do you wanna stop?”

You shake your head furiously, “No! No!”

Ari titters breathily, gliding his calloused hand up-and-down your smooth tummy, goosebumps rising in his wake, “You want more?”

Glimpsing down, your heart trips over a beat as you take in the sight of his big dick disappearing in your slick, little cunt. You are quick to look away because you’ll never get used to how unfathomably massive and thick his cock looks, your poor pussy was weeping from the intrusion.

“A little deeper,” you pant, warmth rising to your cheeks and to your toes. There’s no backing out now, you best get it over with. At least, that’s what you recite in your mind again and again as Ari fulfills your wish, thrusting one, two more inches into your weary pussy. Stabs of pain shoot through your writhing body alongside bolts of pleasure, and you squeak and thrash your limbs, “Okay, okay! That’s enough!”

He pauses, an impatient groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, “Bambi, I have to move or I’ll… I’ll bust right fuckin’ now, I swear to you. God, please. You’re gripping me real good, baby. Let Daddy fuck you nicely.”

“Daddy…” you babble, the miniscule part of your brain that governs your rationality shutting off completely, “It hurts really, really bad.”

“It’s because it’s your first time,” he informs you, gently rocking his hips to shallow-fuck you, “The pain will go away if you let me fuck you properly. I promise. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

Your trusting heart soars at his words, nodding eagerly as you try to relax, “Okay, Daddy.” And Ari never gave you any reason in the past to not trust him, now isn’t any different, right?

He beams at you, “That’s my girl.”

Moaning at the same time, Ari sheathes you with half of his thick cock, his progress slow and methodical. You peel open your eyes to look up at him, strands of dark, damp hair falling over his sticky forehead and his wet, pink lips parted in an “O” shape. But he’s staring down at where you two unite, your pretty pussy stretched beyond its limits around his rigid, throbbing dick, the mere sight of it nearly sending him toppling over the edge.

He leans over, flush against your sweaty body, and rolls his hips in languid circles, “How’s that feel, princess? Good?”

“Feels really good, Daddy…” you hum in response, your head lulling to the side. Then, realization dawns on you and you squeal happily, “... and, and it fits!”

“Yeah? Of course it fits, sweetheart. Didn’t I promise?” he sponges a sloppy, wet kiss on your glistening neck, “You love Daddy’s dick, don’t you, bub? Tell me how much you—a-ah—how much you love my cock.”

“I love your… I love your…”

“Cock,” he reminds you, nipping and sucking and lapping at the spongy skin of your neck, “‘I love Daddy’s cock’, say it.”

“I love Daddy’s… c-cock,” you whimper softly, and something in Ari snaps as he growls animalistically and impales you suddenly with the remaining inches of his dick in one quick thrust, a blood-curdling scream leaving your parted lips.

“Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, gripping your thighs roughly and widening the angle of your legs to fill you up as deep as he can possibly go, “Fuck! This creamy pussy is gonna be the death of me.”

You cry out, gripping his bedsheets in your tiny fists and wildly shaking your head, “Ari! Ari, stop! Hurts! Hurts real bad!”

Ari pauses, buried deep inside your slippery canal, your wet walls clamping repeatedly around his fat dick. Your creamy cunt was unlike any woman’s he’s been with, it was so much better, so, so much tighter and wetter and prettier. Fuck, he never wanted to pull out, he could fuck you forever if it was possible.

He retreats slowly to rut back in, tugging you impossibly closer to his large body, practically engulfing you completely in his suffocating embrace. Grunting and muttering absolute filth against your sticky neck, he rocks against you at a moderate pace, his fat dick stroking a certain spot inside you that has you sobbing and moaning and working your hips with his unrelenting rhythm. Thrills sweep through your twitching body, the pressure in your lower gut mounting as you scale your peak.

“Talk to me, baby,” Ari pecks your jaw, lifting the hood of your clit and tickling your swollen cluster of nerves with his fingernail, “Are you okay? It still hurts?”

“‘M good!” you assure him, gasping as he rubs your throbbing little bud, and he lifts his head to grin at you, “That’s my good girl. I’m going to go a little faster, bub. Is that okay?”

“Mhm!” you manage to return his smile, and he coos at you, “My pretty little girl. Daddy loves fuckin’ your sweet pussy… would you look at that? Look at your tummy, baby.”

You raise your head to follow his lustful gaze, glancing down at your bloated belly, a visible outline of his thick girth in your little tummy. You practically squawk, looking away in horror and something else entirely: desire.

“Daddy is too big for your baby pussy, aren’t I, princess?” he growls, grabbing your tiny hand and placing it over the bulge in your distended tummy so you can feel him thrust in and out of you over and over, “Daddy’s fuckin’ you so deep that he’s in your belly.”

You can’t believe how wet this was all making you, but it was true, and the tell-tale sign: the obscene, sloppy wet noises between your shaking legs as Ari destroys your dripping cunt, and the lewd smack of his heavy balls swatting your flushed ass.

Ari licks the pads of long fingers and works your sensitive clit a little faster as the pace of his ruts quickens, full-on jackhammering into you. Your searing ass lifts off the bed as he pounds into you hard and fast at a brutal, unforgiving tempo, his guttural grunts amplifying in volume, turning into loud, primal moans that echo off his bedroom walls.

“I’m close!” he warns, feeling his heavy balls tighten, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm, “You gonna cum on my dick for me, princess? Fuck, I can tell by the way you’re choking Daddy’s cock. You almost there? Come on, milk Daddy’s dick.”

You’re wailing and thrashing your limbs violently, pure, unadulterated bliss taking over your soft features as you ride your crescendo, chasing your release until you finally tip over the edge and explode in a dizzying, mind-blowing orgasm that engulfs you completely, until all you can see is white stars. Ari fucks you through your release, his hips staggering as he chases his own.

“That’s right, baby—a-ah—make Daddy’s dick real fuckin’ wet. Squeezing my cock like your life fuckin’ depends on it. O-oh, I’m cumming!”

With a thunderous groan, rope after rope of his fiery seed fills you up, seeping into the depths of your tight pussy until you are the fullest you’ve ever been in your life. You’re both spasming as you ride out your orgasms, grinding and sliding against each other uncontrollably, aftershocks of your climax rippling throughout your weary body.

Dribbling down your thigh and pooling beneath your ass, his hot cum spills out of your weary cunt as Ari pulls out slowly, his cock coated in a mix of your and his fluids and your virgin blood. Softly humming, Ari deposits a kiss on your sticky temple and brushes your damp hair out of your flushed face, stroking your wet cheeks with his thumbs.

“How was that? You did a great job, bub. I’m so, so proud,” Ari caresses you, his hooded gaze looking you straight in the eye. You smile sheepishly up at him, “Mm, I loved it, Daddy. T-Thank you.”

He rises to flip you over on your stomach, and you yelp as you’re swiveled around and your nose is buried in his blankets. You feel Ari’s rough hands glide up and down your bare back, fingertips tracing your spine.

“Nothing’s ever been up this cute little ass either, huh, baby?” Ari grins almost wickedly, swatting your cheek roughly, “I’m gonna fill all your holes with my cum by the end of the night. You want that?”

You don’t even hesitate, nodding your head enthusiastically, unable to speak because you’re still in your foggy daze.

His gaze dips lower to the back of your thighs where the hem brushes your bare skin, and that small sliver of you is embedded into his soul. 

You’re the loveliest girl he’s ever met—with the potential to be the most amazing mother. You were kind, compassionate, humble, and quiet, yet brave and protective when it came to his son. Nothing like his ex-wife who was the most irritating human on the planet that Ari had the displeasure of meeting. 

You were gentle, sweet, and outstanding. And so irresistible. 

Back downstairs as Noel drifts off to dreamland, Ari flips open his wallet and hands over your payment from the day. 

“Oh, sir, t-this is too much.” Your eyes widen at the triple amount of bills you usually receive. Ari was already overpaying you, but this was ridiculous.

The older man places the cash in your palm, and curls your fingers to secure it. “I said I’d pay you extra for coming with me today. If you weren’t there, Ms. Valeria would have tried something—and if I denied her advances, it isn’t above her to make my son suffer.”

A deep frown appears on your face, your heart aches for the young child. Noel was such a great kid, so funny and smart, good at almost everything, you knew he would be a true gem when he grew up. Just like his successful and distinguished father. 

Your boss steps closer, his cologne filling your head. An intoxicating blend of spice and rich sandalwood, as fresh as can be. “You deserve it, Mrs. Levinson.”

Do you deserve it for going with him for the interview or for letting him touch you during and after the said interview? 

You didn’t really have a choice. You agreed to accompany him but upon arrival, he introduced you as his fiancée, and you just went along with it. Noel didn’t say anything either, you guessed Ari already told him what would happen.

You shyly smile, preening under his stare. “I wasn’t even wearing a ring.”

His heart flutters, and he briefly wonders what ring you would want when the time comes—soon, very soon. “Doesn’t change the fact that I proposed and you said yes.” He teases, “Now, be a good little fiancée and take this gift, okay?”

Truthfully, a ring wouldn’t have changed anything. After all, more than a few people already knew of your relationship with Ari. Sure, he’s lied and conjured up a whole life you two have together, but he needed to. 

It was a good thing you didn’t have many friends or even go out that much. 

Unbeknownst to you but known to the entire PTA, Ari always speaks highly of his young and beautiful fiancée since the two of you got engaged a while back. But, supposedly you were too shy and quiet to ever attend the school events. 

Ms. Valeria has been blatantly obvious about her attraction since Noel enrolled in that school, always calling Ari for the littlest things, and flirting up a storm during meetings. Then, she saw his phone wallpaper, a cute picture of you and Noel in the backyard, drenched in water from your day in the pool with the widest smiles on your faces. It was pure happiness and love embodied in a single photograph. 

That’s when it started, the tower of vague yet believable lies. 

Noel hasn’t said a thing since Ari told him that you two were together—it was half a lie considering by tonight, you and Ari will be officially dating. Then, in a few months, he’ll actually propose and make all those lies into a reality. 

You were only his babysitter—but you already treated Noel like he was your own, and treated Ari like he was the only man in the world. After his nasty divorce, several terrible flings, and now in his late thirties, Ari remains a single father with so much time, money, and love to give. And when you came, it all made sense. You were a shy, young and attractive college student with a tiny social circle, practically begging for adoration and attention. 

Ari just couldn’t let you go.  

The cute college babysitter having a stupid crush on her much older and single boss? It was adorable. 

“How about a drink? I’ve been waiting to open this bottle of red for a while, and I think tonight is a perfect time to celebrate.”

The deep drawl of his voice beckons you to take his hand and allow yourself to indulge in his invitation. You almost let out a dreamy sigh when he smirks, he’s so handsome with his carefully carved bone structure, thick facial hair, pink lips and cerulean eyes. Not to mention the speckles of grey by his ears and in his beard.

You never realized you had a thing for older men until you met Ari.

“I shouldn’t…” you trail off, “I still need to catch the bus, it would be irresponsible to get drunk.”

Ari laughs, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the kitchen. “You won’t get drunk, one glass of wine is nothing.”

To him perhaps but not to you. Being quiet and naïve, you stayed far away from anything outside of your comfort zone. That meant parties, drinking, and anything close to dating. It just made you nervous, the intimacy, the PDA, and sex. 

Sometimes you couldn’t help being a timid introvert, preferring to stay on the sidelines as a silent observer than to speak up. You’ve never told the staff your order was wrong, you’d rather just stick with whatever they gave you than cause trouble—it always felt like unnecessary trouble. 

Noel was only eight, but he was such a delight. He was one of your few friends and you always had a genuinely good and easy time babysitting him which was almost every day. 

If you weren’t at Ari’s house, you were at home or the park across the street. Somewhere quiet where you could be alone with your thoughts and that leather-bound journal—the same one that Ari has read after sneaking it out of your bag when you were with his son. He’s spent hours diving into your deepest secrets and fantasies. You were so confused and cute about it and your ‘weird feelings and tingles.’

Mr. Levinson drove me home today. I almost couldn’t breathe in his car, he made me so nervous that I had to open the window! 

You were always so sheepish too. 

Mr. Levinson was mowing the lawn today… I know he’s hired someone to do it before but today he did it himself. All big, sweaty and tanned, he didn’t even wear a shirt! 

I couldn’t look away no matter how much I tried. And I got those tingles again. 

Or his favourite little entry: 

I heard strange noises from Mr. Levinson’s bedroom today. Noel wanted one of his board games from his playroom, so I went to go get it. 

It was really deep groaning, I thought he was hurt so I went to check on him, but his bedroom door was opened and he was touching himself. 

I don’t know why but I stayed and watched until he was done. I’m so sick! I don’t know what’s happening to me!!

As you lean over the counter, he grabs the wine and slides his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the small remote. One flick, and you’d be on your knees. He doubts you’d make it to the highest setting without crumbling into a mess. 

He catches your reflection in the window, and his pants tighten at the mere thought of the vibrator snug between your folds. 

You didn’t even ask why he bought you panties with the rest of the clothes. Muttering a quiet thank you, then coming out of his bedroom in your new outfit with that same nervous look on your face. 

“Do I… look okay?”

Ari fixes the delicate chain around your neck, and doesn’t hesitate with an answer, “You look perfect, honey.” 

You did, you always looked beautiful but there was something invigorating about you wearing things he picked out. 

He liked making decisions for you and doing things for you. Sweet girls like you shouldn’t have to worry about bills or your safety, not even clothing or food. 

He could do that for you, all the thinking, the paying, the organizing, everything. 

He circles the button with the pad of his thumb, temptation growing by the millisecond, “You did so great tonight, sweetheart.” He can't see you, but he knows you're ducking from the praise. “I can’t thank you enough for being there for me.”

“It was nothing, Mr. Levinson—ah!” The soft vibrations catch you off guard and you clench your thighs. A loud slap echoes through the kitchen when your hand lands on the marble and your knees buckle as the speed intensifies. You let out an involuntary whimper. 

Mortification floods your body, the sound so clear that it stirs your brain—but that sensation disappears just as quickly as it arrived. 

You shake from the puzzling fear. Staring between your legs, the frilly skirt is a cruel mockery of whatever just happened to you. 

Ari turns back around, holding two wine glasses in one hand. “What was that?” His blue eyes lock on you, his dark brows furrowed in confusion. 

Still recovering from the violation, you slowly straighten your posture, “n-nothing… I think—I thought I saw a bug.” You couldn’t lie to save your life, but you hope it wasn’t too suspicious. 

It came from between your legs, right on your core. 

When Ari faces away again, you reach under your skirt and feel around your underwear. And, there it is—that weird little object, the source of the alarming stimulus. 

The panty seams were strange and the feeling of it on was even odder but after moving it around a bit, you found it most comfortable with the thing in your slit.

It was small but it was strong, and you had foolishly shrugged it off when you saw it in the panties, god, why did Mr. Levinson buy you panties anyway! 

You wanted to ask but thought it would’ve been unnecessary trouble. He was going out of his way to buy you clothes for tonight and in turn, make you feel so pretty. 

Technically, you were doing a favour and the clothes were an additional treat, on top of your ridiculous payment for the day. You wouldn’t expect any less from Ari, always a meticulous man. 

When you first met him, his appearance and authoritative personality were intimidating. Standing at 6’7” with burly muscles, you couldn’t stop thinking about the thickness of his arms and thighs, or his hairy chest peeking out from under his shirt. And his face stole the air straight from your lungs. 

He wanted to know everything about you before you got near his son. With your limited friends, distant family, schedule, and social media, this man knew every inch of your life, and it was all worth it to get the best babysitting gig ever. 

Then, the vibrations start up again. 

It didn't feel bad, it was enjoyable—why did it feel good when you weren’t even sure what it was?

“Here you go.” Ari steps closer, sliding the glass across the counter. “Are you okay? You’re sweating a bit.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You hold the rim to your mouth but your lips never part. The red wine sits there until your tongue pokes out, only sampling the bitterness. 

“Good girl,” he rasps, already filling his second glass. “Why don’t you have a seat, honey.” 

You settle into the barstool as the object presses firmly against your button. Seconds later, the vibrations start again. You jump, and the wine glass clatters to the counter, spilling vermillion over the white marble. You whimper a broken apology as the sensation intensifies, the buzzing fully audible now. 

You almost cry from the confusion and embarrassment. 

“Sir—I think, may I go to the bathroom, p-please?” Your bottom lip trembles. “Please?”

Ari grabs the glass and sets it aside, “you don’t have to ask, honey.” A towel lands on the mess, quickly absorbing the wine, staining the grey in a bright red. 

You struggle to stand but a sudden change in the speed has you plummeting back into the cushion. You utter another flimsy apology that Ari couldn’t care less about. He watches your muddled expression, his knuckles white from clutching the rag, and his forearm flexes, veins becoming more prominent. 

“I love it when you beg.” Ari licks his lips, “poor girl, it feels really good, huh? I knew you’d like that toy. You can’t even stand because it’s too much.”

Disorientation quickly transforms into pleasure and unfamiliar tingles flare. The vibrations are stronger, no longer a delicate hum but a harsh thrumming. Tremors shake you to the core and you cover your face. 

Swatting away your hands, Ari pinches your chin and a few inches from your face, he clicks the tiny remote just as the toy speeds up again and the buzzing gets louder. It’s loud and clear over the blood rushing through your ears, playing the melody for utter humiliation. A few tears escape the corners of your eyes, streaming down your hot face. 

Ari groans, swiping one away with his thumb and bringing it to his mouth. “So good,” He hums, “That’s it, give daddy those pretty tears and I’ll let you come.” His eyes are dangerously clouded, coloured a dark shade of blue, it’s a shadow that casts over the rest of his features. 

“Mr. Levinson, please don’t—” You’re cut off by a torn gasp as his hand slides between your thighs, his fingers immediately find the vibrator and press it firmly on your clit. You squeak, legs snapping shut on instinct, but you’ve done nothing but trap his touch flush against the toy. 

He tuts, “I think we’re past formalities, honey. After all, you’re going to come on my hand.” He watches the jagged rise and fall of your chest, the delicate heart charm between your breasts gleaming in the light. 

“P-Please… no more.” You trail off when he applies more pressure. 

“Hush, you’re okay, daddy’s got you.” His low drawl captives you, “The first orgasm is intense. You’ll feel a strong buildup in the bottom of your tummy, it’s gonna feel really tight.” He murmurs, “You feel it?”

You don’t want to answer him, you want to push him away and dash out of his house, but it feels too good. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before and confines you to the chair and victim to his evil. The veil of pleasure keeps you still and you nod, slowly rocking against his hand. 

“It feels nice, huh? The toy on your clit—bet you’re so sensitive and it’s just bullying your little button.” Ari chuckles darkly at the fresh rush of tears and your jerking hips, “I love it when you cry, when you look ruined. You can’t help but cry because it feels so good, you don’t even know how to process it.” He dips down to drag his nose along your cheek, his lips trailing through the hot streams. As he pulls away, his tongue swipes the bitter drops. 

You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, “Ari—stop.”

In the blink of an eye, the vibrations speed up and you nearly leap from the chair.

“I’m going to give you one more chance to address me correctly. Choose your next words carefully.” 

The intensity of his blue eyes makes you shiver. Through hiccuping breaths, you try to make sense of the jumbled thoughts in your head but it’s impossible. The difference is indecipherable, between what you want and what he wants, the lines are so blurred with his impenetrable presence and the unstoppable sensation between your folds. 

“There it is, you’re finally giving up. Just like a good girl should. You’re going to give yourself to me, place your soft little self in my care.” 

You’re helpless in the worst way—trapped, without any prediction of the next events, but through the confusion are glimpses of your impending doom. The only thing you know is that Ari isn’t letting you go anytime soon. 

You’re a bird in a glass box with your injured wings fluttering against the transparent walls, ruining yourself with a false sense of freedom. It seems there is hope for you but the truth is, you don’t know if you want to be free. 

“D-Daddy…”

He groans appreciatively, “That’s a good girl. What is it, honey?”

“Turn it down, uh,” you moan, gnawing your bottom lip, “I’ll be good. Please, daddy?” 

Ari cocks a brow, “why would I do that? You’re getting so close, drenching daddy’s fingers like a little slut.” He cradles your cheek, locking your unfocused eyes to his. “You’ll feel a rush of tingles soon and you’re gonna cream your little panties. You’ll give me your first orgasm.” He prys your thighs apart and swings forward to slap the filthy mess between your legs. “Give it to me.” He repeats the action, again and again, getting harsher with each spank. 

A pathetic cry rings out and your juices soak the cotton. It spreads on your inner thighs and the poor cushion as you rock against his fingers, the chair squeaking on the floor. 

The man leans closer, groaning as his slaps slow to firm pats, wet noises filling the room, “I could smell that sweet cunt all fucking day. Thought you were innocent, but you’re just a dumb drippy mess. Must always be thinking dirty.” He mocks, “You always wet for me, baby?”

Yes, your mind answers. Your face contorts, your bottom lip wobbling. “I’m sorry.”

If possible, his touch gets rougher. Ari cups your core, forcing the toy snug against you while he mercilessly prods at your leaky hole through your panties. If the cotton weren’t there, he’d be knuckle deep. You were wet enough to take his cock, his fingers would be a perfect stretch. 

“Filthy whore, always ready for me to touch your pretty cunt. Should’ve made you beg for daddy to touch you, make you get on your knees and cry for me.” His hard cock throbs in his pants, nearly snapping the zipper, “My poor girl has been so deprived of touch and pleasure.” 

You sob against his lips when he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss. Swapping saliva as he licks into your mouth, swallowing your mewls like it keeps him alive. It feels like it does. 

He’s never felt more alive than at this moment, as he’s tearing you apart, playing you like a symphony. He’s the conductor and this is the crescendo, and every swipe of his tongue and shift of his fingers draws you closer to the edge, the climax of every concert that leaves crowds awestruck. 

This it is, this must be heaven—or hell, given the wicked circumstances. 

You try to follow his lead, but you’re a helpless mess. You can barely function with the numbness tightening in your stomach and fist his fancy shirt in your sweaty hands, weeping against his mouth. 

When he releases you, it’s too late and you’ve already faded far away. The indescribable sensation takes over your entire body as you climb higher and higher, teetering over the edge. 

“So pretty when you’re dumb for me.” 

You lean into him when he licks up your cheek. His facial hair prickles your skin as he pulls his hand away, studying the slick coating his digits. 

“I should’ve done this a long time ago. Put you out of your misery sooner. You know how many times I had to hold back from bending you over just to have a taste?” He can’t resist any longer and shoves his fingers between his lips. His eyes close in bliss as a deep rumble vibrates his chest, “Even better than I’ve dreamt.” 

He’s dreamt of you, just like you have of him. 

Maybe this was good and despite snatching away your control, you wanted this, didn’t you?

“Daddy, I’m gonna—oh my.” 

His tongue collects your juices from his digits, hearty grunts flooding your hazy mind. Your legs shake as you grind harder against the toy, you can only imagine how his mouth would feel on your core. Just the thought of his thick beard rubbing against your folds has you slack-jawed and gripping the counter like a vice. 

“So pure and untouched, could you get any more perfect?” Ari steps behind you, one bicep hooking around your neck as his lips ghost your ear, “my sweet girl, are you gonna come for me? Give me your very first orgasm so I can fuck you tonight, squeeze into that pretty virgin cunt?” 

Spasms rush through your body, knocking you off balance and you would’ve fallen off of the barstool if he weren’t holding you. His hand returns to your panty-clad cunt with brutal slaps, before firmly cupping you again. 

“I’m gonna pop your cherry and stretch that tight pussy around my cock. Claim you and make you mine.” 

Hoisting you upright, he kisses down your neck, sucking the delicate skin. You flail when the toy grinds against your burning clit, your cream seeping through the ruined cotton. He traces your weepy hole, pressing the tip of his thick finger into the fabric. 

“Oh, how easy it would be to finger you senseless right now.”

You stop grinding and your eyes struggle to stay open through the harsh assault, “Daddy, don’t—” 

His arm flexes with a lingering threat to do much more than just stabilize you. “Don’t act up now, I wouldn't want to ruin your first orgasm.” He bites particularly hard on your neck, then soothes the throbbing with his warm tongue, “You’ve been so good for me, letting me make you feel good. Go ahead, baby, you can come.” 

You shake your head and attempt to escape but his bicep stiffens and it locks tight around your throat.

“Ari—” the air gets thinner, “Da-ddy!”

His heavy breaths fan across your sweaty skin, “last chance before I fuck you without prep.” 

You’re quick to apologize with a wispy sorry, daddy.

His lips ghost your jaw, trailing up to your ear. “No, you're going to prove you're sorry.” Through your soaked panties, he fucks your tight hole with the tip of his finger. “You will come for me. I’ve been patient enough, don’t you want to be my good girl?” He grunts, his palm rubs the buzzing vibrator against your sore clit, “give me that cream, make a stupid mess for me. Daddy wants your first orgasm to be a fucking mess.” 

You convulse, hands scrambling for anything. You can feel it brewing, the wave of wetness from your cunt, soaking down your thighs as you let out a strangled cry. “No! It’s t-too much!” 

“You’re so close, just let go for me.” He demands and tugs your panties by the front. That single action has your whole world falling apart. The fabric digs into your petals and that damn toy destroys your bundle. Ari chuckles with a sick sense of pride over the tortuous overstimulation. 

Your scream is cut short by his built muscle securing under your chin, it’s terrifyingly solid against your throat, constricting your movements and your oxygen intake. You hiccup, eyes squeezed shut as Ari fists the cotton band, further abusing your once-untouched cunt. The bitter taste of agony weighs heavy in your mouth, or it’s just the lack of air. You scratch his arm in a feeble attempt to break free but he doesn’t falter. He locks you to his chest and holds the toy snug to your swollen clit, setting your soul ablaze. His deep groans are a sharp contrast to your breathless gasps. 

You swear you can see the gates of heaven. 

The sheer force of his arm could snap your neck and you can’t do anything about it. All too fucked out, weak and stupid, practically drunk on the fiery pleasure. Ari messily kisses your jaw, peering between your trembling thighs at the sopping mess of your pussy. 

Stop, is what you try to say but no words come out. 

“You’ll wake up our son if you don’t shut up.” He hisses against your cheek, spanking your wet core, “You can breathe after you come for me. Just be a good girl and come for daddy.” 

The last string snaps and you topple over the edge. Your whole body convulses, and incoherent babbles tumble from your lips as drool dribbles down your chin. Every cell in your body erupts in flames as vigorous and thrilling as lightning. You heave, crying silently as the burn blooms from your sensitive folds, spreading through your limbs as your hips rise, knocking into Ari’s big hand. 

“That’s it, fucking squirt for me.” He swats your pussy ruthlessly, shattering the feeling into shards. “Give it to me, all of it—so I can ruin that virgin cunt again.” 

Your juices spurt out through the soaked cotton and spread everywhere from his hand. It hurts and you feel senseless—you can’t see through your tears, can’t hear anything over your rushing blood, and are completely numb. 

Even through the limited air, you can smell him, he’s all you can smell. The musky cologne, a fresh wave of sandalwood and spice, and your grave destruction. 

“Such a pretty girl when you come, making a pathetic mess just like I told you.”  

Your throat contracts, head going blank as your orgasm—your first orgasm drips down your legs and coats the underside of the kitchen island. It seeps into the cushioned seat to the floor, marking the floorboards with your embarrassment. It lasts for what feels like hours, the sharp pain exploding into breathless satisfaction. A jagged cry rattles your bones, you’re mortified, and want nothing more than to hide, or at least breathe. 

And finally, he releases you and the toy stops. 

You gasp for oxygen and crumble into the counter, the marble is cool against your heated skin. Your lungs greedily take the air as your ears adjust to your own cries. The world slowly fades back to colour, the vivid shades blurred from your tears, from the white walls and grey cabinets to the deep blue night sky, and the red wine-stained cloth. 

You’re too weak to shove him away when he smears your juices along your lips and eventually fucking into your mouth. You gag as he reaches the back of your throat. He uses you like that, making you taste yourself while smearing your spit. 

“Don’t know how my cock is gonna fit in there, guess I’ll just have to force it in.” He finishes off with a final deep thrust and grabs the towel, wiping off his hand and your sticky, teary face.

His gaze falls back to your lap, your quivering thighs and puffy core. The pretty skirt is ruined but not as destroyed as your panties. His ravenous appetite almost convinces him to tear you apart all over again and this time, gag you with the soaked cotton. 

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it? You were scared for nothing.” He soothingly assures, “Aren’t you glad I made you come? That I kept going even when you said no?” 

You just cry harder, tucking deep into your crossed arms. 

He yanks your head up, glaring down at you with cold blue eyes. “When you cry, you look at me.” His nostrils flare, his shiny white teeth looking all too similar to the fangs of a beast, “Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” You sniffle. 

“What was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good girl.” He purrs, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. He blinks slowly, thick eyelashes brushing his cheekbones as he slips the digit past your teeth, pressing down on your tongue. 

“Maybe I’ll make you cry more often, you’re so pretty when you do. But only like this, when I make you feel so good that you can’t help but weep like a baby.” He says softly, “Daddy just loves seeing you ruined. The prettiest little angel—and you’re all mine.”

He’s so mean, so demanding and rough. He’s a bad man, a man who went against your pleas and strung you out like clothes on the line. 

Your soul is in pieces and lying at your feet, coloured puzzled and scared. You don’t know why you wanted more of him, why you wanted everything he had to offer. Even as you sit in your mess, twitching and whimpering as the final shocks stream through your body, you want him to touch you again—even if you said no. 

You start crying all over again, shoulder shaking as your tears trail through the previous streams and drip down your chin. Some of them slip between your lips and you taste them. Ari’s thumb slips out and collects the salty drops from your flushed skin before bringing it to his mouth. His eyes darken at the taste of your misery. 

Ari cups your cheek and his chest warms as you sink into his touch, “Shh, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeats as if it’ll make it true and erase his cruel assault, but it won’t—nothing will make you forget the pain and pleasure he so wickedly gave you. “The first time is a lot, hm? Don’t worry, we’ve got all night to get you used to the feeling.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: there’s something about mean!characters that just gets to me !! no explanation needed bc I am whore. 

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

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