#soft!dark!

“Steve?” Bucky pokes his head in his best friend’s office, and Steve tenses. Scowling as he looks up at him, “Dove is in class, and she is fine,” Steve stands up quickly, starting to walk towards the door. If Bucky didn’t want to watch you, then he would. He’d just make sure Bucky paid for it later., “Where are you going?”

“If you’re not going to watch her, then I will,” Bucky sighs, as he takes a seat in the chair in front of the desk. Leaning back, and propping his legs up. “I’m glad you don’t think this is important.”

“She’s a good kid.”

“Please, don’t call her that. She’s not a child,” it’s the last way he would want to see you. The first way is underneath him, crying while he pushes into your warmth.

Bucky takes a slow breath as he covers his eyes, “That’s not what I mean. I call Sam a kid. She’s fine, Steve. She started her classes again. Nothing has happened, and I need a break.”

“And why do you need a break?” Steve huffs. His flair for quick anger rising up into his cheeks as his brows furrow. “What about my Dove?”

“And what about my girl?” Bucky’s voice raises, standing up and going nose to nose with his friend. “What about her being unprotected?”

“You never brought her into the fucking club. Nobody even knows about her! Dove….”

“You are the one that walked her through the club, drenched in her pussy juice, and your arm on her back. You are the one that has been seen out and about with her. You are the one that put the damn target on her back. But nothing has happened. She is in school, and she is fine. She’s being your good little innocent girl, going to class. And she’s still not fucking begging for you, you fucking prick.”

Steve takes a slow step towards his oldest and best friend. No one talked to him like that. His hand lifts, and moves towards Bucky’s neck, but Bucky is faster. Wrapping his hand around Steve’s wrist, stopping him, “I don’t want to fight, Steve. I’m just saying that I need a break.”

“You’re the only one I trust to watch her, and I think she’s getting used to you.”

Bucky starts lowering Steve’s hand. Trying to remain calm. Steve didn’t respond well to aggression, “You have her schedule. You can be the one to watch her when she gets out of class. Stop being a child,” Bucky growls when Steve lets out an exasperated puff of air. “Your little bird will be fine. I promise. It might do you some good to realize how annoying it is to sit and wait on her every move. You need to move her in with you at this rate.”

“I can’t have her in my fucking bed, until she begs for me. I can’t have her laying next to me knowing that I couldn’t just use her whenever I want.”

“Maybe that’s your problem. She was doing well after the cabin. Just stop being so damn hard. Poor Dove is overwhelmed with her head and her body. It’s a lot. Now. I am going to be off. Please, leave me alone,” he nods his head to Steve as he starts to leave.

Steve looks down to the floor, a mild panic setting in at you not having someone watching you. Bucky deserves some time off, but he needs you safe. Balance. He was trying to figure that out.

You step out of class, taking a deep breath before looking around. Eyeing each and every vehicle. He wasn’t here. No Steve. He was supposed to be here. You stand still for a moment, your classmates meander around you. All of them turn to give you looks. They all know who it was that dropped you off.

They all knew the rumors about him. And the stupid man decides to bring you to campus, and drop you off like a child. There were some ways he embarrassed you that was fine, for an odd reason, walking you to the front door was not. You set off walking towards your apartment. It’s a trek, but you didn’t want to wait to be humiliated, and questions asked by the large tattooed drug lord that had attached himself to you.

You had just enough fight left in you to piss him off delightfully, and pissing him off was fun. But there was one thing that bothered you. Eventually you had to tell him, you just had to. He scared you, overwhelmed you, but damn if he didn’t make you feel good. Too good.

And then there was that moment, however fleeting it was, but it was there. A tiny sliver of care. It’s the only reason why you haven’t fully pushed back with it. It confused you because it — it made him feel human. It made him seem like he cared for more than just your innocence.

Hearing a rev up of a SUV makes you tense up. You have gotten used to that sound. The hairs on your body stand straight up, and chill bumps arise over your skin. Feeling his eyes on you, before you see him. You keep your head looking straight ahead, but see the vehicle in your peripheral vision.

The heat from the motor tingles your body, but you don’t look. Even when you hear the back window roll down, and can feel his icy stare on you, you don’t look. Sam slows the car enough to ride beside you, and your breath shudders.

“Dove,” you gulp, but still don’t look at him. You could feel his anger. You didn’t wait. You walked away from the school without him.

“Dovey,” there is an annoyed sweetness wrapped into his voice, but you keep your eyes in front of you. “Dove, you better stop walking, and get your fucking ass in this goddamn car now.”

You shake your head no. It was going to be bad, and you weren’t ready for it. “Get in the fucking car!”

“No,” there is no confidence in your meek response. It was shallow, and pitiful.

The SUV stops abruptly, and when Steve jumps out of the car, your pace picks up. Only to be met with his thick hands pulling you into his hard body. Dragging you to the car, his nose nuzzles up against your neck. Whispering into your ear with a deep rumbled timbre “If you want me to spank your ass, next time just ask. There’s no need for this fucking show, when you know who is going to win.”

“Steve, please.”

“Have I not taught you anything? Quit fucking whining,” he hauls you to the car, and all but throws you in. “Stop telling me, please. Please, what, Dovey?”

“You’re an asshole!” You scream loudly as Sam starts the car.

Steve angrily bites at his lip as he cracks his neck. His hand tenses on his knee. Trying to scoot further away from him has Steve reaching over to pull you even closer. “And why’s that, Dovey? What makes me the asshole?”

“You…what don’t you do that makes you not be an asshole?”

“Explain,” he growls out. Brows furrowing, and you look away. Doing so has him grabbing you by the jaw, forcing your face towards him. “And you better fucking look at me when you talk to me.”

“You…you won’t let me hang out with friends.”

“You don’t have any. You have a roommate. You two don’t even go out together.”

“Because I’m scared of you! You always…you’re just an asshole.”

He spreads your legs apart, laying his own leg on top to keep you spread. Placing his hand on his thigh, he slides up and under your skirt, and cups your covered core, “And you’re walking around in a skirt.”

“I’m wearing the panties you bought for me,” your voice is flat and without emotion.

“Yeah, I thought I told you, you are only a whore for me. Those stupid boys you’re in school with aren’t even good enough to lick your cum off my pants. All the while I see their eyes. I watched them. Looking you up and down. Looking at what is fucking mine. Wondering just how good of a cunt you have. Don’t worry, I’ll soon remedy that.”

“Steve, don’t threaten to kill someone that looks at me. They’re not…nobody’s looking,” Steve lets out a low growl, and you tremble beneath his touch. Hating the way that it makes even more slick pool in your core. “What…what do you think is yours?” You challenge. There is something a bit more freeing with being the only person to talk back to Steve.

“You know what’s mine, Dovey.”

“Tell me,” your eyes roll up to meet him, and you give him a little smirk. “Go on, Steven. Tell me what’s yours?”

He slides your panties to the side, shoving two fingers into your wet heat, laughing when you whimper. He lays his palm over your clit, watching as you start grinding on him. “That right there. You, and your hot little cunt between your legs belong to me.”

“You…no, it’s not.”

“You sure,” he lets your body gyrate on his fingers for a moment. Smiling when your juices gather in his palm. The sound of your pussy echoing in the small car. “Even your pussy knows what you’re trying to deny. Does it feel good, pretty girl? Do you like the way my fingers stretch you out?”

You shake your head no, but moan shortly after, “Yeah you do. You’re a fucking liar. Go on, Dovey. Make yourself come since you’re such a needy little bitch. I’m the big bad drug lord, but you, sweetheart, you’re a liar. Why are you lying when it’s so obvious how greedy your pussy is? She’s crying for me, Dovey. Just like you do every night.”

“I don’t — I don’t cry for you,” you deny as your body moves faster. Your pussy sucks his fingers in so deep, and you get a high knowing that you are getting better.

“Was it just last night that you moaned out my name while you fucked yourself with two measly fingers in your pussy? It’ll take more than that, baby. Whose fingers feel better?” You move in silence, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“You don’t have to tell me. Your cunt wasn’t as loud last night. You were being so sweet putting on a show for me. Whimpering out my name, thinking you were teasing me. At least when I was fucking my hand, I got to come. Had my cum dripping down my fingers, you stopped yourself. It’s almost like you know that you could never fill the void left by me. You’re so much wetter right now. Is it because it’s my thick fingers, instead of yours?”

“Uh uh,” Steve chuckles as your body starts writhing hard over him.

“There you go, Dovey,” you pant, nearing stopping, but he pulls your body down the seat. Your legs spread even further, and his hand starts fucking into you. Destroying you with his fingers alone. “You’re going to fucking come like a good girl,” he grunts pounding into you.

Your voice goes from moans to desperate sobs, and Steve can only look at your pussy clinging onto him. Adding a third finger just for measure, and you scream out his name. Keeping your legs wide, and you lift up to watch him drive into you. A pleasurable pain at what he was doing, and your legs tremble.

Shaking at the amount of complete bliss that you were in. Steve pulls his fingers out of you, letting your juices squirt into the floor, before shoving them back in. Repeating the process until your ass is soaked and so is the floor of the car, and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Tell me, Dove,” he demands, slapping his whole hand on your bundle of nerves. You thrash around, but he doesn’t stop. “Fucking tell them all, that I own this cunt!”

You have no idea how even the slaps was making you leak all in the car. Wet and pouring sounds light up the car, and you can’t think. “Who owns your pussy, Dove?”

“Y-y-you do!” Your whole body quivers, and you’re unsure if you can come again.

“Say it. Say who owns this pussy.”

“Steve. Steve Rogers owns…he owns my pussy!” You come undone again, and he leans over to feast on his prize. Sucking on your lips, and slurping up every bit of the release he made. Pulling off you with a smirk before sucking his fingers clean.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Steve…why do you want to just own me?”

“Mmm,” he moans at your taste. Licking his lips, and wiping off his beard. “I don’t. I want to destroy you. Only so I can lift you back up, and wipe away those tears that I earned. I want to own you. I want that virgin cunt to be molded to my cock so bad that you whimper when you think of me not inside of you. I want to take care of you, and worship you. I want you down on your knees begging for me to fill you with my seed, and I will gladly listen over and over again. I won’t stop until your belly is swollen with me. And then, Dovey, I will truly own you. And I have no problem with wearing you down slowly. Is that what you wanted to hear, baby? How I desire nothing more to be as much of a menace to you as you are to me?”

“You want to test me every part of the way. You enjoy breaking my rules, because you love this torture I’m giving you. You enjoy the fight, don’t cha? You think I don’t notice your fucking games you’re playing with me. If you need to fight me to finger fuck you or tongue fuck you, I guess whatever makes you wet, Dovey.”

“I — no, that’s not…”

Steve twists his head to the side, giving you an evil sneer before his eyes dart to the seat and floor, “You did that, Dovey. You made a fucking mess in my car, and I have half a mind to make you clean it up with your filthy tongue. Your fucking game of refusing me made you that wet. Because you like when I get angry, and take from you.”

“You’ve never kissed me,” you whisper, head dipping down. “You just want me to bow down to you, and I never see what you want from me, but my body,” he reaches over, pulling you over on him. Letting your ass settle in his lap while you straddle him. Pulling you close to his chest. So close you feel his heart pounding. He’s nervous. His inky hands run up and down your thighs as you take staggered breaths.

“Steve,” you whimper when his nose rubs up your jawline. Whispering a breath over your ear before pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear, “That’s not the kissing I meant.”

“I know, Dovey,” the deep growl he releases sends sparks throughout your body as everything heats up from the electricity the two of you create. “I don’t just give a peck on the lips. I claim every part of you. You will never desire anyone else, but me.”

His lips trail down your neck, and back up. Teeth nipping at your jaw before his lips hover over yours. Staying still while that devil may care grin turns up his mouth, “Are you ready to submit fully? Once I kiss you, I’ll own more than just your body.”

“No,” weak. You are a liar. Your voice couldn’t even lie for you.

Opening his hand, he slides it all the way up your body before his fingers that smell of you, tickle your neck. Flattening out his hand, he wraps his fingers around the sensitive column, and gently pushes you away, “Try again, Dove.”

“I’m not begging.”

“And that’s not what I asked. Are you ready to fully submit? You’re already…”

“Yes,” you squeak, nodding your head, “I’m ready to submit,” hand still around your neck, he crashes his mouth against yours. Immediately his tongue pushes past your lips, demanding entrance, and you grant it to him. Moaning, and starting to grind on his lap, his free hand squeezes your thigh, holding you still.

It was too good. Your body is reacting, but he needs you motionless as he dominates your mouth. Giving your tongue a suck as he slides off. His teeth grab onto your lip, and he adds enough pressure to cause some yummy discomfort as he slides off your lips, “Little bird, you’re too easy. One kiss had you a needy bitch in heat. What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me.”

“No,” you stare at him aghast. That wasn’t what you were expecting. “You didn’t realize we’ve been sitting in front of your apartment complex. You need to go home.”

“Fuck me!” You bite your lip as tears spring to your eyes. You asked, well demanded.

“No. You’re not begging, and I’m not rewarding your bad behavior. You really wouldn’t want me to for your first time. Go home, Dove.”

“Steve, fuck me, please?” Your lip trembles, but he shakes his head no.

“I have work to do. Go home,” opening up his door, the girl down the hall stares at you straddling him, and his hand still around your neck. “Clean yourself up. And change panties. They’re a filthy mess,” his laugh is sadistic as he releases your neck. Letting you awkwardly try to get off him.

Your legs still wobbly, and head dizzy with confusion, you stare at him. You hate him, and still crave him. “I won’t see you walking from school alone, again, Dove. Bad girls get punished. Good girls get fucked,” he closes the door in your face, but the car doesn’t leave until Steve sees you in your bedroom window, and you pull the curtains closed on him.

It was a beautiful day, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want him to see you live in person. He can watch his stupid little cameras. There were enough of them that he could see every angle, but you didn’t care. Fuck him.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to some dealer groan about where his money was. They always thought they could get one over on Steve. “What the fuck?” He grits his teeth as he looks up at him. “Natasha, please make sure our guest gets what he deserves.”

She stands up from the shadows, walking over and ignoring his pleas. Raising her gun, she puts a bullet in his forehead, “Goddammit, Nat! Now who the fuck is going to clean this up?” She shrugs her shoulders and walks off. Never caring about the mini tantrum he pitches.

The couch was now tainted. He had visions of having you lean over the back while he railed into. “Get rid of it,” he commands to whoever was in the room.

“The man or the couch?” A particularly small newbie asks. He was learning, but had no sense of making an executive decision.

“Both of them,” Steve walks towards his office, looking at Bucky before entering. He needed a distraction. And the most perfect thing to distract him was you playing coy in your bedroom. Walking around in nothing but panties, playing with yourself, taking pictures that you never send him, “What she doing?”

“Still sleeping,” he gives him a nod while Steve looks at the monitors in his office. He trusted Bucky to back off of you for a bit. Still had him take you to school, and pick you up. But Bucky was right. He didn’t need to stand outside your apartment all night. There were cameras everywhere. No one could get in without them knowing about it.

His eyes dart around your body for a bit, “Why is her head covered?” Bucky shrugs his shoulders, and yawns. Leaning back into his chair. “Why is she not breathing?”

“What?”

“Fucking decoy,” his fist slams down on the desk. You never slept with your head covered, and you most certainly breathed. And yet there was a lifeless body on the bed. Oldest trick in the book, and Bucky fell for it. “Find her now! Bucky, I swear if something happened to her, I’ll have your other fucking arm!”

“Calm down.”

“No! She’s not in her fucking bed!”

“And I had to take a fucking piss. She…” he stops his train of thought, and pulls out his phone. “I know where she’s at. There’s a field party at Lakems old barn.”

“If…if someone touches her,” he scowls at his friend as he stomps out of his office. Fraternity parties at Lakems barn were notorious for random hookups. He’d have any man that looked or touched you ripped of their dicks.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll make me choke on my own dick. I got, your highness.”

Steve’s eyes zero in on you immediately and he growls. “I’m gonna kill her,” he slings his door open, walking straight towards you. Booze and horny fraternity boys are all around. You dance around giddily with a damn solo cup in your hands. Teeth stained a bit purple from whatever you are drinking.

He’d murder them all. They didn’t care. You stumble too close to the bonfire dropping your cup in the flames, and it angrily ignites more from the alcohol. And they just eye you up and down. Waiting on you to become too inebriated before they took what was his.

Grabbing your wrist, he slams you into his body, “Hey, Steven,” you giggle, puckering your lips for a kiss, but he hauls you into his arms instead. “Aw, you won’t kiss me, daddy. Won’t even fuck me, but he acts like my pussy is all his. Thinks he’ll be the first person to use my untouched cunt.”

His grip tightens on your body, and he growls, sending slick straight to your core. “Mmm, I like that, sir. You gonna fuck me in front of these people that aren’t my friends. That guy right there tried to take me deeper in the woods.”

“Hey, man,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t know she was your girl. I don’t want,” you giggle when his words are cut off due to Steve punching him hard in the face. The boy stumbles back, and grabs onto his nose, and you continue to giggle.

“Ooh, that makes me so wet, daddy,” he rolls his eyes, that rumbling in his stomach making you so giddy. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn’t be saying as such, and you would know he was holding back.

“Can’t even have fun. Daddy wants me all to himself. Big bad…”

“Little bird, you’re pushing my patience,” he pushes past the overly drunk college students, wishing you’d just shut your fucking mouth for two seconds. “Keep running your mouth, baby, I’ve got something for it.”

“It’s that big fat cock, huh? You gonna fuck my face, daddy?” Oh he was about to destroy you. Every little slurred word coming out of your mouth was just making him more pissed off. It was making him want to steal your breath away by shoving his cock down your throat.

“You gonna give it to me? Gonna finally fuck my virgin cunt? I want it, daddy. I want you to fuck me in front of everybody so they realize who owns this tight pussy,” your hands try and tug down your shirt, but Steve grabs your wrist. “Only Bucky and Sam get to see my holes? Did Bucky enjoy looking at what’s yours? You gonna make him watch your cum drip out of my swollen cunt.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He screams as he climbs into the car with you. “Go, Sam,” you snarl your mouth at him when he sits you in the car.

“What? What is it, little bird? Are you trying to embarrass me? Didn’t work. You were embarrassing yourself.”

“You are such an asshol, Steve Rogers!” Your hand slaps the seat in between you. He put you as far away as he could. No longer frustrated, but now completely pissed off. “I hate you!”

“Why’s that, cutie? You were just bragging to the whole goddamn field how you wanted me to fuck you. Why do you hate me?”

“Because!” Steve cocks up his brow, smiling at your pouting. “You…you pull me away from my friends, and…ahh!” Grabbing your leg, he pulls you to lay flat in the seat lifting up your skirt, and those fiery eyes turn to look at you. “You like what you see? You didn’t buy these.”

“You want to know why I hate you?” He asks, his hand rubs up and down the sheer silky material that is drenched. The black gusset barely covering your cunt, and just string in your ass. With a skirt.

“Why? Because I refuse to beg for you? You treat me like a cocksleeve, and yet you won’t fuck me,” you wince as the slap on your pussy reverberates off the car. “Teasing me nonstop,” another slap. “Controlling everything I do, but can’t finish the fucking job!” A hard slap on your pussy, and he shuffles to lay over your body. Lowering his weight onto you.

Rolling his hips onto your center, and your legs spread fully to accommodate his hips. His large hand covers your mouth, but he never stops grinding into you. “I hate you because here you are walking around in a skirt and barely there panties. I have told you that you’re only a whore for me. After I fuck you stupid, I’ll buy you all kinds of trashy lingerie for me to see.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you grip onto his back. Unable to hear what he says with his ministrations. “Who were you hoping would see your sweet little cunt, Dovey? Who were you trying to be a whore for? Because I wasn’t there. Who?”

Steve moves his hand off your mouth, stopping his movements when you just mewl up at him. “Steve, I want to come.”

“Answer me.”

“I’m your whore! I’m Steve Rogers whore! Just fuck me!” He shakes his head no, starting to grind over your core again. His stomach is getting coated in your juices. “Fuck me! I’m begging! Steve, fuck me, sir! Fuck me! Claim me. Cum in my pussy!”

“No,” he deadpans, and your hands slide to his waist, attempting to undo his pants.

“I want to come! Steve, Please!”

“Aw, is this what this is? Did my sweet little bird get her some liquid courage, and now she wants to act like some bad ass bitch that wants to be fucked good and hard?” You nod your head rapidly, getting his button undone, and trying to jerk his pants down. “She let her walls down, and can’t lie anymore, and thinks she’s going to take my cock fully. Let Sam hear you cry as I cram myself so hard into you, that it makes you see stars. Licking the tears off your face as I take whatever the fuck I want from you?”

“Yes! Yes, please, Steve. Please, I'll be a good girl. Just fuck me! Fuck me!” He shakes his head again, and you can’t contain the tears that drift down your cheeks. “Steve! All you do is talk. Fuck me!”

“I said no, dammit!” Sitting up off you, he shimmies out of his pants and underwear, and his giant dick stands up in wait. “Take your fucking clothes off,” you shake your head no, but Steve starts ripping and pulling at everything he can get his hands on. Shredding at your clothes until you're trembling in the seat naked.

“Are you going to stick it in?”

“Yeah, in your dirty cock sucking mouth. Get on your knees, and let me fuck your face. You want to use that dirty mouth so much, have at it.”

You sit silently in the car, looking at the discarded mess of what was your clothes, and there wasn’t enough to cover you up. Vulnerable and shivering, and it had nothing to do with temperature. His long arm reaches over to you, and pinches a nipple. Pulling on you hard until you're on your knees. His cock stares at you, mocking just how inexperienced you were.

“Swallow me.”

“Steve…I’ve never…”

“No shit. This is your cock. Let me fuck your face. Wrap that pretty hand around the base. Go on,” anxiously you move your hand to him before he grabs you, forcing you to hold his cock in your hands.

It feels like steel covered in silky skin. His blood pumps so deeply in his veins, it makes you moan. Your fingers couldn’t even fully wrap around his girth, and you become terrified of Clarence. Heat radiates onto your hand, and you twist your neck to look up at him.

“Oh, this is a good angle, baby. Open your mouth. Come on, you can do,” he mocks, tapping his finger on your lips. “There’s a good girl. Got all quiet now, huh? Stick out your tongue, and taste me.”

Turning back to face his one eyed demon, you look at the beads of milky precum that drips down the spongy tip, “Dove, please,” he does a tiny thrust up to your mouth, close enough you smell him. “Dovey,” weakness. You hear it laced in his voice.

Nervously you give his tip a chaste kiss, and he whimpers. Hips bucking up into you, and the mushroom head opens your mouth, and you moan. Leaning down further you lick a stripe up his head, and swirl your tongue around him. Your mouth bursting with his musky essence, and you crave more.

“Baby, please,” you gulp before you open up wide, and sink down over his shaft. Closing your mouth around him, you suck hard as you pull off him. Taking him out with a pop, you turn back to look at him with a smile.

“You like that?” Little minx. Had you not been tipsy, you would have never challenged him.

“Yeah, keep going,” your ass wiggles around, and you repeat that process, “Yeah. Yeah, that’s good,” he moans when you start bobbing your head over him. Your arousal leaks onto your thighs as you start moaning over him. The vibrations making his head lean back on the seat.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” his voice airy as you sink fully over him. His tip touches the back of your throat and you gag. Tears spring to your eyes, but you want more. “Hollow your cheeks, Dovey. Let me fuck you. Just relax, sweetheart.”

Steve’s hand smooths down your back, and swoops under your ass. Coming back up before he plays with your empty and begging pussy. “Oh, Dovey, does my cock make you this wet?”

“Mhmm.”

He slips three fingers inside of you, and you open up wide. Taking him about halfway. He thrusts up into you, while his fingers drive into your greedy cunt. Completely full of Steve as you let him have you. Every bit of you. Drool pools on his lap, and start appear in your vision. The fact that this was taking place in a car, and under Sam’s watchful eye makes it so much more alluring.

You let yourself fully sink into his depravity. He could have it. He could take what he wanted if it felt this good. Both sensations make you a sobbing mess. His moans are as loud as your wails. Neither of you care about the struggle to breathe. Barely notice how your lungs are screaming for some relief. This was glorious. It was heaven. It was Steve.

Backing your body up on him harder, he gives you one more finger to take. His whole hand is nearly inside of you, while he forces every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you down on it, while your lungs cry for air. Filling your throat with his salty cum.

He moves his hand off the back of your head, and you move your mouth off him. Sucking off every morsel of his cream before sitting up to smile at him. Mascara tears stain your cheeks, and your lips are swollen from his driving pelvis, and still you have a pretty dopey smile on your face. Nipples hard, and ready to be sucked while his fingers are drenched in you.

“Did I do good?”

“Of course, Dovey. Is that what you need? To be told how good you’re taking me?”

“Mhmm,” your heart swells with the praise, and you have a deep need to please him again.

“It was the best,” he moans, giving his thigh a tap. “C’mere. Let me look at you,” biting at your lip, you throw a leg over him, and he pulls you just so his softening cock feels your weeping cunt. “You sure are a pretty little thing, Dovey,” he moans, pinching your nipples.

“But if I ever catch you drunk with a bunch of trash again, I’ll make sure to spank your ass in front of them. That is the one and only time you get to see me stay calm. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Will you fuck me now?” You need him. Wanted him. And you were right there.

“No, sweetheart,” even though you pout at him, he still shakes his head, “I’m not taking your cherry when you're drunk on…what were you drinking?”

“Blueberry cider.”

“Seriously? I’m going to have you throwing up later, huh? Here, let me give you my shirt, so I can walk you in,” he pulls off his shirt, and your dainty fingers trace his chest tattoos. Smiling when he shivers. You want to know every story to each one. Where every scar came from. You need to know him.

“Will you stay with me tonight? Please?” Your face is a wreck. Dribble of his cum dries around your mouth, and you look so pitiful, but more beautiful than he’s ever seen you.

“That was the plan, little bird. My god, your nipples are a work of art, pushing through my shirt. And Dovey, don’t ask me to fuck you for the first time when your drunk. I want you to remember each moment. I want you to know that I made my cock fit inside you. Open your mouth,” you gulp, looking up at him confused. “Why do you always do this? Just open. Please.”

Your mouth stretches open, and he spits into your mouth, “Swallow,” you listen. You didn’t argue. You did it. “Who owns you?”

“You do. Steve Rogers owns me.”

“And I’ll always take care of you. Even if you throw up blueberry cider. Only get drunk with me though, okay?” You whisper out okay, and he grabs you by the cheeks. “And never ever call me daddy again.”

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Since your night with both Robert and Cherry, and the wrapping up of “the plan” they seem to be out of the house, and away from you more often than not.  Placing your guard at the front door and leaving you alone.  Alone to stew in your thoughts.  You should just tell Robert that you’re pregnant.  Cherry knew, seeing how he was the one that bought the test for you.  Even he is urging you to just be honest with Robert, but with everything going on with the plan, it doesn’t seem right.

And yet, here you are pregnant, and horny as hell.  Left alone and one of your rules is to not touch yourself.  Every part of you wants to touch yourself.  Every day you think about the amazing night with Robert and Cherry.  While you do not have that crazy unexplainable love with Cherry that you do have with Robert, you can’t deny that you love him.  Not to mention the man is beautiful.  The calmness to Robert’s constant raging storm.

Walking into your room for a nap, you can’t help but to stare at the bedside table that holds yours and Robert’s treasure chest of toys.  With a growl you stand and walk into the bathroom for a cold shower.  Would a punishment be so bad?  What exactly would Robert actually do to?  And the thought of allowing Cherry to join in on the punishment makes your body heat up.

Without even realizing it your hands have drifted over your body.  You assume it’s still quite early in your pregnancy, because you can’t see any physical changes in your body, however, you are extra sensitive.  The barely there touch over your nipples makes you keen.  You haven’t even touched the part of your body that you really want.  The part that is aching for your touch, preferably Robert’s.  

You finish washing off the remaining bubbles, wrapping yourself in a towel before going over to the treasure chest of drawers.  Digging past the toys Robert prefers using on you.  You know there has to be something new that he’s never used on you.  Searching and feeling almost disappointed that all the sensations will be the same, until you spot in the back something bright pink.  Still in the box, claiming to stimulate your g spot and clit, with vibrations and sucking.  

With the most sinful smile on your face, you rip into the box, taking the toy to clean, because safety first, and setting yourself up on the bed to position the hot pink toy perfectly on your body.  With what Robert and Cherry do, you never know how long that it may take, but the way this toy is actually stimulating you in the way you have been waiting for you really couldn’t care.

Your body takes over and before you know it, you’re straddling a pillow in the middle of the bed.  Grinding over top of it, and feeling the toy work you perfectly.  Pulling out orgasm after orgasm.  Shouting through each one, and it’s not only satisfying, but extremely delightful.  And when you’ve had enough you struggle to clean up the wet mess that you’ve made, cleaning the toy and placing it back in the drawer.  

Unbeknownst to you, Robert has a near perfect memory.  Also, you should have remembered that Robert knows.  And how does he know?  He thought a nanny cam in the bedroom while he was away would be the best thing.  Randomly he decided to check in on the camera, and saw you humping his pillow while screaming in ecstasy.  “Oh, she’s in fucking trouble now.  My naïve fucking slut,” he grunts.  This of course gets Cherry Pop’s attention.

“What did she do this time?” he asks.

“She’s touching herself.  I didn’t give her permission for that.  She’s fucking my pillow.”

Now, Cherry knows that you’re pregnant, so he doesn’t want Robert to be so hard on you.  “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s see how long this feed lasts.”  As soon as you finish, pitifully attempting to clean up your mess before retreating to a nap in the living, he figures up that you had in fact been playing for thirty-seven minutes.  “Looks like Pretty Girl is getting thirty-seven fucking orgasms today.  May need your help,” he informs Cherry.  Cherry doesn’t respond.  He can only lick his lips, gripping tighter to the steering wheel.  He had been hoping for some more time to be buried deep inside of you.

“You don’t fucking care to help, do you?”

“I only aim to please.”

“She might be so fucked out that she may let you have a fucking chance at my pussy.”

Cherry can’t look at Robert.  He knows he has to tread lightly when it comes to you.  If he seems too eager, he’ll piss Robert off.  So, it’s best to just to be nonchalant.

When they arrive home, Robert walks closer to your sleeping form on the couch.  Almost taking pity on you, but of course Robert’s fury knows no bounds, and you deliberately disobeyed him.  Even using a toy that hadn’t been opened before.  His knuckles graze lightly across your cheek, and you should have known by his too sweet voice he was up to something.

“Is my Pretty Girl tired?” you look up, seeing Cherry take a long drag from a cigarette, eyes dark watching you.

“Yeah.  I was really tired.  Sorry I haven’t started supper.”

“You tired from fucking touching yourself for so long?” you can only look at him.  Shaking your head slowly, and then looking at Cherry who smirks at you, blowing up a trail of smoke.  “You going to lie to me?  I told you I would fucking know if you touched yourself,” pulling his phone out he plays the video feed and you hear yourself screaming, not seeing the video.  “I would have liked to seen this in person.  Do you know how long you were fucking that pillow?”

“No, Sir.”

“Thirty-seven fucking minutes.  It seems only fair that I make you cum thirty-seven times, right?”

“Sir…”

“No arguing.  Get your pretty little ass undressed.  I’m about to start fucking you with my fingers.”

“Sir, please,” your voice a whimper.  And you don’t know if it’s because you’re excited or almost embarrassed that Cherry is sitting watching you.

“Don’t look at him.  He’s going to have to fucking help with your punishment.  Thirsty-seven fucking orgasms,” you gulp as you begin to undress.  The number of times that Cherry has seen you in various stages of undress, you shouldn’t worried about that.  “I see you keep looking at him.  You going to let him fuck that tight cunt?  I’d let him fuck my pussy if he eats my cum out of that pretty kitty.  You want him too, don’t you?”

You nod your head, only watching Robert.  “That’s fucking right.  I knew you did.  My perfect little slut.”

Robert tires of you removing your clothes slowly.  Hungrily he rips off the remaining pieces, leaving you completely exposed while both men are fully dressed.  Positioning your body so your face is pointed directly at Cherry’s, ass stuck in the air while Robert’s fingers run through your folds.  Spreading your slick around before entering three fingers in your swollen cunt.  “Such a fucking slut.  You’re drenched Pretty Girl.  Is it the thought of thirty-seven orgasms doing it for you, or Cherry buried deep in your fucking cunt?” Robert laughs.  “Well, she doesn’t lie.  She was clenching me tightly.  You think he deserves her?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You know he’s been fucking good to us, don’t cha, Pretty Girl?”

“MmmHmm,” your voice already going soft as you feel your belly heat up.  The tightening of the rubber band with your impending orgasm.  Robert’s thumb creates tight circles on your clit, eliciting a moan from your mouth.  Hiding your face into the couch.  Robert’s fingers grip you by the roots of your hair, lifting you back up to look at Cherry Pop.

“He wants to fucking see you when you cum.  Be a good little slut for me, okay?” his head leans onto your ass, giving your cheek a small little nibble, as you cum on his fingers.  The euphoria washes over your body, and you know these two are going to have you begging them to stop.  “Start counting, Pretty Girl.”

“One,” your voice whispers.

Robert hammers your body into the couch as his hips pound into yours.  His fingers gripping you tightly, and your body is damn near numb.  “Fucking ruined this couch.  Jus’ gonna have to buy another one.  Come on, Pretty Girl, make me fucking cum.  Maybe your sweet Cherry boy will be softer for you.”

Words do not exist in your mind anymore with the many times Robert has made you cum, and now he wants his own release.  The number of times he’s watched your face as you’ve came undone over his fingers and mouth.  The sounds that leaked from your mouth, it all became too much.  And now his body angrily pounds into you.  “Aw, has my Pretty Girl turned into my dumb baby?  Cockdrunk and we’re not even halfway fucking there.”  

You feel your walls tighten around Robert’s cock, and his gasp, you know he feels it, too.  “S’close Pretty Girl.  So fucking close,” his thrusts are fierce.  His shining blue eyes watch while your eyebrows furrow, waiting for his say so.  “Cum,” he grunts out.  Your body obeys as the hot tendrils of his cum plants deep in your abused cunt.

“Sixteen.”

“Cherry boy, I think we’re going to have to move this to the floor or the fucking bedroom.  But first,” Robert doesn’t finish as he pulls out of you.  

Cherry’s body moves over to yours.  Settling himself in between your thighs, watching your spread and waiting cunt.  His face lowers down onto your pussy, not only giving your clit a few nibbles and sucking on it, but lapping up yours and Robert’s juices.  

He works your body slowly.  Sweetly.  Your fingers spread over his head, using his smooth fade cut to bring you back to earth.  Readjusting his body, he enters two fingers into your walls.  His movements still remain calm, needing you to realize who is wanting to make you cum.  When he sees your eyes finally focus on him, his fingers curl into you.  Rubbing along your spongy walls, before the rush of a quick orgasm washes over you.

“Seventeen,” your voice a bit steadier, but still trembling.

Cherry’s body crawls over you, allowing you to feel his hardened length through his jeans.  His body grinding over your spread core, feeling the denim of his pants stimulate your clit.  His lips suck along the column of your neck, leaving his marks on you.  Peppering kisses up you until his lips hover over yours.  “You want to taste you two on my lips, Baby Girl?”

Quickly nodding your head, you look into his blue eyes, already feeling another orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach.  His lips crash onto yours, while you taste yours and Robert’s release, mixed with the hand-rolled cigarettes that Cherry prefers.  His tongue explores your mouth, before releasing, tongue moving along your sweaty skin.  “Cum,” he hums down at you.  Your body so used to that command, it listens, moaning onto his collarbone.  “What number, Baby Girl?”

“Eighteen.”

Your body bounces on top of a sitting Cherry, his arms helping to coax your aching body over his.  His mouth nips and suck at your tits that bounce in his face.  You look over to Robert, who slowly fists his cock.  “You look so fucking hot riding him, Pretty Girl.  Don’t worry.  We’ll both fuck you in a bit.  Give us another.  Cherry needs to cum in her, in my fucking pussy.”

Now you’re determined to feel Cherry coat your walls.  Getting excited enough to smack his face, your hand holds tightly to his chin, lifting his head up to look at you.  “Wanna see what you look like when you cum in me.”  

Robert laughs, “Goah, you’re such a fucking whore.  And I fucking love it, Pretty Girl.”

Your gaze never leaves Cherry’s, staring deeply into his cerulean blue eyes, “Cum, sweet Cherry Pop.”  

His hands hold tightly to your hips, you watch as he comes undone.  His abs tighten as he shoots his load deep into your throbbing pussy, the warmth from him causes your own release.  Yelling on top of him, slowly rolling your hips over him, to let you both ride out your high.  “Good, boy,” your voice is so hoarse as you whisper down at him.  “That’s thirty.”

Once he realizes who he gave power to, his arms move you to be flat on your back.  His hands slide up the back of your legs, stopping behind your knees, and he spreads yours legs, pressing your thighs to the side of your body.  Leaning over he sees his seed leak out of your quivering walls.  Bringing his tongue to your spread hole, he licks it up.  Leaning over your face, you know he wants your mouth open, tongue hanging out, while he spits his spend into your mouth.  You release a wanton mewl at the taste of both you and Cherry.  Leaning back, he smacks at your spread pussy lips, palming your entrance, before issuing another slap.  Scooping up more of his leaking cum, shoving it into your mouth.  “You really are a cumslut aren’t you, Baby Girl?”

“Fucking hell, seven more to go.  And I really just want to ruin her.  Ruin my pretty little pussy.”

“Come on you fucking cockslut.  Give me one fucking more.  One more, Pretty Girl.  Fuck!”  Robert fucks deep into your ass, while Cherry fucks into your over stimulated cunt.  His lips softly kiss whatever piece of skin he can get his mouth on.  Robert’s hands hold tightly to your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

“Please, Sir.  I can’t,” your body is beyond tired.  Thirty-six consecutive orgasms have you wrecked.  These two menaces have your body dumb and numb.  Each of them, slip easily in your body.  Covered in your slick and their cum.  

“You can do it Baby Girl.  You’re almost done.”

“Fuck.  You’re gonna give me one fucking more.  You know why?  Because you’re my fucking whore.”  His pelvis smacks on your ass as he pounds into you.  Your body trembles and shakes as you feel your final orgasm build up.

“I can’t.  Please…oh fuck…fuck…”

“You can and you fucking will.  I’ll teach you to fucking touch her.  She’s mine, and only I can tell you when you can fucking touch her.  Now, cum.”

Your fingers intertwine with Cherry’s as you scream through your orgasm.  Body convulsing as Robert spurts on your back.  Cherry’s hips rock up into you, until you feel his hot cum paint your walls for the second time of the night.

When Robert pulls out of you, your body collapses on the bed.  Both men’s fingers take their cum, painting your body with their thick spunk.  Drawing hearts, and stars.  You’re unsure exactly what they’re doing.  Your body exhausted, your mind mush.

“Now, since you took your punishment so well.  I think it’s time for us to take care of you.  Get you cleaned up,” the softness returns to Robert.  His hands pull you close to him.  “Fill the bath,” he demands Cherry.  Cherry obeys.  Filling the tub, adding a bath bomb right as Robert brings you in there.  Lowering you into the warm water.  And you drift off.  Unaware of anything else for the night.

You come to the next morning.  Your body holding tightly to Robert’s.  Your head laying on his pillowy pecs, while Cherry clings tightly to your waist, his head resting against your back.  Seeing these two men hold onto, and how relaxed you feel, despite how sore you are, you allow your body to drift back to sleep.  Inhaling the soft smells of your Freezy baby and sweet Cherry Pop.

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After seeing you at the precinct he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Robert was very much aware as to who Detective Diskant was, and he had it set in his mind to find out more about you.

Robert watched Paul closely, had his schedule damn near memorized, so he knew when he would be out. He watched from afar as you would go to work, some silly little clothing boutique. He watched how pleasant you were, but how your co-workers and employer would use you. You always went above and beyond to get the job done, and they knew that.

You learned that behavior from Paul. Paul expected you to be his trophy wife. He wanted you to look a certain way, wanted you to act a certain way, and he wanted you to present yourself to him in a certain. Getting married young, people change, and Paul was someone who changed. But you wanted your marriage to work.

Paul could be sweet at times, but he expected you to not only have a job, but to have the house in tiptop shape. Have dinner cooked before he came home. He was never physically abusive, but sometimes his words cut too deep. Spending so much time with someone you know their weaknesses.

Robert watched as Paul would call you an idiot for some stupid fucking reason. He watched as Paul would make a comment about the dinner you chose to cook, or even something as benign as the candle you chose to burn for the day.

While Robert might not have watched you for long he saw how each day you become more insecure, and wanted to please Paul, and he never showed you any decency of praising you for what you did for HIM.

Robert got a personal taste of how Paul’s words cut you. You had prepared a Pinterest worthy meal and dessert for you two, and enough for even Cherry Pop. Your eyes bright as you watch them take the first bite. How were you supposed to know that Cherry had a mild allergy to peanuts?

“Does this have peanuts in it?” immediately the brightness had gone from your eyes. Nearly sobering up because you believed that Cherry didn’t like peanuts.

“Uh…yeah,” Cherry quickly stands to get his EpiPen that he keeps here just in case. Your voice mild and meek, eyes going glossy with tears. “I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time. I shouldn’t have made this, I’m really not that bad of a cook.”

“You’re fucking amazing. Cherry boy is allergic to peanuts.”

“Oh…”

“Why the fuck you so upset for?” Robert looks at you, his hand already sliding along your thigh.

“It’s nothing. Sorry. I should have asked. It’s just…”

“No, tell me what the fuck is wrong. I can tell when you’re fucking lying to me. It’s that fucking cuck ex of yours isn’t it?” his fist slams down on the table. At this point you know that his outbursts aren’t directed at you. “You shoulda let me kill that mother fucker when I had the chance. Look at me,” his hand wraps around your cheek so sweetly, bringing your eyes to look up at him. “I’m not him. I won’t beat around the bush when I’m unhappy, but when you’re trying and you’re being my sweet good girl, my perfect Pretty Girl, I’ll praise you. I’ll fuck you into oblivion. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

You offer Robert one of your sweet smiles, kissing him on his jaw. “I love you Robert. I’m sorry.”

“And don’t fucking apologize for that son of a bitch.”

“I just want to be a good girl for you.”

“And you are. Now, after supper how about you’re my good little whore?”

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