he likes just watching you at first. the intimacy of the moment, you washing your hair and your body. it’s calming, seeing the water run over you. the calm look on your face.
he likes when you try to reach up and wash his hair for you. wet chest pressed against his, fingers stretching up to his scalp.
once you’ve finished cleaning yourself, he gets bold, kissing you, pressing you against the shower wall. the shower is still running, washing over the two of you as he holds you tight against the wall.
he lifts your thighs up, and taps them lightly as you wrap your legs around his waist. he mumbles a gentle “good girl.” and lets his lips trail down to the top of your boobs.
once he’s done assaulting your collarbone and neck with kisses and nibbles, he finally adjusts you, his tip now teasing your soaking entrance.
he’s hard, and big. thick, veiny, it makes you bite your lip. he pushes in, and you cry out.
after settling him self in there for a minute, he finally starts to move inside of you. slow, rough thrusts at first, that have your back gently slapping against the wall, and your moans getting louder.
he speeds up, whispering into your ear. “so good f’me.” “my girl, huh? all mine.” “you like it like this, against the wall.”
and god you do. you love it like this. and you can feel your orgasm coming close. he can feel you clenching and he can hear your moans shift into breathier, “yesyesyesyes”’s.
he lets you cum first, always the gentleman, and fucks you through it, chasing his own orgasm. when he does finish, it’s with a grunt of your name, and his wet forehead pressed against yours.
he washes your body again gently after that, peppering soft kisses all over your body.
it's probably one of his favourite things to do when he can't see you in person.
he loves the build up, working himself up til he's painfully hard. tip a deep shade of purple and leaking through his boxers. he makes sure if he's going to send something that he puts effort into making it worth your while.
pulling his member out, his hand wrapped around the bottom of the base, band of his boxers strapped under his balls. his dick leaning against his lower stomach, following these pictures are the most foul fucking phrases.
'so fucking hard for you, gonna stuff you full of my cum next time you're here.'
'send me your cunt now.'
'shove as many fingers into that pink pussy for me ;)'
and you wasted no time sending something back, lingerie mirror pictures, back pussy shots, toys and fingers buried deep inside you.
that only made him more aggressive, if he wasn't practically humping his fucking fist he was now. desperate to feel as close to you as possible.
the next text to come through is always a video, his cock in pain view as he fucks himself with his palm chasing a release. his moans and hushed curses.
'fuck, please baby I need you so bad.'
'gonna cum so hard to you.'
'wish I was there showing you how to take care of that pussy.'
'don't cum yet, I'm so close.'
eventually it turns into a video call, his desperate whiny moans still finding a way to dominate you.
'fucking keeps those legs spread.'
'dont your dare cum without me.'
'fucking desperate slut, aren't you?'
he has a private folder with all your photos and videos for his own personal collection.
it's probably one of his favourite things to do when he can't see you in person.
he loves the build up, working himself up til he's painfully hard. tip a deep shade of purple and leaking through his boxers. he makes sure if he's going to send something that he puts effort into making it worth your while.
pulling his member out, his hand wrapped around the bottom of the base, band of his boxers strapped under his balls. his dick leaning against his lower stomach, following these pictures are the most foul fucking phrases.
'so fucking hard for you, gonna stuff you full of my cum next time you're here.'
'send me your cunt now.'
'shove as many fingers into that pink pussy for me ;)'
and you wasted no time sending something back, lingerie mirror pictures, back pussy shots, toys and fingers buried deep inside you.
that only made him more aggressive, if he wasn't practically humping his fucking fist he was now. desperate to feel as close to you as possible.
the next text to come through is always a video, his cock in pain view as he fucks himself with his palm chasing a release. his moans and hushed curses.
'fuck, please baby I need you so bad.'
'gonna cum so hard to you.'
'wish I was there showing you how to take care of that pussy.'
'don't cum yet, I'm so close.'
eventually it turns into a video call, his desperate whiny moans still finding a way to dominate you.
'fucking keeps those legs spread.'
'dont your dare cum without me.'
'fucking desperate slut, aren't you?'
he has a private folder with all your photos and videos for his own personal collection.
jason had a nasty habit for being a head pusher, but he just couldn't help it. the way you gagged around him as he pushed your head further down his cock, spit gargling in the back of your throat as you dragged your nails deep into the skin on the back of his thighs.
red trail marks that sent a sensation straight to the head of his dick. leaking all over your buds across your tongue, a warm salty taste. his favourite part though, was when he pulled himself back out to let you actually breathe.
your mouth hung open and tongue dangling out of your mouth like a panting, needy dog. eyes half lidded in a fucked out state as his cock sat heavy and hot on your tongue. you could literally see the steam rising off it from your point of view.
he tilted your head back more, forcing you to look up at him with those dead eyes.
"you ready for some more?" his voice was taunting with a hint of care, he would never push you past your limit unless you asked. when you nodded in response, your dry mouth beginning to water as he slid himself back into your mouth, letting you hollow cheeks around him and swirling your tongue along the frenulum.
"oooh fuuuuck yeahhhh" the way he dragged those words past his lips as a praise, how he relished in the fact you not only sucked cock but looked so fucking good while you did it. stuffed to the brim by his thickness, veins pressed flush against your lips. a slight discomfort to your jaw was worth the price of getting him off.
and when he jerked himself as he was bottoming out on your face and tits, watching you drop your tongue out and taste him.
if he was bad for anything it was the multiple orgasms it took to actually wear him out. destroying each and every one of your holes just to satisfy his needs.
jason had a nasty habit for being a head pusher, but he just couldn't help it. the way you gagged around him as he pushed your head further down his cock, spit gargling in the back of your throat as you dragged your nails deep into the skin on the back of his thighs.
red trail marks that sent a sensation straight to the head of his dick. leaking all over your buds across your tongue, a warm salty taste. his favourite part though, was when he pulled himself back out to let you actually breathe.
your mouth hung open and tongue dangling out of your mouth like a panting, needy dog. eyes half lidded in a fucked out state as his cock sat heavy and hot on your tongue. you could literally see the steam rising off it from your point of view.
he tilted your head back more, forcing you to look up at him with those dead eyes.
"you ready for some more?" his voice was taunting with a hint of care, he would never push you past your limit unless you asked. when you nodded in response, your dry mouth beginning to water as he slid himself back into your mouth, letting you hollow cheeks around him and swirling your tongue along the frenulum.
"oooh fuuuuck yeahhhh" the way he dragged those words past his lips as a praise, how he relished in the fact you not only sucked cock but looked so fucking good while you did it. stuffed to the brim by his thickness, veins pressed flush against your lips. a slight discomfort to your jaw was worth the price of getting him off.
and when he jerked himself as he was bottoming out on your face and tits, watching you drop your tongue out and taste him.
if he was bad for anything it was the multiple orgasms it took to actually wear him out. destroying each and every one of your holes just to satisfy his needs.
ex bf!jason todd, who still has your nail marks gathered down his back from the last time he fucked you after just another fight, and he refuses to let the scratches heal. so late at night, when he’s showering under hot, steaming water, he deliberately drags his own nails over the injured skin. just to keep them there, alive.
ex bf!jason todd, who leaves bites on the inside of your thighs every time he goes down on you during one of your… whatever you call it. his sharp canines digging into the soft flesh, strong enough to make you try and push him away by grabbing his hair. the next day, you see the trace of his teeth there, haunting you.
ex bf!jason todd, who keeps a private album of blurry videos and photos from when you were together. his favorite to watch? the one where you’re riding him slow, tits bouncing just for the camera, your face twisted in pleasure, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.
ex bf!jason todd, who gets hard (the outline of his heavy cock unmistakable over his sweatpants) the second you slap him across the face whenever he was just yelling too much bullshit at you, not letting you speak. the next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter, soaked, ruined panties pulled aside, and your pussy stuffed full of him.
ex bf!jason todd, who still texts you at strange hours. 12:30 a.m., you know he’s back from patrol, and your phone lights up with a voice note from him. you hear his breathing, ragged and hard, then the wet sound of his fist pumping his cock, a low: “fuck, can’t stop thinking about you, baby.” and you should feel ashamed of yourself, because immediately your thighs squeeze together, looking for some relief.
ex bf!jason todd, who ties your wrists with his belt when he has you (once again) under him. not for the play, nor the adrenaline, but because he doesn’t trust himself anymore to not choke you when you say you’re done with him. this time for “good.” he fucks you raw, still refuses to use a condom because he knows there’s no one else. oh, he makes sure of it himself.
ex bf!jason todd, who tries to shove you away whenever you show up at his place, in nothing but shorts and a hoodie that used to be his. but instead, you end up on your knees in front of him, the warmth of your palm trying to wrap the base of his cock while he fucks your throat. and when he finally comes, he waits, until you choke on every drop, then pulls out, grips your jaw open and spits straight to your mouth. “swallow,” he rasps out, low, final.
ex bf!jason todd, who swears this is the last time, and makes you think so too. but the fights are too good, the yelling and the aftermath of sinking into your cunt makes it even better, so he just can’t leave you, right? he needs you. and for best or worst, you do too. so you always leave the door unlocked, because you know he’s coming back.
Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.
Bucky couldn’t care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.
Loving, gentle, soft as silk.
Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.
He had to have you.
"Babydoll"
You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.
"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.
"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-
“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.
"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-
"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"
He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"
He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...
No.
"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.
"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”
He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.
He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.
"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"
"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.
"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"
He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-
"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.
pairing: brother's best friend!steve rogers x female reader
summary: when your brother's best friend interrupts your quiet moment in the hot tub, the tension between you two reaches a boiling point.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, choking, biting, bit of dacryphilia, brief chase kink, bdsm undertones, bratting/brat taming, check-ins, sir kink, dirty talk, very possessive dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sunshine, baby), teasing, begging, referenced marathon sex, aftercare, emotions, sort of enemies to lovers, happy ending. Steve is a fucking menace in this—you've been warned.
word count: 6.6k
a/n: ahhh Eva, thank you for sending in this prompt!!! it sparked an idea that got away from me a little bit and i ended up writing a much longer fic than i was planning for this event 😅 but i had so so so much fun writing these two, especially reader's bratty antagonism and how Steve meets her challenging provocations. i hope you enjoy what i came up with, thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
The midnight mountain air was chilly, serving as a delightful contrast to the deliciously heated water of the hot tub you were submerged in up to your shoulders. Leaning your head back on the edge, you reveled in feeling snowflakes alight on your face before quickly melting into your warm skin.
It was peaceful, and a rare moment alone, everyone else having gone to bed while you’d decided to soak in the chalet’s outdoor hot tub. It was so nice, in fact, that you should've known your brother's best friend, Steve Rogers, would ruin it.
"Mind if I join you?"
His voice was made all the more irritating by how pleasing you found it—so deep and steady in the silence of the wintry night. It had only gotten under your skin more and more as each day passed while you were at the mountain chalet with your brother and both your friends for a week-long ski trip. After almost the full week, you were over it.
You lifted your head briefly, intent on giving Steve a disinterested look that would hopefully be cold enough to send him packing back to his room. But then you got a look at your brother’s best friend wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and the sight of so much bare, golden skin on display had your belly clenching and your mind short-circuiting.
As quick as you could, you let your head fall back to the lip of the hot tub, arranging your face in an expressionless mask as you stared up into the dark night sky. Your mind raced with only one thought—it was indecent how good Steve looked in a pair of simple black swim trunks.
"If you must," you said, barely paying attention to the words as you offered him a careless wave of your hand.
You tried not to notice the way the water swished and swirled as Steve climbed gracefully into the hot tub. And you refused to acknowledge the way your body warmed further with his presence. The water was simply hotter because there was another person in the hot tub. That was all.
But in the deepest corners of your own mind, even you had to admit it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the crush you had on Steve Rogers. Especially after so many days in such close proximity to the man.
Your crush had taken such deep root in your heart so long ago that it felt like a part of you. And no matter how many years you’d spent denying it, acting out against Steve to make sure no one—especially not him—knew your true feelings, you couldn’t hide the truth from yourself.
All you could do was bury it deep in your heart and hope no one ever discovered the truth of how you really felt about your brother’s best friend.
"Fuck, that feels good," Steve groaned as he relaxed into the opposite corner of the hot tub from where you sat.
The sound of his pleasure did obscene things to your body. Your skin tingled with sparks of lust as heat gathered low in your belly, while a thrumming ache bloomed in your core that had you pressing your thighs together. It was all you could do to bite back a needy whimper and stop yourself from squirming beneath the water.
To distract yourself, you lifted your head again and glanced at Steve. For the briefest of moments, you were both relieved and disappointed to find so much of his glorious chest obscured by water, the surface of which bubbled and foamed from the jets in the hot tub.
"I don't think I've ever heard the golden boy swear before," you taunted, using the mocking nickname you’d given him a long time ago. You were trying to needle him, to get under his skin in the way that his mere presence did to you, so you shot him your most infuriating smirk.
But Steve didn't rise to the bait. He only chuckled good-naturedly, though there was a slight edge to it that had you holding your breath and waiting for what he'd say next.
"Y'know, I'm not as much of a goody two-shoes as you might think."
It was damn near traitorous the way your body reacted to Steve's declaration, every part of you sitting up at attention—your nipples perking up so much, you were thankful they were hidden beneath the water. Even your pussy gave a dull throb like she thought she might be getting some prime dick that night, and you had squeeze your thighs to stave off the ache.
While your body rioted in response, outwardly you did your best to give Steve the coolest look you could muster, making a show of rolling your eyes.
"Sure you're not, golden boy," you drawled, sarcasm dripping from your voice like icicles melting in the bright sun.
You were rewarded by a flash of emotion in Steve's eyes—something like glee, but darker—but you were quickly distracted when he stood up, water sluicing obscenely down his chiseled chest. You tracked its descent like it was the most riveting thing you'd ever seen, and you only realized your mistake when Steve gave an amused snort.
"Have you had sex in a hot tub, sunshine?" Steve asked, prowling slowly toward you, an evil, knowing smirk on his stupid, handsome face.
You hated the way your body lit up at the way the mocking pet name rolled off his tongue—the one he'd given you because you had such a sunny disposition around him. You hated how much you loved that Steve had a special nickname for you, but you stuffed those feelings down deep and tilted your chin at him in a challenge.
"Because I have."
Your brain short-circuited at that declaration, not noticing that Steve had gotten close enough to plant his hands on the edge of the hot tub on either side of your body. He leaned over you, caging you in with his body, but his closeness barely registered.
You were too consumed by the jealousy blooming hot and bright, lodging deep in your ribcage like a burning knife, to notice his proximity. Your mind raced as you thought through all the other girls on the trip who Steve could've had sex with in the hot tub, and you saw red.
"Who did you fuck in a hot tub, Steve?" you demanded, glaring up at the man who occupied so much of your heart and mind, your voice little more than a possessive snarl.
He had the audacity to chuckle, looming over you with a smirk twisting his perfect mouth. "Are you jealous, sunshine?" he asked lightly, the tone of his voice daring you to deny it even though you both knew you were.
His question finally slapped some sense into you and you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to regain some of your emotional distance by sniffing haughtily and looking away. Steve’s eyes were too sharp, they saw too much, and you were suddenly terrified that not only did they see right through you, he’d been seeing right through you for years.
"Of course not," you snapped, refusing to look at him as you scrambled for some other explanation for your question. "I'm just curious,” you said, giving a one-shouldered shrug like you couldn’t care less. “Whoever they are, they must lead a pretty boring life if they think fucking a golden boy like you in a hot tub is a good time."
At that, Steve growled, sounding furious as he leaned down, making the cage of his body smaller as he crowded you into the corner of the hot tub. Inexplicably, you weren’t scared of him. No matter how much you riled him up, you knew Steve would never hurt you. You…trusted him.
So you weren’t worried by his posturing. In fact, you were practically tickled by it, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning triumphantly at getting a rise out of him.
"I assure you, sunshine,” Steve bit out through gritted teeth. “Fucking me would be anything but boring, no matter where we do it."
Steve was trying to provoke you, and you knew you shouldn’t rise to the bait, but you couldn’t pretend you were unaffected by his words, by the way he made it sound like fucking him wasn’t just a possibility, but an inevitability. And, for a brief moment, you wanted it so badly, you could practically taste your desire in the cold, wintry night.
“Prove it, golden boy,” you snarled, trying to keep up the front that you didn’t want him, but it was a losing battle.
Despite your best efforts to remain calm, a shiver skated down your spine as you imagined Steve fucking you right there in that hot tub. You knew it would be good—if you knew nothing else, you knew that—and you couldn’t help but tremble at the thought, your body weak under the weight of your lust.
A rough, pleased sound came from Steve's throat, startling you out of your thoughts. Before you could figure out what it meant, he was grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, your head craned back while he loomed over you, still caging you in with his broad form and delicious heat.
Suddenly, his nearness wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, you wanted every inch of his hard body pressed against your softer one. You wanted your paltry swimsuits to dissolve so you could feel his bare skin against yours, so there’d be nothing hindering him from lining himself up with your body and sinking inside until you begged for relief.
In that charged moment, your need was so exquisite, you nearly whined, but you bit it back at the last second, refusing to give Steve the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d gotten to you. Still, his blue eyes flashed like he knew exactly what he was doing to you—that your challenge for him to prove he could fuck you good was more than a furious rejoinder.
But before he could get to that, his expression softened, and his grip on your face became more affectionate. There was something he wanted to clear up before you continued your conversation, and it derailed you entirely.
“Don't worry, baby, I haven't fucked anyone else on this trip," Steve said, stroking his thumb along your lower lip. His voice was gentler than it had been, and you hated how his words soothed the jagged edges of your jealousy. "I was talking about a trip I took with Sharon back when we were together."
A snarl gathered at the base of your throat. You hated being reminded of Steve's ex-girlfriend, the one he’d been dating when you first met him and was a big reason why you didn’t want him knowing how you truly felt.
But it was only you and Steve in that hot tub, and you felt laid bare beneath the intensity of his gaze. Before you could think better of it, a question fell from your lips.
"Was she good?" you asked, hating how small your voice sounded.
It became immediately clear that you weren’t fooling Steve with your question—he knew what you were really asking: Was she better than you? It was a ridiculous question, since you and Steve had never fucked, but it revealed too much of your insecurity when it came to him.
You tried to pull away from Steve's grip and turn your cheek to him as tears threatened to fall, but he gathered your face in both hands, his thumbs stroking softly over your cheeks. He held you reverently, grounding you back in the moment, and you found the strength to roll your eyes in an attempt to save face.
"The hot tub sex, I mean,” you clarified, your voice only wavering a little. “Was it fun?"
Steve closed more of the meager space between your bodies, until his stomach was nearly brushing your chest, and tipped your head all the way back. He leaned down over you so there was no possible escape from the way his shoulders were bunched like a predator ready to pounce, his eyes darkened with desire.
"If you promise to be a good girl, sunshine, I could show you just how good it can be to fuck in a hot tub."
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes, your answer spurred by the way your pulse was throbbing insistently between your thighs. But at the last second, you remembered yourself, and you remembered you couldn't give in so easily to your brother's best friend.
Somewhere deep inside your heart, you wanted Steve to earn you—and he could only do that if you continued pushing him. So that’s what you did.
"Why don't you show me what ya got, golden boy, and then I'll be the judge of how good it is," you taunted, hoping you weren’t pushing Steve too far.
You got a brief glimpse of bright delight and deeply buried affection flashing in Steve's eyes before he was moving. His mouth crashed down on yours in a kiss that was blisteringly hot from the moment it began, stealing all the air from your lungs and making you gasp from the sheer heat of it.
Steve kissed you like a feral beast that had finally been unleashed on the prey he'd been stalking for years, and you met his fervor with all the pent-up lust you'd been hiding since you'd first started crushing on your brother's best friend.
The kiss was brutal, all clashing lips and nipping teeth, your desire finally unbound and untethered. Steve’s teeth sank deep into your lower lip, biting you hard enough to nearly draw blood, and in retaliation, you grabbed his face, pulling him closer and licking into his mouth like you were daring him to consume you.
With a bitten off growl, Steve crouched down and hooked an arm around your waist, spinning you around with him as he turned and sat down heavily on the bench of the hot tub. He manhandled your body so easily into the position he wanted, with you straddling his lap, it made you dizzy with desire.
Once you were settled on his lap, you kept right on kissing him, your hands braced on his shoulders. Steve let out a muffled moan, his hand cupping the back of your head and kissing you deeper until you went wild.
When he plunged his tongue into your mouth, seeking to claim the air straight from your lungs, you wrapped your lips around it and sucked on him obscenely, pulling him deeper into your hot mouth. You were rewarded by Steve’s low, tortured groan, and his hips kicking up between your thighs like he was overcome.
In answer, you spread your knees wide on the bench seat, grinding your pussy down on the hard ridge of his cock through your thin bathing suits. It felt so good—the hot, hard length of him pressing between your folds and rubbing so perfectly against your clit—that you finally pulled away from his kiss with a reckless moan.
"Oh, does that feel good, sunshine?" Steve asked, his voice teasing and mocking even through the huskiness of his own lust. While you gasped for air, he pressed heated kisses to the underside of your jaw and down the line of your neck. "Do you think my cock will feel even better when it's inside you?"
A needy, ravenous shiver skated down your spine and you let out an impatient snarl as you carded your fingers in the hair at the back of Steve's head, pulling him back from your neck so you could glare directly into his infuriating, gorgeous eyes.
"Shut up and fuck me already, golden boy," you bit out through snapping teeth, refusing to acknowledge just how desperate you were for him already, your pussy slippery and throbbing with need. "Or are you gonna make me do all the work myself?"
Something dangerous and hot flashed in Steve's eyes, his mouth twisting into a feral smirk, but he didn't move right away like you expected him to after your vicious provocation. Instead, he let you languish in the breathless moment, waiting to see what he would do.
"Oh sunshine, you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?" he rumbled, but didn't stop to let you answer before continuing, his eyes growing impossibly dark as his pupils blew wide, eclipsing the blue of his irises. "If you did, you wouldn't keep pushing me the way you do."
You didn’t know what he was talking about, so you resorted to taunting him. Rolling your eyes, you only had enough time to scoff out an "Oh please," before, suddenly, Steve was moving.
You let out a startled little yelp as he stood, maneuvering your body deftly as he pried you away from his chest and spun you around beneath the churning water of the hot tub.
In a matter of seconds, Steve had you bent over, your knees planted on the bench, upper body hanging over the edge. It felt like you were about to topple out of the warm water entirely, and you were so off-balance that you might’ve, if not for the tight way Steve held onto your hips.
You pushed yourself up, not fighting against Steve’s hold but wanting to sink further into him. Your shoulders collided with Steve’s chest, and he held you tightly against him, one arm banding around your waist. His other hand trailed up the center of your body, tugging the top of your bathing suit down until your tits popped free.
You gasped as the cold air and icy snowflakes brushed over your heated skin. It was such a contrast from the warm water swirling around your thighs that your nipples peaked immediately. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you arched your spine, offering yourself up to Steve’s touch—and he happily took everything you had to give.
He groped you brazenly on the deck of the chalet, and you were thankful that there wasn't any chance of the two of you being caught. You both faced the mountains, only the snow and darkness a witness to the obscene way your body shuddered beneath Steve’s rough handling of your tits.
His big hands kneaded your soft flesh, deft fingers pinching and plucking your nipples until you were moaning wantonly and grinding your ass back against his cock. As much as you enjoyed feeling him play with your tits, you hoped to urge him along until he was sliding himself inside you.
"God, I've dreamed of these tits for years, sunshine," Steve groaned in your ear, hanging his head over your shoulder so he could watch himself play with your nipples. "Knew I shouldn’t…You're my best friend's little sister, you should be off limits, but I couldn't fucking help myself."
"Steve," you cried, as much from his confession as the zings of pleasure tingling down your spine at the way he teased your tightened peaks so ruthlessly.
The possibility that Steve had yearned for you just as long as you’d ached for him was too much to comprehend in that moment. It hurt just as much as it made you happy, and you didn’t have the capacity for the conflicting emotions. You just wanted more sensation—you wanted more of him.
"Please, Steve,” you whimpered, squirming more insistently against his cock. You tried to reach between your bodies, to skate your palm down the firm line of his cock, but he batted your hand away and laughed as he redoubled his efforts on torturing your tits.
"Do you need something, baby?" he cooed mockingly against your cheek, his laugh ghosting over your skin and making you shudder hard in his arms. "Do you need my cock, huh? Need me to pound your tight, hot pussy like you’re my own personal fuck toy and make you cum all over my dick?"
Something in your brain broke hearing your brother’s best friend murmur such filthy things in your ear, and you let out a low, helpless moan as you melted into his strong arms and hard body. It was too fucking hot hearing Steve talk to you like that, and you finally gave in to him, unable to make it difficult for him any longer.
"Yes!" you cried, driven to desperation by your need for him. Your pussy was throbbing insistently between your thighs, and your nipples ached from his attention—and you still needed more. You needed him inside you so badly, you couldn’t think, could only beg. "Please, Steve,” you sobbed. “Please fuck me."
Gentler than you expected, Steve kissed the tears spilling onto your cheeks, one hand collaring your throat just beneath your jaw so he could keep your face turned to the side for him. With the other, he shoved his swim trunks down and pulled the gusset of your bathing suit to the side.
Before he could slide inside and put you out of your misery, though, Steve paused. Staring deep into your eyes, his voice turned serious as he spoke.
"I've been tested, I'm all good—are you on birth control, baby?"
Steve's question swam in your mind for a moment before you could make sense of the words. When you did, a glimmer of gratefulness took root in your ribs, but you were too far gone to appreciate his thoughtfulness. Not when you were so close to getting what you most desperately wanted. So all you did was nod frantically.
"I'm on birth control, I got tested, I’m clear. I want to feel you bare, Steve, please," you babbled, your words tripping over each other in your haste to get them out, making you sound almost incoherent. "Fuck me raw, please, please, please, please.”
“That’s my good girl,” Steve groaned, his praise washing over you and warming you from the inside out. “Such a good fuck toy, telling me what you want and that you’re safe.” He pressed a kiss to your ravaged lips and you took it as the reward it was.
A pleased smile bloomed on your face even as your pussy clenched at the degrading name he called you. You never would’ve expected Steve to have such a filthy mouth, but you fucking loved it. And you were about to tease him for it, but then he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance and starting to push inside.
"Oh fuck, baby,” he swore when your tight heat enveloped the tip of his cock. Burying his face against your neck, his hot mouth pressed to your thrumming pulse so you could feel his words burrow beneath your skin and fizzle through your bloodstream. “You feel better than I ever imagined. So tight you’re choking my dick, and so fucking warm—”
Steve cut himself off on a strangled grunt as he pushed deeper, your slick cunt clasping his hard shaft, enticing him further into your body. You sucked in a sharp breath, reveling in the way his hot, hard length was stretching you open, making room for himself in the most intimate part of your body.
“Ya like that, sunshine?” Steve rumbled against your ear, pausing long enough to bite the corner of your jaw and drag another pleasured cry from your lips. “You like the feel of my dick splitting you open, huh? Claiming this cunt like I fucking own it?”
Steve’s voice was so rough and furious, you barely recognized it, but it was so hot—what he was saying and the tenor of his lust reverberating through your chest—that you never wanted him to stop. You didn’t have the breath to tell him to keep going, but somehow he knew, and he even upped the ante of the filthy things he was saying.
“Tell me how good it feels, sunshine,” Steve growled in your ear. “Tell me my cock feels better than anything you’ve ever had—tell me this pussy is all mine because no one’ll ever feel as good as I do inside you.”
If it weren’t for the fact that your brain was broken from how good Steve’s dick felt inside you, pushing deeper and deeper into your tight heat, until your entire being was focused on the feel of him, you might’ve bitten out some scathing reply about his possessiveness. But instead, it just ratcheted your need higher than you’d ever felt.
"Yuh huh, yuh huh," you babbled, your lips forming words before you could think them through—because Steve had already fucked you dumb on his cock and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet. “Feels sooo good, Steve. Feels like I was made for you—I was made to be fucked by you.”
“That’s fucking right,” Steve seethed, surging forward until he was almost entirely buried in your body. “You were made to be mine. My good girl, my fuck toy, mine—all fucking mine. Fuck, oh god, fuck."
A litany of curses and obscene sounds of pleasure poured from Steve's mouth unbidden, and it was all you could do to join him, even as the air was knocked from your lungs by the exquisite feeling of his cock shoving into your cunt. He was almost there…just a little more.
When Steve finally bottomed out, his hips pressing flush against your ass, you felt overcome with relief, like you’d been waiting for years and finally—finally—you were right where you were supposed to be. You sucked in a deep breath of air and melted into Steve’s embrace as you exhaled.
Your body sagged forward until you were hanging over the lip of the hot tub, and Steve followed you down. His hand stayed collared around your throat and his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as his chest heaved and heavy breaths puffed against your spine.
For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, basking in the feeling of being joined together so intimately and wrapped up in each other. Then Steve’s hand gripped your neck firmly, his other palm skimming down your side to anchor in the curve of your waist.
"You ready, baby?" he asked in a voice so rough, it sounded like the growl of a snow plow on an icy road.
"Just fuck me already, Steve," you whined weakly, putting up a fight with words even as your body fully submitted to Steve’s domination. But you weren’t paying as close attention to what you were saying as you should’ve, letting your true feelings for him slip through. "How many times do I have to beg—I want this, I've wanted you for years. Please!”
Steve’s reaction to your confession was instantaneous, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat, holding you tight enough to cut off any other provoking words you might utter. He growled a wordless, desperate vibration in your ear, sounding like he was unraveling—and yet he still held you like you were something precious.
Then, Steve's strong arms and powerful body shoved you forward, so your hips were pinned against the lip of the hot tub. The movement pushed your ass up out of the water and Steve lifted one of his feet onto the bench, giving him the leverage he needed to fuck you.
"You've done it now, sunshine," Steve rumbled in your ear, pulling back until only the tip of him remained inside your grasping channel before surging forward and pounding into you hard.
All you could do was sit there and take it, a sound of pleasure bursting from your lips as your hot breath puffed into the midnight mountain air. You were pinned completely by Steve, unable to move—and you’d never been happier. You clung to the arm wedged between your tits, holding him tight while he lightly choked you and thrust into you again.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so deep, you'll be feeling me in your cunt for fucking days, sunshine,” Steve seethed, his bared teeth pressed to your cheek so you could feel his feverish lust and desire on your skin. “And you're gonna take everything I give you with a smile and a 'thank you, sir.' Do you hear me?"
He punctuated his question with another rough slam of his hips, the sharp smacking sound of his skin against yours sounding loud in the quiet night. Thankfully, the snow blanketing the chalet muffled the obscene sounds of your fucking, swallowing them up in the darkness.
So you didn’t worry about staying quiet when your mouth fell open, intending to respond, only to discover you couldn't. Your breath was stolen by the delicious ruination Steve was delivering unto your body, and all the words you might've said fled from your lips.
"I said, ‘Do you fucking hear me,’ baby?” Steve demanded, slowing his thrusts and loosening the tight grip he held on your throat enough for you to answer. You’d never been more eager to give him what he wanted.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir—thank you so much, sir," you babbled, unable to say anything else.
Steve huffed an all-too-self-satisfied chuckle, murmuring a patronizing, "Good girl," before his fingers tightened around your throat again and he resumed his brutal, punishing strokes.
He choked you tenderly as he fucked you hard and fast, pounding into you until you were nothing but sensation—pleasure and pain riding you so hard you went cross-eyed staring out into the snowy mountain night. His cock was thick and hot, thrusting so deep it felt like he reached the very end of you, claiming your body as his territory.
And your body was only too happy to be his, your pussy making the most indecent sounds as your inner walls gripped tight around his hardness. You could hear the obscene wet slaps of Steve’s cock hammering your cunt, and it only made you hotter, made you gush with more desire, until the sounds of your sopping pussy being fucked were loud in your ears.
Your pleasure ratcheted higher, until it was almost too much. Then, when you were teetering on the edge, Steve’s hand slipped from your hip to between your thighs. He rubbed your clit with a merciless determination you didn't know he possessed, shoving you right over the cliff of your pleasure.
You let out a shattered, muffled scream as you came apart at the seams. Your entire vision went white and your throat went dry as all your muscles seized. All you knew, all you were, was blistering pleasure. And you came harder than you ever had in your entire life.
"That's it, baby, cum all over my cock,” Steve rumbled in your ear, tethering you back to earth as he fucked you through your release. “Be a good girl and give it to me, milk my dick with that tight cunt, suck my cock deeper into that greedy pussy.”
All you could do was exactly as he said, your body shaking, your pussy pulsing around his hard length. You were so far gone, it took you a moment to realize you were letting out desperate little gasps and whines, his hand having loosened on your throat so your sounds of pleasure could spill freely from your lips.
Steve pressed his feral grin against your cheek, thrusts falling out of rhythm as he chased his release in your body. “You want my cum, sunshine?” he muttered against your skin. “Want me to fill you up so deep that you'll be dripping my cum down your thighs for days, huh?"
"Yes, please, sir," you rasped, your voice ragged from pleasure. You didn’t think, just answered him honestly, baring your soul for him in a way you never would have before. "Mark me, claim me—my pussy is yours, Steve. I’m all yours.”
"Oh fuck—fuck, baby," Steve groaned like he was overcome by your admission. He thrust hard into your cunt and began grinding deep, enjoying the way your inner walls rippled and sucked his hard length like your body was trying to pull him deeper. "Who do you belong to—say it again, sunshine."
"You, sir," you gasped, and when he bit out an unhappy sound through clenched teeth, you went on, babbling, "My body, my heart, my soul belongs to Steven Grant Rogers."
"Fucking right—that’s my fucking girl,” Steve growled, the words so righteous and satisfied that your heart thumped in your chest. “You’re all mine, just like I’m all yours, sunshine,” he rumbled right before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder and exploding inside you.
Steve's big body shuddered and pinned you hard to the edge of the hot tub, his hand around your throat bracing you against his chest while he fucked you full of his cum, his hips grinding so deep in your cunt that it set off another, smaller release in your body.
You moaned as you came right along with him, dizzy from his confession that had so quickly followed yours. You were his—a truth you’d known a long time—but he was yours too. It almost seemed too good to be true, but then Steve repeated it.
“You own me, body and soul, baby,” Steve murmured, pressing kisses to your cheek, your chin, the corner of your mouth, anywhere he could reach. “You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, sunshine. Be gentle with me.”
The weight of his words settled deep in your heart and you smiled, a true, joyful smile before turning your head and capturing Steve’s mouth in a kiss. It was so much softer and sweeter than the first one you’d shared.
The battle between you was over. You’d laid yourselves bare and been accepted, flaws and all, and all that was left was to rejoice. So you reveled in Steve’s kiss, in the simple pleasure of being open and honest together.
For long, languid moments, you hung suspended in time, your body so disgustingly sated that all you could do was let out a contented sigh and keep kissing Steve, the corners of your mouth curling up with a smile. He huffed a soft laugh against your lips, winding down the kiss until he pulled away.
Steve looked so deliciously wrecked, his blond hair mussed, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink and his mouth looking so plump from your kisses that it made you want to ruin him more. At that thought, your pussy throbbed with renewed lust around Steve’s softening cock, and you had to hide a smile in your shoulder when his dick gave an answering twitch.
"You gonna take me back to your room so we can do that again, golden boy?" you tried to snark at Steve, but your voice was too breathless for the comment to have much of heat. Instead, you came off sounding desperate, though it was worth it from the way his eyes sharpened on your face.
Steve captured your mouth in a searing, conquering kiss, only pulling away when you’d melted back into submission—though you both knew it wouldn't last for long. Even if you were done hiding your feelings from Steve, that didn’t mean you were going to stop provoking him, especially when it led to such delicious consequences.
"First, tell me one thing, sunshine—admit it was good."
Steve looked so serious, like your answer really meant something to him, that you knew you couldn’t lie. But you could still play with him, just a little bit, right?
So you heaved a beleaguered sigh, making a show of thinking about it, drawing out the moment to annoy him. But when you caught Steve's eye over your shoulder and found a little furrow of unease forming between his brows, you knocked it off and gave him a shy smile.
"It was better than good," you confessed in a whisper, so only Steve and the cold, mountain night were witness to your admission.
The uncertainty cleared from Steve’s face immediately, and his mouth broke out in a broad, self-satisfied grin. You couldn't help yourself, your smile turning impish, the only warning of what was to come out of your mouth.
"It was a spectacular performance, golden boy,” you teased, delight sparking in your belly when Steve’s eyes darkened with lust at the nickname. “But I think I need a repeat before I can determine whether it was a one-off or not."
Steve's laugh was loud and incredulous, bouncing off the mountains and filling your heart with joy. He shook his head at you as he helped you up off the lip of the hot tub.
“You’re a menace, sunshine,” he growled, but there was no heat to his words, only the warmth of affection.
With his arms wrapped around your waist to keep your bodies connected, his cock staying nice and warm in the heat of your cunt, Steve sat down on the bench of the hot tub, gathering you up in his lap and holding you close.
Before he could kiss you, you giggled, your hands cupping his handsome face. “But I’m your menace.”
“Damn, right,” Steve muttered moments before kissing you.
It was slower and sweeter than ever before and you let a soft moan slip from your lips as you melted into Steve’s arms, savoring his kiss and the warmth of the hot tub.
When he finally pulled away, Steve stared deep into your eyes, all his affection for you etched into every line of his face. You stared at him with your own expression open, so he could see how much you adored him right back.
"Don't you worry, sunshine,” Steve murmured, his thumb stroking reverently over the curves of your face, like he was committing it to memory. “I’ll give you as many repeat performances as it'll take for you to understand just how good I am for you.”
Although his words sounded like a dare, Steve said them so sweetly, they sounded like a promise—one that had your heart thudding harder in your chest. Unable to stop yourself, you beamed at him.
"Prove it, golden boy," you challenged, your voice husky with need, as you began grinding your ass on his lap and clenching your cunt around his cock.
Steve went a little cross-eyed and he let out a tortured groan. You used his distraction to give him one more kiss, then slipped off his cock—feeling more than a little bereft without the hot, hard length of him inside you—and clamored out of the hot tub.
On trembling legs, you darted toward the chalet, intent on your next time with Steve being in a bed. Just as you were flinging open the sliding door of the deck, you heard water sloshing as Steve launched himself into pursuit.
In seconds, Steve was hot on your heels, chasing you through the chalet and up to his room, where the two of you fell into bed. You were still slick with his cum and your renewed desire, and he buried his dick deep in your cunt with one stroke, setting a brutal pace as he murmured sweet words in your ear about how good you felt on his cock.
For the rest of the night, he proved to you just how perfect he was and by the time dawn broke over the mountains, you were utterly and irrevocably gone for him. You fell asleep entwined together, Steve’s cock still buried in your pussy, right where he was always meant to be.
From that night on, your heart belonged to the golden boy you’d antagonized for so many years, and he went to great lengths to keep it safe and prove he was deserving of your devotion. As if that wasn’t enough, he gave you his heart in return.
Steve Rogers was all yours—and you cherished him for the rest of your life.
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ex!steve rogers x retail worker!reader ft. bestfriend!bucky barnes
steve's a bit of a freak, so when he finally meets someone who matches that, he'd do anything to keep her.
MDNI Heavy Themes Warning
established past relationship, stalking, pining, exhibition kink, choking kink, spanking kink, toy play and mention, cream pie, anal play, nipple play, ice/food play, spit play, hickies, possessional play, predator/prey play, psycho play, swearing, threats, mentions of blood, mentions of harm to reader, degrading and humiliation kink
!! themes subject to each chapter
word count >> 9.1K
1: prologue - 3k
2: the unhinged steve rogers
you rolled your eyes for what felt like the 100th time today. Same shit, different day. same annoying and boring customers who were rude, who constantly asked stupid questions and seemed to enjoy making your life a living hell day in and out.
you had refolded the same shirts out the front on the trestle too many times. you had been asked exactly 13 times already 'do you have this in other colours?'. yes, yes I am hiding more shit out back. this isn't a fucking build-a-bear.
your eyes caught glimpse of the time on the computer screen as you walked past, carrying a stock box towards the roller rack to unpack for what little time it seemed you had left. 15 minutes. hopefully the afternoon stayed quiet, usually around this time school pick ups were happening.
the loud chatter coming down to a low hum of straggler shoppers in the mall as people began heading home after spending too much money on shit they didn't need. you adjusted your ear piece a bit better in your ear, you had been soloing for the afternoon but it was a comfort thing rather than a required thing.
you grabbed the stanley knife, dragging it along the soft, crisp tape gently before sliding it back into your back pocket. you had a collection at home of how many had accidentally gone home with you after a shift.
eyes caught a glimpse of you quickly, a short breath escaping Steve's lips as he quickly retraced his steps back and into the small store. printed tees and denim jackets hung 3 stories high, messy jeans piled into shelving units along the walls and tidy tables around the store.
you stood in the middle by the rack, hanging up a new style of jeans on hooks. carefully folding each pant to sit a certain way so tags were accessible. you hadn't noticed him yet, too task-focused to see he had just stepped into the entrance of the store.
you could feel the sense of someone looking at you, an itch that you couldn't scratch. your eyes widened at the sight before you, a quiet 'fuck' mumbled to yourself under your breath. this was the day that every person dreaded, the day you weren't prepared for given it had been 4 months.
your ex, standing in the front of your store making direct eye contact with you. he looked...terrible if you were being honest. a fitted tee snugged to every muscle and ab across his body, baggy was not in his vocabulary.
his hair was longer, almost a shaggy-ness to it now like he had attempted to cut it himself and it backfired. a prominent goatie fading into a 5 o'clock shadow. his eyes were darker now, not their usual soft ocean blue, they seemed more marine blue now.
you weren't sure what to do from here, it's not like you could exactly like the situation.
he made the first move, striding towards you with a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you felt your stomach drop at just the mere idea of him wanting to converse with you.
the break up was messy, he had a small tendency to constantly send you messages through social media. morning serious, just him constantly saying that he would murder any man that touched me, not to ever block him because he would know and he would find a way around it every time. and he did.
he was, unhinged. he never laid a hand on you or ever put you in a dangerous situation but, he had a habit of instilling a small amount of fear in you. and that fear had returned again the second he made his way towards you. you could smell the same faint smell of his body wash, a crisp fresh scent overpowering your senses, his hair slightly damp. or greasy. you couldn't tell.
beard a little unkept, a paleness to him like he hasn't been eating or sleeping properly. his gaming and online life probably keeping him occupied of a night. he was a classic gamer guy, heavy on the guy.
"well, if it isn't my favourite person." you could hear the sarcasm dripping from every syllable. his eyes showing a slight spark in them, the fuel to his catastrophe. your held your breath, afraid to even breathe wrong around him.
"Steve, it's been a while. how are you?" you tried your breath to not let your voice shake, key word. tried. but he knew you better than that. he knew your hands always shook when you had anxiety, you always squeezed your fingers into fists by your side in hopes to get it to stop.
he could see your pulse jumping as your heart rate increased, beads of sweat forming under your jawline down your neck. his eyes held an uneasiness in them, an unreadable thought lurking behind those gorgeous blue orbs.
"same old me, finally got a better job. night security at this tech building. pretty fun stuff really, some cool toys to play with." he sure was the same, his fascination with gadgets and weapons had a way of finding it's agenda into your relationship at one point. the point where you called it all off, two years of deep dating Steve as he was slowly descending deeper into his fixations.
"what about you? never seen you in here before." your stomach sunk further hearing that, like he had potentially trying to keep tabs on you. another fault he had during your time together, your location always available to him.
"I just transferred to the area, rent was hard to keep up where I was before. so, this was the next best option." you cringed at yourself, why were you even talking to him? the interaction felt forced, and that itch of discomfort was back again.
"I see. well, welcome home I guess. been a busy day for you?" you were waiting for the moment someone would walk in, anyone. someone. just someone to walk past and stop at a front rack or table. something to save you from this horrible conversation.
"uhm yeah, kinda. look Steve, as much as I am happy for you, I think it would be best if we-"
"get coffee sometime? sure, what's your number? I'll arrange a time." you swallow hard, finding it harder for your voice to come out. classic Steve. always wriggling his way back under your skin, like a parasite that shouldn't be there.
"Steve..." you tried to protest, but when he gave you that look. that look like you're about to break him, like your words alone have shattered him.
"what? I thought we were friends? I thought we could be civil adults and at least try to get along if we're gonna be living in the same town together. might as well get used to seeing more of each other." you didn't want to see more of him, platonic or not.
"I was just going to say that it might be hard, my boss is pretty full on with hours and I'm helping out at home-"
"you're back at home? how are your parents?" shit. you shouldn't have said anything. you had given away so much at this point.
"attention shoppers, all stores will be closing in five minutes, please complete all purchases and make your way to the exits. thank you for shopping with us today, see you tomorrow at 9am." a breath of relief exhaled from you, a look of realization coming to Steve as he checked his watch, still holding his phone out to you.
"one coffee, and then we can part ways and keep going on with our lives like normal." you stared at the device, debating internally if this was a good idea. you couldn't help but remember something your dad used to always say to you when you were younger. pick your battles, and should you fight today, hope to win. but expect to die tomorrow. it never made sense to you, until now.
your eyes met his one last time, a big mistake on your part. those puppy-begging eyes. every piece of him pleading and manipulating you.
"I'm sorry Steve, can we arrange this over social media? I'll message you." he saw the way his hand clutched his phone tight, a slight crack happening under his grip. his jaw clenched, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. orbsn my vibrating slightly as rage washed over him.
but he pushed it down, knowing he couldn't break in front of you. couldn't show how badly he wanted, no needed you. that since the day you left he was nothing without you.
"sure. another time." and with that he was quick to beeline out of the store, mumbling curses to himself under his breath as he walked off. you closed quickly, making sure to call your friend right away, picking up after just a few rings.
"Hey, what's up?" you immediately felt better hearing Bucky's voice on the other end of the call. his casual greeting pulling you out of the spiral that had begun to take over your senses.
"hey, I'm closing up. I was wondering if you're free to hang out? feeling a little awkward after an encounter with steve the peeve." as soon as you mentioned Steve, Bucky was on his way. Bucky was in your friend group when you were dating Steve, a mix of your friends and Steve's friends who were somewhat dating and not. Natasha was friends with Steve, a little too close friends with him, but she was dating bucky for a bit. you guys had hit it off right away, being the 'outside' members of the group.
you waited for Bucky to be standing outside the door of the shop before you even turned off the lights. clutching your bag tightly to you, you locked up the last door as you got out of the shop.
"Hey, thanks for showing up. ready?' he nodded in response, sliding his arm over your back and pulling you slightly into his side in comfort.
the drive to Bucky's place was short, he always lived closer to the mall than you. your parents preferred being as far away from town as possible. hating the traffic jams and loud night life.
when you finally emerged into his foyer, you slipped your shoes off, letting out a sigh of relief as you wiggled your sore toes and flexed the arch in your foot.
"long day?" he asked slipping in behind you, closing the door and locking it. kicking his boots off and throwing his truck keys onto the foyer table. his jacket came off next to hang on the rack by the front.
"just the last hour, it was quiet." you sighed, making your way to the couch and plopping down onto the cold, leather cushions.
"apparently not. so you saw Steve?" bucky wasted no time getting into your afternoon interaction with your ex.
"yeah, he looked...really bad. like he wasn't sleeping or eating or leaving the house, he was that pale. it was weird, well no. scratch that. he was weird." it was no surprise to bucky that Steve of all people would behave weirdly around you. he always knew something was up when you and Steve were together.
something about the guy didn't sit right with him, sure he had few conversations with him. but he disliked how close he was with Natasha, and how greedy he could be towards you. almost controlling. after Bucky and Natasha broke up, it was hard for you and Bucky to remain friends, Steve caught you still texting bucky one night. checking in on him.
in Steve's words though, you were a
"fucking, lying, cheating traitor." he was pissed, words dripping with disgust and rage, palms balled into fists at his side, seething and spitting through his teeth. his face dangerously close to yours, eyes dark and swirling with what you could only describe as 'genuine terror'.
that was the last time you spoke to Bucky before you split with Steve. as far as you had gathered, Natasha had some weird obsession with Steve, but for some reason it was never a bother to you. sure you still felt basic jealousy at how she threw herself at Steve, but you knew deep in your heart that you didn't love Steve as much as he loved you.
you couldn't really describe what your feelings were during that time, you loved him in the beginning. but as your relationship went on, he changed. something in him changed. he became insufferable, always wanting to know where you were, who you were with
"why don't you text me enough? do you not love me?" to others, he was just a concerned boyfriend. to you, mentally unstable.
he always had to be apart of you, even getting your name tattooed on his left shoulder blade on his back. right near his heart where you'd always be. again, to others, endearing. to you, obsessive. like he was trying to claim you in some way.
you had told Bucky about the interaction word for word. his jaw tightening as he listened to how persistent Steve had been towards you. he never knew to the full extent how toxic the relationship was, but he knew about how Steve acted after. the way he would call you, one, four, eleven times in the span of ten minutes.
text messages left in your archived inboxes and spam folders from untraceable emails and I.P. addresses.
for fucks sake I miss you.
why won't you return my calls?
I promise I'll change.
just pick up the fucking phone.
Bucky tried to convince you to take it to the police, get a restraining order, but that would take time. money, and you would have to endure more than you bargained for. a mental load you didn't want to carry after such a heavy relationship.
"so what's the plan now?" Bucky asked after you finished telling him about your encounter.
"avoid, ignore and hope that he's over me enough to just stay away." you replied, slumping further into the faux fabric beneath you.
"you know he won't. it's only been four months, there's no way he's gotten over you in such a short amount of time." you wanted to tell Bucky he was wrong, that you believed all of it had come to an end. but you'd be lying to yourself and him if you did.
"well I can't afford to move away again. and with my dad being unwell I need to be here to help pay the bills." your dad had been sick for a few months now, and he was the sole earner in the house. but after an accident at work, he couldn't return back to his regular job and he was one stressed-induced heart attack away from being hooked up to a machine which he didn't want.
your mum was too old to go out and find work, most places turning her down for younger, cheaper people. at least you could bring in some income to help cover the hospital bills until they could get more access to finances.
"I guess that's true. I just, I don't trust the guy. he fucked with you and I think if you let him back into your life it'll end badly for you. give an inch and he'll take a mile." you knew Bucky was right, but there was also the face that there was nothing you could do about it.
"I'm tired, I think we should order food and slip into a coma watching trash tv. you in?" how could Bucky turn down that? he was immediately on Uber eats, ordering from your usual Chinese take out place and you worked on finding some crappy reality tv show to binge watch on HBO.
the room was dark, blinds closed and air con crisp in the room. the soft plush blanket Bucky had draped over you at some point wrapped around each limb to keep you warm. the loud panging sound of your alarm pulling you out of your deep sleep.
your hand moved around in the dark, trying to grab hold of the device that didn't seem to shut up no matter how many times your thumb smashed the snooze button.
"fucking hell! some of us would like to sleep in!" you heard Bucky's faint rumble from his bedroom on the other side of the wall.
"sorry Buck. gotta head to work soon." you groaned, finally turning the alarm off and unlocking your phone. you opened Instagram, immediately opening up reels and scrolling through. your typical morning ritual, scroll on reels for too long, get up and wash your face and body, head home and get into clean work clothes, hit the coffee shop for an iced latte on the way to work.
when you finally got there you saw Monica, the store manager at the computer filling out some kind of report like she always did on Tuesdays.
"morning!" she greeted in her usual bubbly tone, always happy to see you.
"morning, been busy?" you asked, slipping your bag under the counter and sipping at your latte.
"yeah, I've made $600 in the first hour already. and lunch rush should hit us soon so we can expect a bigger day today." you nodded, heart rate increasing as the fear of Steve stopping by again today crept into your head.
"where do you want me today?" you asked, scanning over the book with your budgets and goals Monica had scribbled down.
"Hm? oh! changerooms today, if we're expecting traffic then I'll need you down the back today making sure shit goes back where it belongs." you enjoyed being down the back, having small interactions with customers. it was doing half the work to make a sale.
"cool. I'll clock on and get cracking." you quickly typed your I.D. badge into the computer, getting the green tick of approval that you are now on the clock. you placed your ear piece in and microphone attached to the neckline of your top. pressing down on the mic before speaking into it.
"mic two test, mic two test." you spoke softly into it, making sure not to send through any feedback.
"test received." you heard back in the ear piece, repeating back the same phrase so she knew you could hear her as well. you began pulling out this mornings left over pieces of clothing, some half hanging on hangers, some scrunched up into balls on the floor. you hung them properly onto the hangers, leaving them on the put back rack for now.
you grabbed the paper towel and Windex and began wiping down the mirrors inside, spraying antibacterial spray in each of the fitting rooms. adjusting the small corner seats so they sat flush against the wall.
"mind if I try some stuff on?" you jumped at the voice from behind, whipping around to see none other than Steve. standing there, fingers curled around half a dozen hangers with different articles of clothing on them.
suddenly, the air was thicker, the lights seemed dull and you felt almost trapped. you didn't speak, mouth struggling to find the words to respond.
you could only nod, stepping out of the fitting room and standing more in sight of your manager and some customers.
"oh, you mind staying close? I'll need some assistance." he quirked the corner of his mouth into that same smirk again, unsettling and a hidden agenda behind it.
"sure, just sing out if I can help at all." something told you to not stick around but you also didn't want to make a scene. he closed the curtain behind him, a soft thud of the clothes hitting the small stool in the fitting room.
you couldn't help the slight shake in your hand as you shuffled items along the rack, your throat tightening and trying to not cut off air to your lungs.
as soon as you heard the door swing open, his heavy feet hitting the hardwood floor as he stood facing you. you waited to turn, mentally finding a way to fight through this and try and be neutral.
"thoughts?" your eyes scanned over his outfit, a pair of black jeans snug on his thighs before bunching up around the bottoms of his ankles, a plain navy tee hugging his torso and arms as if he had put on a shirt two sizes too small for him. a typical Steve outfit.
and for a moment, something deep down hungered seeing him. a pulsing from below the belt throbbed and your underwear grew damp under the skirt you wore. Steve could see it in your tells, the sweating palms, the longing look, the way your eyes shifted across his body, mentally undressing him.
"looks good." was all you could muster up, tongue darting to wet your dry lips. he stepped towards you, once and slowly. like approaching a wild animal as to not scare it off too quickly. when he didn't see you startle he took another step, and another. until he was just inches from you now, looking down at you like he used too. like he held all the power over you.
like you were an ant under his boot, slowly bending to his will. when his hand came up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear you couldn't hide the blush of crimson creeping onto your cheeks. your head tilted to the floor in embarrassment, eyes not daring to meet his. his finger found your chin, tilting your head towards his gaze.
"don't hide from me. you know I hate when you do that." he couldn't help the slight playful tone in his voice, the slightly familiar husk in the air to him.
"you know what I've missed most about you? those damn, pretty eyes. the way you're always trying to read my mind, like you're desperate for answers or to know what I'm thinking." your breaths were coming out in shorter takes now, trying to remain steady.
"what are you thinking?" you should have been pushing him away from you and asking to go home early but instead something kept you in this state, on the edge of your seat.
"pretty sure if I did what I was thinking right now, you'd get fired." your core tingled at the mere idea of him wanting to do something insane. something that could end up getting you caught. he knew just how to push your buttons, what dirty things that excited you. and you were playing right into his hand like a pawn on a chessboard.
his head tilted down, in an attempt to capture your lips but you managed to turn your head just in a nick of time. his movements coming to an abrupt stop as he realized you would not reciprocate his feelings right now. a dry laugh escaped him, rumbling his chest a little.
"here I thought we were both on the same page." his voice was deeper now, agitated.
"steve-"
"what?" his tone was sharp, snapping in response. he hated when you said his name, it was always followed by something hurtful.
"if you no longer need any help, I should get back to work. the outfit looks nice, you always look good in blue." you did your best to keep the situation at hand neutral but Steve was anything but.
his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the fitting room with him and closing the door quickly. his body pressed up against yours hard to keep you there, lungs crushed against the plaster wall and his chest. your wrists pinned on either side of your head, his breath fanning over your face. lips inches from yours, deliciously pink.
"that's it? that's all I get? you think that I'm in here just to fucking buy a new wardrobe? you really are naive aren't you mouse?" God you hated that name, your eyes closed shut in disgust as your mind flooded with memories. the weird obsession he had with making you feel meek under him. your undeniable sexual attraction to it.
"look at you, all pathetic for me. you never knew how to be strong. always putty and ready for me. remember? the way you'd choke on my cock as I came down that pretty throat of yours? fuck." he began rubbing himself against you, his dick hard through the black jeans and desperate for release.
"you're dripping right now, aren't you? the idea that your boss could walk in on us right now gets you excited doesn't it?" your bottom lip quivered, legs weak and chest shuddering underneath him.
"mic two, are you there? why can't I see you at the fitting room?" the voice came through your ear piece, Monica's voice. concerned of your whereabouts.
"better answer that, wouldn't want you losing this job." he let go, but didn't move back to give you room. but he did let you slip past him and step out of the change room. pressing the mic you spoke,
"mic one, I'm here. sorry was cleaning the mirror in the change room. last person in there decided to practice their kissing techniques." your voice was shaky and you sounded out of breath, but Monica chose not to press it.
"okay, I'm heading out to lunch soon. so go on your bathroom break now please." saved by the bell.
"copy." you responded, darting out the store bed to the toilet, in hopes that Steve would see you had left and assumed you had gone home for the day. you waited in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes before going back to the store. seeing Steve checking out at the counter, chatting away smoothly to your boss.
her laughter booming through the store at some cheesy joke he made. Steve was always good at interacting with people, especially your family. it was like a super power almost, his confidence in himself and his ability to just be able to get along with everyone.
"well done be a stranger Steve, come back and use that coupon next time!" she sung to him as she handed him the paper bag filled with clothes he didn't need.
"I definitely will." his eyes caught yours one last time before leaving the store, it was a promise to you more than a response to Monica. a promise, that you had not seen the last of Steve.
your afternoon was another quiet one, with the lingering fear of Steve returning to your store in hopes to catch you alone again. but he didn't. 5pm came soon enough and you closed the doors as quickly as possibly in fear he would walk in right before you closed them.
you counted the tills quickly and got out as soon as possible, being sure to check your surroundings before heading out to the parking lot to your car. the sun barely seen over the building in the distance, the sky a dark blue with just a small amount of light left to it.
stars begining to twinkle the night sky, you couldn't help but feel a sudden chill run down your spine. the feeling of not being alone creeping through you, as you slid into the driver's seat of your car you locked the doors as soon as possible. quickly observing your surroundings but not seeing any other signs of people.
with that bringing you a sense of relief, you turned your key in the ignition and zoomed out of the lot to head home. it took you exactly 25 minutes to get home, pulling up into the drive way and heading up to the porch where your mum had left the light on for you. not a shred of sunlight left in the sky.
the door was unlocked and there was an immediate temperature difference as soon as you stepped into the house. your mother always had a way of making home always feel warm and pleasant to walk into after a hard day. it was something your father had always admired when he would go to work for 12 hours a day.
the way he could come home and slump into your mother's embrace and still have enough energy to show his love and appreciation towards her hard work.
the house always smelt like good food too, some kind of roast always cooking in the oven and vegetables and gravy overpowering your senses.
"that you hon?" your mother called from the kitchen as she prepared tonight's dinner, your father probably glued to the couch watching the football game on the tv.
"yeah it's me.' you called back, kicking your shoes off and meeting her at the stove as she threw ingredients into the pot boiling away. you gave her a kiss on the cheek as a greetings, a loving smile creeping across her face in response.
"how was work?" every hair on your body stood up at the mention of your fucked up day, but you didn't want your parents to worry. they barely know much about the extent of your relationship with Steve. and you didn't want them worrying more about it.
"good. tiring. what's for dinner?" you were quick to change the subject over, hoping she wouldn't pick up on your nervousness or anxious demeanor.
"chicken broth soup." your stomach grumbled at the idea of food. you made sure to quickly say hello and hug your dad before disappearing into your room. shredding away the layers of sweat and work into something more comfortable for yourself.
you laid in bed, opening Instagram and thumb hovering over your DMs. what were you doing? you just wanted to look and see what there was, something in you was curious and ached to find out what was behind the mask of this all.
you knew right away from the username which message thread was his. followed by 'wants to send you a message'. this wasn't a good idea, you should just leave this be and not engage. he could take this further if he wants. but you couldn't stop yourself, desperate to know more. you opened it, stomach flipping and heart thudding against your ribs.
do you know what you do to me? how much I crave you? night and day.
the mere thought of not being with you makes me dread life.
you may act like you don't, but deep down I know how much you miss me.
you'll never be loved or fucked or known the way I do for you.
the last message excited you even though you know it shouldn't. it made you only, for a split second, miss the wonderful sex you used to have with Steve. the way he knew your body inside and out, how he would be so careful and loving to begin with before ravishing you like you were his last meal.
the way he'd talk you through it, making sure to praise as well as degrade you. touching you in all your sensitive spots, neck, tits, jaw, thighs, everywhere he could gain a reaction from you.
you needed to get off and you needed to find something else to think about to do it. anything else but Steve. you couldn't go there again, not even as a fantasy. it was dangerous.
"dinner!" you'd have a continue this personal rendezvous after dinner.
day three of knowing Steve would be coming in to see you for whatever reason it was today. whatever excuse he would have to make up just to come in and talk to you. it was daunting to say the least.
but what you didn't expect was to see Bucky walking in with an iced latte in hand for you, a boyish grin on his face as he handed it to you.
"thought I'd stop in and see how you're going with everything." you smiled in return, immediately taking a sip and groaning in approval. it was just what you needed.
"you're a blessing you know that?" you said, mouth still half full of coffee.
"they don't call me Bucky blessing Barnes for nothing." you rolled your eyes, looking at the time on the computer, only two hours in and three more to go.
"You on with Monica today? he asked, you shook your head in response. another day running the store solo.
"No, she opened. I'm closing." the idea of you being alone with the shop made Bucky very concerned, especially with your ex lurking about now. he didn't know that Steve had made a visit to you again yesterday. and you weren't planning on telling him anytime soon.
"do you want anything before I head off? snacks? toilet break quickly? I can watch the store." you jumped at the toilet break, desperately needing to release your bladder after drinking almost all your water in the first hour of your shift.
you always tried to be quick, knowing Bucky would only really be lookout rather than helpful should someone walk into the store. and it saved you the ten minute to close up and reopen just to go to bathroom. after peeing for what felt like twenty minutes and making your way out the bathroom, your guard was down and not anticipating Steve leaning against the wall outside the toilets.
"been waiting to get you alone. I don't like the idea of Bucky chatting you up at work. that been going on. long?" you raised a brow, cocking your head to the side.
"so what if it has, at least I'm happy. isn't that important?" Steve hated when you would throw things in his face, it wasn't common and it wasn't on.
"don't you talk to me like I'm nothing to you. like you don't love me-"
"I don't love you Steve. that's what I've been showing every time I see you." you finally snapped, seeing his rage only grow in just the mere flex in his jaw, his pupils blowing and that vein on his neck protruding.
"you may not live me right now, but you will. and I promise you, I won't let you get away again." he growled, tone a warning. you felt uneasy but at least you had finally spoken up for yourself. you watched Steve storm off in anger and you hurried back to the store.
"you alright? you were gone a while." Bucky immediately jumped to being concerned for you, seeing your flushed cheeks and red ears burning from anxiety.
"I'm good, I'll see you later?" he nodded, not fully convinced but choosing to let you decide whether or not she should stay.
"sure thing. Chinese and Love Island." you confirmed with that sweet smile he adored, but he knew you would need time to get past things with Steve. and when you did, he would be there for you, ready.
"it's a date." he responded, winkimg at you before turning on his heel and heading out. leaving you alone with the unfolded jumpers and quiet afternoon in the mall with just the stragglers buying one item.
5pm rolled around fast, and no sign of Steve. a sense of relief washed over you as you began your closing duties. sweeping, banking, cleaning mirrors. when you felt satisfied with the state of the store you quickly locked up and began heading out to your car.
you mentally cursed parking so far away from the entrance, a good 30 meters across the lot. that feeling that you were not alone crept under your skin like burning ice to your nerves. every hair on your body stood up in anticipation.
your heels kept connecting hard against the asphalt, pace not too obvious that you were hurrying but quickly enough that should anyone that might be following you would be heard trying to keep up. your heart racked against your ribs, pounding loud into your ears and senses blurring as anxiety took over.
when you spun around just before reaching your car to spook whoever was there, you felt relief seeing it was just you. no one else.
as you turned back to your car door, you caught his reflection in the door window under the harsh fluroeasant light. before you had the thought to scream, run or fight he spun you around and pushed you hard against the side of the car. one arm pressed firmly across your chest, pinning you to the vehicle. the other, his palm stretched across your mouth and jaw. stopping you from screaming or calling for help. he looked you up and down like you were a piece of meat. his prey.
"missed you mouse, did you miss this?" your eyes glowed under the light, wide and filled with fear. he couldn't help but crook a smile at seeing you so scared.
"I'm only going to offer you this once, I take my hand away and you don't scream. you scream, I have no problem doing this the hard way." you could only nod in agreement, you knew Steve wasnt the type to harm you but you knew how he played his games. and he never played fair.
he waited a few seconds before removing his hand. seeing the trust in your eyes. his eyes flickered to your lips, seeing how your bubblegum lipstick smudged in the corner so slightly. you were watching him look at you with a hunger you recognized too easily. and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't feel that same desire growing inside you.
"still as pretty as the day you left. you have no idea how badly I missed you mouse. how I missed our game." he cocked his head to the side, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he watched you contort your face into disgust.
"don't act like you didn't miss this..." he trailed off before nudging his knee between your legs, the denim of his jeans rough against the lace hidden underneath your skirt. you tried to bite back the whimper, but he knew you too well. your head slack against the car door as his thigh pressed against you.
he could feel the flutter of emotions and blood rushing to your core, needing him.
"same girl, just different clothes. you really thought you were finally above all this? I know you better than that." your body only grew more slack against him as his leg moved gently against you. slow and torturing movements, watching you get excited just over his thigh.
"you've got two choices mouse, get in the car with me. or, I make you." your breath hitched, seeing how serious and dark the look in Steve's eyes were. part of you wanted to throw him off you, but the darker side to you was craving this. no one matched your freak like Steve did. the way he easily delved into your world of predator/prey kinks.
"the first choice." your voice was meek, so soft that you weren't even able to hear it. he cocked his head again at you, nudging you a little harder in the cunt as a warning.
"louder. can't hear you." you licked your lips, tongue scraping the dry skin as you fought yourself to get the words out.
"I'll go with you." your voice was still quiet but it was enough for him to swiftly turn you and push you into the vacant seat in the passenger side. you hadn't noticed he had grabbed your keys at some point, he twirled the key ring around his index finger as he scanned the parking lot for witnesses.
climbing into the driver's side and starting the car, he didn't say another word for the entire drive to wherever he was taking you. you could only assume it was to his place or somewhere public and dark.
after about 15 minutes he pulled up to a house, it was quiet. the next houses a few acres away. his house. it was just as you remembered it. you wasted no time getting out of the car, knowing how Steve was about if you were being too slow.
his patience was always as thin as a hair, so easily breakable. you walked towards the house, feeling a little uneasy about being back here. the memories, the shared dreams and meals here. the good times were good, but the bad, was enough to make any rational person walk away.
he led the way, wasting no time getting you inside and onto his couch. pinning you down and overpowering you so easily. it took you off guard but sent a rush to your cunt like no other had before. you did miss this, your body knew it. you just weren't ready to accept it yet.
his tongue dug deep into your mouth, slimy and hot as it rubbed against yours in a disgusting nature. like he was trying to absorb you into him. yet you found yourself whimpering into his mouth and grinding your hips against his. 'God, this was so fucking wrong' was all you could think, fingers wrapping around feathered strands of hair along his neck.
he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling a squeal from you as you pulled back from the kiss. eyes looking at him in confusion, your thumb pressing to the sore spot and revealing a thin saliva-mixed amount of of blood. he licked his lips, smirking at you before pressing his lips to yours against.
his mouth began moving down your jawline though, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other working on the buttons of your blouse. tongue more gentle and sensual now as he began sucking bruises along your neck and collarbone.
"such, a pretty, thing." he muttered, between sloppy kisses. breath hot and damp against yours skin as he pushed your blouse open and made his path towards the curvature of your tits.
"such pretty tits." he growled harsher this time, teeth nipping at that fat in your chest. catching some of the lace and ripping it to get to your nipple. he mouth latched around the perked bud, lapping and suctioning around it. a mixture of teeth and tongue at play that brought music to his ears as you whined beneath him.
hips bucking in desperate need for your sopping core to be touched, please just fucking touch me.
"patience mouse." he mumbled in a warning tone against you. one nipple rolling between the pads of his fingers while the other pulled between his teeth and tongue. you hated this, the lengthy foreplay. he knew you were desperate but he wanted to make you suffer for as long as he had.
you bucked your hips once again and his hands caught hold of them. slamming them back into the couch with force.
"fucking wait." his voice was sharper this time, more aggressive and this wasn't a warning anymore. it was a threat. you were trying to behave, trying to be good. but the sensation was getting unbearable.
"fucking greedy little slut, can't just do what you're told can you?" he detached from your sore nipples, flipping you over and pulling your blouse off your shoulders. no mercy, he was being rough to teach you a lesson. after the garment was tossed to the floor he pulled something from under the couch cushions. and it was no surprise to you when the cable ties wrapped around your wrist and pulled tight locking them in place.
his eyes looked over at the sight below him, straddling the backs of your knees, your back arched in an artistic way, hands bound above your head. face buried into the cushions of the fabric couch, hair that was once tidy now sticking to your forehead as a thin layer of slickness clung to each hair.
"fuckkk." it was a praise, hands rubbing over the curvature in your ass, thumbs digging into your skin with every handful of flesh he grabbed onto. he liked hearing your mewls beneath him, desperate and pleading for either more or for him to stop.
he cock twitched in his boxers, thinking about stuffing you to the brim with his cum. again and again until you milked him of every drop.
he pushed the back of your skirt up, bunching the fabric to sit just above your tailbone. your legs inched open so slightly, he took the sign and opportunity to run the pads of his fingers over the damp lace. feeling every crevice and crease that belonged in your pussy. he liked seeing you squirm for more, how you whispered hushed pleas for more. and there was nothing you couch do about it. he could leave you here for hours, just touching, teasing. keeping you wet, on edge and desperate.
"slick little bitch aren't you?" he brought his fingers to your view, stretching them sideways for you to see yourself on his digits. the strings of arousal and built up hormones that gushed out of you just from being scared and teased.
"say you want this. I want to hear you tell me how you've been waiting for this to happen. how you've been fucking that same fake-cock for months wishing it was me." your eyes shot open at his last demand. how did he know about that? yes you took it when you moved out, you paid for it. but how did he know you would still use it?
when he didn't get an answer from you, his hand struck hard against your right cheek. the impact making you jump in shock and whimper from arousal.
"I want you Steve. all of you. been-been fucking my dildo like it's your cock inside me. filling me up to the brim, making me squirt." his cock twitched again, you always knew just what to say to get him excited and impatient.
"not gonna fuck you just yet, nice try. gonna taste you first. would you like that?" if there was a god of oral, it was Steve. he knew how to work a pussy and pull everything from it. you whimpered a desperate 'yes' which was all he needed before grabbing hold of your hips and propping them up.
your face down in the cushion still, ass in the air and legs parted to expose your glistening and creamy cunt.
"goddd, who made you this wet baby? hmm? you've been getting off on this since I first came in. you remembered right away, what seeing me again meant. can't fight it, you're fucked up, just like me. aren't you baby?" his fingers danced around your labia, torturous and slow. never really touching you where you needed.
your clit throbbing against nothing and your hole only leaking more as he continued to tease.
"do you fucking think we're still playing on your terms? when I ask you something, you respond! admit that you are the dirty bitch you claim not to be!" you cried out as his palm came down on your clit, a stinging sensation crashing over your pussy.
"s-st-steve...I'm s-so sensit-tive." you whimpered, drool pooling into the fabric of the cushion below your face. eyes watering and hips aching.
"tough." another spank to your clit. harder this time, he wasn't going easy on you. just like he said he wasn't. seems that all that pent up rage and anguish he had been pushing down or 'working through' with his therapist came back to the surface and fueled his fire.
"st-steve!" you cried out again, hands reaching to clutch something but being bound all they had were each other to grab onto. he delivered another wet slap to your leaking cunt, your arousal mixed with the violent act making the impact hit harder than it was.
"last chance." he snapped, palm hovering over you, waiting for you to fuck up again and say the wrong thing. he wanted you to enable him, to make him feel like him losing his mind over you was because of you. that it was all your fault and he had no blame. no wrong doing.
"I loved every second of it. I wanted you to fuck me in the shop the day you came in and saw me. I wanted you to take me on the floor in the change room. I wanted you to bend me over the woman's bathroom sink then and there. I wanted it!" and for the first time, his fingers slid across your folds. gliding effortlessly with your arousal running down his knuckles.
"that's a girl." he purred, sliding one finger in to test the waters. he could feel you tending with each curl of his finger, hitting that soft pillow behind your clit. he waited for nothing, entering another finger and twisting back and forth. stretching his fingers out into a scissor motion to stretch you.
it stung, but it felt heavenly, the growing need to be stuffed, fucked and filled. you continued to whimper and drool into the pillow, saliva catching on your uvula as you gargled in euphoria.
"ready to cum?" you nodded in response, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. he continued pumping his digits into you with ease, laying his head between your knees and under you. propping a pillow under his neck for height, his other hand grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you down into his mouth.
lips immediately enveloping your clit, tongue brushing against it gently. you shrieked at the added pleasure, already sitting on the verge and now you would for sure combust. his moaning vibrating against you, lapping at your clit and pink hole, tasting every bit of you.
"s-stevie, f-fuckimgonnacum." you had to get the words out quickly or you would have actually cum instead of warning him. he continued swirling his tongue against your clit, bouncing his wet muscle against it while curling his knuckles deep within you.
"cum for me." it was a demand, and you did. toes curling, knuckles white, hips stuttering, muscles tensing as your hardest orgasm crashed into you like a fucking train wreck. hair stuck to the back of your neck, a faint shein of sweat sticking to your exposed skin across your back and thighs.
he made sure to drink every bit of you up, til you were squirming away from him. til you were trying to break his nose with your pelvis.
"I forgot how fucking stunning you were when you cum on my tongue. ready to cum on my cock?" he groped himself, stroking his knob gently through his pants. pulling his precum to the very tip where he had started leaking through his boxes and pants.
he looked down at you, perfect and pathetic. just how he liked you to be.
ex!steve rogers x retail worker!reader ft. bestfriend!bucky barnes
steve's a bit of a freak, so when he finally meets someone who matches that, he'd do anything to keep her.
MDNI Heavy Themes Warning
established past relationship, stalking, pining, exhibition kink, choking kink, spanking kink, toy play and mention, cream pie, anal play, nipple play, ice/food play, spit play, hickies, possessional play, predator/prey play, psycho play, swearing, threats, mentions of blood, mentions of harm to reader, degrading and humiliation kink
word count >> 3k
1: prologue
2: the unhinged steve rogers > 9.1K
so, Friday night. exams at university are over. you deserve a drink. you deserve several in fact, for making it through the year without losing your sanity. it was a close call a few times there but you managed to push through.
the only problem? you didn't really have anyone to go with. I mean, who goes out drinking alone in bars? it's not really an easy thing to do solo. but no one else seemed interested in going. you didn't want to sit around and do nothing though.
that's what you always did. it was time to try something else.
so you googled the closets bars to you, looking through a few reviews, photos and overall vibes to see what would fit. you didn't have a big goal, just somewhere that had alcohol and a pool table.
you grabbed a jacket on your way out, just in case you needed it. it could never hurt. the nearest one was just a 10 minute walk from your dorm. a solo adventure, what could be more exciting?
when you stepped into the bar you noticed three things right away:
1. this does not smell right
2. this does not look right
3. the floor is oddly sticky
still, you weren't going to let a little fee hang ups ruin the night. your eyes scanned over the groups of people within the bar, all laughing and conversing amongst themselves. a few people throwing looks your way as your eyes lingered on them.
it was awkward, but you brought your focus to the bar in front of you. eyes looking at all the drink options on the menu card in front of you.
"Hey, what can I get 'ya?" the guy behind the bar looked young, too young to be serving alcohol. you had more hair on your armpits than he had on his face. a terrible attempt at trying to grow a beard.
''uhm, what's your sweetest cocktail?" you asked, sounding uncertain that you even wanted anything. he looked a little surprised you were drinking but not shocked you wanted something with sugar, colour and almost not alcohol taste.
"cosmo or pina colada." you nodded at the two options, eyes looking at the small boxes of photos next to each drink name in the menu. a list of ingredients under each name to follow.
"I'll grab a cosmo to start." he gave you a quick smile before turning around to start making the drink. you placed your jacket underneath you on the stool to sit on. you looked around, noticing the neon lights in every corner with something funny, raunchy or alcohol related written.
the soft conversations all happening in different locations around the bar, it was busy for sure. your eyes caught a small group sitting together in a secluded corner. a bellowing laughter echoed from the table, a guy about your age sitting next to a girl with reddish, brownish hair. arm slumped over the back of her chair to claim her.
you tried not to stare for too long, knowing if you caught awkward eye contact that it might invite chaos in. but chaos was the last of your worries.
"cosmo." the bartender slid the drink towards you gently, careful not to spill the martini glass. you carefully grabbed it, bringing the sugar rim to your lips and taking a sip. the vodka was strong, stronger than you expected. if you weren't too nice you would ask him to remake it. but doubt kept you quiet for now.
the awkwardness had really begun to set in now, you had never felt so alone in a crowded place. not only did you feel alone, but you looked alone to the naked eye. and that's what makes for easy targets.
Steve laughed at whatever dumb joke Bucky had made, three beers deep and he still wasn't close to tipsy to enjoy Bucky's company. he didn't know what it was, he just didn't like the guy. the way he was with Natasha just didn't sit right to Steve, but then again, he didn't know Bucky like Natasha did.
just when the night was beginning to feel a little dull, that's when he saw you. sitting at the bar, legs crossed in a mini skirt, blouse holding on for dear life as it sat fitted across your chest. hairs framing your face under the neon lights, your demeanor spoke volumes while you sat there drinking your pink drink. such femininity that you carried, he noticed you sat on top of a jacket, but whose?
"Steve?" Natasha's smile dropped when she noticed Steve was no longer paying attention to them, but to someone else. she followed his eyes to see you at the bar, a twang of jealousy nipping at her stomach. despite dating Bucky, Natasha was very much interested with Steve. he had closed that door to her a long time ago but she still hoped for the day it could be wedged open. Bucky too now noticed Steve's fixation on the girl at the bar, an idea striking him immediately.
"I'll be back." Steve felt almost a slight panic as Bucky stood and began waltzing over to you with his typical charminf demeanor. he stood right next to you at the bar, you tried your best not to pay attention or better yet, get his attention.
"hey bartender, 3 more beers thanks." your eyes were in your drink, metal pick swirling the alcohol around gently with a plump red cherry on the tip. you could feel him staring, waiting for you to notice him.
"so, come around here often?" he asked, so casually like this was the norm to him. you didn't understand how some people just had that kind of confidence in themselves. it was hard to ignore him though, he seemed like he was just trying to make small talk while he waited for his drinks.
"not really, first time." your voice was small, but somehow he managed to hear you just fine over the conversations that had grown louder in the last 10 minutes. his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, seeing how gentle and innocent you were.
"virgin huh?" your ears shaded into a dark red, your eye twitched slightly and your grip on the hem of the skirt tightened. your head snapped towards him, a painted face of anger and confusion across it.
"I didn't mean it like that! I just meant, you've never come here before. come on, I'll introduce you to my friends." he gestured over to the table he once sat at before, both Steve and Natasha still engaged in little conversation but still eyeing you.
"is he fucking for real right now?" Natasha asked, eyes boring holes into Buck's head.
"seems like it." Steve's tone matched Natasha's, displeased at the show Bucky was once again putting on for everyone. Steve watched intently as you slid off the stool carefully, grabbing your drink and jacket, you made your way shoukder-to-shoulder with him to the table. seeing them up close was a lot more intense than you expected, confronting almost.
"so uh this is my new friend, new friend this is Steve and Natasha who is my girlfriend." he gestured to the blonde cutie sitting across from where you stood, eyeing you down like a melting sundae on a hot summers day. your eyes flicked to Natasha who didn't look too pleased with your precense.
"what was your name?" you asked, turning towards to the polite stranger with that devil's smile.
"James, but everyone calls me Bucky." you were already fond of Bucky, he seemed genuinely nice. no alterior motives behind him.
"so tell us about yourself. what brings you in?" Steve spoke as you took the seat next to him, when your eyes met his, it was like a magnetic pull. it's that moment that everyone talks about, love at first sight.
"well, I didn't want to sit at home alone on a Friday night. so I figured i'd come out for a drink or two." you mumbled a little nervously, trying your best to hold yourself with confidence. these people weren't going to bite your head off.
"sounds depressing really. coming out to drink by yourself. are you an alcoholic?" Natasha was accusatory in her tone towards you, her arms folded across her chest and brows furrowed. you didn't need to be a mind reader to tell she did not like you.
"ignore her. she's drunk and it's past her bedtime." Steve chuckled, ignoring the glares she shot his way.
"so you're out of the house, having your drink. what do you do?" Steve continued to keep the conversation with you flowing, his confidence and charm making it easier for you to talk to him. Natasha continued to throw shady comments and questions your way until Bucky agreed with Steve he would take her home to sober up and sleep it off.
that then just left you and Steve, but he was still easy to talk to. when closing time crept up, he offered to walk you home. helping hold you steady as the cosmos had gone to your head after drinking them on an empty stomach.
the walk home, turned into a goodnight kiss. that's all he'd do for now, choosing to keep you close to him rather than a one night stand situation.
after that night, dates continued with Steve. double dates with Natasha and Bucky which were horrible considering she never spoke to you the whole time and it always ended up with her and Bucky getting into an argument.
one month. time was flying by quickly with Steve, and after one month you had decided that it was time. it was normal and natural for all couples to have sex. especially at your age. but you had spent a lot of your teen life delving into darker things rather than just plain sex.
certain stuff turned you off, things that shouldn't turn any person on. things that would send Steve running away if he ever found out. you had been invited over to Steve's place, he lived in a crappy crash pad not too far from your place. he had managed to clean the place up though, he was cooking some kind of Italian dish for dinner and even changed the bedsheets.
you sat nervously on the couch, fidgeting with your hands and fingers to try and relax you. Steve noticed right away there was something off.
"hey, if you're not up for it tonight then I understand." he said softly as he began plating up the food onto dishes, stream pouring from the top of it from just coming off the stove.
"what?" even you were surprised by Steve's suggestion.
"I can see that you're nervous babe. and I don't want to make you uncomfortable." he was gentle with you, crouching down to your level on the couch and tilting your chin up to look at him.
"it's not that." your fingers continued to fidget, you didn't know how to talk to him about this. you guys hadn't really talked much about what eachother liked in the bedroom.
"then what is it? hmm? promise not to laugh." he held his pinky out towards you, his was of assuring you because you always believed a pinky-promise could never be broken. your pinky wrapped around his, snug and overwhelming as you knew you couldn't run away now.
"I have some things, things that I enjoy being done to me. while..." your cheeks glowed red and your chest tightened from embarrassment.
"oh." that oh changed everything, Steve's world was about to be opened up. you started off slow to begin with, a little hair pulling here, a little spanking there. he began researching more into it, finding out what you liked. how you liked to be fucked, how you liked to be ruined.
he had fallen down a rabbit hole of control, sexual deviancy and abusive power. he changed. he began bringing his possessiveness out of the bedroom and into your life more often. he wanted to know where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. it became more than just some bedroom fun, it became an obsession.
you waited patiently for him to walk through the door, sitting on the edge of the couch. heart pounding with anxiety of how this would turn out. it was now or never. 7:04, any minute now he should be home from work. any minute now he'd walk through the door and immediately smother you with affections. but you couldn't let him.
when the keys in the door rattled you began asking yourself if today was the day you should do this. if it was a good idea to even begin with. no you couldn't back out now, this was planned. the bags were already packed into your car.
it was time. when he stepped foot in the door, he immediately sensed something was off. your energy infected the whole room, it was shifted from your usual sense. he didn't acknowledge it though, choosing to kick off his boots and step into the bubble you had created in the living room.
"hello gorgeous, been missing you today." he went to engulf you, inhaling you like he always did. but you flinched, holding your hand up to stop him. his facade immediately fell and he caught on.
"Steve, I've been thinking. lately you've been...different. a lot different. and it's come to my attention that I can't be the person you want me to be." he stood there, hands balled into fists by his sides. head turned to avoid the contact, jaw clenched.
"so, I think it's best if we just...part ways for now. maybe we can still-"
"be fucking friends?! that's a laugh. if you think we could be friends after this, you're fucking dumb. I can't believe after wasting all my time you'd think id just be your friend." his words were cut throat, slicing through you like a hot blade. no peace. no love. just bitter and hate etched into each word.
"I'm sorry Steve." you unclenched your hand, apartment key hot in your red palm. unlatched from your key chain. he stood and stared at it, feeling even more rage if that was even possible.
"sorry? I give you everything and all you can say is 'i'm sorry'!? I did more for you than any shit-brick-cunt ever had and ever will. you'll realise by the end of the week you can't be without me. no one will love you like I do. the real you. the fucking freak who thinks being chased around by a psycho with a knife is a turn on." you didn't recognise this man anymore, he wasn't your Steve. maybe once upon a time he was, but he was something darker now.
you grabbed your bag, swinging the strap over your shoulder and walking out before you changed your mind. Steve was wrong, you managed to move on without him. you managed to find yourself a good job at a unisex retail clothing store. you felt like you could just move past it and keep it in your review mirror.
3 weeks went by and you were pretty surprised you hadn't heard from Steve. or so you thought. it started at 3pm on a random day at work.
your phone rang, Steve's name popping up on your screen. you should have just blocked him right after the break up, but you were too soft. making every excuse in the book every time you went to push that button. you let it ring out, choosing to ignore it and focus on keeping your head straight at your job.
you needed the money, and being distracted meant no money. after it rung out, it began ringing again. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, his name on the screen again. your stomach twinged a little, a small nerve pinch that made you slightly uncomfortable. you watched it ring out, only to immediately ring again. you debated if you should pick up, three calls in a row. what if he was hurt? what if he was sick? or in trouble? you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, phone still vibrating in your palm as you grounded yourself. he needs to be his own adult now, you can't fix everything for him. you left him for a reason.
when you didn't pick up, that's when the messages started spamming through, one right after the other. like he had scheduled them all to send at the same time.
what are you doing?
pick up your phone.
answer the phone.
where are you?
who are you with?
when will you be home?
I need to talk to you.
your parents won't take my calls.
pick up the fucking phone.
I need to hear your voice.
your anxiety only continued creeping up your spine, sending an uneasy feeling to your gut. you hated being that person, but you needed to be somewhere safe. you worried about how Steve might somehow find out about your job here and just walk on in.
you spoke to your manager, Monica. she was pretty okay with you taking the rest of the day off. not pleased, but still okay. you immediately raced out to your car, sitting inside it and blasting the air con in your face to cool you off. you were panting like you were out of breath.
if this was how you felt after only 3 weeks, then maybe it was time to move on to somewhere else. start fresh. away from Steve, away from anyone who could connect you back to him somehow. you drove to your parents house, explaining to them how you were looking at transferring to get more experience. they were concerned but not enough to question it further. they didn't need to know the gritty details of what happened between you and Steve. just that it wasn't the right fit, and if he comes around asking for you, for them to not say a word about it.
you had no clue to what extend Steve's psycho behaviour went too, and you didn't want to find out.
part 1 is the prologue which is still being worked on currently! this will give you all the back story to Steve's twisted mind and how he fell so far down the rabbit hole.
you can also expect features of Bucky x Natasha as well!
prologue should be out soon enough! if you want I can add you to the tag list which will notify you of updates to this series.
ex!steve rogers x retail worker!reader ft. bestfriend!bucky barnes
steve's a bit of a freak, so when he finally meets someone who matches that, he'd do anything to keep her.
MDNI Heavy Themes Warning
established past relationship, stalking, pining, exhibition kink, choking kink, spanking kink, toy play and mention, cream pie, anal play, nipple play, ice/food play, spit play, hickies, possessional play, predator/prey play, psycho play, swearing, threats, mentions of blood, mentions of harm to reader, degrading and humiliation kink
!! themes subject to each chapter
word count >> 9.1K
1: prologue - 3k
2: the unhinged steve rogers
you rolled your eyes for what felt like the 100th time today. Same shit, different day. same annoying and boring customers who were rude, who constantly asked stupid questions and seemed to enjoy making your life a living hell day in and out.
you had refolded the same shirts out the front on the trestle too many times. you had been asked exactly 13 times already 'do you have this in other colours?'. yes, yes I am hiding more shit out back. this isn't a fucking build-a-bear.
your eyes caught glimpse of the time on the computer screen as you walked past, carrying a stock box towards the roller rack to unpack for what little time it seemed you had left. 15 minutes. hopefully the afternoon stayed quiet, usually around this time school pick ups were happening.
the loud chatter coming down to a low hum of straggler shoppers in the mall as people began heading home after spending too much money on shit they didn't need. you adjusted your ear piece a bit better in your ear, you had been soloing for the afternoon but it was a comfort thing rather than a required thing.
you grabbed the stanley knife, dragging it along the soft, crisp tape gently before sliding it back into your back pocket. you had a collection at home of how many had accidentally gone home with you after a shift.
eyes caught a glimpse of you quickly, a short breath escaping Steve's lips as he quickly retraced his steps back and into the small store. printed tees and denim jackets hung 3 stories high, messy jeans piled into shelving units along the walls and tidy tables around the store.
you stood in the middle by the rack, hanging up a new style of jeans on hooks. carefully folding each pant to sit a certain way so tags were accessible. you hadn't noticed him yet, too task-focused to see he had just stepped into the entrance of the store.
you could feel the sense of someone looking at you, an itch that you couldn't scratch. your eyes widened at the sight before you, a quiet 'fuck' mumbled to yourself under your breath. this was the day that every person dreaded, the day you weren't prepared for given it had been 4 months.
your ex, standing in the front of your store making direct eye contact with you. he looked...terrible if you were being honest. a fitted tee snugged to every muscle and ab across his body, baggy was not in his vocabulary.
his hair was longer, almost a shaggy-ness to it now like he had attempted to cut it himself and it backfired. a prominent goatie fading into a 5 o'clock shadow. his eyes were darker now, not their usual soft ocean blue, they seemed more marine blue now.
you weren't sure what to do from here, it's not like you could exactly like the situation.
he made the first move, striding towards you with a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you felt your stomach drop at just the mere idea of him wanting to converse with you.
the break up was messy, he had a small tendency to constantly send you messages through social media. morning serious, just him constantly saying that he would murder any man that touched me, not to ever block him because he would know and he would find a way around it every time. and he did.
he was, unhinged. he never laid a hand on you or ever put you in a dangerous situation but, he had a habit of instilling a small amount of fear in you. and that fear had returned again the second he made his way towards you. you could smell the same faint smell of his body wash, a crisp fresh scent overpowering your senses, his hair slightly damp. or greasy. you couldn't tell.
beard a little unkept, a paleness to him like he hasn't been eating or sleeping properly. his gaming and online life probably keeping him occupied of a night. he was a classic gamer guy, heavy on the guy.
"well, if it isn't my favourite person." you could hear the sarcasm dripping from every syllable. his eyes showing a slight spark in them, the fuel to his catastrophe. your held your breath, afraid to even breathe wrong around him.
"Steve, it's been a while. how are you?" you tried your breath to not let your voice shake, key word. tried. but he knew you better than that. he knew your hands always shook when you had anxiety, you always squeezed your fingers into fists by your side in hopes to get it to stop.
he could see your pulse jumping as your heart rate increased, beads of sweat forming under your jawline down your neck. his eyes held an uneasiness in them, an unreadable thought lurking behind those gorgeous blue orbs.
"same old me, finally got a better job. night security at this tech building. pretty fun stuff really, some cool toys to play with." he sure was the same, his fascination with gadgets and weapons had a way of finding it's agenda into your relationship at one point. the point where you called it all off, two years of deep dating Steve as he was slowly descending deeper into his fixations.
"what about you? never seen you in here before." your stomach sunk further hearing that, like he had potentially trying to keep tabs on you. another fault he had during your time together, your location always available to him.
"I just transferred to the area, rent was hard to keep up where I was before. so, this was the next best option." you cringed at yourself, why were you even talking to him? the interaction felt forced, and that itch of discomfort was back again.
"I see. well, welcome home I guess. been a busy day for you?" you were waiting for the moment someone would walk in, anyone. someone. just someone to walk past and stop at a front rack or table. something to save you from this horrible conversation.
"uhm yeah, kinda. look Steve, as much as I am happy for you, I think it would be best if we-"
"get coffee sometime? sure, what's your number? I'll arrange a time." you swallow hard, finding it harder for your voice to come out. classic Steve. always wriggling his way back under your skin, like a parasite that shouldn't be there.
"Steve..." you tried to protest, but when he gave you that look. that look like you're about to break him, like your words alone have shattered him.
"what? I thought we were friends? I thought we could be civil adults and at least try to get along if we're gonna be living in the same town together. might as well get used to seeing more of each other." you didn't want to see more of him, platonic or not.
"I was just going to say that it might be hard, my boss is pretty full on with hours and I'm helping out at home-"
"you're back at home? how are your parents?" shit. you shouldn't have said anything. you had given away so much at this point.
"attention shoppers, all stores will be closing in five minutes, please complete all purchases and make your way to the exits. thank you for shopping with us today, see you tomorrow at 9am." a breath of relief exhaled from you, a look of realization coming to Steve as he checked his watch, still holding his phone out to you.
"one coffee, and then we can part ways and keep going on with our lives like normal." you stared at the device, debating internally if this was a good idea. you couldn't help but remember something your dad used to always say to you when you were younger. pick your battles, and should you fight today, hope to win. but expect to die tomorrow. it never made sense to you, until now.
your eyes met his one last time, a big mistake on your part. those puppy-begging eyes. every piece of him pleading and manipulating you.
"I'm sorry Steve, can we arrange this over social media? I'll message you." he saw the way his hand clutched his phone tight, a slight crack happening under his grip. his jaw clenched, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. orbsn my vibrating slightly as rage washed over him.
but he pushed it down, knowing he couldn't break in front of you. couldn't show how badly he wanted, no needed you. that since the day you left he was nothing without you.
"sure. another time." and with that he was quick to beeline out of the store, mumbling curses to himself under his breath as he walked off. you closed quickly, making sure to call your friend right away, picking up after just a few rings.
"Hey, what's up?" you immediately felt better hearing Bucky's voice on the other end of the call. his casual greeting pulling you out of the spiral that had begun to take over your senses.
"hey, I'm closing up. I was wondering if you're free to hang out? feeling a little awkward after an encounter with steve the peeve." as soon as you mentioned Steve, Bucky was on his way. Bucky was in your friend group when you were dating Steve, a mix of your friends and Steve's friends who were somewhat dating and not. Natasha was friends with Steve, a little too close friends with him, but she was dating bucky for a bit. you guys had hit it off right away, being the 'outside' members of the group.
you waited for Bucky to be standing outside the door of the shop before you even turned off the lights. clutching your bag tightly to you, you locked up the last door as you got out of the shop.
"Hey, thanks for showing up. ready?' he nodded in response, sliding his arm over your back and pulling you slightly into his side in comfort.
the drive to Bucky's place was short, he always lived closer to the mall than you. your parents preferred being as far away from town as possible. hating the traffic jams and loud night life.
when you finally emerged into his foyer, you slipped your shoes off, letting out a sigh of relief as you wiggled your sore toes and flexed the arch in your foot.
"long day?" he asked slipping in behind you, closing the door and locking it. kicking his boots off and throwing his truck keys onto the foyer table. his jacket came off next to hang on the rack by the front.
"just the last hour, it was quiet." you sighed, making your way to the couch and plopping down onto the cold, leather cushions.
"apparently not. so you saw Steve?" bucky wasted no time getting into your afternoon interaction with your ex.
"yeah, he looked...really bad. like he wasn't sleeping or eating or leaving the house, he was that pale. it was weird, well no. scratch that. he was weird." it was no surprise to bucky that Steve of all people would behave weirdly around you. he always knew something was up when you and Steve were together.
something about the guy didn't sit right with him, sure he had few conversations with him. but he disliked how close he was with Natasha, and how greedy he could be towards you. almost controlling. after Bucky and Natasha broke up, it was hard for you and Bucky to remain friends, Steve caught you still texting bucky one night. checking in on him.
in Steve's words though, you were a
"fucking, lying, cheating traitor." he was pissed, words dripping with disgust and rage, palms balled into fists at his side, seething and spitting through his teeth. his face dangerously close to yours, eyes dark and swirling with what you could only describe as 'genuine terror'.
that was the last time you spoke to Bucky before you split with Steve. as far as you had gathered, Natasha had some weird obsession with Steve, but for some reason it was never a bother to you. sure you still felt basic jealousy at how she threw herself at Steve, but you knew deep in your heart that you didn't love Steve as much as he loved you.
you couldn't really describe what your feelings were during that time, you loved him in the beginning. but as your relationship went on, he changed. something in him changed. he became insufferable, always wanting to know where you were, who you were with
"why don't you text me enough? do you not love me?" to others, he was just a concerned boyfriend. to you, mentally unstable.
he always had to be apart of you, even getting your name tattooed on his left shoulder blade on his back. right near his heart where you'd always be. again, to others, endearing. to you, obsessive. like he was trying to claim you in some way.
you had told Bucky about the interaction word for word. his jaw tightening as he listened to how persistent Steve had been towards you. he never knew to the full extent how toxic the relationship was, but he knew about how Steve acted after. the way he would call you, one, four, eleven times in the span of ten minutes.
text messages left in your archived inboxes and spam folders from untraceable emails and I.P. addresses.
for fucks sake I miss you.
why won't you return my calls?
I promise I'll change.
just pick up the fucking phone.
Bucky tried to convince you to take it to the police, get a restraining order, but that would take time. money, and you would have to endure more than you bargained for. a mental load you didn't want to carry after such a heavy relationship.
"so what's the plan now?" Bucky asked after you finished telling him about your encounter.
"avoid, ignore and hope that he's over me enough to just stay away." you replied, slumping further into the faux fabric beneath you.
"you know he won't. it's only been four months, there's no way he's gotten over you in such a short amount of time." you wanted to tell Bucky he was wrong, that you believed all of it had come to an end. but you'd be lying to yourself and him if you did.
"well I can't afford to move away again. and with my dad being unwell I need to be here to help pay the bills." your dad had been sick for a few months now, and he was the sole earner in the house. but after an accident at work, he couldn't return back to his regular job and he was one stressed-induced heart attack away from being hooked up to a machine which he didn't want.
your mum was too old to go out and find work, most places turning her down for younger, cheaper people. at least you could bring in some income to help cover the hospital bills until they could get more access to finances.
"I guess that's true. I just, I don't trust the guy. he fucked with you and I think if you let him back into your life it'll end badly for you. give an inch and he'll take a mile." you knew Bucky was right, but there was also the face that there was nothing you could do about it.
"I'm tired, I think we should order food and slip into a coma watching trash tv. you in?" how could Bucky turn down that? he was immediately on Uber eats, ordering from your usual Chinese take out place and you worked on finding some crappy reality tv show to binge watch on HBO.
the room was dark, blinds closed and air con crisp in the room. the soft plush blanket Bucky had draped over you at some point wrapped around each limb to keep you warm. the loud panging sound of your alarm pulling you out of your deep sleep.
your hand moved around in the dark, trying to grab hold of the device that didn't seem to shut up no matter how many times your thumb smashed the snooze button.
"fucking hell! some of us would like to sleep in!" you heard Bucky's faint rumble from his bedroom on the other side of the wall.
"sorry Buck. gotta head to work soon." you groaned, finally turning the alarm off and unlocking your phone. you opened Instagram, immediately opening up reels and scrolling through. your typical morning ritual, scroll on reels for too long, get up and wash your face and body, head home and get into clean work clothes, hit the coffee shop for an iced latte on the way to work.
when you finally got there you saw Monica, the store manager at the computer filling out some kind of report like she always did on Tuesdays.
"morning!" she greeted in her usual bubbly tone, always happy to see you.
"morning, been busy?" you asked, slipping your bag under the counter and sipping at your latte.
"yeah, I've made $600 in the first hour already. and lunch rush should hit us soon so we can expect a bigger day today." you nodded, heart rate increasing as the fear of Steve stopping by again today crept into your head.
"where do you want me today?" you asked, scanning over the book with your budgets and goals Monica had scribbled down.
"Hm? oh! changerooms today, if we're expecting traffic then I'll need you down the back today making sure shit goes back where it belongs." you enjoyed being down the back, having small interactions with customers. it was doing half the work to make a sale.
"cool. I'll clock on and get cracking." you quickly typed your I.D. badge into the computer, getting the green tick of approval that you are now on the clock. you placed your ear piece in and microphone attached to the neckline of your top. pressing down on the mic before speaking into it.
"mic two test, mic two test." you spoke softly into it, making sure not to send through any feedback.
"test received." you heard back in the ear piece, repeating back the same phrase so she knew you could hear her as well. you began pulling out this mornings left over pieces of clothing, some half hanging on hangers, some scrunched up into balls on the floor. you hung them properly onto the hangers, leaving them on the put back rack for now.
you grabbed the paper towel and Windex and began wiping down the mirrors inside, spraying antibacterial spray in each of the fitting rooms. adjusting the small corner seats so they sat flush against the wall.
"mind if I try some stuff on?" you jumped at the voice from behind, whipping around to see none other than Steve. standing there, fingers curled around half a dozen hangers with different articles of clothing on them.
suddenly, the air was thicker, the lights seemed dull and you felt almost trapped. you didn't speak, mouth struggling to find the words to respond.
you could only nod, stepping out of the fitting room and standing more in sight of your manager and some customers.
"oh, you mind staying close? I'll need some assistance." he quirked the corner of his mouth into that same smirk again, unsettling and a hidden agenda behind it.
"sure, just sing out if I can help at all." something told you to not stick around but you also didn't want to make a scene. he closed the curtain behind him, a soft thud of the clothes hitting the small stool in the fitting room.
you couldn't help the slight shake in your hand as you shuffled items along the rack, your throat tightening and trying to not cut off air to your lungs.
as soon as you heard the door swing open, his heavy feet hitting the hardwood floor as he stood facing you. you waited to turn, mentally finding a way to fight through this and try and be neutral.
"thoughts?" your eyes scanned over his outfit, a pair of black jeans snug on his thighs before bunching up around the bottoms of his ankles, a plain navy tee hugging his torso and arms as if he had put on a shirt two sizes too small for him. a typical Steve outfit.
and for a moment, something deep down hungered seeing him. a pulsing from below the belt throbbed and your underwear grew damp under the skirt you wore. Steve could see it in your tells, the sweating palms, the longing look, the way your eyes shifted across his body, mentally undressing him.
"looks good." was all you could muster up, tongue darting to wet your dry lips. he stepped towards you, once and slowly. like approaching a wild animal as to not scare it off too quickly. when he didn't see you startle he took another step, and another. until he was just inches from you now, looking down at you like he used too. like he held all the power over you.
like you were an ant under his boot, slowly bending to his will. when his hand came up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear you couldn't hide the blush of crimson creeping onto your cheeks. your head tilted to the floor in embarrassment, eyes not daring to meet his. his finger found your chin, tilting your head towards his gaze.
"don't hide from me. you know I hate when you do that." he couldn't help the slight playful tone in his voice, the slightly familiar husk in the air to him.
"you know what I've missed most about you? those damn, pretty eyes. the way you're always trying to read my mind, like you're desperate for answers or to know what I'm thinking." your breaths were coming out in shorter takes now, trying to remain steady.
"what are you thinking?" you should have been pushing him away from you and asking to go home early but instead something kept you in this state, on the edge of your seat.
"pretty sure if I did what I was thinking right now, you'd get fired." your core tingled at the mere idea of him wanting to do something insane. something that could end up getting you caught. he knew just how to push your buttons, what dirty things that excited you. and you were playing right into his hand like a pawn on a chessboard.
his head tilted down, in an attempt to capture your lips but you managed to turn your head just in a nick of time. his movements coming to an abrupt stop as he realized you would not reciprocate his feelings right now. a dry laugh escaped him, rumbling his chest a little.
"here I thought we were both on the same page." his voice was deeper now, agitated.
"steve-"
"what?" his tone was sharp, snapping in response. he hated when you said his name, it was always followed by something hurtful.
"if you no longer need any help, I should get back to work. the outfit looks nice, you always look good in blue." you did your best to keep the situation at hand neutral but Steve was anything but.
his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the fitting room with him and closing the door quickly. his body pressed up against yours hard to keep you there, lungs crushed against the plaster wall and his chest. your wrists pinned on either side of your head, his breath fanning over your face. lips inches from yours, deliciously pink.
"that's it? that's all I get? you think that I'm in here just to fucking buy a new wardrobe? you really are naive aren't you mouse?" God you hated that name, your eyes closed shut in disgust as your mind flooded with memories. the weird obsession he had with making you feel meek under him. your undeniable sexual attraction to it.
"look at you, all pathetic for me. you never knew how to be strong. always putty and ready for me. remember? the way you'd choke on my cock as I came down that pretty throat of yours? fuck." he began rubbing himself against you, his dick hard through the black jeans and desperate for release.
"you're dripping right now, aren't you? the idea that your boss could walk in on us right now gets you excited doesn't it?" your bottom lip quivered, legs weak and chest shuddering underneath him.
"mic two, are you there? why can't I see you at the fitting room?" the voice came through your ear piece, Monica's voice. concerned of your whereabouts.
"better answer that, wouldn't want you losing this job." he let go, but didn't move back to give you room. but he did let you slip past him and step out of the change room. pressing the mic you spoke,
"mic one, I'm here. sorry was cleaning the mirror in the change room. last person in there decided to practice their kissing techniques." your voice was shaky and you sounded out of breath, but Monica chose not to press it.
"okay, I'm heading out to lunch soon. so go on your bathroom break now please." saved by the bell.
"copy." you responded, darting out the store bed to the toilet, in hopes that Steve would see you had left and assumed you had gone home for the day. you waited in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes before going back to the store. seeing Steve checking out at the counter, chatting away smoothly to your boss.
her laughter booming through the store at some cheesy joke he made. Steve was always good at interacting with people, especially your family. it was like a super power almost, his confidence in himself and his ability to just be able to get along with everyone.
"well done be a stranger Steve, come back and use that coupon next time!" she sung to him as she handed him the paper bag filled with clothes he didn't need.
"I definitely will." his eyes caught yours one last time before leaving the store, it was a promise to you more than a response to Monica. a promise, that you had not seen the last of Steve.
your afternoon was another quiet one, with the lingering fear of Steve returning to your store in hopes to catch you alone again. but he didn't. 5pm came soon enough and you closed the doors as quickly as possibly in fear he would walk in right before you closed them.
you counted the tills quickly and got out as soon as possible, being sure to check your surroundings before heading out to the parking lot to your car. the sun barely seen over the building in the distance, the sky a dark blue with just a small amount of light left to it.
stars begining to twinkle the night sky, you couldn't help but feel a sudden chill run down your spine. the feeling of not being alone creeping through you, as you slid into the driver's seat of your car you locked the doors as soon as possible. quickly observing your surroundings but not seeing any other signs of people.
with that bringing you a sense of relief, you turned your key in the ignition and zoomed out of the lot to head home. it took you exactly 25 minutes to get home, pulling up into the drive way and heading up to the porch where your mum had left the light on for you. not a shred of sunlight left in the sky.
the door was unlocked and there was an immediate temperature difference as soon as you stepped into the house. your mother always had a way of making home always feel warm and pleasant to walk into after a hard day. it was something your father had always admired when he would go to work for 12 hours a day.
the way he could come home and slump into your mother's embrace and still have enough energy to show his love and appreciation towards her hard work.
the house always smelt like good food too, some kind of roast always cooking in the oven and vegetables and gravy overpowering your senses.
"that you hon?" your mother called from the kitchen as she prepared tonight's dinner, your father probably glued to the couch watching the football game on the tv.
"yeah it's me.' you called back, kicking your shoes off and meeting her at the stove as she threw ingredients into the pot boiling away. you gave her a kiss on the cheek as a greetings, a loving smile creeping across her face in response.
"how was work?" every hair on your body stood up at the mention of your fucked up day, but you didn't want your parents to worry. they barely know much about the extent of your relationship with Steve. and you didn't want them worrying more about it.
"good. tiring. what's for dinner?" you were quick to change the subject over, hoping she wouldn't pick up on your nervousness or anxious demeanor.
"chicken broth soup." your stomach grumbled at the idea of food. you made sure to quickly say hello and hug your dad before disappearing into your room. shredding away the layers of sweat and work into something more comfortable for yourself.
you laid in bed, opening Instagram and thumb hovering over your DMs. what were you doing? you just wanted to look and see what there was, something in you was curious and ached to find out what was behind the mask of this all.
you knew right away from the username which message thread was his. followed by 'wants to send you a message'. this wasn't a good idea, you should just leave this be and not engage. he could take this further if he wants. but you couldn't stop yourself, desperate to know more. you opened it, stomach flipping and heart thudding against your ribs.
do you know what you do to me? how much I crave you? night and day.
the mere thought of not being with you makes me dread life.
you may act like you don't, but deep down I know how much you miss me.
you'll never be loved or fucked or known the way I do for you.
the last message excited you even though you know it shouldn't. it made you only, for a split second, miss the wonderful sex you used to have with Steve. the way he knew your body inside and out, how he would be so careful and loving to begin with before ravishing you like you were his last meal.
the way he'd talk you through it, making sure to praise as well as degrade you. touching you in all your sensitive spots, neck, tits, jaw, thighs, everywhere he could gain a reaction from you.
you needed to get off and you needed to find something else to think about to do it. anything else but Steve. you couldn't go there again, not even as a fantasy. it was dangerous.
"dinner!" you'd have a continue this personal rendezvous after dinner.
day three of knowing Steve would be coming in to see you for whatever reason it was today. whatever excuse he would have to make up just to come in and talk to you. it was daunting to say the least.
but what you didn't expect was to see Bucky walking in with an iced latte in hand for you, a boyish grin on his face as he handed it to you.
"thought I'd stop in and see how you're going with everything." you smiled in return, immediately taking a sip and groaning in approval. it was just what you needed.
"you're a blessing you know that?" you said, mouth still half full of coffee.
"they don't call me Bucky blessing Barnes for nothing." you rolled your eyes, looking at the time on the computer, only two hours in and three more to go.
"You on with Monica today? he asked, you shook your head in response. another day running the store solo.
"No, she opened. I'm closing." the idea of you being alone with the shop made Bucky very concerned, especially with your ex lurking about now. he didn't know that Steve had made a visit to you again yesterday. and you weren't planning on telling him anytime soon.
"do you want anything before I head off? snacks? toilet break quickly? I can watch the store." you jumped at the toilet break, desperately needing to release your bladder after drinking almost all your water in the first hour of your shift.
you always tried to be quick, knowing Bucky would only really be lookout rather than helpful should someone walk into the store. and it saved you the ten minute to close up and reopen just to go to bathroom. after peeing for what felt like twenty minutes and making your way out the bathroom, your guard was down and not anticipating Steve leaning against the wall outside the toilets.
"been waiting to get you alone. I don't like the idea of Bucky chatting you up at work. that been going on. long?" you raised a brow, cocking your head to the side.
"so what if it has, at least I'm happy. isn't that important?" Steve hated when you would throw things in his face, it wasn't common and it wasn't on.
"don't you talk to me like I'm nothing to you. like you don't love me-"
"I don't love you Steve. that's what I've been showing every time I see you." you finally snapped, seeing his rage only grow in just the mere flex in his jaw, his pupils blowing and that vein on his neck protruding.
"you may not live me right now, but you will. and I promise you, I won't let you get away again." he growled, tone a warning. you felt uneasy but at least you had finally spoken up for yourself. you watched Steve storm off in anger and you hurried back to the store.
"you alright? you were gone a while." Bucky immediately jumped to being concerned for you, seeing your flushed cheeks and red ears burning from anxiety.
"I'm good, I'll see you later?" he nodded, not fully convinced but choosing to let you decide whether or not she should stay.
"sure thing. Chinese and Love Island." you confirmed with that sweet smile he adored, but he knew you would need time to get past things with Steve. and when you did, he would be there for you, ready.
"it's a date." he responded, winkimg at you before turning on his heel and heading out. leaving you alone with the unfolded jumpers and quiet afternoon in the mall with just the stragglers buying one item.
5pm rolled around fast, and no sign of Steve. a sense of relief washed over you as you began your closing duties. sweeping, banking, cleaning mirrors. when you felt satisfied with the state of the store you quickly locked up and began heading out to your car.
you mentally cursed parking so far away from the entrance, a good 30 meters across the lot. that feeling that you were not alone crept under your skin like burning ice to your nerves. every hair on your body stood up in anticipation.
your heels kept connecting hard against the asphalt, pace not too obvious that you were hurrying but quickly enough that should anyone that might be following you would be heard trying to keep up. your heart racked against your ribs, pounding loud into your ears and senses blurring as anxiety took over.
when you spun around just before reaching your car to spook whoever was there, you felt relief seeing it was just you. no one else.
as you turned back to your car door, you caught his reflection in the door window under the harsh fluroeasant light. before you had the thought to scream, run or fight he spun you around and pushed you hard against the side of the car. one arm pressed firmly across your chest, pinning you to the vehicle. the other, his palm stretched across your mouth and jaw. stopping you from screaming or calling for help. he looked you up and down like you were a piece of meat. his prey.
"missed you mouse, did you miss this?" your eyes glowed under the light, wide and filled with fear. he couldn't help but crook a smile at seeing you so scared.
"I'm only going to offer you this once, I take my hand away and you don't scream. you scream, I have no problem doing this the hard way." you could only nod in agreement, you knew Steve wasnt the type to harm you but you knew how he played his games. and he never played fair.
he waited a few seconds before removing his hand. seeing the trust in your eyes. his eyes flickered to your lips, seeing how your bubblegum lipstick smudged in the corner so slightly. you were watching him look at you with a hunger you recognized too easily. and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't feel that same desire growing inside you.
"still as pretty as the day you left. you have no idea how badly I missed you mouse. how I missed our game." he cocked his head to the side, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he watched you contort your face into disgust.
"don't act like you didn't miss this..." he trailed off before nudging his knee between your legs, the denim of his jeans rough against the lace hidden underneath your skirt. you tried to bite back the whimper, but he knew you too well. your head slack against the car door as his thigh pressed against you.
he could feel the flutter of emotions and blood rushing to your core, needing him.
"same girl, just different clothes. you really thought you were finally above all this? I know you better than that." your body only grew more slack against him as his leg moved gently against you. slow and torturing movements, watching you get excited just over his thigh.
"you've got two choices mouse, get in the car with me. or, I make you." your breath hitched, seeing how serious and dark the look in Steve's eyes were. part of you wanted to throw him off you, but the darker side to you was craving this. no one matched your freak like Steve did. the way he easily delved into your world of predator/prey kinks.
"the first choice." your voice was meek, so soft that you weren't even able to hear it. he cocked his head again at you, nudging you a little harder in the cunt as a warning.
"louder. can't hear you." you licked your lips, tongue scraping the dry skin as you fought yourself to get the words out.
"I'll go with you." your voice was still quiet but it was enough for him to swiftly turn you and push you into the vacant seat in the passenger side. you hadn't noticed he had grabbed your keys at some point, he twirled the key ring around his index finger as he scanned the parking lot for witnesses.
climbing into the driver's side and starting the car, he didn't say another word for the entire drive to wherever he was taking you. you could only assume it was to his place or somewhere public and dark.
after about 15 minutes he pulled up to a house, it was quiet. the next houses a few acres away. his house. it was just as you remembered it. you wasted no time getting out of the car, knowing how Steve was about if you were being too slow.
his patience was always as thin as a hair, so easily breakable. you walked towards the house, feeling a little uneasy about being back here. the memories, the shared dreams and meals here. the good times were good, but the bad, was enough to make any rational person walk away.
he led the way, wasting no time getting you inside and onto his couch. pinning you down and overpowering you so easily. it took you off guard but sent a rush to your cunt like no other had before. you did miss this, your body knew it. you just weren't ready to accept it yet.
his tongue dug deep into your mouth, slimy and hot as it rubbed against yours in a disgusting nature. like he was trying to absorb you into him. yet you found yourself whimpering into his mouth and grinding your hips against his. 'God, this was so fucking wrong' was all you could think, fingers wrapping around feathered strands of hair along his neck.
he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling a squeal from you as you pulled back from the kiss. eyes looking at him in confusion, your thumb pressing to the sore spot and revealing a thin saliva-mixed amount of of blood. he licked his lips, smirking at you before pressing his lips to yours against.
his mouth began moving down your jawline though, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other working on the buttons of your blouse. tongue more gentle and sensual now as he began sucking bruises along your neck and collarbone.
"such, a pretty, thing." he muttered, between sloppy kisses. breath hot and damp against yours skin as he pushed your blouse open and made his path towards the curvature of your tits.
"such pretty tits." he growled harsher this time, teeth nipping at that fat in your chest. catching some of the lace and ripping it to get to your nipple. he mouth latched around the perked bud, lapping and suctioning around it. a mixture of teeth and tongue at play that brought music to his ears as you whined beneath him.
hips bucking in desperate need for your sopping core to be touched, please just fucking touch me.
"patience mouse." he mumbled in a warning tone against you. one nipple rolling between the pads of his fingers while the other pulled between his teeth and tongue. you hated this, the lengthy foreplay. he knew you were desperate but he wanted to make you suffer for as long as he had.
you bucked your hips once again and his hands caught hold of them. slamming them back into the couch with force.
"fucking wait." his voice was sharper this time, more aggressive and this wasn't a warning anymore. it was a threat. you were trying to behave, trying to be good. but the sensation was getting unbearable.
"fucking greedy little slut, can't just do what you're told can you?" he detached from your sore nipples, flipping you over and pulling your blouse off your shoulders. no mercy, he was being rough to teach you a lesson. after the garment was tossed to the floor he pulled something from under the couch cushions. and it was no surprise to you when the cable ties wrapped around your wrist and pulled tight locking them in place.
his eyes looked over at the sight below him, straddling the backs of your knees, your back arched in an artistic way, hands bound above your head. face buried into the cushions of the fabric couch, hair that was once tidy now sticking to your forehead as a thin layer of slickness clung to each hair.
"fuckkk." it was a praise, hands rubbing over the curvature in your ass, thumbs digging into your skin with every handful of flesh he grabbed onto. he liked hearing your mewls beneath him, desperate and pleading for either more or for him to stop.
he cock twitched in his boxers, thinking about stuffing you to the brim with his cum. again and again until you milked him of every drop.
he pushed the back of your skirt up, bunching the fabric to sit just above your tailbone. your legs inched open so slightly, he took the sign and opportunity to run the pads of his fingers over the damp lace. feeling every crevice and crease that belonged in your pussy. he liked seeing you squirm for more, how you whispered hushed pleas for more. and there was nothing you couch do about it. he could leave you here for hours, just touching, teasing. keeping you wet, on edge and desperate.
"slick little bitch aren't you?" he brought his fingers to your view, stretching them sideways for you to see yourself on his digits. the strings of arousal and built up hormones that gushed out of you just from being scared and teased.
"say you want this. I want to hear you tell me how you've been waiting for this to happen. how you've been fucking that same fake-cock for months wishing it was me." your eyes shot open at his last demand. how did he know about that? yes you took it when you moved out, you paid for it. but how did he know you would still use it?
when he didn't get an answer from you, his hand struck hard against your right cheek. the impact making you jump in shock and whimper from arousal.
"I want you Steve. all of you. been-been fucking my dildo like it's your cock inside me. filling me up to the brim, making me squirt." his cock twitched again, you always knew just what to say to get him excited and impatient.
"not gonna fuck you just yet, nice try. gonna taste you first. would you like that?" if there was a god of oral, it was Steve. he knew how to work a pussy and pull everything from it. you whimpered a desperate 'yes' which was all he needed before grabbing hold of your hips and propping them up.
your face down in the cushion still, ass in the air and legs parted to expose your glistening and creamy cunt.
"goddd, who made you this wet baby? hmm? you've been getting off on this since I first came in. you remembered right away, what seeing me again meant. can't fight it, you're fucked up, just like me. aren't you baby?" his fingers danced around your labia, torturous and slow. never really touching you where you needed.
your clit throbbing against nothing and your hole only leaking more as he continued to tease.
"do you fucking think we're still playing on your terms? when I ask you something, you respond! admit that you are the dirty bitch you claim not to be!" you cried out as his palm came down on your clit, a stinging sensation crashing over your pussy.
"s-st-steve...I'm s-so sensit-tive." you whimpered, drool pooling into the fabric of the cushion below your face. eyes watering and hips aching.
"tough." another spank to your clit. harder this time, he wasn't going easy on you. just like he said he wasn't. seems that all that pent up rage and anguish he had been pushing down or 'working through' with his therapist came back to the surface and fueled his fire.
"st-steve!" you cried out again, hands reaching to clutch something but being bound all they had were each other to grab onto. he delivered another wet slap to your leaking cunt, your arousal mixed with the violent act making the impact hit harder than it was.
"last chance." he snapped, palm hovering over you, waiting for you to fuck up again and say the wrong thing. he wanted you to enable him, to make him feel like him losing his mind over you was because of you. that it was all your fault and he had no blame. no wrong doing.
"I loved every second of it. I wanted you to fuck me in the shop the day you came in and saw me. I wanted you to take me on the floor in the change room. I wanted you to bend me over the woman's bathroom sink then and there. I wanted it!" and for the first time, his fingers slid across your folds. gliding effortlessly with your arousal running down his knuckles.
"that's a girl." he purred, sliding one finger in to test the waters. he could feel you tending with each curl of his finger, hitting that soft pillow behind your clit. he waited for nothing, entering another finger and twisting back and forth. stretching his fingers out into a scissor motion to stretch you.
it stung, but it felt heavenly, the growing need to be stuffed, fucked and filled. you continued to whimper and drool into the pillow, saliva catching on your uvula as you gargled in euphoria.
"ready to cum?" you nodded in response, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. he continued pumping his digits into you with ease, laying his head between your knees and under you. propping a pillow under his neck for height, his other hand grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you down into his mouth.
lips immediately enveloping your clit, tongue brushing against it gently. you shrieked at the added pleasure, already sitting on the verge and now you would for sure combust. his moaning vibrating against you, lapping at your clit and pink hole, tasting every bit of you.
"s-stevie, f-fuckimgonnacum." you had to get the words out quickly or you would have actually cum instead of warning him. he continued swirling his tongue against your clit, bouncing his wet muscle against it while curling his knuckles deep within you.
"cum for me." it was a demand, and you did. toes curling, knuckles white, hips stuttering, muscles tensing as your hardest orgasm crashed into you like a fucking train wreck. hair stuck to the back of your neck, a faint shein of sweat sticking to your exposed skin across your back and thighs.
he made sure to drink every bit of you up, til you were squirming away from him. til you were trying to break his nose with your pelvis.
"I forgot how fucking stunning you were when you cum on my tongue. ready to cum on my cock?" he groped himself, stroking his knob gently through his pants. pulling his precum to the very tip where he had started leaking through his boxes and pants.
he looked down at you, perfect and pathetic. just how he liked you to be.
Captain Hyrda and the Winter Soldier hunting you down. The one who catches you first gets to fuck your pussy. Better open up you mouth for the runner up.
