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spookiekewchie · 2 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: CEO!Ari Levinson x black!reader

Summary: He's always a Scrooge this time of year, but this year it's different.

Word Count: 4.8k (I really didn't want it to be this long wtf)

Warnings: SOFT!DARK FIC, dubcon/noncon, soft!dark! Ari Levinson, general language warning, cheating, coercion, blackmail, unprotected sex (p in v, make sure they wrap it before they tap it), choking, spanking, Ari's filthy mouth, Dennis getting done dirty, oral (f receiving), squirting (kinda), cuckolding, daddy kink (just the name being used), petnames (Ari calls the reader sweetheart)

A/N: This is for the Soulful Hoeliday Collective hosted by the crew (@geminixevans, @fineanddandy, @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie) It's only a few days after Christmas so it still counts, anyways I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The moodboard is by me, divider is by @firefly-graphics

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Christmas Eve and he’s got you working, you aren’t surprised by this but you had hoped Ari would be less of a Scrooge this year. Especially since this year you have someone that’s been willing to stick around and put up with your demanding hours and the fact that you have to be on call 24/7 in case Ari needs something. Plenty a date has been canceled, cut short, or flat out ruined because Ari needed you to come into the office for one thing or another. Despite that, Dennis has stuck around and for a year at that, patient and sweet as ever.

You almost feel bad that everything isn’t as picture perfect as it seems. Yes, Dennis is sweet and understanding. He goes above and beyond to make you happy and make sure you feel appreciated, but there’s a huge disconnect when it comes to the bedroom. He’s not adventurous enough, he’s too sweet, too gentle, and…well he doesn’t last nearly long enough to get you to your climax all the time. You don’t have the heart to tell him that, you know he’d just beat himself up for it and it’d be more trouble than what it’s worth. It’s not mature but you’ve resorted to simply fantasizing about other men while he’s tenderly making love to you in hopes that you might be able to sneak out an orgasm before Dennis is done.

One man in particular has been making frequent appearances, Ari Levinson, your boss and the reason why you’re late for your Christmas Eve date with Dennis. Something about Ari’s effortless commanding presence has always been attractive to you, but he’s your boss so you keep it to fantasies and only fantasies.

You know because of his religion that Ari doesn’t celebrate Christmas but you still hope that maybe he’ll let you this year. Especially since you took the time out of your busy schedule to bring him different desserts and celebrate Hanukkah with him in your own special way.

“Mr. Levinson?” You call out softly, setting down the tablet you’ve been hunched over for the past two hours. He makes a noncommittal sound from behind his desk but doesn’t look up. You sigh, stretching slowly with a yawn. “I was hoping I could leave now, I’ve got a date tonight and it’s Christmas Eve…” you trail off, hoping he can put the rest together himself.

You hear him sigh, but he’s careful not to show too much emotion. This is your third year of working for him as his personal assistant, and he knows he’s been the reason why you haven’t had a chance to really celebrate the holiday season since you’ve started working for him. He occupies all of your time, barely lets you have free time as it is because he wants you around for more than your work ethic. Ari’s never bothered crossing the line between personal and professional, and he’s tried to resist but his own selfish desires have pushed him to resort to other ways of making sure you never stray too far. You don’t think much of it, hardly wanting to complain when the overtime pay is always more than generous and the lunch trips allow you to try new places that you’d never be able to afford yourself.

Of course Janine in accounting never fails to tease you about the fact that you’re pretty much Ari’s “work wife”, or telling you that you should end things with Dennis and make a move on the boss. It’s all jokes, you’re sure of it, and you’ve always just brushed it off and told her to stop being silly. Recently though, even you can’t deny that he’s been demanding more and more from you. If you really think about it, it all tracks back to last year and how you’d finally managed to convince him to let you cut out early so you could make it to your friend’s Christmas Eve party. That was where you met Dennis, and the two of you have been together since then.

Ari hates it, and he barely contains his ire at the mention of your date tonight. “Oh? You’re still with what’s his name? Desmond? Deacon? Derrick?” He knows the name, he knows plenty about Dennis. He knows more than you probably want him to, and in Ari’s mind the man doesn’t deserve you. He regrets letting you have that Christmas Eve off every time he hears you mention that man’s name, because had he kept you late then you would have never met Dennis. It’s something that he has a strong urge to correct, and that’s why he opens his mouth to tell you that he really needs you to stay.

You can see him gearing up to tell you that you can’t leave, and you grab the tablet you’ve just sat down to take over to his desk. You’ve finished the tasks he’s insisted on having you stay late to complete, and if you weren’t so intimidated by the way he’s glowering at you right now you might have told him that you were going to leave regardless. “Please, Mr. Levinson? He’s been so excited and nervous about tonight and I found a ring hidden in his sock drawer last week. I’m pretty sure you can guess what that means, and I don’t ever ask you for anything, I’m always here when you call.” You sigh, it’s frustrating that you have to beg your boss to let you make it to your own potential engagement, but you do anyway.

Never mind the fact that you aren’t even sure if you want to marry Dennis, that’s not the point. The point is you should be allowed to go and give him your answer in person.

You’re caught up in your own frustration that you don’t even notice Ari’s until he slams his pen down onto his desk. You jump, startling and back away so quickly that you almost stumble in your heels. Ari is fuming, this has gone on long enough and hearing you trying to convince him to let you go run off to be with some pathetic excuse of a man is the final straw. “No. You won’t be going anywhere. I suggest you text him and tell him that you won’t be making it.”

It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. You’ve heard this authoritative tone from him enough times to know that he expects you to go pick up your phone and do just that. You hate that his commanding nature makes you want to fold and do just as he says. Huffing in irritation you stand rooted to the spot, arms crossing over your chest as you try to force yourself to not give in to his demands. Ari just tips his head to the side and raises a brow. Are you really challenging him, your boss? He scoffs at the idea of it, he can see how you’re nervously drumming your fingers against your bicep. “You can either take my suggestion, or you can clear out your desk if this job means so little to you.”

Your arms drop to your side in defeat, a flash of hurt crossing your features at the fact that he’d stoop that low just to get his way. It has the desired effect though, and Ari can’t bring himself to feel guilty for it when he sees you turn on your heel and stalk over to where your phone is sitting facedown on the coffee table. His eyes are trained on your ass when you bend over to pick it up, and the whole time you tap out the cancellation of yet another date to Dennis you keep your back to him. You can feel his eyes burning into you, and it makes you squirm and press your thighs together in an effort to ignore the swirling heat that’s trying to build between your thighs.

Sent: I’m so sorry, I know I’m late but Ari really needs me to help get things set up for the upcoming merger. Maybe we can take a raincheck on dinner?

Received: Your boss is such a Scrooge!

Received: It’s okay, I’ll just get us some food to go. We can still have our date, I’ll figure it out! Received: As long as you’re there it’ll be perfect, honey.

You set your phone back down, missing the fourth message he sends that says I love you. And when you go to pick up your phone to see it, that’s when you suddenly feel Ari’s thick, well built body pressing against you. You whirl around startled, and make an attempt to put some distance between the two of you. Ari has other plans, and a strong arm yanks you back into his chest. “What are you doing! Mr. Levinson, please let me go!” You insist, struggling in his grip despite the fact that he doesn’t budge an inch.

“No. I don’t think I will. I’ve held off for too long, and that’s my fault.” You feel his large hand sliding over the curves of your body, gripping and squeezing at the softness of your hips. You squirm, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you put up a weak attempt to get him to stop when you feel his hand grabbing a handful of your ass. You might have fantasized about a moment like this before, but you’re not the type to cheat and despite the fact that you can feel how your panties are getting damper by the second, you don’t plan on starting.

“Mr. Levinson, I don’t know what’s going on with you tonight, but it’s not too late for us to just pretend this never happened.” You try, hoping to appeal to the man’s better sense but Ari seems undeterred when his fingers find the zipper at the back of your skirt.

“What’s going on is I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t burn me up every time I have to hear you talking about that waste you call a boyfriend.” He knows it’s his fault, he should have made a move before instead of worrying about professionalism and not crossing lines. Hearing about Dennis having a ring for you is the sign he needs that this situation needs to be rectified immediately. Besides if it’s jewelry you want he’ll buy you as much of it as you want. “He doesn’t deserve you, and if I overheard you and Janine correctly, he can’t even make you cum.” Ari tsks, shaking his head in disapproval as he backs you to the side of the sofa. You swallow thickly, squeezing your thighs together and blowing out a frustrated breath with a huff.

You avert his intense blue-green gaze, jaw clenching tight as your chest rises and falls with tense breaths. “That was a private conversation.” You mutter, hands gripping the waistband of your skirt when Ari pulls the zipper down.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been getting treated the way you should.” Ari grins, wolfish and dangerous as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “How long has it been since someone other than yourself has made this little cunt cum, hmm?” He pulls down your skirt with a hard tug that has it slipping out of your grasp and falling to the floor, and his big hand is between your thighs with a hum. You squeal, shocked that he’s being so bold and because the contact feels better than it should. You gasp as second later when you feel Ari’s hand giving your clothed pussy a slap. “I asked you a question. How long?”

“I—”

Ari gives you another smack and you make a strained sound between your teeth. There’s no denying that you’re wet now, you can feel how your cute lace panties are beginning to soak through with your arousal.

“A while! Okay it’s been a while.” You don’t want to say that for most of your relationship Dennis hasn’t been able to bring you to orgasm, and the few times that he had were because you’d already primed yourself up before he got involved. Ari makes a sound of contemplation, and then he shakes his head. His hand cups your sex, thumb pressing against your clit through the damp fabric of your panties and he teases you with the light pressure. Your hips buck, seeking out the much needed friction and the sound of Ari’s chuckle makes you stop and try to get a hold of yourself.

“Tell me to stop, if you really want me to, tell me right now to stop.” He gives you a pointed and knowing look before smirking. “Or you can be good and I’ll give you what you’ve been missing this whole time.” His thumb draws a teasing half circle against your clit through your panties and your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure that shoots through you. You don’t want to betray Dennis, but it’s been so long since you’ve had real pleasure that you know you can’t deny yourself any longer. It doesn’t help that the way Ari is taking control and being so demanding with you is exactly what you wish Dennis would do. You’ve tried to convince him to be rougher but he never does, always too scared to hurt you when a little pain is exactly what you want. You’re dragged out of your thoughts when you feel Ari adding more pressure and drawing a slow circle over you through your panties.

Your hands flash out and grip his arms, a muttered curse falling from your mouth as you give an involuntary grind against his thumb through the slick lacy fabric. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” He already knows your answer, he can see it written all over your face and hear it in your voice when he begins to lessen the pressure. You react faster than you can think better of it. One of your hands reaches down to grab his wrist and attempt to stop him from pulling away.

“I—this is so fucked up, I have a boyfriend…” Ari says nothing but you can feel his touch drifting away and you curse in frustration. “Just this once, fuck…just once, and he never knows.” You feel so guilty but your need quickly shuts the guilty and responsible part of you down before you can come to your senses. Ari licks his lips, leaning in to claim your lips as he pushes your panties to the side and spears you open with two thick digits. You cry out, mouth falling open and giving him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue delve in and taste you. It’s a filthy kiss, and it has your anticipation spiking for what’s to come.

You hope to god it’s you.

His fingers press deeper inside you, stretching you around the thick digits and making you keen in pleasure as your hips grind against his palm. When he sinks them in further you hiss, the heel of his palm presses hard against your clit, and you can’t help the way your hips give a filthy grind. Reaching up you card your fingers through his hair, giving yourself over to the moment and praying that the guilt won’t eat you alive afterwards. Ari hums his approval, crooking his fingers inside you to search out that spongy patch of nerves. When he finds it you tense, he swallows your drawn out moan with a growl when your fingers tighten in his hair and pull. The sensation shoots straight to his cock but he ignores the way he’s aching and straining against his suit pants to focus on you.

He’s determined to have you fall apart for him more than once before he gives you his cock, he needs you to see just how much better he’ll be for you. You don’t even have to tell him that Dennis never has been able to find your g-spot, even when you tried to talk him through it. Ari can tell by your reaction that it’s been neglected for far too long, the way you practically soak his fingers says as much. His free hand wanders under your blouse groping at your breasts before pulling the cups of your bra down to let his fingers tease at your hardened nipples. You arch into his rough hands, panting as you break the kiss and try to keep yourself from being too loud. You don’t know who else is still in the building and the last thing you need or want is to be caught with your bosses fingers roughly pumping into your squelching cunt.

You bury your face into his broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You’ve always thought he smelled good but tonight it’s just another thing that turns you on and makes it that much easier for him to push you to the edge. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this didn’t you.” He coos, and it’s then that you realize that you’ve been rocking your hips against his fingers while you greedily chase your high. “That’s it, don’t get shy on me now. Take what you need.” He says, and you can hear the underlying command in his tone and it prompts you to keep riding his fingers. Ari praises you, whispers of “that’s it. You’re close aren’t you? Good girl.” making you clench around his digits, but it’s nothing compared to how hard you bear down on his fingers when his hand comes out from under your shirt to wrap around your throat and squeeze.

It sends you over and you grip tightly at Ari’s arms through his dress shirt, crying out and soaking his hand with your juices as you cum. It feels so good, and you know that should have never sacrificed your own satisfaction for someone else’s feelings because now you need more and you have no idea how you’ll go back to the unfulfilling sex you were having before.

You whine at the feeling of Ari’s fingers sliding out of you, and when he brings the digits to your lips you open without having to be told, taking them into your mouth and sucking them clean with a needy moan. “You want more?” He questions, and you nod still sucking at his fingers. A hum of approval settles on your ears, and you don’t try to stop him when he starts to finish undressing you. Your blouse is pulled over your head, and your bra is undone and thrown off to the side. You realize then that he’s still fully dressed, while you stand there in nothing but your heels.

Ari takes his time looking you over, letting his gaze drag over every inch of you before he spins you around to face the sofa. He gives you a little push and it sends you tipping over the arm, leaving your ass high in the air and when you try to move a strong hand comes down against your ass. You cry out, mewling at the sharp sting and the way it shoots straight to your pulsing core. He takes note of your reaction and gives you another slap to the opposite cheek, you jump with a shaky breath as your hips squirm and your hands grip against one of the sofa’s pillows. You hear Ari sigh from behind you, “Really shouldn’t have wasted all this time, you’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.”

He kneels behind you, spreading you open and leaning in to drag a stripe up your sex with his tongue before he draws back and spits on it. You curse under your breath, hips squirming in anticipation. He lays another hard slap to your ass and watches the way you clench around nothing. All you hear next is the hungry growl from him before he buries his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at your sopping cunt greedily. You moan loudly, bringing the pillow to your face to try and muffle the sounds. Ari gives your ass another slap just as his tongue drags over your clit and you squeal into the pillow. “No you don’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear every single pretty sound you make.” When you don’t immediately pull the pillow away he gives you four successive slaps to your ass that leave you feeling breathless and on edge.

You toss the pillow away from you, taking a shaky breath that quickly turns into a loud moan that bounces off the walls of Ari’s office as he presses his tongue into your quivering hole. You push back against his face, thighs trembling and breath choppy as you feel your body getting worked to the edge again. The soft scratch of his beard against your sensitive folds only helps that, and it has you calling out his name. “Fuck, Ari…’s so good. Please, please don’t stop.” You beg, forgetting where you are for a moment and not caring about your volume. When you feel Ari’s fingers against your clit while he fucks his tongue into you as deeply as he can from behind you, you sob in pleasure. He brings you over the edge again, and loudly slurps up everything you give him when you cum on his mouth.

Panting, you don’t dare move at first. It’s not until you register the sound of his belt being unbuckled that you dare a look over your shoulder. His pants are undone, and pushed down along with his underwear just enough for him to free his cock. You suck in a breath at the sight of him, he’s bigger than you anticipated. You and Janine have speculated, but seeing him in the flesh you realize that even your best guess was off by a good few inches. He’s going to split you open on that pretty cock, and your shudder in anticipation wanting nothing more than to have him filling you up.

He steps in behind you, and you can’t look away as he lines himself up with your entrance. The way he grins at you is the only warning you get before you feel him pushing inside you, and the stretch burns in the most delicious way. “Fuuuuuck, fuck you’re so big.” You gasp out, upper body collapsing back down onto the sofa. It lifts your ass up more on the arm that Ari has you draped over, and lets him sink in even deeper. A choked noise claws its way out of your throat, and you can already feel yourself clenching around him as your breath comes out in short puffs. You’ve never been this full before, and it almost feels like too much but you’re too greedy to try and tell him to stop now. You grip the edges of the cushion that you’re laying against and force yourself to breathe when you feel Ari beginning to move. He takes his time working his cock into you, making sure you feel every inch as he sinks into you and splits your tight little cunt open on his length.

“Shiiiiit, so fuckin’ tight. He’s not as big as me is he?” He asks the taunting question and you shake your head, but that’s not good enough for Ari and he brings his hand down against your ass hard, hissing when you clench down like a vise around him.

“No! Fuck, fuck—he’s not big like you!” Ari rewards your confession with a hard thrust that sinks him deep enough to feel the head of his cock hitting against your cervix and you scream out in both pain and pleasure. He can feel you fluttering around him, and he does it again and catches your hips when you jolt forward.

“Oh no you don’t, be a good girl and keep this little cunt right here, sweetheart.” He orders, starting to fuck you harder and deeper than any man before him has, using one hand to deliver hard slaps to your ass until you’re crying for him and promising to take it like a good girl. You have no choice but to take it, eyes screwed shut and pleasure coursing through you with every single pounding thrust from Ari. He has you cumming in seconds, his cock hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know were there and making stars burst behind your clenched shut eyes. Your gushing around him, and he doesn’t even care to stop as he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him and begging him for more as tears wet your cheeks.

You don’t think it’s possible but Ari finds a way to give you more, leaning forward and using one hand to grip the back of the sofa while the other stays gripping you by the hip. When he puts his entire body into the thrust you let out a soundless scream, eyes rolling back at the way he’s beating the pussy up. “Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, daddy!” You scream, lost in the moment and unaware of the shit that’s leaving your mouth.

Ari doesn’t expect that from you, but he loves the sound of it and it has him pounding into your abused cunt with everything he has. “Fuck, that’s it. Take this fuckin’ cock.” He grunts over you, grip on your hip so tight that you know his fingertips are going to be bruised into your skin. His thrusts are coming so hard that the sofa is sliding against the floor, knocking into the end table so hard that it rocks and a lamp falls to the ground and shatters. Neither one of you stops, and you’re too lost in the pleasure to even hear the sound of something breaking. “This what you needed all along, needed my fat cock ruining this tight cunt.” He leans forward, bearing down all of his weight on you as his cock is buried to the hilt inside you. The hand on your hip goes to tangle in your curls and pulls until he’s got your head lifted and your back arching wickedly. He groans at the sight of tears on your face from how good he’s fucking you, and his cock twitches inside you making you whine.

“Yes, needed your fat cock, daddy…” You slur out, mind going numb as you grind your hips back against him. “Please…wan—wanna cum.” You beg, cockdrunk and feeling better than you have in your life.

“Honey?!” Slowly you look towards the door of Ari’s office, heavy lidded eyes taking in the sight of Dennis standing there with a look of hurt and shock on his face as a bouquet of red roses falls from his hand. You can see the shape of something boxy and small in his pocket and wonder if it’s the ring you’d found.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Ari’s cocky voice fills your ears, and you push back against him when he doesn’t move inside you. He chuckles at how cockdrunk and out of it you are, and gives you what you want. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filling the office once again and Dennis sniffles.

“Wh—What is this? What did you do to her?!” He demands, not wanting to believe that you’re willingly letting Ari fuck you.

Ari just laughs, and reaches down to pull you up and wrap his arm around your neck until his large bicep is pressing against your throat. Your ass bounces against his every thrust, and the sound of your squelching cunt is added to the symphony of skin on skin, your sobbing moans, and Ari’s grunts. “I just gave her what you clearly can’t, isn’t that right sweetheart.”

You moan, eyes closed as you nod with a dopey smile on your lips before they part with a loud curse when Ari’s other hand goes between your thighs and his rough fingers begin to strum against your clit. Incoherent babbles leave your lips, and you’re so close to cumming that you don’t even question Ari’s next words.

“Tell him, sweetheart. Go on and tell him who this pussy belongs to now.”

Your body goes taut, the coil snapping again and you're gushing around Ari as you scream out for him. “Yours, daddy! Fuck it’s yours!” Your body trembles in his hold, and he keeps circling his fingers over your clit as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one all while Dennis breaks out into a sob at the sight of you in another man’s arms and so lost in pleasure that you don’t even care that he’s in the room watching. He turns and runs, leaving the roses on the floor and the sounds of your screams of pleasure haunt him all the way to the elevators.

Ari finally loses himself when he feels you coming around him again, letting you go and pushing you back over the arm of the sofa so he can bury himself inside you completely. He cums with a roar over you, his body warm as it spills inside you and paints your battered walls as they flutter wildly around him. He huffs out a breath and reaches up to push sweat soaked strands of his long hair out of his face with a grin.

“Merry Christmas to me.” He pants, giving your ass one more slap for good measure as he remains buried inside you.

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jin0 · 2 years

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All The Things He Said

Summary : Andy was a good talker, you could see through his lies and he loved that. But once his words start working on you, he can't help but get greedy. But be careful, having eyes bigger than your stomach, you could choke. Andy did.

Parings : Andy Barber x Reader, Andy Barber x Laurie Barber, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count : 13,093 words !!! (that's legitimately the longest thing I've written but also the fastest !!!)

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, emo, semi happy ending, heavy angst (be warned), smut, p in v

A/N : my entry to @fineanddandy 2k challenge !! congratulations, hope this isn't too fucking emo cause i was in a mood and very sleep deprived while writing this...

wanna thank @sunshinexsin for introducing it to me, honestly had a blast writing this !!! thank you so much !!!

english isn't my first language so all mistakes are mine !! hopefully i didn't make too many tho !!

Andrew Barber was a good talker. Matter of fact, he was an incredible one. You always wondered why he never turned towards business school, he would’ve been incredible, you knew it. Now, Andy also knew what he wanted, he was going to become a lawyer. And as a lawyer he would be great too, after all their job was to talk. Mostly talk their way out of troubles and Andy Barber was the best at that.

He had a way with words that would make the hardest metal in the world melt. The sound of his voice, divine and resembling the voice Apollo himself would have. A true charmer he was this man. So charming that no one could resist him. He had everyone in his pocket and as charming, from professors to students, even parents. He was the perfect man, so perfect that they excused his every move. As mean and sneaky as they were, everything was excused, because he was Andy Barber and he was a good talker.

Now the thing about Andy was that he good but had found his match in a woman, you. You had been the bane of his existence before becoming the light he would seek when things became too much for him. You were smart, so smart that you had called his bluff instantly. All the attention he would give others, the comforting words and reassuring touches, all that was just an act and you had noticed the moment you had caught him in the act. The first time you met him, at the age of seventeen.

You still remembered that day, you would watch him in silence, observing never too far from the rest of the class. Your headphones tight around your head, covering your ears and giving the impression of you not being able to gear a thing. Your music was so loud that no one could suspect that you heard everything, at all times. You had gotten good at that, hearing through the loudness of Japanese baby metal and American rock bands.

You made him anxious, you knew it. He would say a word and every time he would lie, you would giggle. Discreet enough to not be noticed by the crown around him but never good enough for Andy to ignore it. As the lies got bigger, your giggles got more and more sarcastic, full of disdain and mockery. That made him anxious because no one ever caught Andy, not even his parents. But you, the random girl in the back of the class did.

It was after a day of always finding you not too far away from him, still giggling at each lie he would utter that he got sick of it. So sick that after school, when you exited the building, you were pulled by the arm and dragged in a corner, away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers.

He pinned you down against the wall, face hard and angry. You could see he was trying hard to not let anything through, he sucked clearly because he looked about ready to choke you.

“What the fuck is your problem, hum ?! Am I that fucking funny that you have to giggle at every fucking word I say ?! Do I look like a fucking comedian ?!”

You smirked, amused by how easy it was for him to lose it when control wasn’t in his hands anymore.

“Not every word Barber, just the ones that sound so fucking empty that if you thought a rock in em, you would never hear it land.” You responded, mockery thick in your voice.

That caught him off guard. Not just your words but the sound of your voice. That was the first time he had heard you speak and you sounded like a sin. One that he wanted to throw himself into, feasting until he couldn’t anymore. Your eyes were fixated on his, never faltering or showing any signs of fear ow anxiety. You were the most assured and confident person he’s talked too. Not many people ever looked at him right in the eyes for this long without giving out under his eyes. But here you were, a first he couldn’t see himself let go of. Now, that he couldn’t let you see, because you were still a threat to him and that bubble he had built around himself.

“You think you’re so smart huh ? Using big words you probably don’t understand and looking at me like you wouldn’t get on your knees for me ?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and he was practically sure he had won before your laugh erupted in his face, echoing in the night. You were laughing so hard you leaned into him to catch your breath and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of your skin against his. He couldn’t even smell you, honey and vanilla with a hint of citrus. That was addicting.

“Is that how you charm all these people ?! Telling them they would get on their knees for you ?! Damn dude ! You suck if that’s your technic ! Honestly, how good do you have to be in bed to get away with this ? Like whao ! I’m genuinely surprised here !” Your laugh was honest but your words cut deep. You had stoke a cord here.

He let go of your arms, still glaring at you but this time, he didn’t hide his curiosity. Leaning on the wall behind him, he crossed his arms and stared at you up and down, taking in your appearance. You wouldn’t be the first pseudo smart chick in bed and definitely not the last. Now he did enjoy the different feel he got from you, you sounded genuinely intelligent and that, that was attractive.

“So what ? You think you would be able to resist me ?” He asked, smug as ever

You looked at him, tilting your head to the side with curiosity, you were looking for an answer and he found himself thinking you were cute. It differed from your siren like behavior from earlier.

“I think I would. It wouldn’t be too hard since I’m not affected by your lies you know ? It’s easy to not get tricked when you notice a con artist from the beginning.” This time, you mirrored his posture and the tone of his voice. Oh… You were a copycat. And a good talker too.

You were definitely going to be one of the most interesting people in his life, if he let it happen.

Soon enough, you both found each other stuck together, complementary even. You were the moon and he was the sun. You hid in the shadows while he would pull his tricks on anyone who found themselves gravitating towards him. You were the exception, a surprise to the general public as you always managed to refuse him but also get him to do what you wanted. It seemed equal enough right ? Because it was. He made sure to never try and trick you, not just because you would notice but because he enjoyed the rawness of your relationship. He didn’t want anything from you other than you and same for you.

This need for you, it led to an eclipse. Both of you technically from two different world, you in the night and him in the day, it crossed. Over time we would catch a glimpse of the Moon enveloped in the Sun’s arms, hugging each other like it was the most normal thing ever.

A shift could be felt, you two pulled each other more and more, needing the other in a way that was never felt before. Andy found himself falling for you, hard and fast. He needed you in more than one way. He needed you, the only exception to his words. You who had given him everything even when he never asked for anything. He never wanted anything from you except you and you had given him more than that. It was clear as day one night. A fight with his parents, rich and full of ambitions for their son the prodigy charmer. They wanted him in an Ivy league and he wanted to follow you in a small college, good but not as good as him.

He had ran out for the first time, not using of fancy words and promises to get what he wanted, but simply being honest. You had found him knocking on your door one night, drenched by the rain and face red, covered in tears.

You welcomed him in and the first thing he did was kiss you, heated, passionate and so full of emotions. You could only let him in, your house and you. He lifted you off the floor, walking towards your bedroom. He refused to let you go, his tongue molding around yours and his heart swelling with each moan that escaped your small throat. Undressing each other had been instinctive and when he felt you suffocate he detached himself to look down on you.

“I’m sorry for barging in… I-I just really needed you… I love you so much princess, I can’t believe it took me so fucking long to notice. Please, don’t let me go, don’t let go of my heart, please…”

His pleas resonated in your ears like a symphony you had begged all the stars to hear. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his cold body towards you, you smiled, kissing his reddened eyes, tears still present on his lashes.

“You took your sweet time Barber, thought I would have to use your tricks on you.” You smiled, tender and full of love.

The sound of your voice confessing your love, he had it on repeat in his mind. During the whole night, hitting all the right spots inside you and drinking in you beautiful face contorted in pleasure as he drove his girth in you repeatedly. Pulling orgasms after orgasms out of you, he made sure to keep you full and satisfied. He was never one to give that much but you, you were the exception to everything and he gave you all you asked for that night.

The next morning, waking up wrapped in his arms, you listened to him as he explained the issues with his parents. That morning you agreed to follow him to one of the Ivy leagues he had been accepted at. You had incredible grades and scholarships to go around, you would be great.

That was the first time. Your first gift other than you. Andy, the good talker had received from you for the first time in his mind and that should’ve stopped there. Because the thing with good talkers is that they were defenseless when they weren’t aware of their power. But once they noticed it, fully taking in what they could do and to who… They would become greedy. And that was how it began.

Andrew, your Andy, he had began to get greedy.

The first year of college, it started with going to parties you weren’t used to. Soon, you hung out with his newfound friends and you still weren’t use to it but you played the part. For him. You soon changed the way you would dress, wearing expansive clothes and jewelry he offered you. Next was changing your hair, then you changed entirely.

It all became abundantly clear during a night with his parents. They had invited other friends, one couple and their daughter, Laurie.

Laurie was perfect, her and him would fit perfectly. You tried to avoid these thoughts because they hurt you more than anything but you couldn’t push them away. You paid more attention to her and her behavior. You knew she wanted him, it was clear as fucking day and she was a terrible actress. Now, you couldn’t just fault her so you were more careful and attentive to him too. He noticed and tried to reassure you.

“Don’t worry about her, I genuinely couldn’t care less about her.”

“We’re barely friends and I’m head over heels for you princess, you’re fine.”

“Trust me when I say this, Laurie has nothing on you, she’s not interesting enough for me to care about her, let alone cheat.”

That last one you had heard it so much, you counted the amount of times he would use it or twist it. You felt uneasy, sick and anxious. You had lost your confidence and while looking for it you found it. Andy had it, and he was giving it to Laurie. She was turning into you, he was molding her to be what you had been. Everything you had given, you had nothing anymore. Empty like a well during a drought. You had given him everything you had and more and he had taken it greedily to offer it to another. Realization hit you like a truck : his tricks, words and charm he had used it on you. You the exception had been turned into a common prey.

The discovery made you so sick you couldn’t keep the tears in as you emptied your stomach in the bathroom. All these years of school, with him holding you tightly against his side. They had been his way of draining you and now you were left with nothing. The Sun who was never outshine had wanted more and took the stars from you. You were now alone.

When you confronted him about it, you biggest fight ever took place.

“Why can’t you fucking trust me ?! You spend every day waiting for me to fucking trick you ?! You can’t trust me and you expect me to stick around like a fucking statue ?!”

“I needed you Andy ! I needed you to love me ! Not trick me into giving you my whole for you to give it to her ! You think I don’t see what you’re doing ?! She’s exactly like me !”

“Oh my fucking god !”

He tried to walk away but you followed him. Turning around, you saw his face and shivered at the expression he carried. Hard and mean, full of hatred and darkness. He didn’t love you right now but worst, you didn’t serve him any purpose and you had threatened his bubble. You were a threat now.

“You know what ? Yeah, I’m interested in Laurie.” The reveal was dark, deadly even. You felt like your lunges were being crushed. You couldn’t breath and it was visible that you were shocked. That made him chuckle.

“Oh please, stop with the shock. You knew before I did that we’ve been growing apart. You and I it stopped making sense a while ago princess. It only made sense that I go look somewhere else right ?”

He took a pause to look at you right in the eyes, the need to hurt so big that you started to doubt you ever were loved by this man.

“Unlike you, she’s perfect on all fucking aspects.” His words cut so deep you could practically feel your blood pour out onto the floor. He neared your small trembling frame. You kept backing up but soon the wall would block you.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while you know ? She doesn’t whine about not being comfortable with my friends of my family, she dresses perfectly, she doesn’t fucking talk back or debate anyone for the sake of it and more importantly…” He was right in your face, enjoying your watering eyes. “… She’s not insecure like you. She’ll be the perfect wife, can we say the same about you ? Huh sweetheart ?” He snarled, smug and mocking

“Honestly, I found somebody new, it’s only a matter of time before we hit the breaking point so you might wanna go look too.”

His word’s had syphoned the little bit of dignity you had left. Taking it all away and crushing it under his shoes. For the first time, you averted your eyes, not strong of confident enough to hold it. You weren’t you anymore.

Leaving your shared apartment to go sleep at a friend’s place, you wallowed and cried all the tears you had kept in all these years. Coming to terms with the fact that you had been infected by his tricks had been like having your heart ripped out.

Holding you tight against them, your friends Natasha and Okoye tried to find a way to comfort you but nothing would do. So another alternative was given to you. It was the beginning of the vacations and exam season was over so you needed to be taken away. A small trip with friends to unwind and let go.

You had tried to enjoy but it had been so hard to not check your phone for texts and calls from Andy. You had left when he was gone and Okoye had taken your phone so you wouldn’t be tempted. A night, when it had been too much, you had broken down in your hotel room. They all watched and attempted to comfort you but nothing worked so they simply gave you your phone.

Nothing.

No phone calls or text, nothing.

He didn’t care.

You spent the night awake, crying the last of your pain away. The next day you were awake first, ready to truly enjoy. Out of spite maybe but that would do for now.

Going out dressed in the clothes you used to wear, the makeup and hair you used to rock, before all this. You were trying to find little pieces of you and as small as they were, they sent waves of serotonin in your brain.

You would be lying if you said you were totally over the fight and his words. A part of you, bog part, wanted to hope that you both would be able to overcome this. Now, the part of you that you had silenced for so long, smaller and practically whispering, she was telling you the contrary. You deserved better and it was you duty to get it.

Unknowingly, Andy saw everything. Not through you obviously, he wasn’t a beginner. He saw it all through you friends, posting you on their social medias, as if to taunt him. He wouldn’t reach out, too fucking arrogant to do so. He preferred to lurk like a creep and lie his way through life, acting like he was okay when the moment you had stepped out of you apartment he had collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and panicking as the words he had thrown at you sunk in his mind. He was horrible. He couldn’t believe he had said these things. To you, his moon. He felt like the seventeen years old you had met all over again, worried about the wrong thing and not noticing that he was loosing it because of his own actions.

He would entertain Laurie out of spite too but also because his parents never made comments about her but always about you. His tranquility for the simple prince of a lie. A simple lie right ? If only. Because that lie kept on growing until it started to drown him.

He knew you were right, he had manipulated you, taken from you, the one he swore to never treat like the others. The greedy part of him was blaming you for not noticing earlier, otherwise he would’ve stopped. That was a fucking lie and he knew it. But how could he accept it ? He needed to take from you otherwise you would leave, that was his logic. He couldn’t be blamed right ? No ! He could because it was on him ! You gave him your trust and he toyed with it. He needed to make things right, he couldn’t lose you. When you would be back, he would right his wrongs, no matter what.

Except, Andy was good at talking and never lost the control of a situation. Until you. And when he lost control, he would act rashly.

The moment you stepped in, you noticed his presence in the apartment. Huh, how lucky you were to be greeted by him. When he heard the door close he expected you to go directly to the living room where he was waiting for you. You made a detour to a room, the guest room to drop your bag.

“What are you doing ?” He asked, voice deep and so sweet you could drown in the honey like feel.

You kept quiet, taking out your stuff and putting the used clothes in a basket. You silence was making him anxious, good. He deserved it.

“Princess, can you please look at me ? I’m… I wanna talk.” He begged, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was probably trying the puppy eyes too. You scoffed bitterly which caught him by surprise.

He was loosing hope and patience as you kept on ignoring him. He spun you around and froze when met with your dead eyes. He always live your eyes, they were so expressive and full of life, showing every emotions you felt. Here, the were blank, practically dead even. That felt like a punch to the guts because he remembered the way you looked in the videos posted by your friends : so lively, real, you.

“Don’t look at me like that sweetheart… Please…”

You sighed, already exhausted by the discussion, of we could call it that. You ripped your arm away from him, returning to your clothes. That pushed him further, his worry growing and making his actions truly stupid.

He pushed passed you, took your bag and you clothes before throwing them on the floor. You could see his anger bubble up. Usually, you would’ve been scared which was horrible in itself because no one should grow this habit, but here you were, numb and motionless. You felt like the version of you he had met.

“Can you fucking stop with the fucking clothes ?! I’m trying here ! I'm trying to fix this, us ! And you’re not even trying for fuck sake !”

You scoffed even louder, this time not hiding your amusement.

“I didn’t ask you anything Andy. You can stop if you want, I couldn’t care less.” You responded, emotionless as ever.

Looking at you with pleading eyes, he couldn’t take it. You were so…cold. He felt his skin shiver, the kind of shivering that only you could calm down. He hated it, he was feeling like he had already lost you. That was killing him.

He started to shake, looking around for anything that could get you to pay attention to him and love him again. He wanted the old you back, the one that cared and wasn’t scared to show it. He wanted the you he had so greedily taken.

Walking up to you again, he took you in his arms hugging you tighter than ever before, scared that you would vanish if he was letting go.

“Please ! Just look at me ! Let me try, don’t give up on us like that, please ! We still have time to try !”

Turning your head towards him to look into his eyes, he thought he had won but was caught off guard by your booming laugh, resonating on the walls. You were laughing so hard he felt humiliation drench him like a waterfall.

“Oh my god ! Andrew Barber, you’re one funny guy you know that ?” You laughed, whipping a tear off your face. In his stupor, he had detached himself from you, giving you the opportunity to step away.

“Do you hear yourself ? Are you fucking crazy ? We have time to fix what ?! You fucking dickhead ! You said it yourself right ?! You’ve found somebody new ! You and your pretty face ! You found somebody who you could manipulate and use better, didn’t you big guy ?” You were mirroring him again, the voice and tone he had used on you that night.

Looking at him, you were surprised. He looked pathetic but so similar to his usual self. You could see through him again. The you from the past was bigger now, she could see through the pretty charmer with the fancy words.

“I-I was angry okay ? I know I should’ve never used these words on you but… But I promise I’ll do better. Please, please I need you please.”

Looking at him in disbelief, you laughed again, so loud he felt like ripping his ears off, he couldn’t stand it. It was so fake, so loud and piercing. It felt like an electric drill was being used on him.

“You’re genuinely so funny, I can’t breath.” You looked at him with hatred, gathering the clothes you had unpacked. You couldn’t stay here anymore. “You think I don’t notice that you’re doing it again ? Using your words on me ? Treating me like a disposable puppet and then crying about needing me ? That’s gotta be the most effort you put on to get what you wanted Andy. I’m impressed.”

He was watching you, unable to move or do anything. His heart was hitting his ribcage so hard he felt like he would collapse in a second. You weren’t his anymore and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“You know Andy… I always knew I was not good enough for your crowd. I never doubted that. But I felt like I could change to be good for you. You convinced me I was the one who had decided to change. Truth is you were the one who chose for me. You always were.” You got close to him, harshly grabbing his jaw. “You got greedy Andrew. Now look where that led you ?”

His eyes were watering, the roles were reversed. He was you and you were him except you would do what he couldn’t.

“You and your pretty face, you can return to your pretty little ways Andy. You can go back to your fucking tricks. I changed my clothes, my hair, my face for you and that wasn’t enough. You just couldn’t stop there so you found a girl you knew you’d change.” You spat, gathering more of your stuff while he stood there crying and pleading for you to not go.

“Enjoy her well then, your Mrs. Right. I gotta give it to you though. You turned into a pretty big waste of my fucking time. All this time thinking you would be different, huh ? That you could settle for someone you couldn’t use… What a joke.” This time, he caught a glimpse of you, the sadness and desperation for something that wasn’t broken in your relationship. Needing to hold onto it and fix it, rebuilding your relationship.

This piece of honestly in you eyes could’ve been enough but he was stuck in place. Like a statue. He watched you leave with all the things you could gather of your and collapsed on the floor. He had lost it all. You were everything, his moon, his. He had lost you to his pretty little ways, these fancy words of his. His insides were shattered, he couldn’t do it anymore. He had wished for you to curse him more, scream and hit him. He wanted you to curse his filthy heart, remind him that he was the lowest type ever. He wanted you to swear, wish for her to take his filthy heart and throw it away someday. He even would’ve wished for you to tell him to live. If he was this desperate to move on, if he couldn’t hand, there’s the door.

All that, you never did it. You left and never came back. You friends came to pick the last of your stuff, some even fighting with him to leg go of this shirt you had left that still smelled like you. He was lost, and still loosing. The last of you that he couldn’t stop taking from, it was lingering on him. So much that he managed to take from it still. He was taking from himself, loosing himself in his own lies and words. He was too far gone to be saved.

Everyday, he was begging for you to come home to him but the lie he kept it growing. He was in too deep to truly stop now, to ashamed to fight his own self. He married Laurie straight out of college, found a great job and had a son. The lie never stopped.

He couldn’t bear it anymore, he was tired of this feeling. He had never felt so alone, you were his moon, his stars, everything. Hell, he wasn’t the Sun anymore, you were. He tried but he couldn’t bear your absence. He couldn’t stand to have you gone for so long, he couldn’t. He tried to change things, looking for you, but you had disappeared abroad and cut ties with him fully. You’re friends, loyal to you, had kept your whereabouts secret for years.

Seeking you like a moth seeking light, he had waited for you. He was exhausted, drained permanently by your absence. His own twisted mind had convinced him that one day you would walk into his life all over again, giving him a chance to do better, to love you better. To not just take from you, he would never take from you, spending the rest of his life giving you everything he could.

He had deserved it, his own greediness being the reason of it all but it never stopped him from hurting. Laurie was not you, she wasn’t you, not even his wife in his mind. He had her and she was willing. You were right, he had settled for someone he could use. She was too blind or desperate to notice his spiritual absence. He was dead when with her, eyes so lifeless they might as well have been fake. Life had been a game of poker for him, about fancy words and charm. All fake until you won, he had won. Andrew Barber never lost, not until he lost you. All the things he had told you you wouldn’t be good at ? He had them and he hated it, or at list the idea of it. He loved his son, Jacob. Innocent and so curious about everything. His curiosity reminded him of you, you always analyzed everything, just like the little boy. He found it ironic how even far away, hiding somewhere in the world, you had carved yourself so deep in his hurt, traced of you could be found in the child he has with another.

He had stopped feeling guilty a long time ago, resorting to hating Laurie just as much as he hated himself. She had been so proud of herself for taking Andrew Barber for herself, she never cared about the fact that he was never truly hers. The snarky comments she would make about how they were soulmates, meeting in college when he was with someone who never really fit in with his people while she had fit in so perfectly, it made sense for anyone around. He hated her, her and her big mouth, always trying to get him to touch her when truly he had practically died throwing up when he found out she was pregnant. He couldn’t stand her, he never would.

His life came back to him on a random day, random but he would remember it forever, it was a Thursday. He had been busy at the DA’s office, his new position requiring a lot of attention, when a guest arrived. An important one. He could hear the voices greeting the man with an attention and care he recognized, he used it in life and work to get what he wanted. These tricks of his giving him a pretty check at the end of the month with plenty zeros to go around but disgusting him when he remembered what they had taken from him.

Standing up when his door opened, he was greeted by a man. Handsome, a little taller than him and bulkier too. Thick beard and hair reaching the back of his neck while nicely slicked back. The suit, shoes and watch screamed money and the demeanor screamed confidence. The small smirk, not mocking but slightly cocky told Andy this man was a winner, and a real one.

Andy extended his arm, shaking his visitor’s hand politely and smiling just as politely. His grip was firm and just as confident, god this man was breathing success, it was suffocating the poor lawyer.

“Happy to finally meet the great Andrew Barber. I’ve heard great things about you.”

“Please call me Andy.” He responded, a little less enthusiastic than he wanted. He still had to keep up the appearance. “I just want to preface this by saying that it’s an honor to meet you Mr. Rogers. Your contribution to the citie's infrastructures has been more than generous and helpful, we thank you greatly.”

The blond man chuckled.

“Please Andy, we’ve been doing business for long enough, call me Steve. Mr. Rogers is my dad.”

Looking at him carefully, Andy could see the man he wished he had been. The man he would’ve been, with you around. He had never met the man himself but having him in front of him, he felt a need to compare. He had never felt this underqualified before, it was like Steve was the competition.

He kept his ears focused on the man sitting opposite to him but let his eyes roam and noticed a wedding band on his finger. It had been speculated that Steve was married, he always seemed more than happy after certain phone calls or a certain visitor at his office. Some often just saw glimpse of the wedding ring on his chain and Andy was probably the first one to see it this clearly, other than the spouse obviously.

Noticing the eyes if his hand, Steve smiled when he remembered that he had worn his wedding ring on his hand today and not around his neck with the chain he had been gifted. Reading the curiosity on the lawyer’s face he responded to the questions he had before he could ask them.

“I’ve been married for two years now. Met her when we were twenty-three. She had moved in New York, interning at the law firm I was a client at.” He recounted, eyes looking into the void, seeing the moment as if it was yesterday.

Andy couldn’t help but feel jealously rain all over him. Steve looked like a man who was genuinely happy in marriage. He has found his soulmate where Andy had lost his, better, he had thrown her away. He couldn’t help but wish to see her again, just once, to see if she herself had been happy in marriage. Deep down, he wanted her to be as miserable as him, he wanted her to need him like he needed her. If she needed him too, he knew that once he found her he would give it all up for her. You would be an incredible mother to Jacob, he wouldn’t deal with Laurie ever again and he would simply move on to the life he always wanted with you, giving you everything you desired.

“Life’s tough huh ?”

Surprised by the sudden question, Andy wanted to scoff. What did Steve Fucking Rogers knew about life being tough ?

“You’re probably wondering what I know about life being tough.” Was this man a mind reader too ? Thought Andy. “I know practically nothing if I’m being honest. My wife, she know though. She taught me how to read people. She’s incredible at that. She can spot a lie from an entire different country, without even seeing you face. That’s why she’s such a good lawyer and human being as a whole. I could tell her about a business transaction over the phone, while in an entirely different country and she’ll be able to tell when I’m getting fucked over. She’s my secret card and the more she gives, the more I need to work harder to give back. I can’t even think of playing her or keeping a secret because she’s too good at noticing things in people and I’m an open book with her. It’s terrifying when you’re used to being in control but… But with her it’s all so…”

“Transactional ?” Andy filled in for him.

Steve nodded with a smile, still daydreaming about the woman holding his heart. He didn’t know how it went from Steve conversing about life being tough to him declaring his love for his wife but it just made the feeling of failure sink deeper in Andy’s heart. He had nothing like Steve, even after getting all the things he supposedly always wanted. He had them but had been greedy and wanted it too fast. So fast that he had lost the thing that had given life to all these things. He was now wallowing in his own private hell, hell that he had created on fancy words, lies and greediness.

“But enough talking about Mrs. Rogers ! You’ll get to see her at the fundraiser anyways. Are you gonna be there ? I remember your wife being really eager to be there.”

Ah, yes. The Gala Fundraiser hosted by the city once a year. As the DA he gad to be there with Laurie and occasionally, Jacob. They would parade around, acting like the perfect family and keeping appearance of a loving marriage. He hated these events. Having this woman he didn’t love or want hanging on his arm like her life depended on it and forcing kisses on his jaw and the base of his neck. He wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her to wake up, that she was trying to hard and still failing, that he would never love her or anyone else for that matter. He wanted to be caught in a lie, his entire reality being shattered so that he could get out of it and start new, somewhere else where you would be. Andy was a dreamer but over time the dream turned into delusion and it was the thing keeping him going, keeping him steady. He was standing over a cliff and he had the choice to either jump or be pushed.

Keeping a professional smile, he nodded rapidly.

“We’ll be there. We…” He wanted to add that he might not show up with her, that he would prefer not to. Instead he kept quiet. He didn’t know Steve enough to just reveal his hatred for his life and the woman he had married. Instead, he left the conversation where it stood, going back on more mundane topics and keeping his thoughts to himself until he would be alone and able to sink in his pain.

As soon as the night started, he felt like standing in the middle of the road. He couldn’t stand anything around him, the fake smiles, fake friendships and fake everything in general.

Laurie, tightly holding on his arm kept on sending him these small glares as a sign of displeasure for the lack of attention he was showing her. She would never truly glare at him, not risking ruining her good little wife persona. She wouldn’t risk it mostly because he wouldn’t mind living her right then and there, and that terrified her. Poor woman was head over heels for a man sp good at lying that he managed to trick himself, obviously she would be hung up on a fantasy.

Clearly ignoring the conversations around him, his attention was caught by the sudden silence. Everyone around got quiet as the doors opened to the main attraction of the night, the biggest name in the party, Steve Rogers. As the man walked in, tailored three piece suit nicely wrapped around him, he stopped in his track to hand out his hand to his date for the night.

Andy wasn’t necessarily listening, he had become so good at blocking out the noises around him. But this, this was different. Because the noises around him canceled themselves out without his intervention. This reaction, the oxygen caught in his lungs, his heart beating faster than ever, his palm sweating slightly, all these reactions they were a sign of only one thing : you. After fifteen years of longing, desperately begging the powers from above to bring you back home, to him, here you were. Holding someone else’s hand. As their wife.

He was starting to shake, vision blurry and heart pounding in his chest to the point of hurting. This couldn’t be, this had to be a sick joke. One that had been going on for fifteen years and had spread over all the aspects of his life. He had begged to see you again, but not like this, not while you were holding another man’s hand and wearing his ring.

You entered, walking in and fully showing yourself to the guests already present. The attention was entirely and it was for good reasons, undeniably.

You had become an eclipse, both the sun and the moon in one. Maybe the stars too. You were so bright the room felt like he was in space, staring directly into the sun. You looked so different but similar, you clothing style not changing much, simply adapting to the setting but keeping you, the heart of it, very much present.

He had told you that you would never fit in his lifestyle and he was right, you didn’t fit, you stood out in the best kind of way. Most were surprised by the difference you represented compared to them. Ironically, you were so different but it didn’t bother you, actually you made the other’s feel like they were less, bellow you.

A force in the room, of course they’re confused, you’re stunning…

The feeling he had gotten from Steve, like he was a better version of him, it all made sense to him now. Steve had been the success to his failure, getting everything he had ruined.

You advanced in the room, Steve holding you so close to him, he might’ve had an easier time carrying you in his arms. You both walked to the first guests that came in view, the mayor and his wife. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you, staring very rudely but he didn’t give a single fuck. You had been gone for so long, away from home, he needed to take time to fully take you in.

He could feel Laurie’s grip on his arms tighten and her eyes on him, she was trying so hard to keep him besides her pleading with her eyes for him to not let go of her, to not leave. He wasn’t paying attention though, he was looking at you, only you.

The bubble he had built was cracking, the longer his eyes stayed on you as you conversed an mingled with the people. You really were the moon and the sun, all eyes on you. Looking back on all these years, he couldn’t be delusional anymore, he still had greediness in him : he wanted you back. He was desperate, tired and begging for you to come home. Won’t you come home ?

For the biggest part of his life, Life had been a game that he had been a master at playing and that from a young age. He had known the rules and bent them to his will. He had knows, and he should’ve known that bending it too much would make it break. Life was a game and thinking otherwise was on him.

Looking at you, you were right there, so close but the strong arm around you was like a sea. He probably would’ve preferred to be separated by the sea, still thinking of you everyday. Here, the sea was only figurative but so big still. Steve was the sea that protected you, protected the heart he had shattered.

When your eyes crossed, he felt like his body had been pulled towards yours, so hard he felt whiplash. Everything going slow, the smile on your face stayed longer than it probably did when you noticed him. You looked absolutely stunning, so beautiful, glowing bright and shining down on his heart that had lived in the dark for so long, turning cold like stone.

Am I someone by myself ? Or someone when I’m with someone else ?

I’m done being confused, it all leads back to you. And I’m sorry, I left you alone

He watched your smile drop when you fully took him and Laurie in, noticing both the longing and terrified glares they were sending you. Like waking up from a bad dream, Steve tightened his grip around you and your smile was back. Genuine and so warm compared to his, you were happy, truly happy. The professional smile he had mastered was nothing to the one covering your beautiful face as you looked at the man holding your heart. You were in love, head over heels even. For someone else, a better man. What did he expect honestly ? You were a gem, obviously you would have legions throwing themselves at your feet. But it was obvious that he would never get over you, and seeing you do exactly that was as painful as his heart being ripped out and stomped on.

Andy, who thought his pain had reached it’s peak, wasn’t prepared for what came next. Because here you were, holding Steve’s arm and walking towards them. Laurie was trembling besides him, pulling her arms so close to her chest, he could feel her ribcage. His body was trembling too, mind and heart fighting over staying or leaving. But it was too late now, you were already here.

Piercing eyes, staring straight into his, as if you weren’t fazed by any of this.

“Love, I want you to meet the man that permitted me to bring your vision to life, Andy Barber. And his lovely wife Laurie.” Introduced Steve.

Extending you arm and holding your head up high, you smiled tightly at the couple.

“I actually know them already, baby.” Turning to your husband with a softer smile, you didn’t miss the slight horror that crossed both the Barber’s faces. “We were in college together. Even shared a few classes. They were really popular back in the day, not really my crowd you know ?” You responded simply.

This lack of acknowledgement was violent for the both of them, Andy’s heart sinking lower in his stomach and Laurie’s ego taking a violent hit. She felt the guttural need to retaliate, to instigate dominance between the two of them, prove to the woman who seemingly never had as much as her before but now had it all while she kept a fiction alive.

“You never stroke me as the rich CEO type, but I’m sure this life attracts more than a few.” She smiled bitterly.

Looking at her with a slight smile, you couldn’t help but feel relief. You felt nothing but pity for her. She had wanted the man so bad that she had settled for a lie. You weren’t fazed by her presence or her remarks which clearly came from a place of jealousy and hatred.

“Yeah, that’s not really my type, dealt with the stuck up rich boys before. Ended up losing everything that made me me because they enjoyed taking without giving back, they like cheating their ways through people’s hurt too. A grand waste of time, I’ll tell you.” You chuckled looking off to the distance. “I got lucky with Rogers though, always honest with me, to an point of being adorable even. He rambles when he gets found out and he’s an open book.” This time we could hear the happiness in your voice and that made the other woman’s blood boil.

“Come on now, I don’t ramble that much ! It was just you who made me feel like a teenager on a constant, and still to this day ! I’m still the great business man you know and love too.” Laughed the blond male

“Yeah well I’m lucky that the business doesn’t treat me like a transaction. That’s why I love you, you know ? You make me feel like an exception to your usual ways, and even if you treated me like the others, you still treat them right.” These words could’ve been perceived as petty but even a blind man would be able to see the honestly in them, and in you.

Laurie wanted to say something, anything, to bring herself and her life back on top. She had won, she had the man, the career and the family, she had it all. So why were you still above her ?

She was about to add something when Andy’s arm stopped her. He sent her a slight warning glare but went back to looking at you as you shared a small conversation with your husband. A server with champagne approached the four of you. Andy took one for his wife and himself before taking one for you, which was taken by Steve that you softly thanked.

No, this would kill him, please, not this, God please not this.

“Yeah sorry, not gonna be drinking for a little while.” You chuckled looking at your husband who was trying to hide his smile in the crook of your neck. “Don’t think little one’s gonna enjoy that. I have to show the example y’know ? But mister over has absolutely no fucking problem drinking from me ! You havin’ fun over there big guy ?”

Steve took a sip lf his drink, badly hidden smile on his face.

“What ? I’m simply trying to not waste good champagne. It’s the one you like, so as a good husband and father, I’m drinking for you, can’t be mad at me for doing a good deed dollface.” Said the man with a wide grin.

This was torture, watching this was torture. He would’ve preferred to never see you again rather than seeing you happy in the arms of another, carrying his ring and baby.

Met a boy at twenty-three,

Knew he meant the world to you,

So you gave him everything,

And he did the same thing for you.

In a flash, all the events you went through because of him flashed in front of his eyes. The most vivid memories of your break-up. All the words, mean and hateful he threw at you to hurt you. He couldn’t do this, not anymore. There was no home to come back to, all the fancy word he kept in his head built the fantasy of one.

He gave up right then and there. They greediness, that selfishness, he gave up on it instantly. A small part of the man you knew at the end of high school, the one that treated you right, like the exception, his moon. He had a boost of strength and sprung free, taking over all the debate going on in his head and chose for him. He couldn’t take you away from this. Not after all he had done to you. Not after how he had treated you.

This was the end.

He had wanted too much, too greedy and controlling. He was a good talker. An incredible one even. But never good enough to get himself out of this.

This feeling, you would never get sick of it. Fulfillment, Love, Happiness, all this you had fought for it, crawled your way through hell and back to get these and you weren’t anywhere near being done enjoying them.

Your break-up with Andy had brought the worst in you, erasing all you were to have it replaced with all you hated or feared. His carefully chosen words and tactics to take pieces of you and keep them to himself had left you penniless, empty of all your essence and left alone to rebuild it all. The sleepless nights, the nightmare, the tears from seeing someone who reminded him, all of this had been the pain you suffered to be you again.

You had rekindled your relationship with your younger self, linking it with this adult version of you who felt better than ever. It had taken time, a long road to walk bare foot, but you couldn’t be happier to be who you are now.

On the way you had found a man, one that despite having the possibility to use and trick you like you had been before, using your uncertainty on life and romance, refused to treat you like a business transaction. He had known from the beginning, just like you, that you would be his greatest treasure, but he still chose to think of it with his heart and not his head. He had shown you who he was and this man that you had seen had matched the man others saw. There was no game, no lies, no need for any of that, he got what he wanted by being the rawest version of himself.

“You okay there princess ?”

Snapping your head towards your husband, you smiled softly, cuddling closer to his side. The car ride back home had been silent but not uncomfortable. Steve was giving you the time you needed to enjoy yourself, you victory against yourself.

Bringing his hand up to your face, he held your cheek tenderly, loving eyes staring into yours.

“I’m proud of you, you know that ? You did good love…” His own face started to wander against your skin, taking in your scent and the feeling of your heated skin. He always loved how warm you were, even in winter. He would keep you close to him , hugging you body so close you felt like you were fusing with him sometimes. He loved to grope on you, enjoying the way your temperature would go higher.

“You did good too out there, after all the violent things you wanted to do to him. You played your part well.” You praised, a grin drawn on your lips.

He looked up at you and grinned in return.

“You asked me to play a role and you know that I always obey your orders Mrs. Rogers. I am only but a humble servant to your every desire after all.”

Obviously you had told Steve about Andy, he was your fucking husband, you had your fill of lies and secrets with the Barber boy and you were one to learn fast from your mistakes. It took Steve two years of relationship to become your husband, which in itself wasn’t long but he knew he wanted to marry you a week after meeting you so you can understand his weird approach on time and all that. In those two years, you were clear and honest from the beginning, exposing all the things that you deemed ‘red flags’ in you and not in the man that was at fault. When he heard the whole story, he had been furious, swearing to rebuild the man’s bone structure with his fists. The threat had made you laugh, finding it very macho chivalrous but still funny.

After a year of dating, you were finally capable to reveal the name of the man that had stolen your everything. Steve being Steve he had looked for the man and finding out everything about him, he handed you a file with the option to ruin his life from afar or not do a thing. Steve was clearly pettier than you here. You had chosen to not do anything, watching from afar as the with joy, then anger then pity as the man you knew better than anyone was eaten alive by his own lies. You were satisfied with your life and if Andy wasn’t, then it was out of your control. He had chosen his fate.

“I gotta be thankful for the guy, if it wasn’t for his giant fuck up, I wouldn’t be here now…” He kissed the side of your neck, going up the vain that he could feel under. “I wouldn’t be able to call you my wife…” A wet kiss was dropped on you collarbone and you had to cover your mouth to hide your moans from the driver. “To cover you in my love, kisses…” He pushed his lips below your hear. “And cover that pretty body in my cum… Filling you up all nice and full…”

Sliding a hand under your thigh, he brought it up over his own, grinding his thigh again your center and listening to your breathy moans. You were trying so hard not to give in, his words having a devastating effect on you and visible, on you pussy, already dripping wet and in need of attention.

You held onto his shoulder, desperately looking for friction, under his dominant eyes. He was watching you carefully, studying your moves and how far this sex daze, that only he could put you in, would take you. Your dress, slit going all the way up to your thigh, was hiked up and he could see the slick soak his pants. You were marking him with your juices and that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He cupped the bulge in his pants, grinding against it to relieve some tension.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your head to his neck with the other, a smile drawn on his face as he thought about the things he would do to you once you would get home.

“Calm down a little baby, I’ll be taking care of you once we get home okay ?

The moment the car pulled up in front of your house, he practically ripped off the seatbelt, you giggling to yourself. You had been aroused first but here he was, loosing it on your seatbelt. Helping you exit the car in a fit of giggles, he threw you over his shoulder in front of the very surprised and confused driver.

“Thank you Scott, we’ll be sending Cassie a package for the end of the year okay ? You can go home now, thanks again.” He greeted as if nothing was going on.

He didn’t wait a single more minute to march towards the house. Once inside he directly walked to the dining room, laying you on the table. You were watching him attentively, still smiling at how eager he got himself. Parting your legs to let him nestle himself in between your thighs, you watched him take off his jacket and shirt, placing them delicately on the back of a chair before getting on his knees before you. Grabbing your thighs, his robbed his nose against your core, inhaling the scent of your wetness, impatient to taste you.

Pulling your panties to the side, he brushed his lips against you folds, kissing them softly. You buckled your hips against his face, melting right in front of his eyes. You threw your head back, moans already loud but never enough for him. He wanted you screaming his name at all times.

“Look at you love, already going all stupid for me when I haven’t done anything yet ?” He grinned, kissing you thighs and leaving bite marks after him. “I just need to apologize in advance for what I’m about to do to you princess. I need you to know that I’ll be taking my sweet time fucking all the bad thoughts out of your head. That okay with you baby ?” He asked, voice dangerously soft

You nodded rapidly, muttering a few yeses to make sure he understood what you wanted. This was useless though, he would always understand, sometimes before you.

Not wasting anymore time, he ripped your panties clean off, stuffing his face in the piece of fabric before putting it in his pocket. When he dived in your pussy, you felt yourself come back to life, going through literal rebirth. His tongue, lapping up your folds roughly yet so precisely, you could only drown in pleasure.

Leaning on your arms, you grinded against you husband’s face as his tongue twisted and turned against you before entering you.

“F-Fuck baby, fuck… Please… Keep going…”

You felt it circle inside your walls, leaving trails of fire like warmth behind. Keeping you tightly pulled towards his face, he was drinking in your juices and ignoring the state of his own throbbing, neglected cock as he focus entirely on you.

His deep voice was feasting on you, fueled by your moans and growing more and more aroused as your sounds turned less and less rational but more like pleas and echoes of his name.

“S-Steve ! Please… F-Fuck, Steve don’t stop ! Oh god please !” You cry out loudly

You’re squirming around him, your hormones ruining your capacity to withstand the treatment of his tongue on you. He was caressing you thighs with his palms to try and sooth you a little but his cold ring adorned finger against your warm skin only made you tremble a little more.

His beard scratching your tender sk shock in, you could feel the burns form already, knowing that each step you would take would be sending wave all through your pussy, keeping the memory of his tongue inside you all fresh. You suffered as your husband fucked you with his tongue, quenching his thirst with your sweet juices. His tongue swirled around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and enjoying the way you squirm against his, writhing under his tongue, while you pushed him deeper in your core.

His own arousal, cock hard, red and angrily pushing against the front of his slacks, he kept swirling his tongue around you, as you fucked yourself on his face.

“Oh… Oh Stevie, God, fuck ! P-Please I’m so close, please baby !” You mewled, hands gripping his hair tightly.

Keeping his pace identical, the orgasm he pulls out of you is rough, making you collapse on the bed. Your quivering thighs tightened around your husband’s neck, keeping him in place. You feel your nipples, tender and sensitive, harden and rub against the fabric of your dress. You let your wetness cover your husband’s face, still lapping happily and making sure to not let a single drop out of his mouth. Hearing and feeling him groan again your cunt sends electricity all through your body.

You watched as he stood up, licking his lips for a little more taste of you. His bears was drenched in you, his favorite flavor, and you knew he would probably refuse to clean his face the next morning. You looked down to see a small patch of wetness on his pants, crown of his cock leaking heavy drops of cum. He would always get so hard from eating you out, you couldn’t believe that pleasuring you made him this aroused.

He grabbed you ankles and pulled you close to him, your cunt all soft and swollen against his heavy bulge. God, this man was massive, you always loved how difficult it was for him to fit inside your tight little self. You always kept him suffocated in your walls, he had to refrain from cumming to fast.

“S-Stevie… Baby please…”

The blond male chuckled, grinding against you before sinking his fingers deep in your fluttering velvety walls. He softly brought you up, holding your jaw for a kiss. The passion, love and desire were drowning your mind, you couldn’t think properly. You buckled your hips against his hand, tightening around him when you tasted yourself on his tongue. Circling in your mouth and wrapping itself against yours, you couldn’t help but instantly get wetter.

Pulling away to look at you, your man couldn’t hide his grin, pride in seeing how wrecked you were already.

“Tell me what you want first baby, I can have you against the table, the wall or I’m taking you to the bed. But if you pick the bed, we’re not leaving until I'm done with you. I have a mission, remember ?”

Your head was all fuzzy but you remembered clearly, Steve had promised to fuck all the bad thoughts out of your head and he always kept his promises to you. The last one being that he would have you pregnant by the end of the night, again, Steve Rogers was a man of his word and his wife was the first proof of it.

“I-I want the bed please… Can I have the bed Stevie ?” You asked, voice soft and needy, just like he liked it

Pulling you up by your waist and hooking your legs around his own, he kissed you all over your face, enjoy the small whimpers escaping your lips. You looked so needy right now, how could he refuse you anything ? It was already impossible in your normal state but in moments like these, he didn’t even think about the word “no”.

“I’ll take you to the bed babydoll, don’t worry about anything. ‘M gonna get you all messy and warm around me, you’d like that baby ? To make a mess on me ?” He taunts, knowing how much anticipation and eagerness his words create in you.

You nod vividly, ignoring how utterly desperate you look as your husband lifts you off the table and starts walking towards your bedroom. You try to keep yourself occupied by whining in his ear and grinding on his side, you didn’t care if you felt like a desperate slut. Steve was your husband and you would be his slut any day.

Once in your room, you were laid on the bed delicately, Steve’s body following your and keeping you pressed down on the mattress under his weight. His hand automatically came to grad your thighs and part them open for him. He helped you out of your dress and started to work his teeth, tongue and lips on your breast.

Kissing on your flesh and sucking it while keeping his eyes locked with your, he bit your nipples and sucked vigorously before detaching himself in a wet plop. Repeating the same moves on your other breast, he let his hips play between your thighs. His thick cock, hard and desperate for attention was rubbed against the soft silky bedsheets. He could feel himself get so close to cumming just from the taste of your skin alone, pleasuring you was how he pleasured himself and it had been the case for the last decade and even before.

His treatment on your tits made your head go blank, rapidly filling with heat and lust once again. Grabbing his hair tightly and pushing him further into you, your legs wrapped around his hips again to have him push his throbbing girth against you. You felt the tip poke deeper in your core, begging to be nicely stuffed in your fluttering, velvety walls.

“S-Steve… Stevie please, p-please baby…Need your cock… Please…” You whimpered, arching your back as he gripped and fondled with your breasts.

“Fuck… These are gonna get so big.” At the realization, you could see his pupils darken. “So big and full, so much more of you to play with. God you’re gonna be spoiling me princess.” He grinned, a nipple between his teeth

Letting go of your chest, he stood up, towering over you and making you squirm. He unbuckled his belt, letting it drop to the floor with his pants. Your hooded, list filled eyes, stared shamelessly as his cock pulsated again his stomach, leaking heavy drops of cum. You suddenly wanted him in your mouth, pouring his seed down your throat until your belly was full and you were satisfied. You knew he would give it to you if you asked but for now, you just wanted him inside you more.

Grabbing your thighs, he positioned his length close to your folds and rubbed it on you, teasing you in the cruelest way possible. Small droplets of tears gathered on the corners of your eyes, whines and pleas echoing around the room. He was so big, massive even and dripping of you needy cunt. You wanted his fat head to push inside you and tear you apart, like you knew he could, feeling the veins running along the sides burn into you tight hole. The heaviness was making you see stars, already fantasizing about him deep in you. You couldn’t help but squeal every time his fat balls met your pussy.

“P-Please Stevie, please don’t… D-Don’t tease… I-I wanna have you in me, I need your cock please Stevie…” You cried, reaching for the base of his dick, running your fingers on him. Your heart swelled when you heard him groan your name desperately.

He held his cock in his hand, stroking the slick you had spread on him before he backed up, positioning himself and invaded your insides slowly. You arched your back at the intrusion, remembering how thick and long he was when inside you. You felt like he was poking your lungs, draining out all the air in them. Your brain had short-circuited, shutting down completely from the moment you felt his tip on your clenching cunt. When his hips met your ass, fully in you, you lost your vision temporarily. You were seeing white light everywhere, you couldn’t tell if you had finished already or not.

“F-Fuck baby, you done already princess ? Missed my cock so much you already cumming all over me ? Already got your brain all broken ?” He chuckles while checking to see if you were okay. Looking over your face and delicately holding you up to face him, he inspection your features for any signs of discomfort or need to stop.

You kept quiet, eyes crossed and trying to say something. You could hear his voice but you were so far gone it was useless to try and think, until he tried to pull out to lay you on the bed. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you.

“Don’t… Don’t stop baby, please…” You begged, repeating his name like a mantra

Looking so fucked out already, desperate for him to fuck the negativity away, how could he deny you anything ? It was simply impossible, even more if you were begging for him so much.

Raising his hand to your cheek and stroking it softly, he brought you in for a deep kiss. His attempt to distract you was sweet, so, so sweet, but useless. The moment he stretched your pussy open around his thickness, you breath caught in your throat again as you threw your head back. Your mouth dropped open, trying to relax around your husband that you were squeezing for dear life. You felt him pulsate between your walls, you pussy begging to milk him for all he’s worth.

“It’s okay baby, I-It’s okay… You wanted my whole dick and I’m givin’ it to you baby… But you gotta breath okay ? I need you to try and breath for me, can you do that love ?” He asked, trying his hardest to keep still as you relaxed and started breathing again.

Smiling softly while focusing his adoring gaze on your glossy eyes, cockdrunk and in need to be fucked rough and raw. He recognized these eyes, they often followed you swallowing his cock and having your belly full of cum. Your mornings were animated.

Engaging in a steady but rough pace, he started pounding his swollen cock inside your fluttering walls. The bulbous head of his cock spearing through your insides and molding your cervix around him and making you moan loudly.

Keeping you pinned to the mattress under his weight, he angled his hips to hit the perfect spot repeatedly. The sound of skin slapping mixed with your moans and his grunts resulted in an obscene symphony, fulling your husband’s pride and turning you into a waterfall, wet slick pouring out of you and onto the bedsheets.

The roughness of his thrusts shared the desperation and neediness he felt, his entire being screaming to please you. You had been so good, keeping your best behavior all night and being the best wife the universe could create. And here you were, pussy spread open around him, taking his cock so deep and turning him completely brainless. He couldn’t think about anything but you, your beautiful body and heart given to him, you were a goddess and he had to meet your every demand, because that was his duty. Your

“God, fucking hell baby… Pussy so fucking tight, I-I can’t even fucking think straight…” He grunted, lips parted on your ear.

Your legs tightened around his waist, one of your hands wrapping around his biceps and the other draped over his back, your nails leaving deep red marks all over his skin. His primal groans echoing in your head, made your name sound so powerful when it came from his mouth. He left wet kisses along your jawline and neck, trying to hide his sounds a little bit to hear yours better.

“Ah…Steve, fuck… I-I need more please… P-Please give me more, please baby…” You moaned on his hair, trying to catch his magnificent blue eyes.

You let out a scream when his hips changed position, hitting you even deeper. You felt a familiar coil in the pit of your stomach form, your hand running down your belly to circle your thumb around your clit. Clamping around him, warm and wet velvety walls, he can feel your orgasm coming. He fucks you harder, his tip clearly visible in your belly. He brings your thighs up, pressing them to your chest and restraining your breathing. He pushes his cock even deeper in you, his pace desperate and destructive on your small hole. The sound of your slick coating his shaft and dripping onto his heavy balls drives you insane.

“Oh, oh, oh ! Fuck, so good Stevie, oh God ! So good, please !” You scream, orgasm dangerously close.

His violent pounding rocks the bed back and forth, headboard already making a dent on the wall.

“Come on princess, cum all around my cock, make a mess on me.” He groans through gritted teeth.

He palm tightly holding your thighs, you can feel the bruises he’ll leave on you, fingers flexing around your flesh. Letting go of you, he meets your hand playing with your clit to add his own fingers, making you wail in pleasure.

The knot in your belly unravels as your orgasm spreads through your body making you cry out. Your pussy tightening around him, he thrusts a little more before cumming deep in you. Face red and flushed, he looks at you and your beautiful expression, fucked out and smiling droopily. Your walls pulsate around him as he keeps spilling his seed in you. His hips moving still, he lowers himself again to kiss you passionately, swallowing the tiny whimpers coming out of you.

He roles over, laying on the mattress and bringing you up on top of him. He laid your bare chest over his and soothing your trembling body by caressing your back tenderly. He chuckled when you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled against his neck, you were always so needy after making love, you needed your cuddles.

“Baby don’t fall asleep just yet, I gotta give you a little more remember ? Told you I would make all the bad thoughts go away.” He said, smiling at your hidden face.

“I don’t think there is any thoughts left Rogers…” you breathed out, chuckling at how genuinely empty your head was currently. “But you did swear you wouldn’t let me leave the bed… I’ll let you have your way baby, but please just a few minutes, can I have that ?” You pleaded, giving him puppy eyes to get your way.

He laughed loudly, knowing full well that he was folding already. Didn’t matter if his cock was already twitching inside you.

A comfortable silence settled between the both of you as you basked in the scent of the other and the tender touches you shared. This was what you deserved, a heathy comfortable marriage that would bring the best out of you both. You had been through hell, and this was the gift you deserved.

Raising yourself on your elbows, you looked into his blue eyes with a soft smile.

“You know I love you right ? You make me feel at home with you, like all the time I feel like I wasted before was worth it.” You chuckle

“It was love, it was worth it. We wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. It’s all thanks to you. All of it.” He affirmed, with confidence and honesty.

Yeah, it was all worth it. Going from beautiful but empty words to words so full of love you would never lack it again.

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