"We shot Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter and summer vacation all in one day. Different backdrops. I knew all the presents under the tree were just empty boxes, but I didn't care. I wanted to open every single one... so just for a second it would feel real."
pairing: ex's older brother!steve rogers x female reader
summary: you break up with your boyfriend when he gives you a cruel gift, which leads to you getting bred by your ex's brother on christmas eve.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), body shaming from reader's ex/talk of insecurities, emotional hurt/comfort, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy breeding kink, dry humping, kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), aftercare, revenge sex with a happy ending
word count: 4.9k
a/n: here's my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18, @buckets-and-trees and @biteofcherry's Hoes for the Holidays event!! for this one, i used the prompt "Receiving an unexpected gift" and it's really not a nice gift 😅 this is the fic y'all voted to be about Steve as your ex's older brother (though it's different than my original idea 🫣). there's so many ideas in this one, i hope it comes together well, and that y'all enjoy it!! happy holidays 🎄❤️
You were so humiliated.
The sharp slam of the bedroom door behind you was momentarily satisfying, but it was quickly eclipsed by a fresh wave of shame washing through your body. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend—would do that to you. And in front of his whole family.
Tears of embarrassment pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you looked up at the ceiling to stop from crying. You refused to cry over that jackass and the unexpected gift he’d gotten you. You had other things to focus on than the memory of what had just happened.
You needed to make a plan to escape. You needed to pack and get out of there. But how on earth were you going to get home from your ex’s family’s mountain cabin on Christmas Eve?
A soft knock sounded at the door and, assuming it was your ex come to grovel, you called a quick, “Go away,” your voice thick with tears. You couldn’t face him, not if you didn’t want to end up in jail for murder on Christmas.
When the door opened anyway, you whirled around, ready to hiss and claw at the face of the man who’d humiliated you in front of his entire family during their Christmas Eve celebration. But you froze when you saw who it was.
It wasn’t your ex who slipped into the bedroom, but his older brother, Steve Rogers.
You blinked, your mind going entirely blank as it dawned on you that not only had your boyfriend—ex, you reminded yourself—denigrated you, he wasn’t even going to try to apologize for hurting you.
The numb, blankness only lasted another moment. Then anger, hot and roiling, churned in your belly, and you narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.
“What do you want?” you spit out, unable to contain your fury from spilling over and scalding Steve. Even if he didn’t have anything to do with the gift your ex had gotten you, he’d been a witness to your humiliation, and that was bad enough.
Steve’s hands lifted, like he was going to reach for you, but you snarled and took a step back, making sure you were out of his reach. He let his hands fall back to his sides and he looked at you with concern etched into his handsome face.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said. His blue eyes were sharp as they raked over your body, taking in the way your arms were wrapped around your middle like you were protecting yourself. “What he did…” Steve trailed off, shaking his head like he didn’t have the words to complete that sentence.
Your ex’s older brother swiped his hand down his face, and the movement brought your attention to the angry, broken skin on Steve’s knuckles. There was a small cut on the middle one, like the skin had split open when he’d hit something. Or someone.
That thought had you looking closer at Steve.
You didn’t know your ex’s older brother very well. Although you’d been dating your ex for most of the year, you’d only met his family when you’d arrived at their cabin a few days before Christmas to celebrate the holiday with them. You’d cancelled your own plans for the trip, and you’d been excited to get to know Steve and your ex’s parents.
But the days had been a little awkward and… weird.
First, there was your ex’s mom’s reluctance when you’d offered to bake some Christmas cookies based on your family’s recipes. She’d claimed she didn’t like letting anyone else into her kitchen so soon before Christmas, and that she was sure her family wanted their usual cookies.
You’d been prepared to leave it there, but Steve had interjected and said the cookies you wanted to make sounded delicious. He’d given his mother a look you couldn’t quite interpret and told her it would be good for the family to try something new.
Then there was the day your ex’s dad had taken him skiing, even though he’d known the two of you were supposed to go into town for some last-minute shopping. The shopping day had been your ex’s idea, but as soon as his father suggested skiing, he’d forgotten your plans entirely.
With him and his dad gone, and his mom busy in the kitchen, you were left on your own. You ended up reading in front of the fireplace, where you’d been joined by Steve, who stoked the fire in between sketching in a sketchbook and making occasional conversation with you.
In fact, as you looked back on the days leading up to Christmas, you’d spent more time with your ex’s brother than the man you’d been dating. Even though you’d been dating his brother, Steve had been there for you, supporting you and making sure you didn’t feel alone.
That realization had you finally softening, and you stepped closer to him. Steve stayed still as you snagged his hand, wrapping your fingers gently around his wrist and lifting it so you could look at his split knuckles.
“What happened?”
Steve heaved a heavy sigh, ruffling his blond hair with his other hand. “I decked my brother,” he said simply, and when his eyes met yours, his gaze was entirely unrepentant. “He deserved it for how he treated you.”
Vindication, swift and vicious, stole through your heart, and you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from curving up into an evil smile. “Did it hurt? Did he cry?”
A surprised laugh tumbled from Steve, and he shot you a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Probably… and yeah, a little.”
“Good.”
Steve laughed again, softer, the warmth of it almost affectionate, but then he sobered, his expression turning serious. He tangled his fingers loosely with yours, gently tugging you closer, and you stumbled willingly into his arms.
With his undamaged hand, he cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his.
“Are you okay, angel?” he asked, looking deep into your eyes. He sounded so much like he genuinely cared that his question finally pierced through the armor of anger you’d wrapped around yourself.
Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and in the face of Steve’s kindness and care, you couldn’t stop them from falling. You shook your head in response to his question as tears spilled down your cheeks, as much an answer as you could muster.
“Fuck,” Steve cursed softly, pulling you into a tight hug. He wrapped you up in his sturdy arms and tucked your head against his shoulder, his palms skating up and down your spine over the fabric of your dress.
There, in the safety of Steve’s arms, you allowed yourself to fall apart. The dam burst and you sobbed into Steve’s sweater while he held you close, keeping you warm and steady while you cried.
You didn’t know how long you spent crying, but Steve didn’t rush you. He held you patiently while you sobbed through the hurt, never hurrying you or making you feel silly for your outburst, just whispering words of comfort and encouraging you to let it all out.
“I j-just can’t believe I wasted almost a year with someone so cruel,” you lamented when you could finally manage words, your voice muffled by the soft cotton of Steve’s sweater. “He knows how insecure I’ve been f-feeling, and that’s how he responds!?”
“He’s an immature, dipshit knucklehead, that’s for sure,” Steve rumbled, his voice low and angry enough to be a growl. But he quickly reined in his anger and cupped your cheek, guiding you to look at him. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and for what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Your emotions were a tangle of thorns wrapped around your heart, but Steve’s declaration loosened the briers as hope—and something else—flooded in between your ribs. Overwhelmed, you buried your face back in his chest, unable to stop the memories of what had happened from bullying their way into your mind.
It was tradition for the Rogers family to have a nice dinner on Christmas Eve, and then sit by the fire as each member of the family opened one of their gifts. You’d worn a long-sleeved velvet dress that hugged your curves and made you feel pretty, though couldn’t help but notice your ex hadn’t commented on whether he thought you looked nice.
After dinner, your ex had insisted you open a present first because you were a guest. He’d pulled a long, thin box from under the tree, explaining the gift was from him, and your heart had raced with excitement.
The shape of the box looked like something that would contain a bracelet or a necklace, and you were already envisioning wearing whatever jewelry was inside for the rest of the trip. But when you’d pulled off the wrapping paper and opened the box, there wasn’t any jewelry inside.
Instead, it was a gift card to a gym near your apartment.
You’d felt your face go blank with horror, your mouth dropping open as you tried to process the cruelty of the unexpected gift. You didn’t want a gym membership. You wanted to feel better about your body, but the gift implied that your body was something that needed to be fixed.
Your ex must’ve mistaken your expression for confused surprise because he’d explained he knew how you’d been feeling insecure about your body. There’d been a hint of laughter in his tone while he’d said he wanted to help you lose weight.
He’d said it was really a Christmas present for both of you.
And the worst part was, both of his parents had laughed. They’d laughed like it was some silly, harmless joke, and your heart wasn’t crumbling because your boyfriend of nearly a year was confirming your worst insecurities were true—he didn’t like the way you looked. He wanted you to change.
In that moment, something snapped in you. Anger flooded in on the heels of humiliation, and you let it guide you. Chucking the box and the gift card at your boyfriend’s head, you’d told him in no uncertain terms that you were done, your relationship was over, then you’d stormed upstairs to escape and be alone.
That is, until Steve showed up.
You clung to your ex’s older brother like he was the life preserver keeping you afloat in the ocean of unspeakable horrors that had become your Christmas, crying into his chest until you had no more tears left. He held you tight the whole time, his arms a comforting weight around your waist, his hands soothing up and down your spine.
When you’d finally cried yourself out and calmed down a little, you pulled back and blinked at Steve through your tears. You knew you must’ve looked a mess, but you felt raw and vulnerable and there was something he’d said that lingered in the back of your mind—and you just had to know.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
The question was dredged up from the very pit of your soul, where your insecurities clawed at your sense of self, and you knew you sounded pitiful as you asked it, but you needed Steve’s answer. You needed to know if he’d been telling the truth or just telling you what he thought you wanted to hear.
With a sound of surprise, Steve’s handsome face softened at your question. He cupped your cheek in his warm, calloused palm, his thumb brushing away your tears, his expression earnest.
“I do, sweetheart,” he said, his words like a promise. “I thought you were gorgeous from the moment I met you—and even though I don’t know you well, I know you’re way too good for my little brother.”
A delighted, hiccuping laugh spilled from your lips before you could bite it back, your heart soaring at the sincerity in Steve’s words. He chuckled affectionately at your reaction, and used the cuff of his sweater to clean up as much of your ruined makeup as he could manage.
When he was done, Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead that was so sweet, your heart banged against your ribs with longing.
“I wish I’d met you first, Steve,” you murmured, the admission slipping out before you could think better of it. But it was true.
The whole time you’d been at the cabin, Steve had been the steady support you’d needed. You’d tried not to resent your ex while you’d still been with him, but since your relationship was over, you could yearn for his brother as much as you wanted. And you realized you’d been pining for him since not long after you’d arrived at the cabin.
Steve blew out a sigh, looking over your shoulder as something like regret flitted across his features. “I do, too, angel,” he said, so quietly that you weren’t sure if the words were meant for you.
But then he returned his gaze to your face, and an electric bolt of awareness zipped down your spine. Steve meant what he said—he wanted you, maybe just as badly as you wanted him. The realization hit your bloodstream with the fizzy delight of a glass of champagne, and it gave you the courage to be brave.
“Steve, will you kiss me?” you asked in a soft voice, hardly daring to hope you’d get what you wanted. “Please?”
It took a moment for Steve to process your question, and when he did, he went perfectly still—except for his eyes, which darkened infinitesimally as they roved over your face, like he was trying to read your thoughts in your expression.
“Sweetheart…” Steve started, trailing off like he didn’t know what to say. He swallowed and finally asked, “Why?”
“Because fuck my ex,” you said, parsing through your twisted emotions as you spoke and letting your heart guide your words. “Because I want to hurt him—and I didn’t get a chance to hit him like you did.”
Steve huffed a laugh at that, but didn’t interrupt the spill of your words, and it gave you the space to be honest with him, in a way you never were with your ex.
“Because I want to be kissed by someone who thinks I’m beautiful,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion. You held Steve’s gaze as you went on. “Because I deserve to be kissed by someone who cares about me, especially after the horrible Christmas Eve I’ve had.”
Affection shone bright in Steve’s eyes as he stared back at you, a small smile curving his mouth. “So it’s more than just a revenge kiss?”
“Yeah,” you answered truthfully, sliding your hands up the front of his chest and settling them on his shoulders. “I want this, Steve—I want you.”
“I can work with that,” Steve murmured, slanting his mouth to yours and giving you the kiss you’d asked for.
It started soft, just a sweet brush of lips, tentative and exploring and wonderful. Then, when you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of him, Steve deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped past your parted lips and he swallowed your breathy whimpers of pleasure, kissing you so thoroughly, so sweetly, you knew he was liable to ruin you.
But you welcomed his destruction. You reveled in it.
Wrapping your arms around Steve’s shoulders, you pushed up onto your tiptoes to kiss him harder, climbing his body to get closer. With a grunt, he spun you around, presing your back to the closed door while he pushed his knee between your thighs, kissing you harder.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel better than I imagined,” Steve groaned, ducking his head to leave lingering kisses down the curve of your neck. His hands slid up your sides, groping your tits and grabbing handfuls of your ass, helping you to grind on him.
“You imagined kissing me?” you asked, your voice breathless with desire, whimpering when your clit rubbed against the firm muscle of Steve’s thigh through your clothes.
“Mm, I imagined a lot more than that,” Steve murmured, kissing his way back up to your mouth. For a long moment, you were quieted by him stealing the breath from your lungs, but you weren’t distracted so easily.
When Steve pulled away, leaving you gasping for air and writhing between him and the door, you asked, “What else did you imagine?”
Steve braced one of his arms against the door above you head, using his other hand to guide your hips to keep humping against his thigh. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and his eyes grew even darker as he watched pleasure dance across your face.
“I’ve imagined fucking you in every room of this cabin,” Steve confessed, his voice a low, delicious rumble that sent shivers all the way down to your toes. “Wanted to make you come on my tongue while your cookies baked, wanted to fuck you in front of the fire.”
You moaned softly at Steve’s words, enjoying the picture they painted of a very different kind of Christmas while you rubbed yourself on his thigh, your hip bumping against the bulge in his pants.
“God, fuck, sweetheart, I’ve fucked my hand every day and night since you got here, thinking about sinking my cock into your tight, warm pussy,” Steve said, his voice strained as he buried his face in your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin. “I didn’t care that you were my brother’s girlfriend, I wanted you—I want you so bad, angel.”
“I’m not his girlfriend anymore,” you reminded your ex’s older brother, your words practically a purr against the shell of his ear. “Take me, Steve, fuck me. I want you, too, please.”
You’d barely gotten your last word out before Steve was wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you away from the door. He tossed you down on the bed and it wasn’t until you landed, his scent surrounding you, that you realized you were in Steve’s room.
In your haste to get away from your ex and his awful, laughing parents, you’d shut yourself in Steve’s room rather than the one you’d been staying in, or the room where your ex had been sleeping. That was…a choice you’d parse out another time.
As Steve climbed onto the bed, you were too focused on him, and the task of helping each other get out of your clothes to think too hard about what it meant that you’d sought sanctuary in your ex’s older brother’s room.
When you were both nearly naked—you in a matching set of red lingerie while he wore a pair of black boxer briefs—Steve reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a condom. But you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and stayed his hand.
“Don’t,” you said, fighting through the fog of lust to get the words out that you wanted to say. “I always used condoms with him—I want you to fuck me bare, Steve.”
Your ex’s brother froze above you, his mouth dropping open in surprise. Then, a slow, smug smirk spread across his face. “You want me to fuck you raw, baby?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “Want me to fill up your pussy until you’re dripping my come down your thighs? Ya want me to breed you, angel?”
Your heart was racing in your chest, but all you felt was excitement, a giddy grin curving your lips as you nodded.
“Yes, please, Steve,” you begged eagerly, spreading your thighs wider so his bulge pressed against your soft mound. “Want you to come deep in my pussy, fill me up completely.” Your smile turned evil, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “C’mon, Stevie, breed your brother’s ex-girlfriend.”
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, his eyes sliding closed as he dropped the condom back onto his bedside table. His arms dug beneath your body, crushing you to his chest while he buried his face in your neck. “You on the pill, sweetheart? Because I might put a baby in your belly if you’re not.”
A delicious shiver skated down your spine, and it surprised you how much you didn’t hate the idea of Steve putting a baby in you. It was almost a shame that you were on birth control, but that didn’t stop a little recklessness from taking over.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to beat it,” you murmured, tugging on one of Steve’s arms until he pushed himself up, giving you his hand while he watched what you were doing. You guided his palm to press against your lower stomach, smirking when you felt his cock twitch against our pussy. “Knock me up, Steve. Stuff me full of so much come, there’s no way it doesn’t take. Breed me—please.”
Something seemed to snap in Steve, his handsome face twisting into a mask of lust and his eyes going dark and hazy with need. In just a few quick seconds, he stripped you out of your bra and panties and tossed them, along with his briefs, somewhere in his room.
It wasn’t until his bare cock slid against the slick slit of your pussy that he paused, and his gaze cleared when he caught your eye. “Are you sure, angel?” he asked, rocking between your thighs and fucking between your folds to coat his hard length in your desire.
You smiled up at Steve, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. It was slow and decadent, the way your lips moved against his, your tongue slipping briefly into his hot mouth before you pulled back with a grin.
“Am I sure I wanna be bred by my ex’s brother on Christmas Eve?” you shot back teasingly, not giving Steve a chance to respond before you answered your own question. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s hot as fuck.”
At your playful response, Steve paused, a conflicted look passing across his features for the first time. You reminded yourself that he cared for you—really cared—so you gave him a more serious answer.
“Hey, this is what I want,” you told him, skimming your hands up his biceps and over his shoulders. “I’m on the pill, so it’s not likely to take. But if it does…maybe it’s fate.” You shrugged a shoulder. “Or maybe I get a morning after pill.”
The expression clouding Steve’s face cleared and he must’ve been reassured by your words because he grinned. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, pulling him down for another soft, sweet kiss. “Now, fuck me, Stevie. Please.”
Steve chuckled against your cheek, lining up with your tight hole and pushing inside, his laughter choking off in a groan when he felt your heat envelop him. “Fuck, baby, that’s it, take my cock,” he rumbled, pushing deep into your slick cunt.
You cried out at the warmth of his bare cock and the stretch of him filling you up; your back bowed off the bed as you bore down, trying to take him even deeper. With a few more thrusts, Steve worked his cock into you, and when he was finally fully seated, he paused to kiss you while you adjusted to his size.
“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked with a grin, pressing his forehead to yours and nuzzling your nose. “Ready for me to fuck you full of come and put a baby in your pretty belly, huh?”
“Ready, ready,” you mumbled, rocking your hips beneath Steve’s body, fucking yourself on his cock. “Please, breed me, Stevie!”
With a half-feral groan, Steve started to fuck you, rolling his hips in a maddening rhythm, pulling out of you only to press back in until the tip of his cock brushed your cervix. He fucked you in slow, languid strokes that drove you wild, sweat gathering at his brow and making your skin glisten.
“Breed me, breed me, breed me,” you chanted breathlessly, hooking your thighs over his hips and meeting his thrusts with your own rocking hips.
Gradually, Steve picked up the pace, fucking you hard and deep, the bed frame knocking against the wall with every thrust. Neither of you cared, though, too lost in each other, your moans filling the room alongside the sounds of Steve’s hips clapping against your thighs.
“You feel so fucking good, baby, such a perfect fucking angel taking my cock,” Steve growled against your mouth in between hungry kisses. “Gonna breed your pussy, baby, gonna stuff you full while your cunt milks me dry. Gonna make you all fucking mine.”
Steve’s possessive words sparked even more pleasure in your body, and you hurtled toward your release. Burying your face in his collarbone, you mumbled urgently, “Ahh, Stevie, ‘m close!”
“That’s my girl, come on my cock, angel,” he growled, grabbing your thighs and pushing your legs toward your chest, bending you in half and mounting you in a mating press. The change in position had the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and you moaned loudly. “So fucking gorgeous—you’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
The praise and the pleasure from Steve’s mouth and body was too much. It all sent you careening over the edge, tumbling into ecstasy with a shrill cry of his name. “Steve!”
Exquisite pleasure crashed over you in endless waves, your own release sparking his. Steve’s thrusts turned wild as he chased his release, then he buried his face in your neck and groaned so loud, you felt the sound down to your bones.
Inside you, Steve’s cock twitched and you felt him plunge deep, the tip of his dick pressed to your cervix as he spilled inside you. Steve flooded your pussy with his seed, feeding your womb with rope after rope of come.
It sent new fluttering waves of pleasure through your pussy to know there was a possibility that he was breeding you for real, that his seed might take and he might knock you up. You hugged him closer, threading your fingers through his hair and bringing his face to yours for a messy, feral kiss.
The slide of you mouth against Steve’s slowed as you both came down from your peaks. For a long while, you made out in his bed, his softening cock still buried deep in your cunt and your hips tilted up as if you both hoped he would really put a baby in your belly.
“Still wanna get that morning after pill, sweetheart?” Steve asked when he finally pulled away, pushing up onto one arm enough to look at your face. When he saw how pleasure-drunk you were, a grin spread across his face.
It took a moment for you to process his question and when you did, you heaved a sigh. “I probably should,” you said, then muttered, “It’s the responsible thing to do.”
Steve just hummed like he’d agree to whatever you wanted to do, then gathered you up in his arms and rolled over. He took you with him, grabbing a blanket and covering your cooling bodies while he kept you pinned against him.
You snuggled deeper into his chest and let out a sigh of contentment as you let yourself melt into his warmth and comfort. You could make a decision about the morning after pill later, when you weren’t feeling reckless enough to hope your ex’s brother had knocked you up.
After a short while, Steve’s voice brought you back from the edge of sleep.
“Spend Christmas with me.”
You let out a little sound of sleepy confusion, having been lulled into a doze by his fingers skating up and down your spine. At his invitation, though, you roused, lifting your head to look at your ex’s older brother. “What?”
“My best friend, Bucky Barnes, has a cabin nearby,” Steve explained, his eyes sharp as they watched your face. “D’you wanna get out of here and spend the rest of Christmas there—with me?”
You only had to think about it for a minute. It was already Christmas Eve, but you couldn’t stay another minute at your ex’s family’s cabin. And you didn’t want to spend all of Christmas trying to get home. Besides, you didn’t want to leave Steve just yet. It was an easy decision.
“That sounds perfect, Stevie.”
Once the plan was made, you and Steve moved quickly. You packed up your things, then he carried your bags down the stairs of the cabin. Only your ex was still awake, and you were gratified to see the black eye forming on his face.
He sneered some comment about how you moved on quickly, and you shot back that you were simply trading up for the better Rogers brother.
Before your ex could respond, Steve stepped in. He told his brother he was leaving with you and their parents shouldn’t expect him back for Christmas—or ever, unless they all apologized to you. At that, your ex looked a little shell-shocked, which made it easier for you and Steve to make your exit.
You spent the rest of your holiday with your ex’s older brother, shacked up at a cabin in the mountains, just the two of you. He fucked you in every room, in every position, filling you up with his come until he did end up putting a baby in your belly.
That year, Steve Rogers gave you a baby for Christmas, and it was the perfect gift to start of the rest of your life together.
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