#steve rogers reader inserts

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she admitted, approaching to give me an amicable kiss on the cheek with her hands on my shoulders. Only the heels she was wearing allowed to bypass the difference in height between the two of us.

I seized her by the waist before she could pull away.

“You know I’d never waste the chance to be buried deep inside your pussy, doll. You know, back in my day, only whores dressed like this.” Despite how loud the party was, I heard her breath hitch perfectly. I felt her muscles tense underneath the silk she wore because I was waiting for it, anticipating her reaction.

I was not disappointed by it, but what followed next did put a hamper in my spirits.

“There they are!”A friendly voice I did not wish to hear interrupted us. “The best father-daughter duo known to modern cinema!” Perhaps I should have cringed, or felt even the tiniest bit of remorse at the reminder that the woman I still had in my arms was young enough to be my daughter - and that was the part she had played in the movie that forever bonded us together, in the public eyes and in our private lives.

Alas,  I couldn’t. Not when she was giggling so sweetly, turning to face the man but remaining by my side. Not when all throughout the long, tiresome minutes of idle conversation we entertained with the actor, she kept looking at me from under her eyelashes, biting her lower lip in poorly-hidden desire.

Let him see us for what we weren’t. It helped our plans for the evening.

“Okay, Parker,” I chuckled, trying to make the boy realize he had overstayed his welcome. “I need to speak with this beauty over here if you’ll excuse us…” My hand was strategically placed on her lower back as I directed her away from the party, closer to the hallway that granted us access to this floor of the hotel where everyone had gathered to celebrate the ceremony.

Parker leaned his head, obviously not happy about having to watch her leave with me, but let us go. I had no doubt he wished he was the one leading her away from the party, but if the hope was still present in his soul, it’d be crushed by the end of the evening.

There was no way she was coming back to the party.

The second I had her in a locked hotel room, she was on her knees, reaching for my belt. “Remember when you were no one?” I asked, brushing her hair away as she got to work on my dick. “Now everyone wants to either be with you or in you.”

“But only I can, isn’t that right?” She just nodded, mouth still dutifully working my member as I groaned, fisting her hair to pull her up once she got me nice and wet. “Yeah, that’s right.” I grinned, hand slipping between her thighs to collect the evidence of her arousal. It turned me on so much that she always was prepared for me, even when she didn’t expect to see me.

I certainly didn’t think I could still make anyone horny just by laying their eyes on me, and here she was, proving me wrong.

“Tell me, darling… Did I get you this wet?” She whined on my arms, hips searching for more as I penetrated her with two of my fingers. Her nod had my smirk widening, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her closer and continued the onslaught against that tight hole I knew all too well.

“Do you want me?” I asked, just because I could. Just because I wanted to hear her say it. Another nod was my answer, but I wasn’t satisfied with it anymore. “Then beg for it,” I announced. “Beg me for my touch.”

And she did. She got up on her tiptoes and moaned for me. “Please, daddy, please… You know how much I love your cock. It’s been so long since I felt it inside of me… Will you please split me open on your dick?”

There was nothing slow about the way I fucked her that evening. Maybe it was the time and place - I couldn’t very well take my time with it, as much as I wanted to - but I was much more willing to bet on the fact that she was right - it’d been too long since we’d been together. 

There was too much fire to let burn. I had enough of sweet and gentle back home. When I was with her, I could truly let go and be who I was: a good-for-nothing, son of a gun.

“You know I love fucking you every time I can…” I groaned against her ear as I grinded our bodies together, the friction no doubt sending sparks down her clit.

“Well, you don’t do it enough,” she bit back, making me laugh. It was only once she had my dick inside of her that her bratty side made itself known. And I loved it. “Have you got no shame?” She asked breathlessly, as I squeezed her ass and hummed to let her know I’d heard the question, even though I already knew the answer.

Not when it comes to her, I didn’t.

“Your wife’s at home, a kid on her hips and another in her belly…” She tried to taint the moment we were sharing, but I wouldn’t have it.

“And I’m in heaven, so how could I worry about anything else?” She laughed at that, reminding me again why she was my perfect match, and I upped the movements as I pounded her pussy with 

“Doesn’t this feel good?” I panted against her cheek, slapping her ass when she didn’t answer me in time. “Tell me.”

“Yes, it does, daddy.”

“There you go.” I squeezed her ass in appreciation this time. “Was that so hard? Fuck, this feels so good…” I had to cover her mouth with my hand as she came around me, shushing her in the hopes of getting her to silent down on her moans, even though I wanted to hear all of them.

It wasn’t the time or the place.

“What are you doing, huh?” I fucked her even harder, with punishing thrusts as I kept one hand over her lips. “Do you want everyone to find out about us? That the old man fucks you every chance that he gets?”

Her grumbled moan sounded too much like a yes, and it had me emptying my load inside of her with such vigour I couldn’t even open my eyes for a few seconds afterwards.

Perhaps tonight was the night I’d finally impregnate her.

Images of her with a child that was undeniably mine on her hips kept me hard, so instead of letting her go, I grabbed her hips and kept her still.

“Stay right there…” I whispered against her neck, pressing a few kisses here and there just to see goosebumps appear on her skin. “We still have hours until I’m supposed to be home…”

The battle was over, you were covered in scrapes and bruises from the battle and had been rather affected by the funeral you had attended earlier in the day.

But as you looked at Steve from the part of the bed you were sitting on top of there was only one thing on your mind: time travel.

Steve had volunteered to return the infinity stones, and you always wondered if your relationship with the man was only temporary since he had been from the past - and now that he had the ability to travel back in time you wondered if your relationship was going to be cut short.

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asked, sitting next to you but placing a kiss to the top of your head first. 

“I… I don’t want you to get offended.” You said, turning to face him but not feeling brave enough to meet his eyes.

“I won’t… what’s going on?” Steve asked, on you would swear up and down that he looked like a confused puppy. 

“It’s just… you’re going back in time with the time stones… what if you want to stay?” You asked him.

“I would never leave you-”

“See, that’s the problem. I can’t have that on me… you can’t just stay for me, you have to stay because you want to stay here.”

“But-” 

“I understand, Steve. You’re from the past and I understand if you want to stay-”

“I don’t want to stay there, Y/N. I want to stay here-” 

“Steve, you know I won’t blame you if you stay there. That was your life and you loved Peggy, you probably still do, I want you to do what makes you happy.” You said.

Steve sighed and placed his hands on either of your cheeks, meeting your eyes as he tried to get you to pay attention to him.

“Listen, Y/N, I know that I came from the past. I know I have the ability to go back to the past… but I don’t want to. I can make a life here, with you - and I don’t want you to feel guilty about that. This is my life now, and I’m happy about it. I love you.” Steve said, noting that you finally met his eyes.

“You want to start a life with me?” You asked him, your face physically softening as you looked at him.

“I do, if you’ll let me.” Steve replied, a smile starting to inch across his face.

“Oh god, I am so sorry I said that stuff- I just, I don’t know how I’d feel if I was in your position, it’s sort of hard to understand.”

“I know, and don’t worry, I would probably be concerned too just… know that I wouldn’t leave you.” He said, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Just promise me one thing, you’re absolutely not staying here just because of me, right?” You questioned, laying down and pulling the blankets over your body, grunting from a tiny bit of pain as you reached over to turn the bedroom light off and watching Steve lay beside you.

“I guess in a way I’m staying for you, but I have made friends here - and Bucky’s here now. In a way, it’s for you. But I said I want to build a life with you, and I want to build it with Sam and Bucky involved.” Steve explained, turning to face you.

“God I love you,” You thought aloud, your eyes tracing over Steve’s face as your eyes adjusted to the darkness - allowing you to see his features under the moonlight coming in from the window.

“I love you too, more than anything.” Steve said, a smile covering his lips as he pulled you to let you rest your head on his chest. “You know, if you’re not comfortable with me returning the stones tomorrow I can ask someone else to do it… I’m sure Sam-”

“I trust you, Steve. I’ll always trust you - I’m not going to tell you not to go, I’m completely comfortable with it.” You said, sighing as you rested against him.

Okay, but trust me when I say I’ll ask you again in the morning.” 

Ever since it became clear she was pregnant, it was like my need for her had tripled. I wanted to touch her all the time. I hated the sight of her in a dress, I loathed the fabric that hid her supple body from my eyes.

She was mine. It was my right to take her, anytime and anywhere. And I was going to take full advantage of it, right here and right now.

“Leave us,” I ordered to no one in particular. Everyone in the throne room knew better than to stay behind. My darling queen, however, just looked shocked as she stared up at me with her mouth open.

“In here? In the middle of the day? Really?” It was impossible not to chuckle at how adorable she was. I’d had her countless times before, in much more open spaces than this one, even in front of the guards once, and she was still the shyest little thing. “Do you really think it’s a good idea?”

Instead of immediately answering, I just pulled her onto my lap, capturing her lips with mine, my hand falling over her grown belly instinctively. “I think it’s time you understand all of my ideas are great.”

She didn’t seem to want to argue anymore, so I bunched up the skirt of her dress until I was able to run my fingers over her lower lips, humming appreciatively at the wetness I found there. 

“So ready for me already… I know you don’t do it on purpose my love, but you tease me so much.” My words were enough to reignite the spirit of disagreement inside of her, but I wasn’t about to let her have her way. So I filled her with two of my fingers, immediately pumping them while keeping her legs open with my own.

“Oh, yes… Listen to these sounds, darling. Hear how well your little cunt takes me.” I was enchanted by it, even after all this time. “I wish I could have my mouth on you, but for that, we’ll have to wait until we’re in bed, my queen.” 

Her answering mewl was all I could take before my resolve crumbled, and with one effective flick of my wrist, the scraps of her dress pooled on the floor as I turned her around to face me.

“Hmm… It seems I am insatiable when you’re like this.” Her hand covered my nape, and she pulled herself closer to me so she could kiss my lips, making me smile.

“Only when I’m like this?” She teased, and I could only chuckle. She had a point there. But of course, I wouldn’t give it to her.

“You’re the one at fault, my queen,” I insisted, making quick work of my own clothes so I could rub my member directly at her entrance. “Your presence enamours me. I find myself unable to work or do anything other than sink myself into your delectable body. And you know what?”

“What?” Her question was breathless, almost pained as I shoved myself inside of her.

“You’re the only one who gets me like this.” Her laugh was like a balm to my overexcited body, calming me down so I could enjoy this moment more thoroughly, and focus on her own enjoyment too.

“I should hope so,” she teased me back, making me join in on her laugh, but then I touched her nub and adjusted her position so I could drive us to desire, and there was no more laughter. Only moans could be heard in the giant and empty throne room.

“Yes…” I groaned, licking a stripe up her neck and watching as she shivered from it. “And you’re the only one who takes care of it, huh?”

I knew other kings might have many women ready and willing to please them, but I only needed one. My queen.

I wanted to hear her cries of pleasure, wanted to delight myself in them, but she was holding herself back. And I knew exactly why…

“If you’re so scared about them knowing what we’re doing in here, I can always stop, my love…” That got me the response I wanted, and she stopped nibbling on her bottom lip and began crying out loud to the empty throne room.

“So sensitive…” I ran one hand down her body to touch her little button and once I did, she exploded around me, taking me into bliss with her.

Yes, little Stevie was not so little anymore. In fact, little Stevie was, by all means, a big deal at the college campus, breaking hearts and forging friendships like he’d never been able to do back home.

And still, when it came time for you to join him in college, it was undeniable that the hold you had on him was still strong - perhaps even stronger than ever before.

“Fuck!” Steve exclaimed, arms falling at the side of his body when you opened up a smile upon finding him waiting for you at the bus stop. Puberty had blessed you too, he realized, suddenly anxious about not visiting home for the last two years and missing the way your curves had become more pronounced, your body now that of a woman.

You were hot, he realized with a startle. Not so little anymore yourself, and Steve knew he was in for a world of trouble when you ran towards him in a fit of giggles and jumped right in his arms.

“I didn’t know you’d be here, Stevie!” He could barely make out your words as they were spoken against the crook of his neck, not because of the volume of your voice or the noise that surrounded you in the busy street, but because of the goosebumps that your lips on his skin elicited.

“Where else would I be, princess?” It was the only thing he thought to say - a return to your old ways, the teasing relationship you always had. “My best girl is coming to college, of course, I’ll be here to welcome you.”

Steve felt you smile against his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat. He knew he had missed her, but he didn’t realize just how much until she was right there in his arms, the scent of her natural perfume engulfing him.

“I love you, Stevie.”

The following months, the adjustment of Y/N to this new life, was nothing short of hell to Steve. Because it turned out he was right - his little girl was hot now, and he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Hey, Y/N!” Some stupid fucking jock jogged in the direction of your table, only briefly glancing at Steve before deciding to ignore him completely. “Are you coming to the party on Saturday?”

You munched on your sandwich quietly, giving it a thought. You’d never been one to party, Steve knew that, but you had been acting a little differently since you arrived. He didn’t know what was going on with you but trusted you’d talk to him about it whenever you decided it was time.

“I think so.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He stopped drinking from the bottle of water halfway to his lips to frown in your direction. “I’ll let you know when it’s closer, maybe we’ll meet there?” You nodded, a small smile to the jock who grinned brightly at you.

That was clearly the answer he was hoping for and Steve hated it.

“When were you going to tell me that you were planning on going to a college party?” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you munched on your sandwich, clearly confused about Steve’s emotions.

“Well, I’m in college now, aren’t I?” You reasoned, as if Steve had forgotten. “I figured it was time for me to get out of my comfort zone and try some new things. I was never really interested in parties but I never gave them much of a chance back home. Let’s see what I think of them now.”

As much as Steve hated to admit, you made sense. He had two years of college experiences under his belt to collect memories from, whereas your freshman year had only just started.

He wouldn’t be the one to put a damper on this moment of your life. So he just nodded. “Okay, so we’ll go together?”

Your eyes lit up at the question and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Really?” Shrugging, he took another gulp of water to cool down, acting as if the question was no big deal.

“Sure. I’ve been going to parties long before you got here, little one.” You rolled your eyes at the childhood nickname he used to address you, but Steve knew you well enough to see that it touched you.

“Oh, a party boy, aren’t you?” You teased, but he could only nervously chuckle. You had no idea the kind of man Steve had become, and he was nervous for you to find out that Saturday.

“How long does it take you to get ready?” He groaned, impatiently adjusting himself in his sofa, where he had been shunned to the moment you walked into his apartment with a bag full of cosmetic items you’d be using to primp yourself for the party. “I don’t remember you being this slow!”

He wasn’t even that late - after all, he wasn’t one to arrive at the start of any sort of gathering, but he was anxious about you being at a frat party, surrounded by guys who couldn’t be trusted. This was the one thing he could control: whatever happened before you set foot at that place.

“Jesus, relax. When you left I had no idea how to put on makeup and no reason to do so. Things are different now, big boy.” Steve shivered at the new nickname. It had appeared after your arrival when you started to realize how much of a big deal Steve was on the college campus. It was teasing, of course, but it was also reverential enough to boost his ego, as much as Steve hated to admit it.

“Okay, how do I look?” You asked, reappearing from the small hallway that led to his bedroom and Steve sat up on the couch, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your dress.

“No. Absolutely not.” Your frown almost had Steve faltering in his stance, going back on it to apologize for making you disappointed but one more look at your outfit and he knew he simply couldn’t stand to allow you outside the house wearing almost nothing.

“You don’t like it?” You pouted, turning to check yourself at a mirror Steve kept in his living room. “I thought I looked cute!” You looked a lot more than cute. You looked…

Hot. Attractive. Any man’s wet dream, to say the least.

“No, huh…” Steve tried, running his fingers through his hair. “You do!” He assured you, and while that was enough to get you grinning again, it was clear it wouldn’t get you to change out of your clothes and into something that made him more comfortable about the idea of you going to that party.

“It’s just… You’re showing a lot of skin,” he settled for saying, and once you realized what was his concern, you rolled your eyes and giggled.

“I’m sure this is not that different from what the girls you date wear to parties, Steve!” You weren’t wrong about your assessment, but you were wrong about one thing in your sentence.

He didn’t date those women. He fucked them. Hard. And just the thought of some college boy doing the same thing to you as he did to those girls brought a territorial feeling to his stomach that left him stuck between punching the drywall or puking all over his own carpet.

“I’m not changing!” You announced, already searching for your bag as he stood there, chest heaving and hands curled into fists.

“Then why did you ask me for my opinion?” He asked, genuinely confused until you looked over your shoulder to smirk at him.

“Dunno. Guess I thought your taste had gotten better since you became a city boy or whatever.” Steve narrowed his eyes at you, not quite believing the mischievousness you were displaying.

“God, you are suck a fucking brat.” Your laughter rang in his ears long after it faded into the apartment you both left, and it was the only thing that kept him from cringing at how fucking loud the music was when you both got to the party.

“Oh, look!” You grinned, waving at someone he couldn’t identify. “My classmates are here!” He tried to keep you close, he really did. But it was a battle he was destined to fail in such an environment, and eventually, he lost you to the crowd at some point during the night.

He ended up in the frat house’s garden, trying really hard to locate you without looking like a rude asshole to the girl who had been talking his ear off for the past hour or so. He had almost asked her to shut up about a thousand times, but he knew he was being bitter.

He should probably entertain her. She looked pretty enough, and it’s not like he had put in the effort to find anyone else who’d go home with him tonight.

Any plans he’d have were quickly shattered when you stumbled in his direction, suspiciously giggly as you looked over your shoulder at the boy he recognized from lunch the other day.

“So… Stevie…” You started, clearing your throat after sending an apologetic look at the girl he’d been talking to, who if looks could kill, would have you dead at the spot. He would have told her off if the next words out of your mouth hadn’t shocked him so greatly. “Leo’s gonna take me back to my dorm, if that’s okay with you.”

You pointed at the stupid jock who looked like he had just won the fucking lottery, while Steve felt his heart on his throat. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You sent a smile at the girl who was still hovering, one she then decided to reciprocate, having realized you weren’t actually a threat to her ambitions for the evening.

“Wait,” he stopped you, hand clasping your wrist and making you trip on your high heels. But he caught you. He’d always catch you. “Don’t go.”

Steve didn’t miss the way you immediately hesitated, coming down from your excitement to try to understand what was going through his mind despite desperately wanting to leave the party with that boy.

“You want me to stay here with you?” You frowned. It was his turn to hesitate because he didn’t know what he wanted. Suddenly, he wanted to be back at his place, with you in his arms, watching whatever crappy movie he could find, just to hear you laugh when he repeated the lines with a poor imitation of the actor’s voice.

“Steve?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as your eyes glanced from him to the girl he’d been talking to. “Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”

You were prepared to abandon your plans to help him if he needed it. But Steve wasn’t bothered by the random stranger in the slightest. He just didn’t want to imagine what your night would be like if you spent it with Leo.

His anxiety seeped through every pore of his body, he was sure of it. He held your wrist so tightly, he wasn’t sure how you weren’t wincing.

“Just… stay,” he tried to make you understand what he wanted even though he wasn’t sure of what that was and somehow, you did get it because of course, you did.

“Steve, come here.” Gently, you pulled him away from both people waiting for the two of 0you so you could talk to him somewhat privately. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to stay at the party!”

He changed his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with something to say, but he couldn’t. So when you sighed, he already knew he was screwed.

“Listen, Stevie… I know you’re just being overprotective, but you gotta let me live my own college experiences… You know, the same way you’ve been living them while I was away?” He looked down at his feet, trying not to accept that your words made sense so he wouldn’t feel like such a douchebag.

“So, would you do something for me?” You asked, cradling his face to ask him to meet your eyes again. He just nodded. You knew he’d do anything for you. “Will you please let me get a ride with this dumb handsome guy?”

Your evaluation of the jock calmed him down somewhat, and he chuckled. Still, he couldn’t let this go. “Come back to my place,” he asked, wrapping his hand around your wrist once more.

“But Steve…” You tried to argue, but the second his head started shaking from one side to the other, you closed your mouth.

“You can leave with him,” Steve allowed, although it killed him inside. “But come back to my place. Okay?”

He knew this wasn’t much to ask from you. And so you smiled, nodding before standing up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. “See you later,” you whispered. It was almost enough to calm him down.

But as he watched you leave with another man, he couldn’t help but to think that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and that for the first time in his life, he really wanted to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t stay much longer at the party. As attractive as the blond girl was, she couldn’t hold his attention, not when you occupied his every thought.

He just wanted to be alone, and in a place where he didn’t feel like he had to scream his own thoughts to make sense of them. Had these parties always been this loud?

Still, it was late when he got home, and there was no sign from you yet. He checked his phone, no text messages, so he sat on the couch and tried to occupy his mind so he wouldn’t freak out with all of the possibilities of what might be happening between you and Leo right at that moment.

But of course… he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He recognized your arrival by the sound of your heels on the apartment’s hallway, even though it felt off, somewhat. He opened the door for you before you could even knock on it.

You were startled at first but then smiled, once again standing on your tiptoes to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m here!” You announced, grinning as you made your way in and threw your purse on the couch, but as you followed suit, Steve couldn’t help the frown that made its way to his face.

“Why are you walking funny?” Your smile dropped instantly, and you started nibbling on your bottom lip as you averted your gaze.

“Oh, I… uh.. It kinda… burns?” Steve could only look at you, unmoving, trying to make sense of what you were saying, but as the seconds ticked by, he realized he just couldn’t.

“Why?” It was a question you clearly were hoping he wouldn’t ask. But he was determined to get to the bottom of this now. So he sat by your side, pulling your hands to his lap and squeezing them. “Petal, please,” he begged, and at last he saw you turn your head to look him in the eye again.

“Oh, you know…” You fidgeted in your seat, looking down at where your hands were joined. “Leo.” Resisting the urge to scoff, Steve shook his head even though you weren’t looking at him anymore.

“No,” he voiced it, because he needed to hear you explain it. “I really don’t know.” Silence followed his statement, a pause much longer than Steve was hoping for, but he didn’t want to push. He was eager to know - desperate, even. So he couldn’t risk scaring you or worse, angering you.

“He… touched me,” you eventually admitted, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating right then and there. But now that the confession was out, you couldn’t stop talking anymore, all embarrassment gone as you looked him directly in the eyes and commented, “And let me tell you, I really don’t know what all the fuss is about. Do girls really like this? It stings like a bitch, I could honestly do without.”

You tried to get up from the couch then, prepared to leave this entire discussion behind, but Steve hadn’t even processed your first words.

“He… He fingered you in the back of his fucking car?” He asked, voice getting louder at each word until he was yelling by the end of the sentence.

All it earned him was a frown.

“It wasn’t in the back,” you explained. “We were both in the front seat.” The fact that this wasn’t the point seemed completely missed by you, who just stared at him dumbfounded as he gritted his teeth together.

“I’m gonna punch that fucking bastard.” All Steve could think was that you were too innocent, too pure. Too young to be touched like that, especially by someone who didn’t even care enough to do it properly.

He didn’t seem to remember that he’d done much the same thing when he first arrived in college, with girls exactly as old as you were.

But you caught onto it quickly. “Why are you so angry?” You questioned, not understanding why Steve was behaving this way. It was clear he wasn’t angry at you, but his emotions were fluctuating between Leo and himself, and that was enough to have your mind turning, trying to follow his (absent) reasoning.

Until he provided some sort of answer.

“Because you deserve more than that!” He shouted, and you were sure your eyes were as wide as two plates, but as he caught his breath, you realized he wasn’t done, not nearly at all. “You deserve someone who will at least get you wet before they slip anything inside of you.”

He was gonna do it. He was gonna say it. He couldn’t stand the thought of keeping it in for a second longer, not now that he knew how he felt about you.

You deserved to know. But most of all, he deserved to live with the peace of coming to term with his own feelings.

Before he could do just that, you interrupted his plans, a single word uttered in the form of a question, stopping him dead on his tracks.

“…Wet?”

Your confusion was incomprehensible to him, so he just waited to see what else would come of it.

“You mean… like… pee?”

Steve blinked once, then twice. He thought he had misheard you, because there was just no fucking way you didn’t know what he was talking about.

But the longer you two stood there, staring at each other, it became increasingly clear that it was, in fact, the case. And that’s when it hit him.

There were more important things in life than his own feelings. Yours, for instance. And your innocence. He’d do anything to preserve that.

Sighing, he forced himself to take one deep breath as he ran a hand through his face and considered his next move. You were his responsibility. He had to teach you about these things or otherwise all of your other experiences with sex would be as terrible and underwhelming like this one.

“Come here, princess.” At the sound of the familiar pet name, you relaxed, slipping your hand in his and following him towards the couch, where he sat down and pulled you to occupy the seat next to him.

You wanted to be on his lap, but you saw the serious expression he wore. Whatever he was about to say was demanding a lot of him, and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

“No, I don’t mean pee,” he finally got it out, looking up at the ceiling as if to ask for strength to get on with what he needed to do. “When you get excited, petal, it’s natural for your body to produce this sort of… natural lubricant. It prepares you for someone else’s intrusion, so it won’t feel hurtful, but exciting. Do you get it?”

He watched attentively for any micro expressions on your face, and so he caught when your shoulders loosened, tension leaving your body all at once.

“Oh…” Adrenaline shot through his veins at the simple word, alarm bells ringing in his ears, almost making him dizzy. For some reason, the way you averted your gaze and nibbled on your bottom lip, despite keeping your hand in between his, had dread taking over all of his senses.

“You seem embarrassed,” he pressed, squeezing your hand as if to give you the strength to tell him what was going through your head. In reality, he was trying to calm himself down, remember that you were there, right next to him, and as long as he could protect you, you’d be okay.

“It’s just…” You hesitated, playing with the outrageously short hemline of your dress. “I know what that’s like.”

All at once, Steve felt as if someone had punched him, all of the air in his lungs escaping as he let your words wash over him, the reality of the moment weighing him down.

He hated that it disappointed him to know that someone had aroused you, but he was only human. Even worse - he was a man. And he knew that meant he was selfishly egocentric, to the point where he questioned if he would have ever realized his feelings for you if it wasn’t for that damn party tonight.

“Has it happened to you before?” He found himself asking, not sure if he wanted to know or not. The suspense might kill him, but having a name might give him a reason to kill the person, get rid of the being who had the luck of captivating the one who had his heart in the palm of her hands, without even knowing.

You turned your face away, unable to meet his eyes. Truthfully, you were overwhelmed, something inside of you knowing that what you were about to admit was a bit much, too intimate, too personal.

But this was Steve. Your Steve. And at the end of the day, you trusted him with your life. If you couldn’t talk to him about this, you’d never be able to talk about it to anyone and Lord knows after what happened tonight, you clearly needed all the help you could get.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a soft sigh. “It happens to me all the time.” You felt his hand squeeze yours again, eliciting a small smile from you. You loved how safe he made you feel, you loved knowing he was there for you, especially after having spent so long without him.

“When?” Frowning, you looked up at him with confusion in your eyes. You’d assumed it was obvious, but apparently, it wasn’t.

“When I’m around you.” The way his eyes danced as he stared, transfixed, at you, had heat radiating from your chest, and despite the little clothing you were wearing, you suddenly started to sweat.

Meanwhile, Steve’s brain had short-circuited. All he could think was that he wanted to kiss you. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so fucking badly.

And so he did.

You yelped in shock, but didn’t protest or pull away, taking a little while to close your eyes and give into the movement of his lips but mostly because you had very little experience and knowing it was Steve’s tongue brushing against your lower lip had you trembling in between his arms.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered when you two had to part for breath, his warmth making you shiver as you watched with wide eyes the fact that he still hadn’t opened his.

You shifted in the seat of the comfortable couch, somehow not able to find an appropriate position to relax when it hit you - the reason for your discomfort wasn’t external, but in your very body.

You were dripping, the wetness that had been absent when it was Leo’s tongue inside your mouth only hours before now overflowing, ruining your underwear to the point where your juices now slathered the insides of your thighs.

“Oh, Steve, look!” You pulled the hand of his you were holding to bring it underneath the skirt of your dress, until he could run his digits over the soft skin of your flesh and see it for himself.

“See? Now it’s all wet and nice.” You gazed up at him expectantly, eager to see what he had to say, but at his lack of response, you continued, “It always gets like this when you’re near…”

You were interrupted from your mindless babbling when his fingers slipped underneath your panties, swiping between your lower lips with determination as they took in your wetness and used it to lubricate you thoroughly, rubbing something that had you feeling all warm inside.

“Oh, it - it actually feels kind of good now?” You acknowledged, body weakening under his ministrations until you were feeling all nice and light-headed.

You were fucking dripping and Steve could taste it. His cock twitched in his pants, despite the restraining material of his jeans. He was gonna cum just from this, fuck.

“Steve…” You whispered, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers curled around his wrist, but you didn’t try to stop him. It was more like you wanted to be sure he would keep his fingers right there, touching you, giving you pleasure.

He wanted to fuck you so fucking badly. You were so sensitive, every little movement of his digits eliciting a moan from you. The scent of your arousal had taken over the room by now and he wanted to inhale it directly, bury himself against your cunt and drown in it.

You were his. Fuck, you were all his.

Eyes heavy-lidded with desire, he took in the sounds you were making as he shoved his fingers deeper inside of you, making you squirm away from the unknown stimulation instinctively.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay,” he ordered quietly, and you immediately froze. “Don’t you want more of this?” A sigh, his nose gently rubbing against your cheek. “I just want to please you, princess.”

He waited, his heart pounding as you blinked up at him, unable to think properly. But you didn’t need any part of your rational conscience to make this decision.

You knew what you wanted. You knew Steve. You’d always trust Steve, forever.

“I do.” The second the words were out, his lips were on yours. Steve hummed in delight at your sweet taste, shivering at your little satisfied sounds that he swallowed eagerly as he squeezed the soft flesh of your hips.

“Then stay,” he begged when you had to part for air, hands coming up to cradle your face so he could brush your cheeks with his thumbs. “Right here, with me.”

It’d been so weird, the “upgrade” from being under his authority to kind of buddies with the man who’d been barking orders at me since I was at the Avengers Academy. Suddenly, he wasn’t giving me that awkward smirk that looked more like a grimace than anything else whenever we stumbled onto one another at a party. No, I was expected to sit right alongside him, Bucky’s metal arm on the chair behind me as I struggled not to feel out of place amongst the heroes of the Earth, the mightiest of mightiest.

When it was just James and me, it was easy to forget everything else - who he used to be and who people expected him to be. But in any situation where Steve was around, our perfect little paradise inevitably crumble to pieces at our feet, even if it wasn’t his best friend’s fault at all.

I’d noticed, how he didn’t like it either. All of the attention and the glory, it all came with a warning: MUST BE KNOWN AT ALL TIMES.

And even the mightiest hero had moments where he wanted to be ignored. So here I was, granting him his wish.

“Why can’t you ever fucking behave?” He yelled as he struggled to open the door of the safe house in the middle of nowhere, and although I 100%, absolutely deserved the drilling he was trying to give me, all I could focus was on how many days it’d been since our last stop.

Fourteen… No, sixteen last Saturday…

Shit.

“Steve.” 

The way I said his name must have shocked him. In all of the years we’d known each other, I’d never felt comfortable addressing him by his first name, not even despite all of the teasing Sam always did when we were all hanging out together, as “friends” - or whatever it was we’d became after Bucky and I started dating.

“Steve, I’m off my heat pills.”

A gunshot sounded in the distance. Steve cursed as we both looked over our shoulders to check on the distance from our enemies. We both knew our only option was to hide in the “abandoned cabin”, which was actually reinforced with enough metal and insulation to keep us protected from a hurricane if it were to come by - until the Hydra agents gave up on us or someone came to our rescue.

We just didn’t count on the fact that I’d go into heat and he’d be stuck in there with me.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I saw Steve pale as he threw one last look into where we could hear men approaching before tapping the security code that opened the door to the safe house. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t look me in the eye once we were inside the cabin. After making sure the door was perfectly locked and there was no way they could get in, he made a beeline to the bathroom, while I stood in the middle of the open-space kitchen-bedroom-and-living-room and pondered over what the fuck I should do.

If I stayed there, there was no way I’d be able to hold back. I’d been in heat pills ever since I was fifteen and first decided I wanted to become a SHIELD agent. This heat would be years in the making. I wouldn’t just need to pounce on an Alpha - I’d become feral for him or her.

But there was only one ‘him’ here. And it was one I definitely didn’t want to need.

“Steve…” I tried again once he was out of the bathroom, hands on his hips as he kept ignoring me. I knew what he was looking for. I also knew he wouldn’t find it. “Steve, they don’t keep heat pills in safe houses. Each omega needs different dosages, they could never stock up on everything. We’re told to carry them with us at all times.”

“Then where the fuck is yours?!” He yelled, making me jump and fall over some empty boxes that’d been left by the previous inhabitants of this place, certainly. “Why do you have to make everything so goddamn difficult, all of the fucking time?”

Suddenly, I was so done with all of this. The way my suit clung to my sweaty skin, making me feel even more uncomfortable than Steve’s hardened gaze on me. The way my chest tightened to the point it was making it difficult for me to breathe.

How none of this was my fault, and still, I was getting the (blame for it?) worst of it, somehow.

“My last envelope stayed back at the hotel,” I informed him, for once in my life standing up to the man who was my boss. “You know, the one from where we had to run once you blew up our covers?”

Our chests heaved with the anger we were both trying to contain, not wanting this to become even worse than it already was. His blue eyes looked almost black and he glowed underneath the single fluorescent light that illuminated the wooden interior, and I shivered.

A single drop of sweat ran down my back, and when I opened my mouth to sigh, a hand cut off my breath.

“No.” 

I hadn’t noticed how close we’d gotten after I decided to stand up for myself. His hard chest was pressed up against mine and that, in addition to the way his fingers pressed to the sides of my throat, had the fire in my belly bursting up into full flames that threatened to swallow me whole. 

It scared me.

“No, you don’t get to turn this around and blame me for your shitty behaviour.” I wanted to take a step back, put some distance between the both of us, but his grip on me didn’t allow me to do so. And the danger he exhaled only added to the heat growing inside of me, making it emanate in waves towards the man that was scarying me. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard you’ve made this mission for me?”

Had I been in a different mindset - a saner, calmer mindset - I might have questioned his words, even realized the warning in them. I hadn’t been the one at fault for anything that had gone askew - Steve had been behaving weirdly since the very beginning, when we first set foot in Barcelona. He’d lost track of our target a dozen times until ultimately giving off our location and mission, resulting in us having to disappear and leave everything behind - including the pills he was guilting me for forgetting.

How could this possibly be my fault?

My world was flipped upside down when he turned me around and pressed my back against his front, forcing me to acknowledge a hardness I wasn’t expecting. “Do you have any idea how hard you’ve been making my life since you waltzed into it?”

Dizzy with the lack of oxygen, my only choice was to hold onto Steve’s arms as he kept me close, breath hitting my neck as he growled, “Wanna know what it felt like? Watching you fall for him while I was dying to be inside of you?”

My clothes were torn into shreds with a single hand and I was left exposed, feet dangling as he palmed my drenched cunt with determination. “I tried so hard to be a good guy, a good boss. I kept myself away, not wanting to put you in a difficult position, and then Bucky came and just… took you.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to scream and fight and tell him that I didn’t want this, but as his fingers swiped along my lower lips, gathering my wetness, the heat I was hoping to control took over, and I was left pliant and eager.

Desperately in need of something only he could provide me at that moment.

“Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?” I jutted my hips up, searching for his digits instinctively, desperate for his touch. “I’ll show you how it would have been, how it could have been if you’d chosen me. I’ll show you what you’re missing. I’ll keep the pain away, however long it takes.”

But it didn’t take long at all. The video security system alerted us of the approach of a helicopter - SHIELD’s, and so our time together was running out. With a swipe of his thumb, he brought me to a release, but then he just kept playing with it, prolonging my pleasure way past sensitivity until it became the most delicious pain I’d ever felt…

And then he let me go.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, not even sparing me a glance as he pointed towards the bathroom, where I assumed he’d found some clothes left behind. “I’ll help them take down those Hydra agents.”

And as I watched him leave, I was torn between thanking him and crying, knowing I wouldn’t have been able to return home tonight if he hadn’t provided me with at least one orgasm to hold onto in the efforts to keep my heat at bay, but still…

How would I ever be able to look Bucky in the eyes again?

“You won’t tell him,” Steve informed me, like I had no say in the matter. I hadn’t even realized he was still standing right there, in front of the closed door, his back turned to me. “I helped you, now you owe me.”

We’d talked about this before. She wanted to experiment more, this is exactly the type of situation we could try this.

“… A dress?” Her frown warned me of her genuine confusion, and I scoffed.

“Baby girl, back in my day, not even whores would be seen wearing this.” The silence that followed didn’t turn cold because I crossed the distance between us, forcing her to rest her weight on the wall as I inquired, “Tell me, sweetheart… Are you a whore?”

Her heavy breathing denounced she had caught on to my intentions, and she watched with parted lips as my finger slowly drew over her collarbones until it reached one of the straps of her dress.

“I’d answer him if I were you, darling.” Steve was onto it now, and I smirked down at her as she licked her lips, scrambling to adjust herself as one strap fell. “Wouldn’t want to leave him waiting, huh?”

She seemed unsure of what to do, breathing heavily with those fuck-me eyes of hers. God, I loved her.

“Yes, I am,” she suddenly answered, surprising me. I didn’t even have the time to come up with what to say when she continued, “if that’s what you want me to be, sir.”

Steve’s sharp inhale was the external reaction to my internal one. What my dominant mask didn’t allow me to share certainly did affect me. My cock hardened, the lines in my expression did too, and I was sure by now my eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, denouncing my desire.

“You think you’re pretty funny, huh?” I growled, pulling her by her hair to come closer to me, abandoning the wall. “Okay, if you’re so willing to be my little bitch, why don’t you drop to your knees right now?”

The sight of her doing just that was enough to have any man ruining their pants, I was sure of it. “Fuck, sweetheart…” Steve, of course, was close to breaking, but I wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, nodding towards her. “Get on with it.” A hand on my boyfriend’s chest reminded him what this was about. Our eyes met and whatever he saw on mine seemed to strengthen his resolve.

“You better suck him good.” Groaning, I threw my head back as her lips wrapped around the head of my member, tiny hand circling it as best as she could.

“God, I love when you get all dominant.” I pulled him by the back of his neck so I could slip my tongue in his mouth again, and when we finally broke apart to catch our breath, I found her watching us with lustful eyes, cock halfway into her throat already.

“What are you looking at, slut?” I growled, grabbing her by the hair to speed up her movements. “You better focus on this cock, you should be grateful that I even let you suck it.”

She hummed in appreciation, always such an eager cockslut. In all honesty, there was no reason to egg her on because she was nothing if not anxious to please and she made it very clear how much she loved to suck our cocks.

But we were playing a role here. And I was determined to see it through.

“God, what a mouth,” I groaned despite my best efforts, letting my head fall back as I felt Steve’s fingers run through my hair. I was tempted to crack. Almost. But then she pulled away to boast and I snarled, holding her by the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare.” She froze, lips still wrapped around my member, eyes wide as saucers. “Don’t you fucking stop.” She hesitated for just a second before going back to work, and I smirked as I curled my hand around Steve’s nape once more.

“Come back here.” I got lost in his kiss as she diligently sucked me off, the sounds of her vigorous slurping reverberating across the hallway. I only realized something else was going on when Steve abruptly pulled away to moan, eyes closed as he too let his head fall back in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Looking down, I found her mouth still milking me, but one of her hands had now made its way around my boyfriend’s cock, and the sight of it had me tingling on the inside.

“You really are a whore, huh?” Pulling her from my member by her hair, I forced her to turn towards him. “If you want his cock so badly, better treat him right, sweetheart.”

And then I proceeded to gag her on his cock, taking sick pleasure on the way tears immediately rose up to her eyes. Her hands went up to his thighs, scratching the soft skin, and I loved how seeing them like this didn’t spark an ounce of jealousy in my body.

It made me believe that we truly were soulmates.

Steve moaned loudly, replacing my hand with his on the back of her head so I could watch the scene from a distance. A couple of steps from them, I saw the way she was grinding against his shoe, desperate for any sort of relief in that hungry cunt of hers, and it made me laugh.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You just need to be fucked, huh?” Bucky taunted, tugging me by my hair and making me moan at the pleasurable sting. I nodded eagerly, desperate to satisfy him so maybe he would satisfy me because I was aching for him and Steve.

“Yes.” It was all I needed to say. He could see the need in my eyes and I knew he smelled my arousal too. It’s why he looked that hungry and desperate. Steve was much the same, I would bet on it.

Bucky leaned closer and closer until he could glue his forehead to mine, a dangerous smirk on his lips. “Can’t wait to have our cocks inside your holes,” he whispered, “Filling you up like the whore that you are, huh?”

I could only nod.

A hiss escaped me as he dragged me by my hair towards the bed, angry with my lack of words, and so I struggled to force some out. “Yes, yes!” I repeated as he threw me on the mattress. “Use me.”

Steve was the one who approached me, dipping the bed with his weight as he pulled me closer to him so he could devour my mouth. “We’re gonna ruin you, darling,” he warned me when we parted.

He didn’t know when things became something more, only that at first it made everything worse. He felt like he was cheating on you every time she dropped to her knees and sucked him off. Every moan she released when he buried himself between her legs made him want to become deaf. He was trying to suffocate himself, not give her pleasure - a last effort to maybe meet you in the afterlife after dying from eating your best friend’s pussy.

He didn’t know if you’d laugh or slap him if he did end up finding you in some sort of heaven, but he figured it wasn’t something he had to worry about. You were gone and if he was to ever find you again one day, he was sure you didn’t belong in the same afterlife.

You were an angel, and he was the guy who fucked your best friend to forget you.

He hated it. He hated that Natasha seemed to forget you so easily once he began to fuck her. It made him think that this was her plan all along - make him a sinner so you wouldn’t have any part of him anymore and then she’d be free to stake her claim.

He felt more hers than yours now, five years later, and it still wasn’t easy to accept it. So who could blame him when he didn’t know what to say after you wrapped yourself all over him, trapping him in a tight hug he never wanted to leave?

Perhaps things would be different if she wasn’t home when you arrived, but when he opened the door to find you there, Natasha quickly appeared behind him.

He didn’t have to turn around to know that she was sporting the most fake of smiles as she told you the news and broke both of your hearts at the same time. Steve only wished she’d been sweeter about it - he understood it must have been hard for her to see her boyfriend and best friend together again like five years hadn’t been spent between him and her, but was it really necessary to rub it in with that little smirk?

He didn’t miss it, even though he knew his girlfriend thought she was being sly. But you, ever the perfect woman, just nodded and admitted your defeat. “Of course,” you had said, and even if your voice broke you didn’t cry. “I understand.”

It’d been five years, after all. Five years that Natasha did her best to remind him, when as soon as you left in search of a new room in the tower she jumped on his bones and demanded he’d fuck her.

He knew what this was about and he wished he could say he called her out on it, but either option felt filthy. Pushing her away would only prove to her that he’d been using her body and now that you were back, she’d mean nothing again.

They’d been talking about getting married. Just like you two had been, the last night you two shared, five years ago. The only thing holding Steve back was a distant dream that seemed as faded as the sepia-colored picture he still kept of Peggy.

He wanted kids. Natasha didn’t. He was about to let go of that desire when you came back. You two had always planned to have a big family, the big family you’d certainly already have if Thanos hadn’t taken you away from him.

It was torturous but a week passed and Steve kept cumming inside of Natasha, allowing her to use her own body to try to convince him to stay when they both knew what would happen. He wasn’t even there anymore, just a willing victim to the movement of her hips as she rode him until he could fake sleep.

She’d taken to spewing hateful words about you now, like that would ever taint the image that Steve had of your character. It was so ludicrous he didn’t even bother complaining, just allowed her to do her thing as he stood there and took it.

“Bet she didn’t even know how to fuck you, huh?” She’d moan, rubbing her nipples and he thought back on all the times he bent you over a table and just took you. “Bet she was such a prude, not letting you do anything to her that you do to me.” The way your moans spilled from your lips, not fake and loud, just innocent and sweet.

“Yes, fuck, Steve!” Natasha screamed, fucking herself on his cock and he tilted his head, barely even seeing her. “You fill me up so well.” It brought back memories of that last night when he spilled inside of you. You’d agreed to go off birth control then, you’d started trying for the family he always wanted to have.

“I’m your naughty little slut, aren’t I?” She laughed to herself, rubbing her own clit. “Tell me you want me, baby. Tell me you want me and only me, tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll marry me in the morning and cum inside of me.”

Steve knew things were going to hell when he got back home the next evening and Natasha told him she’d finally changed her mind. She was going to give him the family he had always wanted. As soon as she got back from her mission, she’d go to the doctor and remove the implant.

“We’re going to be so happy.” There were tears in her eyes while his were void of any emotion.

“Mission?” It was all he asked, and he watched her expression fall.

“Yes.” The word was hesitant. It showed just how deep her mistrust went. “I tried to get out of it, but I can’t. They really do need me. But I’ll be back as soon as I can and then we’ll start the rest of our lives together, huh?”

Steve didn’t even wait for her car to leave the tower before he went to your room. You frowned when you opened the door to find him there and he hated it. He wanted those days back, the ones where you’d jump in his arms the second your eyes connected, welcoming him home in your embrace.

Home. You were his home.

“Steve?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed. He noticed how you looked over his shoulder as best as you could, considering the height difference. He hated that your first instinct was to look for Natasha, verify that she was there.

He hated that he was now forever associated to her in your mind.

“What are you doing here?” He hesitated, but only for a moment. It seemed so obvious to him what his intentions were, so to see you confused had him faltering - but only for a second.

He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was you.

“I’m here for you,” he explained. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. I should have left with you that day, but I was so confused…” His words trailed off when he saw the lines in your expression set, understanding coming to you now.

“No.” Your word was like a dagger through his heart, paired with the determined way you shook your head, how you tried to close the door. “Steve, you can’t do this to her.”

But Steve was quicker. He was a trained supersoldier, after all - and you were still only human. He clasped your wrist with one hand, with the other he gripped the door, eyes heavy as they set on you.

“Don’t,” he begged, voice thick with emotion. “Don’t send me away.” You were frozen, unable to do as your reason - your morals - told you to because he looked so hurt at the prospect of being pushed away.

But you had to snap out of it. You had to snap the both of you out of it and remind yourselves of why this couldn’t happen. “Steve, you’re not mine anymore.”

The words hurt you as they left your lips but you knew that the pain came from the fact that they were the truth. There were five years of memories separating him from you, and those memories were times  that he has spent with her.

Steve didn’t seem ready to acknowledge it.

“But I want to be,” he practically whined, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, making you dizzy. “I was yours first, doll. Don’t you remember?”

Hearing the pet name he used to call you had you shivering. “She took me from you, baby. You’re trying to be a better friend than she was to you. Don’t you want to get back at her?”

You didn’t know what to do anymore. Of course you wanted Steve - those five years hadn’t passed for you. In your mind, a week ago, Steve had been yours. He had cummed deep inside your pussy, whispering words of praise in your ear, the excitement of starting a family shared between the both of you like the moans of ecstasy you both released when he brought you over the edge and met you there.

You still loved him. Deeply, unconditionally. And you still desired him madly. But Natasha was still your best friend. Even if you could admit that her whole behavior had been off since you returned and you were hurt by it, you couldn’t simply hurt her back.

That wasn’t you.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Steve had managed to wrap his arms around you, pull you against his chest. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat when he pressed his forehead to yours. “Use me to get back at her.”

The fires of passion and anger burned the best parts of you and you pulled him by the collar of his shirt to meet your lips. It was electric to feel him this way again, to have his taste after seven whole nights of dreaming about it.

You didn’t want to feel guilty about this, but the second that you parted to breathe, you knew it would weigh heavily in your heart.

“Doll…” He started, anticipating your stress.

“Steve, don’t say it.” You were shaking your head with fervor, trying to push away from his wall of a chest but he wouldn’t allow you to do that. His hands kept you close to him and they roamed across your back, trying to calm you down.

“You know it’s the truth,” he said quietly, as if he believed this way it wouldn’t anger you. “I’m only happy with you, baby.” You were panting now, the speed of your heartbeat too much for you to control.

“Steve, I don’t know who you are anymore.” Tears, the ones you hadn’t allowed yourself to cry before, collected at your eyelashes. You knew you were breaking his heart. Was it fair to say that he was breaking yours too?

You knew he had every right to live in the years you were gone - it was why you didn’t scream and shout and fight when Natasha told you about the two of them. But it didn’t make this any easier for you. You were aching, and you knew he was the only one who could make it go away.

But he didn’t belong to you anymore.

“The Steve I dated is the one from five years ago,” you insisted, trying to stop this trainwreck - this inevitable trainwreck - from happening, even if you knew it was headed your way.

For a second, you thought you had managed to reach him. You saw his head fall, his eyes slip to the floor as his hands settled over his hips, and you agonized at the empty feeling that took over you at the realization that this was it. Steve would never be yours again.

But then his head snapped up, eyes finding yours and you knew that look. You knew that look because you’d been in the receiving end of it too many times before, and something in you knew Natasha hadn’t been in that same position. And that same part of you, that twisted, sick part of you, reveled in it.

“Then let me become reacquainted with you.” Your eyes fell closed when he stepped into your space to take you in his arms and kiss your neck. He still knew all of your pleasure points - they were the same as they had always been, but for him to remember it, five years later?

You didn’t want to think about how he had spent that time getting to learn someone else’s erogenous zones, so you didn’t. You focused on him instead, on the way his fingers gripped you, quickly bunching up your dress to have it by your waist, leaving your lower half free for him to explore.

“Let’s see if you still react the same way,” he panted against your cheek, mouth meeting yours right when his fingers slipped under your panties, playing with your wetness. “If I still know how to make you cum…”

You had no doubt about it, so all you did was whimper as he swiped his digits over your hole, teasing the both of you. But perhaps Steve was even more deprived than you were, because as his thumb met your clit and you moaned, he swallowed heavily, eyes darting across your face when he mumbled, “I need to… I need to touch you again.”

And that was all of the preamble you got before he filled you, taking in every little reaction and relishing in it. You didn’t know it, but what he really needed was to replace Natasha, erase the memory of her body so he could fully feel yours again.

But you knew him way better than he could ever tell. You knew what was going through his mind, which is why you whispered, “You have to… You have to tell her.” You weren’t a bad person. You weren’t the type of person who did this.

But this was Steve and your were weak for him and only him. Your body gave into his desires like he was the siren and you, a simple sailor. And the worst part? It was Steve’s grin. Like a kid on Christmas, he understood your reminder for what it was: a sign of your defeat, as your body grew limp in his arms and you succumbed to his onslaught.

“I’ll tell her,” he assured you, pressing small kisses along your collarbones, fingers still buried deep inside of you. “I’ll tell her, baby.” He let out a little sigh in relief, stopping his mouthing at your skin to glue his forehead to yours once more. “I’ll tell her that was all there was to her.” His fingers curled, free hand dropping to cover your nape. “A quick fuck.” A small kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Someone to keep my bed warm while you were away.”

How did Steve ever fooled himself into believing anyone could ever fill the void that your death left? You were too special to him, too… you. No one could ever come close, no one would ever compare.

“Someone… Someone to keep me from being so lonely.” She may have fucked him, but what you and Steve shared… it was something else, something so much more. And he ached to have it again.

You two ended up in your bed almost in a trance, and it was only when his cock penetrated you that he felt like things were right again. Five years after he lost you, now he was whole. Now he was back with the love of his life.

He couldn’t stop kissing you and then pulling away to look into your eyes like he couldn’t believe you were really here, and you were now joined. Just the way he was looking at you, so soft, so filled with love… it was enough to have you creaming around him.

“Shit, you’re so sensitive,” he groaned upon feeling your walls tightly squeeze him. “So fucking sensitive…” Then your lips met again, in a mess of spit and tongue and nothing had ever felt quite as perfect, Steve thought. You parted from the kiss to release a long, melodic moan and he became even more enamored.

“God, I missed your sounds…” But it wasn’t the entire truth, and as he leaned down to kiss right over your left breast, inhaling your scent to fill his lungs with your presence, he corrected it, “I missed everything about you.

Some movement by the threshold of the bedroom’s door caught your attention, and you both were broken out of your bubble as you found Natasha right there, staring at the two of you together, limbs intertwined.

There was no denying what was going on, but you didn’t even try. For as much as you feared this exact situation, you couldn’t be bothered to push Steve away, stop him from thrusting in and out of you, regardless of the unwelcome guest who was very clearly torn between screaming and leaving.

But my words died out the second that I saw who it was that I had hit, the man still standing, offering me a firm hand to help me get up from the floor.

“Steve.” The name fell out of my lips instinctively, and it made the both of us flinch as I finally stood on my own two feet in front of him - not that it made that much of a difference. He always towered over almost everyone, anyway.

“Steve, hm… Hi,” I repeated his name, trying to make it sound normal, even though in the three years I’d been with him, I’d never addressed him as such. It was clear that he was thinking the same, his eyes darting between mine with a peculiar glint of reminiscence in them.

“Hi,” he greeted, voice softer than I expected it to be. He still hadn’t let go of my hand, and once my eyes fell on where we were both connected, he seemed to realize it, immediately letting it drop.

I tried to ignore the pang of sadness his reaction provoked in me.

“How have you been?” He tried to move past the awkward moment as I tried to wipe my sweaty hand as inconspicuously as possible. God, I hated this.

I’d never been a fan of small talk, but small talk with an ex that wasn’t really an ex because he used to pay you to be with him? Yeah, this wasn’t exactly top of my list of favorite things to do on a Friday night.

“I’ve been fine… Finished school, now I’m working for this little publishing house. Nothing major, but it makes me happy.” His eyes lit up at that, making a thousand little butterflies set flight in my stomach, and I averted my gaze as I cleared my throat to give me something else to focus on.

“That’s all I ever wanted for you.” I bit my lip to stop myself from doing something embarrassing, like bursting into tears in the middle of a supermarket. I didn’t know how to answer to that, so I decided to change the subject.

“You changed your hair.” Steve looked up as if he could see his own luscious strands, perfectly gelled back into the elegant look a CEO was expected to have. He seemed about to comment on the subject when a voice interrupted us.

“Daddy, daddy!” I saw the scene develop in slow motion, like a movie someone wanted me to pay particular attention to. The little boy - a perfect copy of Steve, or at least the Steve I met, with shorter, blonder hair, clean face - ran up to the man before me, who grimaced before he crouched to catch the boy in his arms.

“Hey, buddy.” He rubbed the boy’s back, but his eyes were fixed on me while my gaze was stuck on the kid. He had to be at least four years old. Which meant when Steve met me, he had already been born.

Another figure approached, this one tall enough to cast a shadow on  our paused conversation. “Sorry, I couldn’t contain him anymore. He’s hyped on sugar.” The brunette man gave an apologetic smile to Steve, who sighed.

“You’re the one who fed him donuts all day.” But the guy only shrugged, no guilt in his features. “Huh, Y/N, this is Bucky, my childhood best friend.” But I knew who he was. I knew all about him because I knew all of Steve’s secrets - or so I thought.

Because I didn’t know this. I didn’t know he cheated on someone with me.

Bucky seemed to feel the weight of the tension between us because he looked from Steve to me before reaching to take the boy again. “Let’s go over here, bud. I think I saw a claw machine.”

I was still so shocked that as the two of them left, I could only blink at Steve, who seemed to be waiting some sort of reaction from me.

“After his mother left me, I didn’t really have the time to worry about things like getting a haircut,” he tried to joke when he got tired of waiting, maybe hoping to ease the mood.

“It’s fine.” I cleared my throat again, finally snapping out of it as I searched for my cart again. “Uh, you look great. I should go now.” I was about to turn around and go back in the direction I’d come from when his hand seized my wrist.

“Wait,” he asked, making me freeze. “I- God, let me just…”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted, giving him what I hoped would translate as a polite smile, trying to pass it off as if what I said was true. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” But even as I said it, I could feel my anxiety through the roof, my need to sit down and analyze this almost overbearing.

And still, Steve’s grip kept me in place, his tone serious as he asked me, “So why do I feel like I do?” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, a shaky, nervous breath. I tried to smile, brushing my hair out of my face while he continued, “Look, Y/N… You still affect me greatly.”

He didn’t need to say it, his look was enough to make me aware that he knew I could say the same about you. “I don’t want you to think less of me.” Weirdly, I didn’t.

But I never got the chance to say it. Out of the corner of our eyes, we caught the familiar figures of his friend and his son approaching, and so he let me go, a sigh as he buried his hands in his pockets and commented, “I wish we had more time to catch up.”

I watched him carefully as I thought about my next move. I could let this go. I could say ‘yeah, but it was nice seeing you’, turn around and go back to my ordinary life. But now that I was here, in front of him, I didn’t want to go back to missing his presence in my life.

“Alright, I’m not gonna lie.” My eyes narrowed but I kept a teasing smile on my lips so he knew I wasn’t actually against the idea. “This sounds like one of your lines to get me to meet you at a coffee shop.”

The half-smile he opened up was at the same time boyish and seductive. “How about a restaurant?”

Jokingly huffing, I rolled my eyes as I complained, “Steeeeve!”

We both paused. The tone sounded too much like the one I employed when I was being bratty. But back then, I had never addressed him as anything other than daddy. As his actual child approached with the nickname on his lips, I bit my lip while watching him once again lean down to pick the little boy up.

“I’ll call you.” The look he sent me had shivers running down my spine, making me aware that as much as it was a promise, it might offer me all of the consequences of a threat.

Steve’s P.O.V.

She didn’t leave my mind for a single second ever since that night. I was eager to see her again - desperate for it, even. I knew there was so much I needed to tell her, stuff she deserved to know but I couldn’t explain back then.

I also missed her terribly. There hadn’t been a single day since I broke it all off that I hadn’t wondered how she was, if she was okay. I was glad she had managed to graduate and get her life together, but selfishly, I found myself wishing for the days when she still depended on me.

To my relief, she didn’t change her mind when I actually called to settle on a date, taking advantage of Bucky’s visit to leave Luke with him. She didn’t sound particularly excited about it, but I guess that much was understandable. In many ways, I was sort of an ex, and we both knew there were too many uncomfortable questions hovering over our heads to be able to ignore it when we were alone together.

So I was grateful when she took the first step and asked me, her eyes settled on her glass of wine. “Was it because of me?” We hadn’t spoken about the divorce ever since I picked her up, admiring the way she looked in the dark green dress, her legs teasing me from the slit on the side, and still I knew exactly what she was referring to.

I took a sip of my own glass of wine to find the courage to face this conversation, not because the subject hurt me, but because I was so desperate for one particular outcome. So I knew I had to play this carefully.

“No,” I admitted, connecting my eyes to hers so she could see the honesty in them. “My relationship was damaged enough already. You weren’t the reason for my divorce.”

Her shoulders relaxed after my initial explanation. I watched her breathe deeply after it, taking it in, accepting the truth deep in her bones. It felt good to let it out. It made me hopeful for the both of us.

But if I truly wanted this to end up the way I hoped, I knew I had to keep being honest, even though it was hard. “She was the reason why I broke it off with you, though.”

Her eyes widened at my confession, but other than surprise, I couldn’t really tell what other emotions she was feeling at that moment. So I kept opening my heart to her, in the hopes it’d make her see how much I missed our time together.

“I regret it ever since.” Our gazes remained locked for a significant moment before it all felt too real and too heavy and she averted her eyes, looking away before settling on the wine in front of her once more.

I wish I could just lean over and kiss her, worship her body the way I was able to. For all the happiness Luke brought to my life, I’d never forgive Natalie for making me leave Y/N because even if I had decided to give my marriage another chance back then, I already knew it was doomed to fail.

I knew it because I knew I was in love with the girl sitting in front of me.

I wondered if she still tasted the same. My gaze traveled down her body, as far as I could see considering the table between us, taking advantage of the pause in the conversation to drink in every delicious inch of her.

I was desperate to know. And I was not a man used to feeling desperate. So I adjusted myself on my seat, trying to keep myself comfortable despite the quickly hardening member between my legs, licking my lips before commenting, “I have to say… I’m finding incredibly difficult to be near you right now.”

“Why?” She quickly questioned, seizing the opportunity I presented to escape the heavy moment we had inadvertently fallen into. But she didn’t realize it was a trap - not until I opened the smirk I was trying to hide.

“Because I can’t help but think of all the times I’ve had you naked underneath me.” It was a calculated move, even though there was some risk to it. As a business man, I knew there was risk behind every valuable action.

And no action was as valuable as getting her back to me. When she averted her gaze and giggled, clearly flustered by my comment, I knew I’d managed to hit the jackpot and the overwhelming feeling of relief had me inhaling deeply.

“You always enjoyed my teasing, huh?” I pressed on, leaning over the table so I could speak lower and still have her listen to what I was saying. “Don’t you want me to ravish you right here, right now, baby? Show everyone in this restaurant who owns you?”

She was breathing heavily now, eyes sparkling with excitement and lust - I had no doubt that I looked the same. The silence now was just as powerful, but much more exciting as I waited for her move now.

“Take me home.” It finally came. “Right now.” A victorious smile took over my face as I stood up and reached for her hand, throwing some money on the table to cover for whatever expenses we had made.

“I love that you’re still as impatient for me as I am for you, princess.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

He brushed the hair away from my face as he cradled it with his huge palms, making me breathe hard just by the sheer reminder of how big everything about him was. “I need you to be sure,” he spoke against my lips, warm breath raising chills all over me. “I need to know that you truly want this.”

And I did. I truly, honestly, did. He made me feel things that I had never felt with anyone before or after I was with him and I wanted another taste - even if it was the last one I’d ever have.

“I want this,” I assured him, and that was all there was to it. He had to bend down to kiss me and I always found that endearing, but right then, after so many years without his taste on my lips, hunger was quickly taking control of the sweeter part of me. “I want you.”

His hands travels down my back until they reached my ass, but just palming it over my dress wasn’t enough for Steve. Quickly, they fell even lower, until he was able to hold the back of my thighs and pull me up to wrap my legs around his body.

It always amazed me how he was able to do this. Now that he had me in his arms, he held me by my ass, lips never separating from mine as he tried to make his way into my apartment without having to open his eyes.

“I think this would be easier if you let me walk,” I giggled, hiding my face in the crook of his neck as he groaned.

“All this effort to keep kissing you and you leave me hanging just to mock me?” More laughter escaped from me, a warm feeling in my chest at the realization that being with him was just as comfortable. We could still joke around while making out. In some ways, it was like nothing had changed at all.

When he deposited me on the floor again, we were by my bed now. For a second, Steve just stood there, looking me up and down, towering over me while I waited with bated breath.

“What do you call me, sweetheart?” I hadn’t heard that question in so long, it elicited shivers down my spine, my mouth falling open in a quiet gasp as he took my face in between his hands again.

“Daddy,” I was quick to answer, knowing Steve was not a patient manl. After all the time we spent apart, I could only imagine how little control he would have now that he was so close to fucking me again.

Steve nodded, tongue running over his lower lip before he leaned over me to kiss me once more. This time, he slipped his tongue inside of my mouth, taking control of our movements sensuously as I melted in his arms.

“Daddy wants to punish you, baby.” Those were the first words he spoke to me after we parted, in need of some oxygen despite our desires. Before I could ask for clarification, he provided it for me, “I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but I need this.”

“I promise I’ll make it feel good for the both of us.” It was a vow he didn’t need to voice. I believed it wholeheartedly. And I understood his request. He needed to release the angst of our separation, the overwhelming excitement of our encounter.

I could grant him that. With a nod, I stood on my tiptoes to deposit a kiss on his lips, sealing the deal. “Don’t let me hurt you, okay?” He pleaded, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones, but I could only smile.

“I want it to.” The most predatory smirk slowly spread over Steve’s lips, his eyes sparkling that dangerous dark glint that had me panting in anticipation.

“I’d forgotten how truly perfect for me you are.” The comment would have hurt if I had been granted any time to dwell on it, but Steve would never allow me that. No, he wanted to fuck me stupid, make me forget every single scar he’d ever given me.

And I was hungry for that.

In a quick move, with the ease of someone with years of practice, he got me rid of my dress and bent me over the bed, offering my ass to himself.

“God, you’re too sexy.” I was wet already, almost enough to drip down my thighs, so it wasn’t surprising that he shoved two fingers at once, setting a bruising pace right against my sweet spot.

I couldn’t believe after all this years he could still find it without any effort.

He pulled those digits off of me all of a sudden, leaving me empty, making me whine. His next comment explained me why. “So fucking sweet,” he moaned around his fingers and just the thought of it had me clenching around nothing, desperate to be stretched again.

He seemed to read my mind because he quickly returned to my pussy - with just one finger this time, his longest one, and it was in and out quickly.

The second I felt that same digit push against my puckered hole, I knew why. He also slipped his cock into me, penetrating me twice at the same time and it was all so debauched it had me moaning loudly to my empty room.

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you,” Steve warned once he was knuckle deep and bottomed out inside of me, free hand pulling me by my neck so he could whisper against the shell of my ear. “And you know why?”

He waited for me to answer, but all I could do was nod, heart beating madly against my chest, breath coming out of my open mouth. All of my senses seemed reduced to one thing and one thing only: the feeling of Steve’s cock stretching me out, filling me up.

“Because I want you to depend on me again.” The words had me gasping, especially since he paired them with his first thrust - a harsh thrust - and started to fuck me nice and deep and hard. “I want you to depend on me for everything.”

This shouldn’t make me so wet, should it? I prided myself on being self-sufficient, in the sense that I was able to work for everything I wanted in life - even when I needed to become a sugar baby to put myself through college. That was my decision. I could have stopped at any time and chosen another way to do that, and once Steve left my life, that’s precisely what I did.

But there was something to be said about the idea of not having to worry about anything. I didn’t feel guilty that I relished in it, in knowing this strong, handsome man wanted to provide me with everything I needed in life and make every decision for me, taking away all of the difficulties I could ever face.

It was a nice fantasy, and I could allow the both of us that reprieve.

Steve’s P.O.V.

“I want to own you,” I growled, possessiveness getting even more out of hand at her answering moan. It was obvious that the idea got her off and although we’d need to talk about how much truth there was in what I was saying, for the moment this was more than enough. Just knowing that the idea didn’t repulse her - that in some degree, she still wanted to be completely mine - was all I needed to feel the ambers of desire grow inside of me.

“Tell me, princess…” I panted over her, slowing my movements to hear her whine and witness the way she tried to fuck herself back against me, like she was truly desperate for my cock. “Did anyone touch what was mine?”

She didn’t answer me, and that was really everything I needed to know. Of course, I didn’t blame her for dating after spending so much time apart, but I also couldn’t help the pang of jealousy, my mind racing as images of her underneath someone else threatened to break me.

“Pathetic little slut,” I snarled, covering her throat with my hand as I resumed my forceful thrusts. “Spreading your legs to whomever can fill you… You just need to cum, don’t you? It doesn’t even matter if the person is any good at it, you just can’t help yourself.”

Her thighs trembled on each side of my body, denouncing her orgasm. I pulled her back to cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her screams so I could feed on them as we shared a kiss.

“No one can fuck you this good, baby.” It was a statement born more out of insecurity than the need to remind her of that, so the fact that she immediately began to nod, small little sounds of praise falling from her lips helped me find my confidence again. “No one understand what you need, isn’t that right?”

“Just you, daddy,” she was quick to answer. “Only you can make me cum. Please make me cum again, I want to drench your dick in my cum, daddy.”

“Holy fuck,” I cursed, having forgotten how nasty she could get when she fell deep into subspace, right when her cunt began clenching around me again. “No one feels this good, fuck,” I realized, hips stuttering for a second as I tried to control myself. “You’re always so good and tight.”

Her moans were driving me fucking insane. I gripped the meat of her ass to pull her back to me, knowing I was so fucking close to drive us both over that edge.

“Yes, princess,” I groaned when her moans became more high-pitched. “Scream for me, c’mon.” She came with a desperate cry that had me tempting to spill inside of her, but before I could do that, I had to ask, “Can I cum inside of you?”

Her pause warned me of what I already anticipated. She wasn’t on any birth control and the knowledge had me throbbing inside of her, frenzied in my desire to fill her up.

“Do it.” Her words were barely over a whisper, but there wasn’t any hesitancy on them. “Cum inside me.” A groan escaped my chest upon hearing her say that, so I had to hear it again.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Beg me for it,” he ordered, massaging my ass with those huge palms of his. He’d never done this before - we had never done this before. Risky sex wasn’t a part of the deal, and now I knew why.

“P-put a baby in me,” I voiced my deepest desire, the one I had hidden in the safe box where I kept our memories for so long. “Make me a mom, daddy. Please.”

The growl he let out at my addition was barely even human, as was the way he fucked me like this was his last hour on Earth and the last pussy he’d ever get to fuck

“Thank me for it, baby,” was his last command, right before his hips lost their rhythm and he gave me what I’d been asking for.

“Yes, thank you, daddy!” I screamed, the feeling of his warmth eliciting another small high for me, leaving me breathless. “Thank you,” I repeated, fingers at last relaxing to let go of the duvet I’d been gripping.

Sleep was welcoming me into its familiar arms with surprising speed, right as another pair set their grip around my body, pulling me into a hard yet gentle chest.

I guess you never really stop loving someone, do you?

Steve’s P.O.V.

I woke up startled after what felt like merely minutes, the absence of her weight resting over me heavy in all of the emptiness it left behind.

“Princess?” My hands reached over the spot by my side. She wasn’t there. I sat up on the bed in an instant, eager to find her near me. She couldn’t have left me alone in her apartment, could she? She knows better than that. She knows I’d wait for her to get back, however long that might be.

I found her in the kitchen, sitting in one of the counters with a glass of water in her hands and I wouldn’t have found the image so terrifying if it weren’t for two things.

She wasn’t wearing my shirt, which meant she had consciously decided to choose something to wear and didn’t want that something to be mine.

And her eyes were very clearly red when she raised her gaze to meet mine.

And still, I asked, “Why did you leave?”, standing by the threshold as I stared back at her, terrified of taking a step closer and scaring her away. When she averted her gaze, I already knew I wouldn’t like her answer.

“I can’t be the one being left again.” My heart shattered into a million pieces at her confession, much like it had done that evening so many moons ago when I closed the door behind me and walked out of her life, knowing I’d never be able to keep her off my mind.

My legs acted on their own accord, taking me closer to her so I could cradle her face, offer her some comfort. “Oh, sweetheart, no,” I whispered, running my thumb over her cheekbone before kissing her for an instant, hoping in that instant she’d come to understand how much she meant to me. “I don’t want to leave you again. I’m not going to,” I assured her before adding quietly, “not unless you ask me to.”

She accepted my proximity for a little bit before gently pushing me away. The second her skin wasn’t near mine, I felt cold and alone, despite her being right there.

“We don’t even know each other anymore, Steve.” She continued to avoid my eyes. “It’s been years.” It was the truth, even though it hurt me to admit it. But…

“I don’t care,” I stated, crossing the distance she had placed between us. “Please, let me make this right,” I begged, reaching out for her once more. “Let’s go on another date, whatever you need.”

Pressing kisses to her shoulder, I hugged her to me, unwilling to part from her warmth. “I promise this time will be different,” I assured her. “It’ll be so much better.”

Her fingers ran down my chest before she accepted my hug, making me shiver in excitement. “I want to date you, baby,” I repeated, voice a bit mumbled from keeping my lips pressed against her skin. “Just… come back to bed, okay? Let me wake up with you in my arms tomorrow, and from then on, we can figure it out.”

I pulled away to look into her eyes and she stared back into mine. I held my breath in anticipation, nervously waiting for any reaction until finally, she nodded.