#dom steve

How could this be happening?

This was definitely a dream right?

Then why could you feel the coldness of the bathroom sink your breast were pressed against as your body lurched forward with every hard thrust coming from behind you? Why would you feel his fingers digging roughly into the meat of your hips as he held you in place between the counter and himself?

Why could you hear every sexy grunt that left his lips with every smack of his hips against your ass as he clung to your skirt that was bunched around your waist as leverage? Why could you clearly see his reflection within the mirror in front of you watching between your bodies as his large cock disappeared inside of your cunt before he pulled himself all the out and slammed himself back into you. 

Honey irises met yours and he couldn’t help but smirk as his hand reached around you to grab your throat and pull you towards him till your back was against his hairy chest. 

“Look at you, honey. Just falling apart on my dick like the good little slut you are.”, he murmured roughly, his words flowing through your curvy form down to your core that clenched around him.

No, this wasn’t a dream. University Football Captain and President of the Hawkins U Fraternity Steve Harrington was actually fucking you in the downstairs bathroom with the party he put together raging just on the other side. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels too fucking good. What would your date say if he saw you like this? Hm?” When all you do is mewl, a growl emits from his throat. “I don’t like being ignored, little girl.”

Your arm tries to wrap around his neck but he roughly takes hold of the limb and traps it around your stomach with his own. 

“Maybe since you won’t answer we can find out from the source.”

“No!”, you shout as he reaches for the door. “No, please.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. If you were my girl and I found you like this I’d drag you out by your hair in front of all those people and spank this sexy ass in front of the entire school.”

To punctuate his point, his palm loudly smacks your behind and you try to conceal your moan behind your palm. 

“Dirty girl. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes, Steve, fuck.”

Calloused fingers slide down your thick tummy till they find your clit, rubbing firm circles against your nub that shoots an electricity through you till your head is leaning against his bare shoulder. 

“He doesn’t fuck you this good, does he? You can open your legs for everyone on campus but no one will fuck you like me.” Your body pushes back against his but his grip remains firm as his digits move faster between your legs. “No, no, baby. Don’t run from it. That’s it. Cum on my cock…That’s it.”

Your frame trembles as you come undone, his fingers still maneuvering around your bundle of nerves till you finally stop shaking. 

His smiling reflection meets yours in the mirror before he abruptly smacks your upper half back over the counter and sets a rough pace as he chases his own release. His palm tangles in your hair, smushing your cheek against the marble as he spanks your ass. 

“Maybe I should cum inside you till I’m—fuck—till my balls are empty and I knock you up. Then everyone here will know who you fucking belong to. This pussy is mine, little whore. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is yours…Steve.”

“Beg me, Y/N.”

“Fuck, Steve, please! You own me! Fill me up so deep so everyone knows I belong to Steve Harrington.”

He grunts at your pleas till you feel his rhythm falter and he pounds his seed into your core, warming your insides. 

You both pant till you feel him gradually pull his now softening cock out of your sore hole and kneel to the floor to pull your panties back up your legs. 

“Seriously? You’re not going to even clean between my legs?”

The jock raises an inquiring eyebrow up at you as he adjusts your skirt before bouncing to his feet to do the same with your shirt. 

“You said you wanted me to fill you up. Do you really think a tissue will help?”, he teases, leaning forward till his forehead rests on yours. “I don’t do anything halfway, honey.”

“Obviously.”, you giggle, your palms coming up to cup his cheeks to bring his mouth to yours. When he sighs, you pull back slightly to see his eyes are closed. “Are you ok?”

“I didn’t like seeing you with that fucker out there.”, he answers, gesturing towards the bathroom door. 

“I know but my friend’s surprised me with a blind date. That’s what happens when you have a relationship that’s kept secret.”

“Then maybe we should tell people, huh?” Smiling your way, Steve takes off his cap and places it backward on your head just as it had been on his own. “You hang on to this now and then tonight after the party you can have my lettermen.”

“Ooooh, I feel special.”, you grin, reaching up to fix his hair and biting your bottom lip when he bends his knees a bit so you have easier access. “I’ll see you later?”

Nodding, he gives you one last peck before heading back out into his party making you laugh when hear him loudly exclaim in excitement as you assume he heads for the keg. You’re proven right when you saunter past him being held upside down by his friends as you find your own and throw your body down on the couch beside them. 

“Where have you been?! Your date left!”, your friend shouts over the music in annoyance, her eyes taking you in as she blinks finally recognizing what was different. “Is that Douchebag Steve Harrington’s hat?! I thought you hated him!”

You shrug as your eyes flick his way, watching as he’s placed on his feet with beer dripping down his chin and chest, his nose scrunching as he laughs hard with his fraternity brothers. 

“I did but turns out he’s not as big of an asshole as he appears to be.”

When his irises find yours, you uncross your legs before recrossing them, displaying your panties for half a second as you smirk and raise your glass his way just as he delivers you one of his signature knees weakening winks. 

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He’s had your back since you were young. Your older brother, his best friend, Jeremiah made sure of it when he left for the military - a choice you both despised greatly. 

Choices are a privilege though, and unless you had good grades for a scholarship like yourself, or rich parents like Steve, college wasn’t always the direct option. Jeremiah was a bit of a burnout in school, taking on the pressure of protecting and taking care of you while forgetting to put himself first. So, the year you were able to move out and go to college, he made Steve swear to look after you in his place. 

It was an agreement you were made plenty aware of as Steve consistently made his presence known in your life. He constantly checked in about your grades, making sure you didn’t lose your scholarship, and always made sure you got home safe after these obnoxious parties. Safe, and alone. 

That was the annoying part.

It didn’t matter how often you reminded Steve that you were grown now, that you were an adult and smart enough to use protection, he always tried to get in the way of  you going home with anyone - especially a guy.  He was slightly more lenient with girls, not having the fear of pregnancy halt your education, but he still gave you and them a hard time. 

And it’s only gotten worse this year. 

Your landlord randomly decided to increase your rent with only a 30 day notice, and it was much more than your scholarship and bookstore job allotted for. Thus, Steve took you into the frat house. 

It wasn’t as bad as it may seem. Steve was head of the house and everyone knew you were off limits. It felt like you were living with brothers again…

Really hot, stupid, constantly shirtless, flirtatious brothers. 

It was torture. 

Your constantly fluctuating gender identity also made for fun conversations with the seemingly heteronormative boys of the house. You had explained many times that you don’t care what pronouns or gender they see you as, and it really confused them when they were attracted to someone they would call “little bro” but had tits. 

It was fun. 

Steve was defensive and supportive of your exploration. In fact, it made him proud to watch you pull girls almost as well as he could. 

Almost. 

He’d never admit it, but you were Steve’s sexual awakening in terms of fluidity. He’d always found you attractive, as much as it plagued him, because he knew you were Jeremiah’s little sibling and there was no fucking way he could cross that line. 

But as time has passed, the line has gotten more and more blurry. 

Every single time he saw you flirting with someone his blood turned hot. Girls, guys, whoever, he had to get in the middle of it. Literally. Sometimes he wished you’d invite him to get in the middle of it. 

Fuck. 

That time he heard you and that stupid fuckboy down the hall moaning and groaning he lost it. He was supposed to be writing an essay and instead ended up with his dick in his hand picturing you with your mouth around him under the desk. 

When he saw the idiot downstairs later he told him if he ever sees him around the house again he’ll knock his teeth out. 

And when you asked where he went, Steve told you to stay away from guys like that. When you rolled your eyes and said “Okay Dad,”, he almost bent you over and spanked you right there. 

But that would be wrong. 

Right?

Anyone with eyes knows that Steve is attractive. It’s no secret why he hailed the title of King. You’ve long ignored the desire every time he walks through the house shirtless, his hair all messed up, his basketball shorts hanging low as he drinks his morning coffee. You’ve also ignored the overperformative whines and moans of the sorority girls he brings back to his room after a night of chaos. You’ve second-guessed if he’s that good or if the girls are just doing the most, but your suspicions are wrong because they always seem to want to come back for more. 

It was a dance you both played at constantly on nights like this. Steve would watch you grind with someone as you watched him throw an arm around a girl’s shoulder and whisper shit into her ear. 

Tonight, though, you were annoyed. Steve looked too fucking good and it pissed you off that he had the audacity to look your way while his arm was around someone else. 

You were on a mission to be an absolute demon. You couldn’t help it - Steve just awakens that in you. 

So, as he watched you sip your drink, you purposely spilled some down your front, your white shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples from peaking out. Braless, of course. 

You see the way his eyes dilate and you smirk, turning to the tall boy next to you. “Aw, fuck,” you whine in fake discontent. 

“Can you get me a paper towel or something?” You ask the boy next to you, batting your eyelashes as you make eye contact with him.

Your heart skips slightly as you look up at him. He has long curly hair, and the most devious smirk on his face that you’ve ever seen. 

He chuckles. “I doubt there’s a paper towel in sight around here sweetheart. Do you want my shirt instead to cover up?”

You falter. You didn’t expect him to be so attractive. Your eyebrows furrow as you scan his face. Eyebrow pierced, tattoos littering his arms, a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other - you recognize him. 

“You look so familiar,” you murmur. 

He smiles and sticks his hands in his pockets. “I’ve definitely sold you drugs before,” he says.

You laugh. “Eddie! Oh my God yes - hi,” you laugh, embarrassed you didn’t recognize him immediately. Has he always been this attractive?

“Hi,” he laughs back, then he takes your hand. “C‘mon let’s go get you cleaned up.” 

You let him pull you toward the stairs as you look over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes narrowing in on you. Your cheeks heat up as Eddie pulls you upstairs and down a hallway crowded with people. 

He easily navigates the crowd, his grip on you strong as you admire the tattoos that climb up his neck, barely showing above his collar, visible only where his hair isn’t covering from being in a bun. 

He opens a door at the left end of the hall and pulls you in quickly, locking the door behind you.

It’s quieter here, but not by much, the bass can be heard through the walls. Eddie immediately makes his way to a dresser, small figurines of some sort and books littered on top that shake as he hurriedly pulls open the top drawer and grabs a shirt. 

“Do you have a preference for a Black Sabbath or…a Run DMC shirt?” He laughs, holding up two giant black shirts in front of him.

You look around and spot the half made bed, an electric and acoustic guitar in the corner with a bass and speaker. A small desk with records of all sorts littered next to an old record player, some posters you don’t recognize on the wall by the small blue light next to it. And, of course, a giant bong. 

“Wait, this is your room?” You ask the obvious. “I didn’t think you’d be in a frat.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not - they let me stay here in exchange for drugs,” he explains. “Now put on a shirt,” he says, throwing one of the shirts at you. 

You stare at him incredulously, surprised he’s not trying to hit on you literally at all. Honestly, you’re offended. 

He’s hot. Like really hot. And you’re in his room, tits poking through your shirt, and rather than hit on you he’s…making you cover up? You make a split decision as Eddie’s eyes stay on you, quickly ripping off your shirt, exposing yourself in front of him. 

“Jesus fucking -“ he huffs, turning eyes up toward the ceiling. 

“What?” You laugh, slowly putting his shirt on over your head. “You told me to put on your shirt,” you challenge.

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as he crosses his arms. His eyes roam you up and down. His shirt is way too big, falling past your shorts and landing just above your knees. 

You stare back at him, unwavering. 

“You’re trouble,” he says, shaking his head. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one who brought me up here,” you retort, then decide to lock your place in and sit on the side of his bed. 

He keeps his distance. 

You’re confused. “Do you not want to…mess around some?” You ask, starting to actually feel hurt by his rejection. He groans and takes a few steps toward you, slotting himself between your legs. You look up at him wide-eyed, tummy churning as he looks down at you with dark eyes. 

“I can’t,” he mutters, his hand coming to touch the side of your face gently. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or something? I’m sorry I didn’t -“ you start to feel embarrassed, taking his kindness for some sort of innuendo and begin to get off the bed.

But he stops you, his hand finding your shoulder and gently keeping you in your place in the bed. 

“No no not like that,” he chuckles nervously. 

You pout. “Then why?” 

He pets your head. You can see the turmoil he’s fighting in his eyes. He sighs and takes a step back, making you whine. “I promised Harrington I wouldn’t when I found out you were his girl,” he admits.

Your mouth falls open in shock. “His girl???” You laugh incredulously. Of course Steve would still find his way to cockblock you without even being in the room. 

You stand up quickly, your blood boiling. “I’m not ‘his girl’,” you declare. 

Eddie tries to recover. “Well not ‘his girl’ but you know what I mean,” he replies. You cross your arms over your chest. “No Eddie, I don’t know what you mean. Please enlighten me on what the fuck that could possibly mean.”

There’s a loud banging on the door. 

You and Eddie both look toward the door, your heart hammering out of your chest. 

“Munson open this fucking door right now I swear to God,” Steve’s voice booms through the barrier. 

You’re seething. Absolutely seething. Not only has he tried to stop Eddie from pursuing you, he has the audacity to follow you upstairs???  

Eddie groans, his hands running down his face as he faces the door. The door shakes as Steve angrily pounds on it, but you’re not giving in that easily. 

You start fake moaning, staring directly at Eddie. “Ungh yeah Eddie, harder Eddie!” You moan loudly, a devilish glint in your eyes as his face glows bright red. 

Eddie runs to you, throwing his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he hushes you, and you giggle, trying to moan through his hand, while also trying not to get turned on by the harsh way he grabs you. 

”You’re fucking dead Munson,” Steve yells. 

“Steve it’s not-“ Eddie tries to cover, but you keep moaning. 

“Then open the FUCKING DOOR,” Steve yells so loudly that you actually get scared for a second. You’ve never heard him yell like that. You freeze in your place as Eddie glares at you and walks to open the door. 

Steve bursts in and stares at you, his gaze hot. He eyes you up and down. His blood boils seeing you wear Eddie’s shirt. 

“We’re leaving. Now,” Steve commands. 

You glare at him and shake your head. 

Steve shoots his eyes back at Eddie who slowly shuts the door and locks it again, afraid of anyone else trying to burst in to whatever the fuck is happening. “Did you touch her?” Steve growls at Eddie. 

“I swear I was just getting her a shirt,” Eddie explains. 

“And instead of getting me and telling me to take them home you bring them UP TO YOUR ROOM?” Steve shouts. 

But Eddie’s not having it. “You’re not their fucking keeper,” Eddie spits back. 

Steve gets in Eddie’s face. “You don’t know shit about what I am to her,” Steve says, his nose nearly touching Eddie’s. 

Adrenaline rushes through you as you know someone is about to throw a punch. You’ve seen Steve fight before but you don’t doubt that Eddie is much scrappier than he is. And there's absolutely no reason they should be fighting over you. 

You don’t realize that they have had this conversation in depth before. The first time Eddie sold drugs to you and Steve he was going to hit on you, but Steve made it clear afterwards that you were off limits. Despite every time he ended up at the frat house, hoping he could get a chance with you, Steve’s threats rang clear, and Eddie had too much to lose to get into another pointless fight. But that all starts to dissipate the closer Steve pushes his limits. 

“Or maybe I’m my own fucking person,” you say from behind them. 

Their heads immediately swivel toward you,  both of their stares hot. 

“Maybe I wanted Eddie to take me to his room - maybe I wanted him to take care of me,” you challenge.

”Take care of you?” Steve scoffs. “I take care of you.”

You bite your lip as silence fills the space between you three. 

Eddie steps toward you, a smirk painting his pink lips as he understands what you meant by your statement. “No Steve,” he says lowly.

”You don’t really take care of them,” Eddie says, his teeth between his lips as he comes to stand in front of you, his height making your head tilt back as your breath gets caught in your throat. Steve’s jaw clenches. 

Eddie’s hand finds your jaw, holding your face as your big eyes look up at him, but his attention goes to Steve. “You could, but you don’t,” Eddie challenges.

Steve is silenced as he watches you fall under Eddie’s spell, realizing exactly what he means. 

“Isn’t that right angel? Harrington could take care of you but he doesn’t, and then he gets mad when someone like me wants to do it instead,” Eddie murmurs. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whine. Your heart rate picks up rapidly and you nod your head at Eddie, the truth never being more apparent. You hate how Steve always finds a way to get in the middle of you and someone else, but then doesn’t do anything to stop the ache in between your legs himself. 

Eddie leans down to your ear and whispers, “Tell him angel. Tell him that you want him to take care of you and he doesn’t.”

You turn your head to look at Steve, Eddie’s hand still cupping your cheek. “It’s true Stevie,” you murmur, your voice soft under the intensity. 

Steve steps toward you, his face hot as he takes in what you’re saying. Eddie guides you to sit back on his bed. Steve hurriedly sits next to you on the bed while Eddie stays standing. 

“I -“ Steve stutters, his body facing you as he scans your face. “I can’t do that, you know that,” he argues, but his voice is weak and the way his body leans toward you tells you something else.

”Then let Eddie,” you counter. 

The curly haired boy chuckles as Steve’s hand curls into a fist on his jeans. “That’s not that I meant baby you know that,” Steve argues. He never calls you “baby”. He’s only done it a handful of times when he’s drunk. You realize the term of endearment may actually show his weakness for you. 

“Why Harrington?” Eddie challenges. “Think I can’t do a good job? Because I think you and I both know that’s not true-”

“Eddie - don’t” Steve threatens

”What do you mean?” You ask, suddenly even more confused than before. 

Eddie smirks as he stands tall in front of both you and Steve. “You gonna tell her or do you want me to, big boy?” 

Your eyes go wide as you look between the two of them. Steve’s jaw clenches as Eddie smirks down at him like a physical embodiment of the devil himself. 

“You guys have…?” You ask, surprise and excitement lacing your voice. You didn’t think Eddie could smile any wider, but his ego just keeps it going. 

“Mmhhmm,” Eddie mumbles. “Many times,” he confirms.

You look at Steve in shock and hit him on the shoulder. “Why did you never tell me??” You ask as he groans. 

“It’s not really your business who I’m fucking,” he argues.

“But apparently it’s your business who IM fucking???” You yell back. 

“He’s just jealous because he knows what you’d be getting into,” Eddie laughs.

“This is so not fair,” you say angrily. Not only are you mad that Steve never told you he was bisexual, or heteroflexible or whatever he identifies as, but you’re honestly really fucking turned on by the idea of Eddie and him fucking. 

More than once.

Holy shit. 

Your face gets hot. 

“If anything, Steve, you should trust me more with them because you know from experience that it’ll be good,” Eddie shrugs, his sly smile not leaving his face.

You’re definitely soaking your panties at this point. 

“I’m not concerned if it’ll be good you dumbass,” Steve says, shoving Eddie slightly. “I don’t want you to hurt her,” he admits. Your heart swells at his level of protection and care - as annoying as it is, you’ve always appreciated how much he cares about you.  

Your pussy, on the other hand, now desperately wants to know just how good Eddie could be. 

“I can take it Steve,” you mumble petulantly, your gaze on your lap. 

“What was that angel?” Eddie taunts you, his finger coming under your chin to lift your gaze up. 

“I said I can take it,”  you sigh. “I’m not some delicate flower or a virgin or something.” Your fingers twiddle with one another, feeling more and more shy under the gaze of the two attractive men in front of you. 

“You are to me” Steve admits, his brown eyes soft as he looks at you. He’s always seen you as someone he has to protect and care for, whether Jeremiah told him to or not, he was always going to look out for you. He was always going to protect you from guys like himself - and Eddie. 

And then you have an idea. Maybe it’s insane - but this whole situation is already insane so before you can think too much about it you decide to just blurt it out. 

“What if you watch?” You say quickly, so quickly your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and fall onto the floor in front of you. 

Both boys still. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raise. 

“What?” Steve asks, stunned by your suggestion. 

“I mean,” you stutter. “If you’re so worried about me getting hurt or whatever, and you’ve obviously already been with Eddie so you’ve seen him naked and everything. What if you were here…while it happened?” 

Eddie tries to hide his chuckle and Steve shoots him a glare of death. Steve stands up from the bed and keeps his back to you, obviously struggling with your proposed plan. 

When silence falls for too long Eddie breaks in, a hand coming to Steve’s shoulder. “You know I’ll take care of her, Harrington,” he reassures him. 

Your legs rub together and both boys look at you as a small whine escapes past your lips. This is getting too unbearable, either someone needs to touch you or you need to leave and spend some very important alone time with yourself. 

“Look how bad she needs it,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you can’t hear.

Steve stares at you. He’s only seen you like this a handful of times, like when sex scenes come on in movies when you’re together, or he sees you flirting with someone else, and he’s always had to excuse himself. 

But not this time. 

“Desperate for it huh?” Steve asks, his eyes not leaving your body. 

You and Eddie both nod. “It would be really mean of you to not let me take care of that for her,” Eddie taunts, making his way to stand just mere steps in front of you. He reaches his hand out and you grab it, pulling so he steps another step forward. 

You both look at Steve with pleading eyes. 

“Please Stevie,” you beg, your voice barely above a whisper, dripping with need almost as much as your pussy drips with arousal. 

And Steve can fucking sense it. Fuck, he can practically taste it with how your needy voice sounds. 

“Okay,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes light up as you look up at Eddie, a cheshire smile on his perfect face. Eddie immediately moves to stand in front of you, his crotch in front of your face as he holds your sweet face in his big hands. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” Steve sighs, sitting on the desk chair in the corner of the room as his eyes stay transfixed to the sight in front of him. 

“Never,” Eddie chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours. You try to move your head up slightly, desperate to kiss those pink lips he’s been licking this whole time. 

“Aw,” Eddie teases. “Does somebody want a kiss?”

You whine. “Munson,” Steve warns. 

Eddie ignores him. “Say please,” Eddie instructs, his voice teasing. 

“Please,” you whisper and, before you have time to comprehend it, Eddie’s connecting his lips with yours, an immediate moan escaping your throat. Eddie’s hands guide your face to move with him, his tongue expertly swiping across your lips before gently finding your own tongue. Your hands reach up to grab Eddie’s wrists, desperate for more contact. 

You barely hear it a few feet from you as you continue making out - “Fuck,” Steve exhales. 

Eddie chuckles as his hand slips to your throat, grabbing it firmly as you continue to lose yourself in his perfect kissing. He easily pushes you down on the bed, disconnecting your lips much to your dismay. 

Eddie slowly sinks to his knees in between your legs. You feel like you must be about to hyperventilate with the way your chest is rising and falling so rapidly. It doesn’t help that just over Eddie’s shoulder you see Steve, seated with his legs wide apart, his mouth gnawing on his fist as his blown out eyes stare at you and Eddie in front of him. 

Eddie starts kissing up your bare legs slowly, bringing your attention back to the man in between your legs. He kisses higher and higher, goosebumps raising on your legs as he gets closer to your aching cunt. You instinctively start to lose your legs, but his hands immediately hold them open as he shakes his head. 

“I’ve been dying to taste your cunt,” Eddie murmurs against your thighs, making you shiver. 

You hear a grunt behind him. “Goddamit Ed,” Steve huffs, his hand palming himself through his jeans, making your head spin at the sight. 

“It’s true,” Eddie quips. His hand comes up to your little shorts, his finger pressing right on your clothed center. “Can I take these off angel?” Eddie asks.

“Please,” you whine, your own resolve gone as you long for relief. 

Eddie smirks and quickly pulls the little shorts down, smiling at your glistening pussy in front of him. “So pretty,” he mutters before landing a kiss directly onto your clit, immediately making you gasp. 

Eddie hums, slowly licking a stripe up your pussy, making your eyes roll back and your head fall onto the bed with a thump. Eddie doesn’t rush, and it’s bliss - the way his tongue circles your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He circles, then licks, then sucks. Circles, licks, sucks, over and over as you mewl above him, your back arching as obscene sounds flow past your lips. 

“Does it feel good baby?” Steve asks, his voice laced both with lust and genuine curiosity. He’s worried about his girl. 

You gasp as Eddie hits that one spot again and again. “S-so fucking good oh my god,” you moan, your hips bucking to meet Eddie’s pace as you feel an orgasm start to build low in your tummy. 

Small groans come from across the room to accompany your moans and Eddie’s wet slurping. It’s a mess, a heavenly mess. “You’re getting close huh baby? I can tell - fuck you look so fucking sexy,” Steve groans. 

You can’t see him at this point but just the sound of his voice gets you closer . That mixed with Eddie’s unholy ability to find and hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, you feel like your senses are tingling all over.

“Eddie please don’t stop please,” you beg. He, of course, had no intention to, but your hands in his hair just confirm the exact spot he needs to continue adding pressure to get you to over the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop Ed, make her cum,” Steve demands and Eddie groans into your cunt. The vibration mixed with the dominance in Steve’s voice sends you over the edge. The ball in your stomach comes undone, exploding with the best electricity all up your spine, your back arching off the bed. 

You spew a mix of profanities and praise as you ride out your high, your body floating as Eddie slowly comes away from your cunt. 

You didn’t even realize your eyes had been closed until you open them because you feel a hand petting your head. “Did so so good baby - fuck,” Steve says from beside you. You look up at him, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts in your head other than how gorgeous he looks beside you. 

“Thank you,” you mutter - though to who you’re not sure.

Steve smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Thank Eddie baby, not me,” Steve says, nodding toward the boy wiping his mouth with his own shirt, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Thank you Eddie,” you repeat. 

Eddie crawls above you on the bed, forcing you and Steve to inch backwards to accommodate for his body. “Anytime, beautiful,” the tattooed boy smiles. 

You stare up at him in disbelief - how is he so good with his mouth? 

“Wanna taste pretty boy?” Eddie asks, his head turning to Steve’s next to you. 

Your eyes widen in shock, but before you can process it, Eddie’s mouth is on Steve’s, the two of them groaning as they taste both you and each other. Watching the boys kiss is both erotic and primal. Their biceps flexing, hard jaws moving quickly as if they can’t get enough of one another. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. 

Eddie breaks the kiss, panting as he takes Steve’s jaw in his hand and points his face toward you. He looks beyond perfect, swollen lips and messy hair, his shirt out of place. 

But neither of you move as you hold eye contact - it’s too intense, a line you never thought you would be able to cross with him. 

“Kiss her, Steve,” Eddie whispers in the other boy’s ear. 

Steve starts to lean closer to you as Eddie sits back on his knees, giving you two space. 

You’ve never been so close to STeve in your life. You’re practically exchanging breaths, chests touching as he leans toward you. 

His hand comes to the side of your face, so gently you can barely feel it. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asks. 

Your heart melts - you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. “Kiss me Stevie,” you smile, and pull his lips in to meet yours. 

It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You taste him and Eddie, and maybe a little bit of yourself as his tongue slides into your mouth. He’s so gentle it’s surprising. There’s no rough force, no intense grabbing, just kissing and holding as if you’re glass he doesn’t want to break. 

The kiss only breaks because you gasp as you feel Eddie’s fingers dancing up your thighs again, only to press one digit slowly into your soaked entrance. He curls the tip of it skillfully, making you whine into Steve’s mouth, your grip on his hair tightening. Steve can’t help but look at the way your eyebrows knit together. 

“Can you take another sweetheart?” Eddie asks from between your legs, looking at your pussy like it’s art. 

Your breath is shaking. “She can take more, I know she can - she’s a good girl, aren’t you baby?” Steve talks you through as Eddie adds another large finger into you, stretching you out as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

You lose yourself completely, your eyes struggling to stay open as Eddie hits that spot inside of you over nand over. “H-holy fuck,” you gasp, your eyes screwing shut. 

Steve immediately grabs your face, holding the back of your head up so you don’t throw it backwards. “Uh uh, no baby, eyes on me or Eddie,” Steve demands. You do your best to relax into his hold, one of his hands holding your head while the other finds it’s way under your shirt to grab at your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” Eddie grunts as he continues his rhythm, laying gentle kisses on your clit as he continues. 

“Please can i - can,” you stutter, eyes meeting Steve’s. 

“What baby, can you what?” Steve half taunts, making you use words that are escaping you completely. 

You reach your hand toward Steve’s clothed bulge, pressing against it to elicit a small groan from him. But he immediately grabs your wrist to stop you. “Ask for what you want,” he instructs and you groan. 

Then Eddie stops his movements in your pussy. “WHat?WHat no,” you plead at the loss of sensation.

“Follow instructions and you get what you want,” Eddie teases. 

You groan again and whimper, struggling to find the words you need to touch Steve while also being so close to cumming again already. Eddie begins to move away from your legs, making you squirm. 

“Ccan I please touch you Steve please,” you beg. 

Eddie immediately sinks back between your legs and pushes his fingers back inside of you as Steve smiles. 

“Of course honey, see that wasn’t so hard,” Steve mocks you. He takes off his shirt and discards of it somewhere in a corner of the room, then his jeans are quick to follow, leaving him bare to you. 

Your mouth gapes at the sight of him. “Now you know why they call him King Steve,” Eddie laughs at your expression. 

And it’s true. He’s huge. 

And thick.

Steve rolls his eyes, but guides your hand to wrap around his cock, your fingers not full enclosing around the girth. The simplest touch makes Steve throw his head back as he stays on his knees by your head, your smaller hand taking over stroking him. 

Eddie continues his work on your cunt, and every time he kisses your clit while pumping in and out of you, you get closer to the edge again. 

That mixed with the sight of Steve’s dick mere inches from your face has you absolutely wrecked. 

You open your mouth, panting like a dog wanting to taste Steve. He chuckles above you and slowly guides his pink tip past your lips, immediately groaning as you lick and suck on it while our hand holds the rest of him. 

Eddie adds in to the moans between your legs as he strokes his own dick at the sight in front of him. Quite literally the two hottest people he’s ever seen at each other’s disposal. It’s incredible and he wants it every fucking day. 

You continue like this as best as you can, but it doesnt last long because Eddie is just too fucking good at what he’s doing. You pull off of Steve to whine. 

“Eddie I’m - I’m close again oh fuck,” you groan. 

Eddie just hums in response, but Steve’s hand comes to your throat. “Did I say to stop?” Steve asks, his eyes dark as he guides his cock back into your mouth. 

You whine around the girth, your orgasm building as Steve starts to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, spit pooling down the side of your face. “You wanted my cock so you get it, you understand?” Steve asks. 

You mumble a gargled “mmhmhm” as you get closer to the edge. 

“You’re gonna cum with my cock in your throat like my good little whore,” Steve instructs, and that does it. 

Immediately your second orgasm floods you, a wave of pleasure overriding your system as you keep your mouth open for Steve to fuck. He’s gentle, aware of your state, and has to refrain from cumming himself at the sight of your eyes in the back of your head with his cock in your mouth. 

“Come here,” you hear Eddie say, and in your blissed out state you see Steve move so Eddie has his cock in his mouth. It’s so beautiful. 

Steve is not nearly as gentle with Eddie as he was with you, he has the other boy’s hair in his fist, tugging as he guides his head roughly up and down the length of his cock. 

“Good fucking boy,” Steve grunts and it makes your pussy continue throbbing.  Eddie gags and Steve pulls him up by his hair, bringing their mouths to meet once again.

You quickly remove your shirt as you watch Eddie stroke Steve’s dick, their tongues battling in a mirage of moans and grunts. 

“Eddie you have too many clothes on,” you complain. 

It makes them both chuckle. 

“You heard the little one, take your clothes off,” Steve laughs, already undoing Eddie’s belt for him. It only takes a few seconds before Eddie’s dick springs free - also big and thick and looking like it’s absolutely aching. 

You crawl toward the two boys, eyes wide as you eye both of their throbbing lengths, leaking with pre-cum. You gently touch their shoulders, bringing their attention to you as Steve buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting. 

Eddie smashes his lips with your own and you revel in the contrast between his roughness and Steve’s softness with you. 

“I want-wanna taste you Eddie,” you breathe between kisses. 

Eddie smiles and gives you another quick peck on the lips before moving so he’s off the bed, standing so his cock hits his stomach. You turn to Steve, looking for approval you didn’t realize you needed. 

“Get on all fours baby,” Steve instructs.

You nod, getting on your elbows facing Eddie, his cock in front of your face, as Steve positions himself behind you. 

Something in the air shifts as Steve moves behind you. You can feel his eyes staring at your pussy as it’s presented to him, your back arched, our ass in the air just begging for him to spank it. 

“Go ‘head and taste Eddie,” Steve says, making you face the boy in front of  you again. 

Eddie looks down at you, his hand coming under your chin. “Open your mouth,” Eddie says, and you do so, sticking your tongue out so it’s barely touching the tip of his cock. Then, he leans over and spits, his saliva landing on your tongue and his cock. You smile with your tongue out, happy to be free to be absolutely fucking filthy. 

You slowly take Eddie’s cock, now coated in both of your spit, into your mouth, and moan at the taste. 

“Fuuuck yes,” Eddie groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly. 

Steve’s been watching, stroking himself as he eyes your drippy pussy, just begging to be stretched. You feel him poking at your entrance and your heart pounds, waiting in anticipation. 

“Wait,” Steve says, stopping both you and Eddie. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks the other boy, concern laced in his features. Steve’s hands find your hips as he slightly leans over your back, his cock pressing against you from the back. “I’m okay,” he responds.

“I just,” he starts, hesitating. 

Your mind floods with worry. Is he regretting this? 

“I want to see your face when I fill you up baby,” Steve admits. 

If you weren’t blushing before, you are now. You smile and nod, leaning up to give Steve a quick kiss to the lips. 

“Loverboy Steve,” Eddie teases. 

“You’ll get a good view too Munson,” Steve responds, giving your ass a playful slap. 

You giggle at the idiots you’re in between. “On your back baby,” Steve instructs, flipping you so your head was almost hanging off the bed near Eddie now, your hips aligned with Steves. 

“God your tits are perfect,” Eddie says his hands immediately grabbing at them and pinching your nipples. 

You giggle again, giddy with all of the attention you’re getting, but your breathing immediately shortens as you feel Steve prod at your entrance. Eddie moves so he’s to the side of your head, one of his hands on your tits while the other guides your hand to stroke him. 

“You ready baby?” Steve asks, his brown eyes set on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

Your heart races. All those times you’ve envied the girls Steve has been with, all those times you’ve tried to make him jealous, get his attention - and now you have it all. 

“I’m ready Stevie,” you smile. A smile lights up his face as well as he begins to push himself inside of you, making your face immediately twist as you adjust to his size. 

You whine as your breathing picks up, his hands tight on your hips, his own eyebrows knitting together in concern. “I know baby I know,” he grunts, obviously holding himself back from pounding into you right away.

“So big,” you whine. 

“You can take it angel,” Eddie coos from next to you, his brown eyes transfixed on you both. 

You gasp as he inches in further. “Breathe baby,” Steve encourages. “Feel so fuckin’ good -fuck,” he grunts, filling you to the hilt. You both groan at the feeling, him being fully inside of you, so deep and thick and perfect. 

He leans down to kiss your forehead and cheek before coming back up and starting to move his hips against yours. Your moans start to fill the room loudly as he handles your body expertly. Eddie palms your tits, adding to the sensation. 

“This cunt was made for me I swear,” Steve curses, his pace quickening as you whine. “C’mere,” he grunts, pulling Eddie’s face to his own, smashing their lips together as you become a moaning mess beneath them. 

“Baby can you take Eddie in your mouth? Can you do that for me sweet thing?” Steve asks, his thrusts puncturing his words. 

“Yes, yes yes want Eddie,” you whine. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, immediately moving so he can hold your head as you bounce on Steve’s cock and therefore Eddie’s cock down your throat. 

You love it. You absolutely love feeling filled on both ends - the groans of the two men above you mixed with your own garbled moans and groans. 

You feel Steve start to pick up his pace, landing a slap to your thigh that makes you squeak but keep Eddie in your mouth. “Perfect perfect perfect,” Steve mutters, almost incoherently as he gets closer to his edge.

“You look fucking perfect taking cock, you know that angel? All fuck- all filled up by us,” Eddie adds. 

They’re both just talking nonsense, words flowing in and out of your ears as you’re all overtaken with bliss.

“Our girl huh?” Eddie grunts. 

“No one else ever gets to touch you like this” Steve adds, his thrusts getting sloppy. 

“Oh God,” Steve grunts, his eyes screwing shut. 

“You close big boy?” Eddie asks, sweat beading down his own forehead. “Fuck - fuck you’re gonna make me cum looking like that,” Eddie admits. 

You whine, wanting to taste it, and it sends Eddie over the edge. He attempts to pull out of your mouth, but you keep it open, getting hot spurts of cum in your mouth and on your throat and tits, a perfect fucking picture that leaves Eddie gasping, and Steve absolutely reeling from the sight. 

You can barely comprehend Steve’s words as you take in the mess Eddie made of you. “Where do you want it baby?” Steve asks. 

“Fill me up Steve,” you reply without thinking. 

You don’t even hesitate, of course you want his cum in you, claiming you. “Wanna feel you cum in me please,” you whine. 

Steve groans, his thrusts choppy as he falls over you, his face burying in your shoulder as he bites down, definitely leaving a mark that you dont mind. “Gonna fill you up baby, make you mine,” he grunts into your ear.

And then you feel him spill inside you, his groans like music to your ears as his hips falter. He breathes heavy, his  weight collapsing on you fully, not even caring about Eddie’s mess as he comes down from his high. 

You both lay like that for a minute, catching  your breath as you take in what the fuck just happened. 

Your hand finds Steve’s hair, rubbing gently as he separates himself from you and kisses your lips softly. 

“Here babe,” Eddie says from the dresser, throwing a shirt Steve’s way to wipe you both up. Steve chuckles as he wipes Eddie’s spend off of you both, mixed with sweat as well. “Christ,” Steve sighs. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you, all concern flooding his eyes as he looks down at the girl he loves. 

Loves.

He loves you. He always has. But this just made it even more obvious. 

“I’m fucking great,” you laugh in your loopy haze. 

Both boys laugh with you as Steve pulls out, making you wince from the loss. “I know I know,” he says, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Eds get over here,” he says over you. 

Your eyes can barely stay open, but you feel the weight of the other boy come lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face into your back. You twist to kiss Eddie’s head before turning back to Steve and kissing him quickly on his swollen lips. 

A serene silence falls between the three of you, only interrupted by the continued buzzing of the long forgotten party downstairs. 

“Can we stay here tonight Ed?” Steve asks over you. 

Eddie smiles. “You two pretty people can stay in my bed forever,” he replies.

You giggle. “I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you smile. 

“We do need to shower eventually,” Steve quips, always the realist. 

“After round two,” Eddie mumbles into your back. 

“Or three, or four,” Steve adds.

You blush and hide your face into Steve’s chest. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you don’t think you mind at all.

It's been a long fucking day, minutes extended to hours, hours to days themselves, and the day a week itself, so this is exactly what Steve needed. All day, every minute, every hour, he needed this. He was thinking about this—

Bucky.

Balls deep in Bucky.

Well... not exactly yet. 😏

Sighing, Steve moves fluidly with the push of his heavy, humid exhale, stretching out across Bucky and reveling richly in the erotic, sweet way Bucky goes lax under his weight, letting Steve move his arms and legs wherever he pleases. Bucky is absolutely boneless, like butter soaking into freshly heated toast, and Steve hasn't even done anything yet; damn, if that thought doesn't make his lips curl into an fucking devious twist, though.

He hasn't done anything.

He's about to do so much.

He could live on this edge forever. He would. Maybe... if his arousal wasn't gnawing so hard at his nerves, sparking and aching, zealously urging him more more more.

Even more than curling ropes around easily bruiseable wrists and using even more length to ensnare Bucky's delicate ankles. Steve ensures that the silky, flowing rope is drawn tight enough to demand a full, obscene s p r e a d of his partner's gorgeous, lean body across their king-sized bed. He overwhelms the mattress with his hands by the corners of the headboard and toes-curled feet by either side of the footboard. He's stomach down, so Steve can't see but he just knows the planes of his abdomen have to be contracting and rippling, clenching in anticipation. As hard as Steve is, waiting to defile him, Bucky is aching and eager to be defiled.

He knows how Bucky gets.

Steve knows how he, himself, gets.

He can feel it now. Himself. The swirling chaos of everything he's felt throughout the day—annoyance, frustration, anger—dissapating. Clarity is creeping in as the heat burns away all that fog.

Bucky is like the sun: hotter than can be conceptualized.

Control is might be just as fucking hot.

So, having control given over oh-so fervently by Bucky is more than he can bear.

“Gnnnhh,” a guttural, chest-punching kind of sound bursts through Steve's clenched teeth. It's involuntary, scraping out of him, from deep in his heaving lungs. A detonation of boiling-over arousal given audio.

'Cause it feels so good—so goddamn good—to guide not just Bucky onto his belly underneath him, pinned bodily, not just to guide ropes around those beloved limbs, holding him that much tighter, controlling him harder, but to also guide the tip of his throbbing cock into his pretty, wet hole. His thick, blunt tip, wet with lube but also weeping pre-cum that pearls at the tight, hot, tingling slit.

In.

Yeahhh.

Bucky's stretched some, yes, but possibly not enough—

Bucky did that himself, earlier, responding to the tone of Steve's voice growling through the phone, updating Bucky as he was on his shitty fucking way home, goddammit. Bucky likes bite. Bucky likes it to hurt. Just a little. Just enough, always simpering with his soft, pouting eyes and big, wet eyes—make it hurt.

Bucky knows, too, how much it turns Steve on to really have to work to shove his horse-cock into his spasming, aching hole.

Bucky treats him so well.

Steve doesn't deserve him. Ever, really (not with everything he's done), but especially when he's hot-headed and out of his mind, just needing something to go right, something—someone to listen and obey, jumping exactly as high as he demands.

“Guh-good boy,” Steve struggles to speak, sliding in deeper, knowing the praise and sensation with have Bucky jumping—his cock jerking. Meanwhile, as his dick cries, smothered against their rucked-up, torn-up sheets, Steve's cock is rocking, rocking, rocking. Sliding in a little, pulling back a little, sliding deeper, back, deeper.

Bucky mewls. Like a goddamn cat in heat.

Yeah. Yeah.

The grin carved into Steve's stupid, stained-red face must be obscene.

That's the fucking spot.

His cocky satisfaction doesn't last, though; instead, it melts out of his ears like the last of his smarts. Bucky is so fucking hot inside. Wet with too much lube and not enough time spent getting his muscles lax—probably just one, maybe two fingers deep, curling in that wet hole—when he'd rather have Steve punch it in and work him into pliable, body-hot clay himself. Mold him. Make him take it.

Work it.

Fuck it.

Rolling his forehead against his shoulder, Steve can feel the seductive pull of his eyes back, rolling uncontrollably in their sockets. Christ. Hot. He's so hot. So hot inside. So tight. So wet. Too much. Hot.wet.tight. Hot. Wettighttighthot.

It's blinding.

Bucky.

Teeth-gritting. Groaning. Panting.

Bucky's hole quivering around him is more exquisite than any Heaven could be and hotter than any level of devious Hell could be. He is sin incarnate. The way he feels, the way he sounds, too, shit—

Haaaah! he whines, strung-out, as Steve slides in deeper, hilt of his rock hard cock to the plush curve of his thick ass.

Guh! he dumbly cries as Steve shifts inside him, not even rocking or thrusting. Shifting. Getting used to the vice grip of him, letting his cock warm up in his tight hole, so big he's perpetually pressed against his walls and his prostate, especially, stimulating him to near-tears.

Ah! Ah! AH! he wails like a needy pussycat, that sweet spot petted and patted rough enough until he's clawing the sheets to bits, as Steve grinds in and out of him, bodily pressed so tight against him except his hips, tipping them back, sliiiding out, slamming in, out, in, outinoutin—wanting to crawl fucking inside him, have him, possess him, but still needing to follow his drive to pillage, fuck, and claim. He has to move. He doesn't want to. He wants to stay inside him forever. Buried. He wants to fuck him to pieces. He wants.

He takes.

Steve can't fucking reason with what's coming out of himself, despite lapping up every delicious noise that comes from Bucky's mouth. He must be fucking growling. Groaning. Moaning. Bucky has him out of his mind.

White-hot.

Burning.

Melting.

Kissing, laving, mouthing, and moaning into the curve of Bucky's neck, chasing every drop of sweat and reverberation of his mewls in his strained neck. He is edible. His.

Steve is so out of it he's shaking, tip to tail, pushing his body to its limits. He is a well-oiled machine built to pleasure but maybe not built to take pleasure. It's too good. He can't take it.

Hottightwettighttighthotwet.

Even just the feeling of Bucky fighting to tip his hips back farther, desperate, wanting more cock, is enough to nearly set him off. Christ. Bucky's gonna make him lose it before they've really even gotten going. He's been fucking him for what, a handful of minutes? He can't bust yet, that'd be fucking humiliating, no matter if he can just get it up again immediately after. It's the principle of it.

Jesus.

Fighting it, tooth and nail, jaw creaking as he clenches it, Steve won't. He can't. He can't cum yet. Fuuck. He can't. Not with Bucky's well-muscled body under him. Those hips. That ass. Not to even fucking mention his hole.

So pretty—stretched out and pink when Steve barely gets ahold of himself to pry a handful of his asscheek wide, revealing that hole to himself.

So lewd.

About to get more fucking obscene, just wait. He's gonna cum buckets inside him. It'll drip out. It will.

But, Christ, not just his fuck-hole, even simply the shimmer of sweat coating his skin, pooling in the dimples at the small of his back is nearly too much for Steve. He's weak for Bucky. Every inch of him is erotic, whispering in tongues to Steve—lick me, taste me, eat me.

Steve's gonna fucking answer him.

His flesh.

Tied down, pleasured, and still wanting more.

Steve will give him more. He'll put his goddamn back into it, even if he can't take it himself. He will. Just like this.

He's going to devour him.

Fuck him.

Fill him.

Dominate him.

And absolutely lose his mind while doing it, cock throbbing, balls tight, whole body taut and ready to snap and spill.

This is targeted.

It starts small.

A brush of shoulders that lingers too long. A smirk when Steve tells him to knock it off. A low, teasing, “What? Nervous, punk?” murmured just close enough to feel like a challenge and not quite close enough to call it what it is.

Steve ignores it.

At first.

Because that’s what you do with Bucky Barnes when he’s acting like a brat—you don’t feed it. You don’t react. You don’t give him the satisfaction.

Except Bucky escalates.

Of course he does.

He sprawls across Steve’s bed like he owns it, boots still on, arms tucked behind his head like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Watches Steve from under half-lidded eyes when he walks past. Smiles slow and crooked like he knows something Steve doesn’t.

“Get out,” Steve tells him, not even looking up as he shrugs out of his jacket.

Bucky doesn’t move.

“Make me.”

There it is.

That edge.

Steve stills, jacket halfway off, and for a second the room feels too small. Too quiet. Like something’s about to snap.

“Don’t start,” Steve says, voice low.

Bucky huffs out a laugh, tipping his head back against the mattress. “Start what?”

Steve finally looks at him.

Big mistake.

Because Bucky’s watching him like—like he’s waiting. Like he’s poking at something on purpose, pressing and pressing until it bruises just to see what Steve will do.

“You’ve been running your mouth all week,” Steve says. “You got something you wanna say, say it.”

Bucky’s grin sharpens.

“Oh, I think you know what I wanna say.”

Steve steps closer before he can think better of it.

“Then say it.”

Bucky sits up slowly, deliberate, dragging it out. Their knees almost touch now, close enough that Steve can feel the heat coming off him.

“Or what?” Bucky murmurs.

Steve’s jaw tightens.

“Or I’ll shut you up.”

That should be the end of it.

It isn’t.

Because Bucky doesn’t back down. Doesn’t laugh it off. Doesn’t deflect like he usually does.

He leans in.

Just enough.

“Yeah?” he says softly. “You gonna make me, Stevie?”

Something in Steve snaps.

It’s not loud. Not explosive. It’s quiet and sharp and inevitable, like a wire pulled too tight finally giving way.

His hand comes out of nowhere, fisting in the front of Bucky’s shirt, dragging him forward until they’re chest to chest.

Bucky’s breath catches.

But he doesn’t pull away.

“That what you want?” Steve asks, voice rough now, stripped of patience. “You been poking at me all week just for this?”

Bucky swallows, but there’s still that spark in his eyes. That stubborn, infuriating defiance.

“Maybe,” he says.

Steve’s grip tightens.

“You don’t get to ‘maybe’ me, Buck.”

Bucky huffs out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh, but it’s thinner now. Less certain.

“Or what?” he pushes again, because he can’t help himself. Because he never could.

Steve doesn’t answer.

He just moves.

Pushes Bucky back onto the mattress, hard enough to knock the breath out of him, following him down without hesitation. The shift is immediate—control, weight, presence—and it wipes the smirk clean off Bucky’s face in a second.

Steve pins his wrists above his head.

Not gentle.

Not careful.

Bucky inhales sharply, chest rising under Steve’s, and for the first time since this whole thing started, he goes still.

“Oh,” Steve says, low and dangerous. “There you are.”

Bucky’s lips part, but nothing comes out.

That confidence, that cocky little edge—Steve can feel it falter under his hands, can see the way Bucky’s eyes flick between his face and his mouth like he’s not entirely sure what he just got himself into.

“You wanted my attention so bad,” Steve continues, leaning in close enough that their noses almost brush. “Congratulations.”

Bucky exhales shakily.

“Got it.”

Steve hums, not impressed.

“Yeah,” he says. “You did.”

His grip shifts, not loosening, just adjusting—reminding.

Bucky’s breath stutters again.

There’s a flush creeping up his neck now, spreading across his cheeks, and it’s the first honest thing he’s shown all week.

Steve notices.

Of course he does.

“And now you don’t know what to do with it,” Steve murmurs.

Bucky’s jaw tightens.

“I—”

“Don’t,” Steve cuts him off. “Don’t start talking now.”

Bucky glares at him, but it’s weaker this time. Less bite, more heat.

Steve leans in closer.

“Been running that mouth all week,” he says. “Thought you wanted me to shut it up.”

Bucky’s pulse jumps under his skin.

“I didn’t say—”

Steve’s hand tightens just enough to make him stop.

“You didn’t have to.”

The silence that follows is thick.

Charged.

Bucky shifts under him, testing, pushing—just a little—and Steve responds instantly, pressing him back down, not giving an inch.

It knocks the air out of him again.

“Stay,” Steve orders.

Bucky listens.

For a second, it surprises them both.

Steve exhales slowly, something dark and satisfied settling in his chest.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That’s better.”

Bucky swallows, eyes blown wide now, that bratty edge melted into something else. Something softer. Something that makes Steve’s grip tighten all over again.

“You gonna behave,” Steve asks, voice low against his ear, “or you need me to keep going?”

Bucky’s breath hitches.

He hesitates—just for a heartbeat.

Then, softer than Steve’s ever heard him—

“…don’t stop.”

Steve stills.

Then smiles.

Not nice. Not kind.

Mean.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “That’s what I thought.”

The room falls quiet after that—heavy with tension, with heat, with everything unspoken finally tipping over into something neither of them are going to walk away from.

And this time?

Bucky doesn’t push.

Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there. 

Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features. 

Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family. 

A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other. 

Won together. 

Lost together. 

In the past few days died together. 

“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory. 

The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago. 

“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor. 

“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder. 

“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it. 

“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.” 

She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?” 

Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head. 

Wanda looks down at her hands. 

“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re  preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all. 

Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?” 

“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you. 

“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off. 

“I know, I did too.” 

“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone. 

Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart. 

“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him. 

“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows. 

Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him. 

“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places. 

“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.” 

“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene. 

“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you. 

“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens. 

“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans. 

You stand there dumbfounded. 

As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.  

Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor. 

“I don’t care.” He says so easily.

You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you. 

Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body. 

Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you. 

Eight months down the drain.

The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain. 

“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.” 

Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.” 

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face. 

He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing. 

“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell. 

“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam. 

“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated 

that about the company’s past. 

The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you. 

“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away. 

You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems. 

True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together. 

When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia. 

The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed. 

Opening it reveals a burner phone. 

“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle. 

“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it. 

“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him. 

Opening the text. 

SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain. 

You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol. 

“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair. 

“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?” 

“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink. 

The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync. 

“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun. 

“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.” 

“So confident.” You raise your brows. 

“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck. 

Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face. 

“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes. 

“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you. 

“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own. 

“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.” 

You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late. 

Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel. 

“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down. 

Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.” 

“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?” 

“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him. 

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand. 

“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head. 

“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle. 

“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well. 

Both of you burst out laughing. 

“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”

“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room. 

“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?” 

You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers. 

Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered. 

You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart. 

Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes. 

The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow. 

“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself. 

“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself. 

Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him. 

A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level. 

Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights. 

Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him. 

You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him. 

The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them. 

Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried. 

After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab. 

“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn. 

“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”

“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup. 

“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own. 

“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more. 

You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him. 

“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD. 

“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him. 

“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts. 

“See we’ll be okay.” You declare. 

Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits. 

Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury. 

Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair. 

You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.

“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all. 

“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff. 

Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes. 

“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds. 

Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods. 

“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder. 

“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow. 

“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.” 

No one nods. 

Nick shakes his head leaving the room. 

“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder. 

“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further. 

“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh. 

“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan. 

Nat and Sam stare at you. 

“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched. 

Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze. 

Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust. 

Sam nods, “Well best we head back.” 

“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile. 

“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead. 

“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone. 

“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back. 

His mouth opens again to speak. 

Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?” 

“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out. 

Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.

He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.

You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting. 

“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”

“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.

“Vision.” He acknowledges.

“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head. 

Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.

“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says

Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.

“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators. 

“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator. 

“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him. 

Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away. 

“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator. 

Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you. 

“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers. 

“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again. 

People trickle in and out. 

Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you. 

You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him. 

Finally it's just the two of you. 

The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender. 

“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched. 

“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker. 

“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him. 

“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes. 

There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”

“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge. 

“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him. 

“You lied?” You repeat. 

“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,” 

Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up. 

“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,” 

The doors open to your floor, you step out. 

“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!” 

“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door. 

“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading. 

He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over. 

Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place. 

Mixed training was now mandatory. 

You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you. 

Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties. 

Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down. 

“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh. 

“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh. 

“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.” 

“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen. 

The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you. 

You grin at him. 

“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Y/N.” 

Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there. 

You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench. 

Sam takes his arm away. 

You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem. 

“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news. 

“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.” 

You glare at him, “Alright.” 

An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough. 

“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout. 

You frown in recognition. 

“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him. 

“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead. 

“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans. 

Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands. 

Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space. 

Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you. 

The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper. 

He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”

You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps. 

The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area. 

You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.” 

“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”

You give another once over and then follow him back down the path. 

Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward. 

Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him. 

Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate. 

Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck. 

Why can't you move away?

Why do you want more of him? 

Why do you miss him? 

He hurt you. 

He lied. 

He hurt you. 

You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway. 

It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way. 

You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall. 

Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!” 

You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you. 

A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing. 

Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous. 

The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps. 

“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort. 

“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across. 

Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew. 

He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you. 

“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it. 

“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him. 

Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,” 

“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place. 

Your palms cover his, you look up at him. 

You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him. 

Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view. 

“Poppet, something is wrong.” 

You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled? 

Why was he falling to his knees? 

You look behind him, people standing and watching. 

The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him. 

“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield. 

The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up. 

“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body. 

Steve keeps his eyes closed. 

Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers. 

How long was he out?

Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath. 

He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them. 

Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration. 

“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.

“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm. 

Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher. 

“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend. 

Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.” 

A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own. 

Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city. 

Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside. 

“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair. 

Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you. 

“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...” 

He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors. 

You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core. 

“Steve—,” 

“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you. 

Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns. 

The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?” 

Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out. 

“I see and why is she yours?” 

He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.” 

“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.  

“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.

You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling. 

“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked. 

“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper. 

Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place. 

“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.” 

Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.

“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch. 

“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him. 

“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured. 

“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.” 

Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed. 

“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper. 

“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again. 

“You can’t have him at risk again!” 

“I won’t let you die!” 

“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you. 

Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”

“Save it.” 

“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts. 

“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,” 

“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.” 

“You are not dying.” Steve grits out. 

“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features. 

“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him. 

“He’s in the United Kingdom.” 

“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?” 

The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!” 

Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.

You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you. 

Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive. 

He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way. 

“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain. 

A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault. 

“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad. 

The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.” 

You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento. 

You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across. 

Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows. 

“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off. 

You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him. 

“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over. 

“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him. 

His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief. 

“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well. 

“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away. 

“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin. 

He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you. 

Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there. 

“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.

“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.

Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop. 

“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek. 

His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you. 

His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.

“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,” 

His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.

The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.

“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall. 

“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you. 

When your thighs clench around him,  Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos. 

Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before. 

“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.

“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.

You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched. 

Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.

The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.

He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him. 

“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy. 

The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,

“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.

It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders. 

Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture. 

Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.

As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.

Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly. 

You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.

Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet. 

The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that  he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.

You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek. 

Your eyes meet their old home of blue.

“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.

He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.

You hated dancing at the strip club especially on the weekends. 

You enjoyed the empowerment of being on stage and having control of the men in the room but fucking hated their wolf whistles along with their audacity to reach up and touch your body. 

Your boss always took care of you and the other girls though.

God forbid anyone got even remotely handsy, he would send his bouncers to come throw the person out, forcefully tossing them into the New York streets. 

You hated dancing at the strip club on the weekends… except for Friday nights…

Every Friday, an hour before closing, he would stroll in as if he owned the place with his expensive suit and perfectly quaffed hair, take a seat at the shadowy booth in the back and wait. 

The first time he came into the club, he drew your eye instantly from your place on the stage. 

He never even glanced your way, ordering a drink from the waitress before leaning back against the leather to casually flirt with the dancer who went on after you. 

You tried to ignore him but you couldn’t. 

Something about this man pulled at you like a wave pulling someone further out to sea. 

The first time you heard him speak was when your boss was trying to network even though he insisted you girls NEVER do this. 

“Have you thought about investing in another building, Mr. Harrington? We bring in a ton of funds especially during the holidays and weekends.”

“I bet you do.”, he chuckled smoothly. “Unfortunately, I’m not looking to invest in another…building…anytime soon. Kind of got my eyes focused on people.”

“Oh, um, well if you change your mind—”

When he continued to talk, you took the opportunity, bumping into your boss roughly with your back.

“Fuck! Desmond, oh my God, I’m…I’m so sorry! Some asshole just fucking ran through our dressing rooms and—”

“What?! Excuse me, sir.”

Your worried irises follow him as he scurries in that direction and the moment he rounds the corner, you visibly relax and smirk his way. 

“You’re welcome.”

“Thank you. I hate talking shop when I’m trying to have fun.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”, you sass, his eyes gliding along your frame as if to study you. “People don’t come to a strip club for ‘fun’. Not in my experience anyway.”

“Oh yeah? What do they come for?”

“Either they come to escape or they have nowhere else to go.” You lean your elbows against his table allowing him a good view of your breasts underneath your lacey red bralette. “Tell me, Mr. Harrington, which one are you?”

The man tilts towards you with an equally cocky smile, his nose mere centimeters from yours. 

“I’ll tell you if you honor me with a dance.”

I’ll give you a dance if you tell me your name.”

“You don’t already know?”, he asks, amusement hiding under the snark. 

“No, sir. Most men prefer to be anonymous and I’m good at keeping secrets. I’m also a good listener especially when your boss annoys his patron by saying his last name really loudly.”

You genuinely giggle and that makes him genuinely smile wider before extending his palm out towards you. 

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N.”, you reply, shaking his strong, soft hands. 

That night you gave him your all when you danced for him, feeling small under his intense stare in the best possible way. 

He fascinated you, even more so when he didn’t try to touch you or himself while your body swayed in front him. A couple weeks passed before he even allowed you to sit on his lap and even then his hands remained around his drink while he asked you questions and vise versa. 

You learned later he was building you up and the first time he actually did touch you intimately had you feeling like you were going to come undone right there. 

Steve’s glass clinked as he placed it down beside him, his breath warming your ear as he continued to softly whisper.

“Do you want Daddy to touch you? Say it, honey. You know I need to hear your voice.”

“Please, Daddy, I need you to touch me.”, you whined, your naked body trying desperately to not grind against his suit covered frame. “I wanna feel you.”

The scruff on his chin lightly scratched your shoulder as he leaned against you, the fingers on his right-hand tracing along your stomach to your breast. Your breathing hiccupped at the cold that clung to the tips but when he gently ran them along your nipple, the sound that left your lips was obscene. 

“How does that feel, Y/N?”

“So good. Fuck…please, more.”

“More? What more do you want, baby?”

“I—mmm—I want to feel your fingers in my pussy. I want your tongue on my clit. I-I-I want your cock to stretch me open, Daddy, please.”

You didn’t know but you were the first person to crack his hard, cocky exterior. He genuinely thought about giving you what you craved because he desperately wanted it to but he knew he had to wait.

“Soon, sweetheart. Until then, why don’t you touch yourself for me? Show Daddy how you get yourself off when you’re thinking about me.”

While he always left your body wanting, financially that was never the case. 

Steve paid you after every encounter and every night when you got home, you stashed it away, saving it for a purpose you never conveyed. 

A few weeks later, your heart broke when he didn’t show up like he normally did that Friday evening or the Friday after. Just as you began to harden your soul and prepare for his absence, he appeared in the parking lot, leaning against the wall outside. 

“I thought you were done with us here.”, you sass, watching as his palm covers the end of the cigarette between his teeth to block the wind. 

“Were you looking for me, baby?”, he replied with that signature smile that had butterflies flying around in your tummy. 

“No. I just got used to seeing you, is all.” Steve casually blows smoke to the side and takes a step towards you. “You pay me well.”

“I see.” Again, he moves closer, the smell of his cologne wafting around you. “How would you like for me to pay you a bit more?”

“How?”

A throaty chuckle leaves him as he finally makes it to your space, his palm with the cigarette rising so his thumb could caress your bottom lip. 

“By giving you what you’ve been craving.”

“Which is?”, you ask, trying to hide the need behind your tone. 

Steve leans towards you, his mouth just inches from your ear.

“My cock stretching out your tight pussy.”

The following evening, he sent a car to pick you up and bring you to an expensive looking hotel room where you nervously knocked before his booming voiced allowed you entry. 

You half expected him to be waiting on the bed but when you sauntered in, he was at the desk with glasses on, writing something down within a file. When he wheeled back and finally acknowledged your presence, he smiled as you shrunk into yourself a bit.

“Whoa, what happened there?”, he inquired. 

“Nothing, you just look so handsome and I just got off work.”

“And?”

You absently gestured to your wild hair that was falling from its tie, the overexaggerated make-up Desmond had you wear, and short skirt paired with thigh high boots that made you visually seem trashy to other people. 

Blinking, his smirk grew before he calmly placed his glasses on the desk and rose to his feet. Every time he stood in front of you, his broad physique consumed you in a good way. When you sat on his lap, you felt the power that emanated from him and desperately wanted to please him. 

Taking ahold of your forearm he led you to the bathroom and proceeded to carefully remove your make-up along with your tight-fitting clothes. With every garment he discarded, a soft kiss followed. 

“Steve…”, you mewled, your fingers reaching out to tangle in his hair. 

His large palm abruptly grabbed your wrist. 

“What did I say to call me when we’re together?” You try to pull out of his grasp but he insists, holding you tighter. “What did I say?”

“Daddy.” An angry exhale escapes through his nose and your bottom lip pouts out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disobey.”

Amber irises flick your way, taking in how innocent you appeared to be in that moment with your hand clinging to your arm as you shuffle your feet. 

His cock twitched in his pants. 

“Hey.”, he coos, lifting your chin with his index. “I forgive you. Daddy’s just real particular about that kind of thing. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s ok. I understand…I just forgot.”

Steve’s lips press to yours and your whole body comes to life.

That night he made you feel like the only girl in the world, focusing all his attention on you.

“D-Daddy, I…I can’t…when am I going to feel YOU?”, you pant, pushing up on your elbows to see his cocky grin as he lifts his face from between your legs. 

“Are you not feeling me, honey?”, he teases, making you shudder and whine when he runs his wide tongue between your pussy lips. “I have to get you ready to take my dick, baby. You’ve grinded this sexy ass against me. You know how big I am.”

“I think I can handle you.”, you jest eliciting his eyebrows to rise to silently challenge you. “I know I can.”

After climbing up the length of your body, his eyes remained on your face as your gaze shifted between your bodies to watch him pull down his underwear allowing his cock to spring free. 

“O-Oh.”

Steve slowly rolled his hips allowing his tip to drag through your slick and a heavy moan left you as you collapsed fully onto the mattress. His head tilts, watching you come apart just from this while he continues to allow his length to rub against you. 

“Fuck…fuck…ok, I’m ready, Daddy. Please…”

The man above you allows you to whine a bit more, silently reminding you that you weren’t control, he was. 

Without warning, he guides his cock into your entrance and just his bulbous head alone stretches your pussy to degree you had never experienced. 

“Oh my God.”

Steve hadn’t said a word, allowing his body to speak while casually thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you while his gorgeous eyes continued to watch you take him. Your back arched and he paused, your fingernails digging deliciously into his own back. 

“Is it…is that all of you?”

“No, baby, that’s just half.”, he murmured, his head falling beside your own. “I thought you could handle me.”

“I can. I can, Daddy…”

“I don’t know, honey. You sound like you’re struggling.”

“No, no, I’m not. I just…I feel so full…” The man groaned at your words, rolling his waist to allow him more access. Your legs wrapped around him and in turn one of his hands slid between you and the mattress to hold you closer. “I can take it. Give me all of you, baby, please.”

When his hips fully connected with yours, you saw stars, the moon, hell the whole Goddamn universe. 

“No one’s ever taken all of me before.”, he whispers causing you both to pause. It’s another crack in his demeaner, a wall he’s built for a reason. 

It’s ok. You have your walls to. 

Your lips tenderly kiss his cheek as your fingers fully thread through his hair. 

“Fuck me, Daddy. Use me and make me cum.”

That night and the many nights after he did what you asked; used you like a whore till you were both spent. It became a routine where he would come in on Friday’s and watch you dance, absorbing the way your body moved and the way men ogled what would be his that night. 

A driver would take you both to the same hotel where he would fuck you till you could barely breathe, take care of you, and then the morning after he’d be gone with a stack of cash and a little note reminding you how beautiful you were. 

After a year of this, however, things began to change. 

It started small; no note on the nightstand in the morning or sending the car for you to drop you off at the hotel to find yourself alone and him not showing up till after you fell asleep. 

Then it grew to him snapping at you more and more, the last night you were with him being the worst offender. 

“Daddy? Are…are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, he replied sharply, lighting his cigarette and turning his back on you to stand outside on the balcony. 

“You…you’ve just been…really short lately and sometimes—”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, this isn’t what this is.”

Your jaw tightens as you fold your arms and glare his way. 

“This isn’t what, WHAT is, Steve?”

His head angrily snaps in your direction, flicking ash over the rail. 

“What did I say to call me when—”

“I think when you stop showing up on time, start behaving differently, and become rude, I’m allowed to call you anything but!”

A sarcastic smirk paints his features as he takes a step towards you.

“At least I know you DO recognize your place. This is a transaction, little girl. I fuck you, I pay you. I don’t need you to ask me what’s wrong or how I am. You’re not my wife or my fucking girlfriend. You’re the whore I fuck to relieve my stress after a long fucking week.”

You blink back the pain at the bite in his words, suddenly aware that you’re in HIS hotel room, in HIS shirt, allowing HIM to talk down to you this way. 

He watches you abruptly open the glass door and stomp back inside, tearing off his shirt to put on your own before following after you.

You don’t even look his way as he reaches into his wallet to produce a bunch of $100 dollar bills. 

“Here. For tonight.”

Furiously, you take the money from his hand and toss it in his face, neither of you moving as it rains around you both. Grabbing your bag, you start to walk towards the door before pausing and turning back around to stride his way. 

Your palm flies, smacking his cheek hard enough that he visibly flinches. 

“I may be a stripper but let’s be clear, Steve Harrington, YOU’RE the whore. You parade around in your expensive suits, your fancy car and hotel rooms showing off your money the way we show our tits on that stage. The only difference is stripper’s dances end but your need to be seen never leaves, does it, baby?”

At your sarcasm, his eyes visibly darken. 

“You spread your money like a whore spreads her legs but the truth of the matter is I didn’t need any of it! Just like I don’t need you, you fucking asshole!”

That week you called in sick, telling your boss you had the flu. When you finally showed up for work on Friday, you waited, watching the corner booth to see if he’d appear. 

When he didn’t, you quit. 

You didn’t even notify Desmond or anything, you just stopped showing up. 

Utilizing your money, you contacted a relator and bought a photo studio downtown. 

“This is actually under your budget so you can save a few bucks to buy all that other stuff photographers need.”, the man smiled as you continued to browse the area. 

“Oh yeah? Like what, Liam? And you can’t say a camera!”, you joke, smirking when he laughs. 

“Uh, lights and that flash thing they attach to the top of the camera.”

“You mean…the flash?”

“Listen ma’am, I’m a relator not a beautiful photographer like you. I don’t know the technical terms!”

You giggle at his quip as he takes a few steps closer to you. 

“I may be overstepping my bounds but would you like to have dinner with me?” 

“I’d like that. I, um, I just kinda…got out of a chaotic…well, life, if I’m being honest but…”, you pause as the heat rises in your cheeks. “…I’d like that if you’re willing to take your time.”

“Sweetheart, I got all the time in the world.”

****

Three months. 

Three months since you left your old life behind and fully embraced the dream you always wanted; a studio with a steady clientele where you could take photos that people will see and appreciate. 

Three months in a relatively calm and steady relationship with a man who lavished you not only in gifts but time and kindness. 

Three months of not even thinking about Steve Harrington. 

“Boo!”, your boyfriend shouts, running up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“Liam! I’m trying to focus.”, you lightly scold, your limbs resting on top of his. “Do you think your family will like this?”

“Baby”, he whispers taking in the cake you had prepared. “My sister is a sugar junky. Trust me, she’d love anything you bring if it will give her that rush.”

“I just want them to like me.”, you reply, leaning further into him and smiling when he holds you tighter. 

“They will, Y/N.”, he coos, kissing your cheek. “Look, I know you’ve been through a lot but I promise, honey. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You’re safe with me and my family.”

You beam wide, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before he lets you go to allow you to finish getting ready. 

An hour later, Liam was opening the car door for you in front of modest two-story house just outside of the city. Threading his fingers through yours, you allow him to lead you inside as he effortlessly opens the door without a key and shakes off the snow from his boots that had steadily began to fall. 

“Alright, baby, just put your shoes there and let me take your coat.”

The man grins as your palms smooth out your long-sleeve black dress and readjust the white belt around your waist before checking to make sure your hair was still in place the way you left it.

“You look beautiful. Come on.”, your boyfriend urges, lightly yanking on your end. “Charlotte!? I’m here and I brought someone!”

A young lady a bit older than you, rounded the corner out of the kitchen and threw her arms in the air. 

“Liam! You’re here! Oh and you brought sustenance!”

The man laughs awkwardly, patting her back and glancing your way. 

“Um, yeah, Y/N here made this FOR THE FAMILY. You sound like you’ve had enough.”

The woman sarcastically rolls her eyes, opening her arms to pull you into her embrace. 

“It’s so nice to meet you finally. Liam does not shut up about you. I’m Charlotte, the older and only sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”, you greet, pulling back to push yourself into Liam’s side. 

“She’s a bit nervous.”

“No reason to be, sweetie. It took my fiancée a year to even meet mom and dad so you’re already way ahead in likeable points.”

“Um, thank you?”, you ask with a little laugh. “I-Is he here? Your fiancée? I’d love to meet him.”

Both siblings exchange a look with a knowing smirk, appreciating that you’re at least trying to be social able.

“He should be here before dinner or at least that’s what he said. Man is always away on business but hey…I love the bastard. Come on, let me introduce you to our parents.”

Your boyfriend’s hazel eyes follow you around the house as he allows his sister to do what she does best, talk and mingle. After some time and a good laugh or two, you opened up much more and came to really enjoy the people around you. 

“Can I help you set the table?”

“Well, look at you, just so sweet. Would you mind draining the noodles and then putting them in that container? Oh! Liam, I think I heard the door open! Can you go check if it’s—”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile as he waves his sister off and bring the hot pot to the sink. It’s a bit bigger than what you’re accustomed to, having only made meals for one or two people but you do your best as you listen to everyone getting up to great the new person who entered the house. 

“Stevie, baby, I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You said this was important to you so I’m here. Plus, I wanted to meet Liam’s new—”

 The sound of crashing startled everyone but not as much as the fact that Steve Harrington was currently in the same house as you. 

“Charlotte! This thing is twice as big as she is! I got it, honey.”, Liam defended, lifting the handles of the pot that had fallen in the sink. 

You couldn’t move; you could barely breathe. 

You ran from a life for a reason and part of that life somehow found its way back to you. 

If Steve was rattled, he didn’t show it; his eyes fleeting from your face down your body. 

“Are you ok?”, your boyfriend asked, his palms cupping your face. 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, I just…I’m not as strong as I thought I was.”, you giggle, wiping your palms on the rag nearby. “This must be…the fiancée you mentioned.”

“Yup.”, Charlotte beams. “This is Steve Harrington. Steve, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”, the man smirks, extending his hand to shake yours. You allow it for a split second before pulling back and circling your arm around your boyfriend. “It’s so odd, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Your eyes blink as you try not to scowl his way.

“Y/N’s a brilliant photographer. Maybe she’s taken a picture of one of your buildings or friends.”

“Hm, I don’t think so. A gorgeous woman like this wouldn’t be caught dead spending times with whores like us.”

“Oh my God.”, his fiancée sighs, lightly hitting his chest while his eyes remain glued on you. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. He’s got a mouth on him and zero tact for social situations…”

“It’s alright. I can be pretty mouthy to.”

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Dinner could not end fast enough and you could tell Steve was enjoying your discomfort. 

You loved your boyfriend and usually loved the way he bragged about you but anytime he answered someone’s question about you, your stomach turned. 

“So, Y/N, Liam said you two met when he showed you a studio for sale?”, his mother asked casually. 

“Yes ma’am. He was incredibly sweet and made me laugh.”, you grin. “He also didn’t try to take advantage which I appreciate.”

“Studios in New York can be fairly expensive. Must have cost every penny.”, Steve remarked, smiling sarcastically towards you. “How much was it if you don’t mind me asking. Buildings are kind of my thing.”

“Like you said…”, you mumble. “…It cost me every penny.”

“Naw, she was definitely able to get some of her essentials because of me.”, Liam grins, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair. 

“And you make a lot of money taking pictures?”

“Jesus, you really are focused on my finances. There are more important things than money.”

“Yeah? Like what?”, he counters. 

“Manners for one. Empathy and respect.” You realize the tension in the room heightened and you lean into your boyfriend’s side. “Everything Liam has.”

The man smiles and tilts down to kiss your lips, hugging you tighter to him. 

“Aw, you two are cute.”, Charlotte coos. “Y/N, now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll have to help me plan our wedding.”

“Oh, um—”

“Char, remember what we talked about?”, the boy beside you murmurs her way, coming to your defense. 

“Calm down, Liam! Steve only proposed three months ago but I still feel like I’m behind. All my friends are like…”

As she continues to babble, your gaze shifts to the man across from you. He proposed to her after your fight…or maybe that’s why he was so short with you that night…because he asked her to marry him and he didn’t know how to let you go easy. 

A thought hit you while your brain continued to spiral. 

She said it took her fiancée a year before he met the family but—

“How long have you two been together?”, you ask abruptly. 

“Oh, Jesus.”, Charlotte muses, looping her arm through Steve’s and leaning her head on his bicep. “Two years, I think. Right, baby?”

“If anyone would know, honey, it’d be you.”, he replied flatly causing your head to tilt. 

“Well, your parents introduced us at that party they throw every year and we’ve been once since then. I swear, Y/N, sometimes my brain…”, she chuckles. 

“Two years. That’s a long time.”, you smile. “It’s always good to find someone you know you can love and trust with all your heart.”

The businessman’s head snaps up at your comment, his eyes darkening before grinning your way. 

“I like her, Liam. Don’t let this little girl go.”

“I don’t want to. I like her a lot and…I think you like me to?”, he teases making you giggle but out of the corner of your eye you swear you see Steve roll his own. 

“I do and I like you guys to.”, you address the family. “I hope I didn’t ruin anything with…dropping the pot or—”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it.”, Liam’s dad dismisses with a wave. “If we let every clumsy thing ruin a moment, we’d all hate each other.”

After you finish eating, you help clean the table while your boyfriend washes the dishes. Occasionally, he splashes water your way and you lightly laugh, pleading with him to stop unaware that you being watched by the businessman a few feet away. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you complete your needs and readjust your outfit while praying that this man from your past doesn’t ruin this new experience for you. 

You weren’t that lucky. 

The moment you opened the door, you were met with the annoyed features Steve Harrington.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.”

“What do you want?” Pushing you backward, he shuts the door behind him as you smack his hand off your body. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why are you here?”

“Really, you fucking idiot? Because everything’s about you isn’t it?”

The man raised his finger, pointing it in your face. 

“Watch your mouth when you talk to me.”

“Fuck you. I’m not your transaction anymore.”, you growl, sighing as you place your hands on your hips. “You really think I came here to pull some Fatal Attraction bullshit? You never told me anything about you. How the fuck would I know you were Liam’s brother-in-law.”

“Soon to be brother-in-law. We aren’t married yet.”, he exhales, leaning back against the sink. 

“Please don’t ruin this for me.”, you whisper, his intense amber eyes taking in your fragile frame. “I left that life behind me and am finally doing something that makes me happy WITH someone who makes me happy.”

“I didn’t make you happy?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” At his name, he stands to his full height. “Oh my God. Is that why you wouldn’t let me call you by your name? So you could keep your whore and your girlfriend apart?” You shake your head in disgust. “I guess I was right about why men come to the strip club. You were trying to escape something. Fuck you, Steven.”

“I thought you weren’t a whore.”, he says right as you reach for the knob. “That’s one of the last things you said to me. Then again, you’re still using your legs to get what you want, huh, baby?”

Turning around you smack his cheek hard. 

“Gave you a discount and didn’t take advantage my ass. I bet that little pussy was able to get your studio at just the right price.”

Again, you hit him but he doesn’t budge, taking the force of your slap. 

“Lord knows that pussy definitely helped pay for it with MY money. You’re fucking welcome.”

The hits came continuously and he absorbed each one till your arms steadily stopped swinging. His forehead hovered just above yours as you continued to pant out your anger, trying to catch your breath. 

“I went to club that Saturday after you left the hotel but you weren’t there.”, Steve murmured. “That idiot said you called in saying you were sick.”

“I didn’t feel like…having men…paw at me especially after realizing I was putting a lot of my time into a man who was a two-faced douchebag.”, you reply in an equal register, his amber irises boring into your features. 

One of his palms comes up to rest just to the side of your head allowing him to lean a bit closer and block you in. 

“Was that the problem? Was Daddy to mean?”

You don’t know why but hearing him call himself that had tears creeping into your eyes but you suffocate them as quickly as the notion appeared; not allowing him to see you that way. 

“Don’t. That’s not my life anymore.” As you swallow down the lump in your throat, you can’t help but finally meet his intense gaze. “Is that why you started changing? Because you were getting engaged?”

Steve’s head tilts at your question, trying to understand what chipped at your wall to even ask. 

“Did I change? Or was I always like this and you just ignored it?”

“Fuck. Fucking hate this…petty bullshit! Why do I even—”

His hand clamping down on your mouth stops your rant dead in its tracks. 

 “You want to keep your old life a secret then lower your voice.”, he hissed gruffly, but there was something behind it that had your chest deflating. 

He was enjoying this.

“Desmond said you were sick so I went on my business trip. That following Friday I came back with flowers and an apology but you were fucking gone. Figured you were done with me so I moved on…”

“Moved on?”, you whisper heatedly. “Which girl did you invest in after me?”

“Charlotte.”

“Well, she’s a lucky woman. Look, I won’t tell her about your infidelities if you won’t tell Liam about my past, ok?”

“Infidelity.”, he replied, fully letting you go and backing away from you slightly. “You were the only person I ever cheated on her with.”

“Bullshit.”

“Believe what you want, little girl. Your heard me talking that night. I was looking to invest, someone with zero ties to me…I found you…I enjoyed you. A woman who would let me fuck her the way I enjoyed instead of that…romantic, vanilla shit 24/7.”

“I don’t understand. Why not just break it off with her—” Your eyes widen as the realization hits you and you try to stifle the giggle with your palm over your lips. “Oh my God. She said your parents introduced you two. Mister Call Me Daddy can’t tell his own daddy to fuck off?”

The way his eyes narrow your way has that familiar flutter fly around your tummy. 

“And what? You can’t fucking take the initiative in bed with her? Or are you to scared to try?”

Steve power walks your way but you’re faster, opening the bathroom door and slipping out into the hallway. 

“Hey, honey.”, Liam greets. “I was looking for you. Everything alright?”

You nod, running to jump into his arms and passionately kiss his lips. Opening your eyes, you watch as the businessman gradually slides out of the room. A smirk lingering his lips as he shakes his head. 

You won this round but little did you know that the game was just beginning.  

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