#daddy steve

Steve’s heart broke when he noticed your car in his driveway. 

Every month for the past few he had been dating you, he had to watch you fall apart during your period. The women he dated in the past were all closer to his own age and during their cycles they just mentioned the “normal pains” they had long grown accustomed to. 

He couldn’t ever imagine you being accustomed to this. 

The first time he experienced it with you, it scared him half to death. 

You didn’t answer any of his messages when he called to check on you and when he came over to your apartment, he found you curled up on the floor hugging a pillow. 

“Baby…I…what should I do? Should I call someone? A doctor?”

You winced at the sharp tone of his voice, the throbbing in your head making it hard to hear let alone understand him. 

Seeing your pain, he carefully collected you in his arms and held you to his chest on the couch while gently playing with your hair. After a while, you silently pointed to your meds which he opened, placing the pill on your tongue before holding the back of your head as he helped you take small sips of water from your glass. 

Curling back up into his chest, you placed one of his palms on the side of your temple allowing his fingers to loop around to your forehead while the other rested on your lower back where you guided him to firmly push, wincing slightly again before sighing in relief at the pressure. 

Generally, Steve hated feeling out of control and while you were usually submissive in your relationship, he noticed you FULLY let go when it was that time of the month. You didn’t brat or say anything sarcastic. You barely even spoke which he missed knowing you two could lay in bed and talk for hours. 

But he recognized how much pain you were in and how vulnerable you must feel to fully let go and trust him…

He knew he had to do everything he could to help and take care of you. 

After some thorough research online and a long conversation with you, you both found a routine that did make you feel ten times better. 

The moment your period started, you came over to his house so he could keep an eye. You normally saved all your sick days for times like this so the moment it began you didn’t even hesitate to utilize it and drive to Steve’s. 

You weren’t there when he left but he had been prepared, knowing thanks to his handy dandy Calander on his phone that it was coming. 

“You have a period app?”, you giggle.

“For you, yes. I want to make sure everything’s ready, honey.”

Beaming up at him, you circle your arms around his waist and push up on your tip toes to kiss his lips. 

“I really do appreciate everything you do for me, Steve Harrington, especially during that time of the month. I’ve never dated someone that put in this much effort for me.”

The man grins as his palm tenderly rubs your back.

“It’s not ‘effort’ to me, you know? I like taking care of you and I hate seeing you in so much pain. I love you, sweetheart.”

Before heading to work, he left your pills the doctor had prescribed with a bottle of water on his nightstand and a note of when he’d be home along with details of where to find your favorite chocolate in his pantry just in case. 

Quietly, he opened his front door and placed his suitcase on the table next to your purse that you had haphazardly tossed to the side. Taking off his suit jacket, he couldn’t help but smile at the candy wrappers on the kitchen counter next to a food container from the restaurant you liked to order from when the period cravings kicked in. 

Glancing towards his whiteboard on the fridge, he recognized your handwriting and took in the information as he removed his tie. 

“Took medication last at noon. Most likely asleep on couch. Bed too far :(.”

Steve chuckled as he checked his watch realizing then it was about time for another dose. 

He found you where you said you’d be, on your side on his sofa fast asleep. Taking a moment, he utilized his large palm to move some of your hair away from your face, his thumb softly caressing your skin. 

Groaning slightly, you heavily exhaled just as your beautiful eyes opened to meet his. 

“Hey, pretty girl.”, he murmurs, smiling when you do the same, your eye lids fluttering slowly as if to say hello back. “How are you feeling?”

Silently, your hand covers the one he had on your cheek, nuzzling into the base of it before leaving a tender kiss. 

“Yeah?”, he cooed back, his thumb running along your button lip. 

It didn’t take him long to learn your unspoken language when you were in this state and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he found it utterly adorable. 

“Is it ok if I pick you up so I can bring you to the bed?” Your lips pout out a bit, your knees pulling closer to your stomach as you blink your eye lids a bit faster than you had before. “Baby, I told you. It’s ok if you bleed on the mattress. You being comfortable means more to me than sheets.”

Your gaze shifts from his own honey irises, along his very kissable throat to the chest hair just vaguely peeking out of his blue button up shirt, and down the rest of his frame. 

“Hey.”, he grins, his finger lightly taping underneath your chin. “Same goes for the suit.”

You raise your eyebrows with a small smirk. 

“Especially this suit. I got this on sale at the store downtown for $50 bucks. No one in the office even noticed.” When he playfully rolled his eyes, your fingers curled around his collar and pulled his mouth to yours. “I love you to. Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

As carefully as he could, Steve lifted you into his arms, standing still for a moment till your face settled. 

“What hurts the most?”, he whispered.

Your palm tapped your chest and he nodded. 

When your boyfriend entered his bedroom, you giggled into his neck when you noticed not only the water and meds but a towel laid out under his turned down comforter. 

“I’m always prepared, baby girl.”

After giving you your next dose and taking off your shirt, he waited for you to get comfortable on your back before taking off his suit, allowing it to pool by the bedframe and climbing in to lay by your side. 

You smile when he kisses your cheek, turning your head to allow your forehead to press to his as his hand gradually rubs your tummy. 

“Ready?”

You subtly nod not wanting to move too much as you inhale the smell of his minty breath.

His palm effortlessly moves down the valley of your chest, gliding to the breast furthest from him and allowing his entire hand to lay flat against it. Soft irises gauge your reaction as he gradually pushes down, cupping your flesh in his warmth till he feels you sigh in relief against his face. 

“How does that feel, sweetheart? Too tight?”

“No…no, Daddy. Feels good.”

“Good. I want you to feel good. I’m going to move to the other one, ok?”

When he gets your confirmation, Steve drags his hand to your other boob all the while watching your expression to make sure he’s not hurting you. You feel the bulge in his boxers against your thigh with every caress especially when his thumb lightly flicks the right way along your nipple and you let out a soft moan.

Your lips kiss his, opening your mouth wide to allow his tongue to dance with yours before trailing to your chest, leaving lingering remnants of his spit along your skin. The organ between his teeth extends out to play with your sensitive bud, his eyes closing when his mouth wraps around it as your fingers thread through his hair. 

Everything about Steve is warm and it’s one of the many things you love about him. 

His hand that’s carefully massaging your breast while his mouth subtly rests and pants against your nipple. His chest that’s pressed to your side that could engulf you entirely should he choose to climb on top of you. His waist that allowed his cock to roll against your own hand that was now resting at your side. His unwavering care and love that he had for you within the energy he carried when you were with him. 

Steve Harrington was your everything and you had no idea what you would do without him. 

“Hey, hey, hey, are you ok? Why are you crying? Was I too rough?”, he murmurs, voice filled with concern. 

“No, I just…hormones.”, you sob lightly, chuckling at yourself.  “I just love you…like a lot…like a lot a lot.”, you reiterate playfully when his smile grows. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” Cupping your face in his hands, he kisses you once more, drying your tears with his thumb. “Do you think you can handle Daddy or did you want to keep doing this for a bit longer? You know me. I could hold your tits for hours.”

Your boyfriend grins when you laugh, adoration filled irises waiting for your answer. 

“I can handle anything you throw my way.”

Steve’s smile stretches further across his face as he carefully brings all the garments below your waist down your legs and rolls you onto your side with your back against his chest. 

“There’s my sarcastic pain the ass.”, he teases, trying his best not to shake you too much while removing his boxers and allowing his dick to spring free. Taking a hold of the base, he runs the tip of his mushroom head through your folds, eyes flicking to your face as he guides himself inside you.

Your own eyes roll back and close immediately, fingers tangling with his that were resting beside your head. 

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmph—yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

“Slow like this?”, he asks, gradually pumping his hips while doing everything in his power not to just thrust up into you.  Steve would never get used to how lubricated and warm your cunt was when you were on your period, effortlessly allowing him to push his thick cock so deep within you that you could practically feel him in your stomach. “Fuck, honey, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

Intentionally placing his hand on your lower belly, he pulled your body closer to his while curbing the now dull ache of the cramps beneath. 

“I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Testing your tolerance, Steve picked up his rhythm ever so slightly and in response you craned your neck to kiss his lips. 

“Y-You—fuck—you can go harder. I’m ok.”

With his forehead resting on your temple, his eyes close while his mouth opened in a silent O as he honored your request. 

You absolutely loved seeing this man come undone. Steve Harrington always liked being in control but every time he was with you whether it be fucking you or making love to you like he was now, there was at least one point where that control would slightly drop and he fully allowed the pleasure to dominate even him. 

After everything he did for you, you wanted him to feel as good as he was making you feel and you knew exactly how to unravel him. 

“That’s it, Daddy. Fuck—so good to me. I love the way you take care of me. I’ve—mmm—I’ve never had man like you before. I’m yours, baby, oh my God.”

Steve’s face scrunched as he circled his strong arm around you, allowing you to cradle it to your chest and hold his hand while securing you to his warm frame. 

“Mine, pretty girl. All mine. Shit—cum on Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Don’t worry about anything else. Just focus on me and doing what Daddy says.” You nod your head, his pace hastening while he clings tightly to you and continues murmuring his praise till he feels your body shuttering against him. “That’s my good girl. Just let go. I got you, babe.”

The ball in your stomach drops as you moan his name and you cum, feeling his own rhythm falter slightly before slamming his release into your core. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m sorry, honey… I tried to…was that too hard?”, he pants making you giggle lightly as you turn to give him a soft kiss. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Good.”, he beams, giving you another peck on your lips. “Now the fun part. Oh, I know.”, Steve coos as he carefully pulls out of your heat. 

Your eyes shamelessly watch his naked frame as he half jogs to his restroom to grab a towel to clean himself and get your bath started. 

“Hey! Stop ogling me, freak.”, he jests, coming around to open your legs and clean what he could. 

“I can’t help it. You’re just so sexy.” Rolling his eyes, he scurries to throw everything including your clothes in the hamper and turn off the water filling the tub. “Steve! Slow down, I’m not going anywhere.”

When you try to stand, he scowls your way and sprints to you to lift you in his arms. 

“I know you’re not because I’m here to look after you.”

“Aw, baby, that would be creepy if we weren’t in love.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, laughing through his teeth as he climbs into the water behind you and begins to gently run his palms along your body. 

“Such a brat.” 

Leaning into his chest, you kiss his jawline and sigh, absorbing the feeling of his hands on you in such a delicate, comforting way. 

“Are you off this weekend?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am. I was thinking if you were up to it we could bring the comforter to the living room and watch a movie. I can make dinner or order something. Whatever you want, baby.”

Taking a hold of his wrists, you circle his arms tightly around you and keen into the nook of his neck as his head tilts down to peck at your shoulder. 

“I love you.”

“You said that.”, Steve chuckles, kissing your cheek up to your temple. “But I never get tired of hearing it. I love you to, sweetheart.”

############

“Hey, listen. I wanna take you out tonight. It’s Thursday, I miss you. I want to drink and let loose.” 

Oh. 

“I wanna fuckin’…bury myself inside of you until you’re in tears and you gotta shove me away.”

Oh.

Steve lets out a little growl at the end of his sentence, a bit of a grumbly and impatient noise. Bucky almost spreads his legs upon instinct at hearing such a casual yet dominant noise. 

“Jesus…” Bucky whispers, a noise akin to a giggle bubbling up out of his mouth at Steve’s brashness. “Yeah, uh…yeah alright.” 

Something about Steve failing to inquire about Bucky’s surprise, about his reaction to how direct he is with his desire for Bucky, makes him feel lightheaded. 

“I want you to wear something nice for me,” Steve tells him, Bucky’s dizziness only growing at the sound of people in the background, somewhere near Steve as he says these words. “Wear some panties, put on a soft sweater. Get pretty for me.” 

Bucky closes his eyes before answering, his eyelids growing heavy.

“Yeah, I…okay. I can do that.” 

“Those light blue ones,” Steve husks out into his ear. “The ones with the little rose on the front, the ones that are sheer all around.” 

Bucky’s favorite. 

Daddy’s favorite.

That slow pull of arousal in his belly, familiar and welcome, forces his head to fall slowly onto the back of the couch he sits on. His breaths quickly become shaky at best, chest rising and falling with shallow moments as he tries to remain as calm and present as possible. 

“Okay,” is all he can manage. The thought of wearing a pair of his panties under his jeans and a comforting sweater, his Daddy’s eyes and his hands on him, touching him and loving him for anyone to see, nearly forces a whine from him. 

“Are you hard?” 

Bucky gasps, a soft and gentle noise. 

“Steve…”

Steve exhales so heavily into Bucky’s ear he thinks it’s a groan at first. Either way, it adds to the pull in Bucky’s balls. 

“Are you hard?” 

His tone is insistent, short. It sounds as if he’s busy with work while on the phone with Bucky, as if he has other things to be doing before he is able to leave and make it home to Bucky. Daddy being busy, as if Bucky is a bit of a bother to be calling, has Bucky’s tummy shamefully swooping once more. 

“Yes,” he whispers, his hips unable to stop themselves from pulsing forward, into the air and into nothing. “Yes.” 

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Finally have time to rest and recuperate during your break, take care of yourself and be soft with yourself. Woke up late, reading in what is surely my shirt. Glowing. About to eat the lunch I’m having delivered to you. Want you soft. Want you hard. God, I want you.” 

Bucky doesn’t stop himself from whining then, from giving into the noise that’s been quickly building in his chest. He denies himself the chance to give into his pleasure in full, to palm at his erection over his sweatpants, and instead chooses to embrace it, to feel it. It warms his chest, his stomach, his thighs, spreading throughout his body in waves, muddying up his brain. The ache in his dick is pleasant, yummy. 

Bucky says the one thing he can think to say in response to such feelings and words– 

“I love you.” 

Steve growls this time as well, bites out a curse into Bucky’s ear.

“Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much, sugar.” 

Bucky whimpers again. He can’t help it. And a few seconds pass, maybe ten, and then Steve is telling him he’s coming home. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, I…I’m comin’ home. We'll still go out later. I just...I’ll figure it out. I’ll say I’m goin’ to lunch, which…I am. You get ready, Buck– I’m comin’ home to eat you alive.” 

It’s Bucky’s turn to growl, his noise sounding more like a giggle. The sudden declaration sends him to his feet and moving towards their bedroom, book in tow. 

“Be quick, Daddy,” he decides to tease, voice more breathless than he’d like. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” 

With another bitten-off curse, Steve hangs up the phone, leaving Bucky to undress and crawl into bed, his hum turning to a moan once his hips press into the bed sheets. He glances at the time before reaching for his book once more. 

You sat on the couch as you cried, your hands shaking underneath the sleeves of his button up shirt Steve draped around you before you screamed at him to leave you alone and commanded he got outside. 

He didn’t want to leave you knowing you needed aftercare but after utilzing the safe word, he wanted you to do what you needed to feel comfortable. 

You could feel his worried eyes on you through the glass of the patio door as he paced back and forth smoking a cigarette to calm his own rattled nerves. 

He never meant to hurt you, never meant to take it this far. 

Steve watched you get up and he tossed the stick between his fingers over the banister before coming back inside, lingering in the doorway of the bedroom. 

It was still a mess from the chaos that ensued as soon as you both got home from the party his manager invited him to so he could introduce Steve to potential sponsors that would pay him a lot of money to fight. 

They wanted to get to know him and you were very much a part of him. 

Things were going fine until they weren’t. 

He watched you effortlessly move about the room talking to people as if you had known them for years reminding him of high school. You could talk to anyone with a patient grace that he loved as he observed you smile and giggle at something someone had said. 

Some drunk fucker tripped and spilled some of his liquor on Steve’s new suit making him huff. The man laughed and apologized profusely, complimenting him and telling the boxer how much he loved his style in the ring. He asked if the former jock was taken but without waiting for an answer pointed to you and talked about how gorgeous you were with a vulgarity that had him hissing threats till the man stumbled away. 

Steve watched you like a hawk, ignoring the people around him. Now filled his former insecurities, he didn’t see his beautiful fiancée who knew how to mingle but a girl he could lose at any moment. In high school he wanted you but you were never his. When he came home, you were with someone else before he stole you away. Your father hated him and even his own father made cracks about how you could do better than his son. 

No.

You were his and he wasn’t going to lose you to one of these preppy fuckers. 

He began snapping at people and even pushed some guy away from you who absently touched your arm in the middle of a sentence. On the ride home, you two fought and you rolled your eyes at the insinuation that you would want anyone but him. 

You weren’t taking him seriously… or at least in his headspace that’s what he perceived. 

Steve called you a whore, saying if you wanted to fuck all the men at the party, he should have just left you there. 

You called him an asshole who was acting like the kid you ignored back in school. 

He said he could do better than you so you should feel lucky.

You smacked him and told him he sounded just like his father. 

He grabbed your throat then and pushed you against the mattress where you two fought each other. Steve ripped your new dress he had bought you and yanked the necklace that was dangling from your neck all night grunting about how sluts don’t deserve nice things. 

You tore at the buttons on his shirt and pushed his pants down with your feet before rubbing his cock with your knee, making a quip about how the men at that party probably had bigger dicks that could satisfy you. 

Steve guide himself inside you roughly, slamming his hips so hard the bed underneath you shook hitting the headboard against the wall. 

He had never been this rough with you before and even worse his rules that he always stuck to rigorously in the bedroom seemed to disappear from his mind. The worst offender being his palm that came up to grip your throat again except this time his head was down beside yours. 

He always insisted because he was a lot stronger, that if his fingers were around your neck, he wanted to see your face that way if you were uncomfortable or if something was wrong, he’d see it immediately. 

Steve didn’t notice this time when his grip tightened. 

You tried to speak but you couldn’t and he was still pinning your wrists to the bed. 

Another rule of his broken, to always have some part of your hands able to touch him so you could tap out if you needed to. 

Right as the panic set in, he released you as his palm slide down the comforter beside you and you wasted no time smacking his back three times in quick succession hard. 

Steve immediately stopped, pushing up on to his elbows to check on you before your own used all their strength to push him completely to the side. 

You got up but your legs betrayed you as you feel the floor, coughing as you tried to catch your breath, hearing him run past you before kneeling beside you with a glass of water that you promptly took from him to toss across the room in anger. 

He tried to move your hair away from your face and his utter dismay…you recoiled. 

You screamed at him to go away and after covering you with his shirt, he did what you asked.

As he watched you maneuver around the bedroom, his heart sank. You looked so small in his button up with your leggings underneath. It took him a moment to even realize, you were putting your clothes into a tiny suitcase you had laid out on the bed.

“Baby, please—” 

Your hand raised, a silent symbol for him to stop speaking. 

“I…I think I’m going to stay with my parents…for a while. I, um, I think maybe…maybe it’s best we take a break from each other.” 

At your final word, your voice cracked as his eyes closed. 

“We’re not even going to talk about it? I don’t get a say in this?”

“No, Steven, you don’t.”

“Y/N, just…just take a moment and breath. You’re still coming down from the headspace and—”

“Are you kidding me?!”, you snap, cutting him off as you turn to face him. “You seriously think either of us were in our headspaces during that?” His eyes flick towards the bed that your finger absently gestures to. “What happened there was NOT Daddy and if any part of that was Steve—”

“It’s not. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I seriously just got lost in my own head and—”

“Yeah well, you getting ‘lost’ seriously hurt me.” Your eyes became glassy as you began to tear up again and your bottom lip quivered. “What was that, Steve?”

“I don’t know. I—”

“You don’t know?! You…you’ve always insisted on me being able to tap out or say our word if I needed to but you made it to where I literally couldn’t. I mean were you trying to hurt me—”

“No, Y/N. I—fuck!” At his outburst, you hold your breath as he places his hands on his hips. “I fucked up.”

“And that’s just here, Steve. What about the party? You kept telling me how important it was but then you were rude to someone and almost punched another.”

His eyes flittered from left to right as he searched for the words to convey how he was feeling but all that filled his mind was the image of you sobbing on the couch.

“Talk to me.”

“I can’t…I… just please, baby, stay here. I can sleep on the couch and then tomorrow I can take you to breakfast and—”

“No. I don’t want…I CAN’T be anywhere near you right now—”

“Then I’ll go. I can get a hotel and you can stay here where I know you’re safe.”

“I’ll be safe with my parents.”

Steve’s heart fully collapsed in his chest as your words hung with heavy implications. You needed to be somewhere he wouldn’t have access to you. Somewhere he couldn’t come and go freely. 

Somewhere he couldn’t hurt you.

“O-O-Ok, um, let me…let me at least help you…carry your things…to your car.”

At the sound of him struggling to keep his emotions in check, you felt yourself start to let go once more as a single tear fell down your cheek. 

“I can carry it, Steven, thank you.”

With heavy eyes, he watched you head towards the front door before pausing by the kitchen counter. Hope filled him as he prayed you were rethinking leaving but it was promptly dashed as you slowly took off your engagement ring and left it behind.

##################

You had never been in this much pain before in your life. 

It had been a week since you even talked to Steve and his absence was killing you. Your parents constantly asked questions you didn’t want to or even knew how to answer. Your father flipped out when he saw the bruises on your wrists but when you tried to explain that was something different, he wouldn’t listen. 

How do you explain that the bruises and marks on your skin were from a sex life you usually enjoyed? 

You went to work hoping to distract yourself from the pain but when you were met with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a card that read, “I miss you so much, baby. Please don’t think I’m doing ok without you. – Steve” you cried till one of your coworkers offered to take you out to lunch. 

You knew he had a match coming up and since you two had begun dating you hadn’t missed one. You debated not going, telling yourself the goal was to take a break and sometime apart from one another but the thought of you not being there to cheer him on oddly enough hurt way more than anything else. 

After a healthy mental debate and a long pep-talk, you threw on your most casual dress with your black flats and made your way to the small building that was already packed to the rafters with screaming patrons.

“Are you Miss Y/L/N?!”, an usher screeches before you could make your way to the front seat that was usually designated for you. “Mr. Harrington’s coach asked to speak with you!”

Before you can retort or protest, you were whisked away towards the locker area where his coach and manager were pacing. 

“Y/N, oh thank God.”, he sighs. “Steve said you weren’t going to make it and wants to forfeit.”

“What?”, you ask, genuinely confused. 

“He started getting ready but then right as he began taping up his fist, he said he wanted to forfeit the match tonight. Can you go in there and talk to him? Convince him that would be a terrible idea.”

Sighing, you open the locker room door to find the boxer sitting on one of the benches with his hair blocking his face as his head hung, his fingers fiddling with the tape in his hands. 

“Look, Jim, I’m not budging on this so—shit.”, Steve pauses when he notices it’s you walking towards him and not his coach. “Hey, Y/N, I, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve never missed a fight before and I couldn’t bring myself to miss one.”, you mumble, your eyes carefully taking him in. “Why are you forfeiting? That’s not like you, Steve.”

“Yeah, well, neither is hurting you the way I did so…”, he huffs as his angry irises glare towards the mirror at himself before dropping once more. “You’re the reason I started boxing, Y/N. You’re the reason I fought so hard to get where I am. The idea of going out there and not seeing you in the crowd… I can’t do it. This past week has been hard enough…I can’t…”

“Please, Steve…please don’t make me the reason you give up on something you love doing.”

“I love you more.”

Air escapes from your nostrils as you heavily exhale and fold your arms over your chest. The little movement allows him a window to see the fading but still prominent purple ring around your neck. 

“Y/N.”, he whispers as he gets to his feet and places himself in front of you. “Let me see…please…”

When he reaches up to move your arms, you take one step back and he blinks away the pain. It takes you a moment but you do what he asks, lowering your sweater to show him what he had done; the imprints of his fingers till glowing against your skin. His glassy eyes took everything in, even the rings of lighter purple he could see around your wrists. 

“Jesus… you—you did the right thing, honey, leaving me.”

“I said we should take a break. I’m not sure about our relationship but—”

“No, Y/N, you should stay away from me. If I’m capable of that then—”

“Steve, this isn’t normal for you. You—”

“It may not be normal but that doesn’t change the fact that—”

“Are you going to keep interrupting me?!”, you shout eliciting a sigh from him as he takes a seat and you do the same. “I don’t care about the marks you left on me. It’s not abnormal for you to leave your imprint on me. What was different was…you. From the beginning, you’ve always been so steadfast about our rules in bed. ‘I’ll always want some part of your hands on me especially if you can’t speak so you can get my attention.’ It was like…you weren’t present…you do that sometimes when you’re mad enough. Usually, I don’t mind…to a point…like when you lose a fight.

I know you need to get that energy out and you know I can handle it. But that…that wasn’t Daddy Steve nor was it Steve, Steve. And at the party…it was like watching high school Steve. Add in what you said…a-about how I should feel lucky to be with you…like I’m beneath you.”

“Fuck, baby, no. I—”

“That hurt way more than this.”, you add as you gesture towards your throat. “That’s why I said you were like your dad. I wanted you to hurt as badly I was.”

“Steven?”, his coach called through the door. “Time is running out here, kid. What’s the plan?”

“Give me one minute, Jim!”

“Look.”, you begin as you stand and collect yourself. “Go out there and do what you’ve worked so hard for. I’ll be in my usual seat screaming your name like I always do. You got this.”

“Y/N.”, he calls, giving you pause as you start to leave the area. “Will you meet me after the fight? So we can talk and I can show you something?”

You smile even as the lie comes out of your mouth. 

“Of course, sweetheart.”

***

You couldn’t wait for him. 

You knew you needed to stick to your guns and allow you both time apart. You were glad you were able to tell him how feel but just like when you two were in school together, he didn’t reciprocate. You knew Steve struggled sometimes to say what was on his mind which is why you were patient with him and allowed him time to find his own way. 

This was different. 

You needed him to tell you why he behaved the way he did because you refused to be married to a man like Bill Harrington. When you met Steve’s dad, you noticed it immediately. The same air of arrogance that the boxer used to carry before you both graduated. He explained to you once that he believed that’s why he was an asshole, to impress his dad. 

“I thought maybe if I was like him then maybe he’d finally accept me. MVP swimmer and basketball player who’s friends with the popular kids with a pretty cheerleader type girl on my arm. Little did I know I could never make him proud of me.”

Bill was always polite to you when you were in front of him but you know he wasn’t a fan of you and your “image”.

“Sweetheart, she’s a sweet girl and incredibly smart.”, his mother had praised from her spot near the pool outside. 

“Yeah, if she lost a couple of pounds, she’d be perfect.”, his dad chuckled, seemingly not aware of the open window in his son’s bedroom. 

“I’m going to tell him off.”, Steve growled as he started to stomp towards the door. 

“No, no you’re not but I appreciate the thought.”, you coo as you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“You’re perfect to me, baby, NO MATTER WHAT YOU WEIGH!”, he shouts towards his window making you both giggle as you hastily snap it shut. 

Loud knocking on the front door startled you but not as much as the raised voices coming from downstairs. 

After opening the door to your bedroom, you quickly run down the stairs to be met with a rain- soaked Steve whose eyes locked with yours before trying to move your father to the side. 

“You didn’t wait for me after the fight and I completely understand but I really need to show you something.”, he rushed out even as your dad continued to block him. 

“No. Your relationship with my daughter is over. Now if you don’t leave my house, I swear to God, I will hurt you much worse than you did her. The only reason you aren’t already dead is because of her so you should thank her.”

“I love your daughter and I never meant to hurt her—”

“YET YOU DID! I’ve seen the bruises!”

“Dad, he didn’t…It’s not what you think…”

“Oh, so he didn’t put his hands on you?!”

“No, not like that…but he did cross a boundary with his words.”, you calmly reply and again Steve tries to step towards you. 

“I know I did. I’ve been thinking about what I said to you all week and I’m so fucking stupid, Y/N. I let my insecurities get that better of me. Some drunk asshole said some shit about how sexy you were and what he wanted to do with you, that’s why I went after him. He staggered away but I couldn’t get the words out of my head. I saw you laughing with those other people and talking to them so easily the way you always do but I saw red. 

Men kept grazing your arm or leaning in too close and then I saw that asshole head your way and I just lost it. That’s why I almost hit him. I didn’t care about my career or how people would perceive me. All I could think about was this fucker who told me he wanted to bend you over was about to touch what was mine… I should have talked to you. I should have told you everything but you were right. I turned into high school Steve and I got jealous. Like I told you at the fight, baby, everything I’ve worked so hard for is because of you. I literally fought to become a better man so I could come back to you and spend the rest of my life with you. I know I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for hurting you but I’ll do it, gladly, on my knees, sweetheart.”

At his last sentence, he falls to the floor on his knees and your dad scoffs in disgust. 

“Please, Y/N. Just come with me and let me show you what I want to show you. If you still don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

***

Steve glances your way as you lean your head against his car window to stare at the homes and businesses that pass. 

It takes every ounce of energy for him to keep his palms on the steering wheel and not reach out to hold your hand like he normally did when you both were in the car together. He knew he messed up and what killed him even more was your explanation about why you left. 

He had promised himself he would never treat any woman the way his dad treated his mother even though she acted like he hung the moon. That’s one of the many things he loved about you. You weren’t the kind of woman to push all that down and pretend with him. 

In bed you were submissive but in the world you were a force to be reconned with. In high school he would watch you talk back to teachers or his friends and he was in awe. How could you do that? How did you have the confidence or sarcasm to stand up to people?

Later on, he learned from you it wasn’t easy. Some days you just wanted to be fought for or taken care of; to have someone be as passionate about you and the things around you like you were with others. 

He wanted to be that for you. 

Every day, Steve did his best to be the man you needed and to him it was easy. He loved taking care of you and hearing the way you talked about everything. 

As long as he got to see you smile, that’s all he wanted. 

To be the reason you were in so much pain, physically and emotionally, it killed him. 

Your head straightened as he pulled into a drive way just outside of town and turned off his engine. 

“Where are we? Whose house is this?”

Softly smiling, he came around to open your car door and extended his hand to help you out which you take allowing him to relish a bit at the small amount of contact.

After digging into his pocket, he produces a set of keys and you follow him inside as he effortlessly opens the door. 

“Take a look around.”, Steve urges. 

It was a nice two-bedroom house with two stories and a big backyard that had an inground pool near the back. 

“The garage is pretty spacious. I was thinking I could put an AC unit in there and convert it to like a gym so I could train.” Your wide confused eyes meet his and he tosses you a small smile as he shuffles his feet with his hands in his pockets. “I hated being in the apartment without you so I would go for a drive or a walk to clear my head. I saw a for sale sign and when I came to check it out, I thought it would be perfect.”

“Perfect for what?”

“Our family.” Steve takes long strides till he’s practically chest to chest with you. “I messed up, Y/N. I messed up bad and I know that. I’m so sorry I lashed out at you and said what I said. You said you called me my dad to hurt me but you were right. I was acting just like him. You did nothing wrong but I treated you like you did. I acted like high school Steve… agreeing with something I know isn’t true…which in this case is my insecurities.

I was watching you talk to those pricks and seeing them touch you or you laugh at something they said…My brain kept telling me I was going to lose you or someone was going to take you away from me but in the end it was my fault. I’M the reason I almost lost you. 

Fuck, honey, nothing will ever hurt me more than seeing you crying on our couch. I couldn’t get that image out of my head…you sitting there alone, shaking, scared…because of me. That’s never going to happen again, Y/N, I swear. I don’t care what I have to do.”

Your eyes close as you try to suffocate the tears that start to fall and he gradually reaches out to wipe them away. 

“I haven’t put a down payment on this yet because I didn’t want you to feel like I was guilting you into staying. I want you to know though that the apartment is yours. I can move out within the week and I’ll keep paying the rent. I just want to know you’re somewhere safe and you don’t have to worry.”

At his promise, you cry harder and he internally panics as cups your cheeks, tangling his long fingers in your hair behind your head to guide your forehead to his lips. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”

“I hated not being with you. I missed you so much, Steve.” Your arms circled around his waist, feeling him suck in a breath when you squeeze him. “Fuck, I’m sorry. He hit you a lot below the neck during your fight—”

“No, no, no, it’s ok. It’s nothing compared to not having you next me and I can’t even…you’ve probably been in a lot of pain to.” When you let him go, he pulls back as his eyes and fingers trace the marks on your neck. “I didn’t even realize I was grabbing you so hard…I didn’t realize both my hands had you pinned that way. I was…so in my head… I can’t even think about…if I had…if you weren’t able to get my attention.”

His lips kiss your bruises, open mouthed and gentle as your hands pet his hair and he sinks down on to his knees. 

“You trusted me to be in control and I failed you. I’m so sorry.”, he apologizes as his eyes meet yours and his palms settle on your hips. “I’m so fucking sorry.” His lips kiss your belly over your shirt before pressing his nose against the fabric. “I hated not being with you either. I was so terrified you would think I was ok with out you. Every time my mom left my dad, he called the nearest side piece to come over to make him ‘feel better’.”, he growls. 

“I spent so much time either hitting the bag or driving around the city thinking about you and what I had done…what I could lose…because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Stop.”, you huff as you fall to your own knees in front of him so you can be eye level with his honey irises. “Stop talking about yourself that way. You do it so much…don’t let him win. Don’t let him take away the man you’ve become…the man I fell in love with.”

Steve chuckles lightly, flashing you all his teeth before kissing your lips. 

“We sound like we’re in a fucking romance movie.”, he jests making you laugh along with him and his heart bursts at the sound. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

His mouth crashes back to yours and you relish the taste as you cling to him again, guiding you both onto the floor of the living room. You lifted off his jacket, giggling again when rain drops fell against your skin. 

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another. One day it’s sweat and today it’s rain.”

“You like it.”, Steve teases as he takes off your own top, pausing slightly as he allows his lips to linger again along your bruises. “Daddy’s so sorry he hurt you, honey. You’re still so beautiful.”

“Will you make it up to me, Daddy? Make me feel good?”

“Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

As his mouth attached to your throat, his large, calloused palms slid along your chest, bringing your bra with it before tossing it to the side and trailing his tongue along your skin down the valley of your breasts. 

After pulling off your sweats with your panties, he took off his own shirt and you marveled at his toned abs slightly obscured by purple bruises of their own. You exhaled the way you always did, hating to see marks on his body like that, pushing up into a sitting position to allow your lips to kiss the wound. 

Steve sighed in pleasure at the feeling, petting your head before tilting it back so he could kiss you and lay you back down against the floor. 

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

Your back arched as he laid flat on his tummy and his wide tongue licked between your folds. Back, forth, up and down; the boy definitely knew how to move his mouth and your fingers clung to his perfect hair for dear life as his own hands refamiliarized themselves with your soft frame.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.”, he panted, his humid breath making you shiver. 

Your mouth dropped open as you mewled, grinding your hips against his tongue to chase your high. When your thighs closed around his head, there was nowhere else he would have rather been, clinging to your legs as your lower half lifted off the ground while he licked you through your orgasm. 

“Atta girl, that’s my beautiful girl.”, he praised, kissing up your body till his lips found yours once more. 

Reaching between you both, he sloppily lowered his sweats to free his cock, groaning under his breath as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push himself in. 

“Shit…fuck, baby, I missed you. I don’t know w-what I would have done without you.”, he moaned out in a strained voice as he pushed up onto his palms to allow for more control of his waist as he gradually thrust his hips. 

“I missed you to…I love you, Steve…”

“Oh my God, I love you to, Y/N. Since the day I saw you, pretty girl.”

Taking a hold of his cheeks, you force him to look at you as he finds a steady pace, firmly punctuating each thrust with the smack of his hips against yours turning you into the equivalent of goo as only he knew how. 

“J-Just like that, Daddy.”

Falling fully on top of you, he encases you with his massive, warm frame as your arms circle around his back and cling to his shoulders. The sound of his grunts as Steve rolls his waist is like music as your pussy clenches tighter around him, begging him to continue on your behalf as he continuously hits that sensitive spot inside you that had your eye lids fluttering. 

“Imagine…us doing this once…this house is—fuck—ours… Daddy can have you every room…”

“Yes.”

“Any time I want…when you come home from work…w-when I’m all sweaty after a workout…” He pauses when he hears you laugh, smiling against your skin. “On our wedding night…”

“Fuck—in sexy lingerie?”

“Of course. I wish I could have been your first.”, he moans as his rhythm hastens. “But—Jesus—I’m happy to be your last. Cum for Daddy, baby.”

Your heels lock behind his lower back as your fingers thread through his hair, holding him tightly to you while your body trembles against him as you do what he commands. His muscular frame does the same as his hips falter before you hear him mewl and he empties his release inside you. 

You both continue to pant as you try to catch your breath and he tenderly nuzzles his nose into your neck while you continue to pet the back of his head. 

“I love it by the way; the house.”, you clarify when he pushes up onto his elbows and quirks his eyebrow. “I’m sorry I smacked you and for what I said. I’m not blameless in our fight—”

“No, no, honey. You don’t have to apologize—”

“Yes, I do. We both escalated.”

“Yeah…”, he sighs as his forehead tilts to rest on yours. “You and I know how to get under the others skin but doesn’t change what I did. In our dynamic, Y/N, part of my job is being in control and I wasn’t. I should have recognized that.”

“I knew you weren’t…I can tell when you’re present and when you’re not but…I thought I could help. I thought maybe if we got that aggression out, we’d be able to talk after like we always do.” Your little voice shakes causing him to replace his forehead with his lips before carefully pulling out and falling onto his side, bringing you with him so he could continue comforting you. “I wasn’t ok without you either. It felt weird not coming home to you.”

“I know. I hope you know I didn’t think you were out doing anything…I mean even if you were, I would understand. I just kept thinking about… what I lost if you decided not to take me back. Christmas by the fire while we watch those Claymation movies you like and our anniversaries at the lake.”, Steve grins as you smile and scoot your body closer to his, resting your head on his extended arm. 

“My cheering section in the stands during a match where I can hear you screaming my name over everyone else.”

“I still don’t believe you can.”, you tease and he reaches out to caress your cheek. 

“Seeing you in a gorgeous white dress while you say ‘I do’ in front of all our friends and then seeing that beautiful smile on our honeymoon. Having a little us running around with your laugh and my hair.” You bite your bottom lip to stifle your giggle as you slide closer till your nose is touching his and his palm glides down your back. 

“Having a woman who cares about me and not my name or what I can give her. A woman who gave me purpose, who is the most gorgeous, sexy, and perfect person I’ve ever met. That’s what ran through my mind as I watched you take off your engagement ring.”

Your lips gently connected to his as you hugged him before feeling him wince again. 

“Shit, Steve, I’m—”

“It’s ok, it’s just sore. Come on, baby, let me take you back to your parents.”

“Can we go home?”, you ask as you both rise to your feet and he begins grabbing your clothes to help redress you. 

“Of course. You don’t need to get your stuff?”

“I can get it later. I don’t really want to hear my dad tell me to stay. I didn’t tell him what happened but my sweater didn’t cover everything one morning and he saw my bruises. I told him you didn’t hurt me but it’s hard to explain without going into detail about our sex life. I feel more comfortable giving my mom the basics so I thought maybe she could calm him down.”

“I can talk to him if you want me to.”

“I appreciate that but I feel like it will be less combative if my mom and I try first.”

“That’s fair.”, he grins, leaning down to kiss you and wrapping his jacket around your body.

As you adjust it around you, something in the pocket catches your attention and you reach in to find your engagement ring. 

“Oh, um, yeah, I carried that with me everywhere…made me feel close to you and helped me…kind of think everything over.”