Ohhhh!!!!! First time meeting another werewolf! I wanna see protective Steeb!
Pairing: werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: 18+, no minors, exophilia, a/b/o, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, nests, dirty talk, knotting, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, fighting, vaginal sex, unedited
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With your head cocked to the side, hand on your hip, you surveyed the mess that was your nest. A frown tugged at the edges of your mouth. It still wasn’t right.
You could hear Steve in the kitchen. The scent of cooking meat made your mouth water. He hadn’t said anything but you knew he was concerned, knew that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you once.
It was his fault, really. Steve had bought you a ton of new things for your nest and you had no idea where to put them. Blankets, duvets, pillows, old shirts. It was beginning to look a little crowded.
You’d taken them without complaint. You had been distracted by the worried look on Steve’s face, the way he seemed to be constantly surveying the area. It was putting you on edge and you knew he could sense it.
“Are you almost finished over there, baby?”
You huffed. “No. I don’t want that in there,” you pointed to a fluffy pillow.
Steve, the dutiful mate he was, immediately removed it for you. He threw it upstairs, in the direction of the bedroom that was no longer used. You smiled, satisfied, and allowed him to steer you to the kitchen table.
Steve helped you into the chair, keeping his hands on your hips as you wiggled around. You whined as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply and nipping at the bond mark.
“Steve,” you pushed his face away, “it’s sensitive. Stop.”
“Might have to do it again soon,” he grumbled, “keep it fresh.”
Finally he moved away and began to dish up dinner. He piled your plate with food and didn’t start eating his own until he was content with the mouthfuls you were taking.
Throughout the meal, his eyes kept straying to the window. His knee was bouncing and he looked a second away from leaping up and charging out of the door. You tried not to stare too much, chalking it up to the fact he hadn’t been out in a day or two.
Dissatisfied with the distance, Steve hooked his leg around your chair leg and dragged you closer. You yelped and glared at him, reaching out to smack his knee.
“I’m trying to eat,” you said, dodging his hands as they made grabs for your thighs and breasts.
“Nothing wrong with being close,” he shrugged, “is there a problem?”
You stilled. “I don’t know,” you said carefully, “is there?”
Something just felt off. Like when the sky was blue but you felt rain was about to come. You trusted Steve but there was something he wasn’t telling you.
It had been like that at the beginning, too. Despite having marked you, he kept pretty tight-lipped about everything. It took him a while to talk about it, and you had found yourself in disbelief at times. None of it had seemed real; the bond, the nest, the cabin. Werewolves.
You had been worried that you would change. That his bite would alter some part of you. Steve had reassured you that it wouldn’t.
“Werewolves can’t be made,” he had explained one night, wrapped around you in your nest. “It’s a recessive gene, and it has to be inherited.”
That had caused an entirely new bout of worries, ones involving children and tiny furry pups, but you had no plans to get pregnant anytime soon.
“What about packs,” you’d asked, “wolves live in packs, don’t they?”
“They do, but werewolves are entirely different,” he’d said. “There are rumours that was used to live in packs hundreds of years ago. These days there’s not enough places with enough room to house packs of wolves. I guess we evolved to not need them.”
You had asked him how many more there were out there. He’d told you he didn’t know, but it wasn’t something you should worry about.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” he’d laughed, “the chances of another human stumbling upon us are pretty low, let alone someone like me.”
A few days after that dinner, you found yourself laid up in your nest with Steve. It was getting warmer so most of the duvets had been replaced with shirts. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn your own clothes.
Steve had you between his legs, resting your head on his stomach. You had your laptop on your knees, sending the last few emails to your publisher. You’d managed to finish your book and looked forward to having more free time.
You jolted when Steve’s hand fell onto your breast, squeezing the flesh. You scowled and peeked up at him. His face was buried in a book and he seemed entirely innocent. Too innocent.
You hissed when his thump tweaked the turgid peak of your breast, rolling it between his finger tips. You pressed ‘Send’ on your email and shut your laptop down, shoving it under the sofa before turning back to Steve.
You tried to sit up but he pinched your nipple. “Steve! Why did you do that?”
He peered down at you over his book. “Did you send those emails?”
“Yes,” you pouted, “I’m finished.”
He hummed nonchalantly, turning back to his book. You huffed, turning your face to nuzzle into the crotch of his sweatpants. You swallowed hard, reaching up to slide your fingers beneath the waistband and pull them down.
Your mouth watered at the heavy scent of his cock. You could picture it; pink and pretty, the tip red or purple depending on how much you’d teased him. There was a slight curve, one that you loved tracing with your tongue, and a soft bump at the bottom that turned into a thick knot when he was inside of you.
“Alpha,” you sighed, pressing gentle kisses onto the public hair that you revealed.
Steve was not unaffected. His grip of his book was tight and you could spot a slight tremor in his breathing. You smiled to yourself, satisfied with the reaction you provoked.
Just as you were about to reveal his cock, Steve went rigid. You froze. You had learned enough about his body language to know it was unusual. A guttural growl made you whimper, and it took you a second to realise it was coming from him.
Fingers still curled around the waistband of his sweatpants, you wriggled up until your hand was pressed beneath his chin. “Alpha,” you whispered, “what’s going on?”
You yelped when Steve shot to his feet, book flying a few feet away. He began prying you off of him, setting you down in your nest and covering you with various shirts and blankets.
He pressed his hand into the centre of your chest and looked you in the eye. “Stay.”
Nostrils flared, he turned and began heading for the door. An intruder, you thought dimly, someone’s here. The thought turned your blood to ice.
To your surprise, Steve left the door open as he stepped out. You buried your face in your hands, peeking out between your fingers.
You expected to hear vicious snarls and the snapping of jaws, the breaking of bones under paws. After a few seconds, the silence was finally broken.
“Bucky,” Steve gritted out.
You relaxed a little. There was no real anger in his tone, only annoyance. You began getting to your feet, still listening carefully to the conversation going on outside.
“I just came to visit my old pal,” the stranger said. “Imagine my surprise to find he’s gone and found himself an Omega. Like it’s no big deal.”
Steve snapped. “Don’t talk about her.”
A low whistle, followed by, “A relatively new bond, I’m guessing.”
You peered out, curiously finally winning over. Steve had his back to you but his head tilted to the side, chest heaving. He could smell you.
The stranger stood some fifty metres away, hands stuffed into his pockets like it was nothing. He had brown hair that dusted his shoulders and blue eyes that seemed to be laughing. He rivalled Steve in his size, his shoulders seeming wider and his chest thicker.
You gulped. Whoever this man was, you were glad he and Steve didn’t seem to be enemies.
The man looked at you over Steve’s shoulder. “This her?”
“Look away!” Steve roared, the sound echoing.
You flinched. The man tutted. “You’re scaring her,” he rolled his eyes and squinted. “Though, I can see why you would be so over protective -“
You screamed when Steve shot forward, tackling the man like he weighed nothing. They both hit the ground and rolled, tearing up chunks of dirt and scattering leaves.
The man, Bucky, caught your eye and smiled. “Don’t worry, doll. Give us a few minutes.”
Steve howled and head butted him. There was a splash of blood, followed by laughing, and you found yourself eager to take Bucky’s advice. You locked yourself into your cabin (not that it would do much good) and retreated to your nest.
Almost an hour passed before the sounds died down. The doorhandles jiggled a few times and then snapped as Steve forced it open, charging inside like a rhinoceros.
He seemed to calm at the sight of you in your nest. You tried to stop him from coming in; he was covered in leaves and dirt and blood, but he wound himself around you and didn’t still until you were tucked nicely in your chest.
To your surprise, Bucky entered soon after. He didn’t look much better off than Steve. He nodded at you. “Nice nest, doll.”
“Don’t push it,” Steve growled, glaring at his friend of your head. “One more word and you can fuck off.”
Bucky seemed to be holding back a smile but his gaze was fixed on you. It kept straying to the spot where Steve’s mark was. “We’ll do proper introductions another day,” he said. “I’ll be living in Steve’s cabin for a while. Shout if you need anything, doll.”
“She won’t,” Steve snarled, watching as Bucky walked out of the cabin and shut the door behind him.
“Steve!” You slapped his arm. “That was rude. That’s - isn’t that your friend?”
Steve was busy cramming his fingers down your sweatpants and into your panties. “Not for much longer,” he snapped, licking at his bite mark.
Your back arched as he plunged his teeth into the old wound. That, combined with his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your swollen clit, had you orgasming embarrassingly quickly.
“That’s right,” he urged, sitting forward and propping you onto your hands and knees. His fingers left a wet trail of your slick up your stomach. “Show your Alpha your cunt, baby. Let him see.”
Steve adjusted you to his pleasure, shuffling around with his sweatpants before revealing his cock. You wanted desperately to see it but he was rubbing the head through your folds and nudging at your clit before you could ask.
He seated himself inside of you without thinking twice. The knot at the base of his cock was already swollen. It took only a few thrusts before he was locked inside of you, his hand pressed to your back as he ground his cock into your pussy.
“Gotta let him know,” he cursed, thrusting as much as he could. “Needs to know that you’re mine.”
“Alpha!” You cried out as his fingers connected with your clit, pulling back your flesh and allowing him to touch the most sensitive part. It would’ve been too much if you weren’t so desperate to cum with his cock inside of you.
“I fuckin’ saw him,” Steve pressed his face into your neck, “Saw how he looked at you. He was interested. Intrigued. Wanted to get close to you.”
He pinned you to the floor as he came, shooting his seed inside you and humming as it trickled out past his knot. He did his best to stifle the flow, prodding at your lips and the base of his cock with his fingers.
You couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said about Bucky. You knew Steve was territorial and it was likely just the Alpha talking, but still. Something about the way Bucky had looked at you. . .
You shuddered at the sound of a howl outside, keening as Steve stiffened behind you. “Bastard,” he murmured before going back to kissing your neck.
No, he had to be wrong about Bucky. There was just no way.
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