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Steve has been watching you all morning. Well, actually, he’s been watching you far longer than just this morning. 

He’s been watching you since that day, 2 years ago, when you stood in front of the church for your coming of age day. The church has a tradition for all those that turn 18, baptizing them in front of the church as you finally enter into adulthood. 

Of course, Steve knew who you were before that day. But it was that day, his thoughts of you turned dark. Turned sinful. No longer were you looked at as the little preachers daughter. No, he saw you in a whole different light. 

Maybe it had to do with the sun shinning down on you that day, through the painted glass above the pool. Maybe it had to do with how pure you looked dressed in that white dress, the one that made you look like a angel from above. Puffed sleeves and how it flowed down to your knees. You looked like a doll. Like a dream. 

Or maybe, it had to do with how that same dress, clung to your body when you came back up from the water. How sheer it looked. How mature your body looked, your nipples visibly coming through. How he seemed to be the only one that noticed them. How bright and wide your eyes shined, your smile so full of hope and light. 

He felt his slacks grow tighter watching you wave at the congregation. And he hasn’t stop watching you since. 

He watched you as you would greet people every Sunday morning at the door. Some with handshakes, others with hugs, but all of them with that hope filled smile. 

He would notice the blush that would creep up your neck and cheeks when he would compliment whatever dress you were wearing that day. How you would look down at your feet, unable to hold eye contact with him long. 

He noticed how you would gravitate towards the kids on Wednesdays, entertaining their conversations with you. He noticed how good you were with them, making his brain fill with fantasies. Fantasies of how you would look with his kids. Fantasies of making those kids with you. 

He noticed how you volunteered every chance you got, truly believing in the goodness of the work. He noticed you always smelled of roses from being in the garden all the time. He also noticed how you didn’t entertain any of the boys that would come around. He really noticed that. 

And he really liked it. 

It was like you knew he had a claim on you.

He knew it wasn’t right to have these thoughts. He knew, growing up in the church, being seen as a one of the communities church leaders, being involved in it for so long, that he should pray. Ask for forgiveness. Do everything he can to not stray from his faith. 

But you are just too damn tempting. And so, he continues to watch you. Keeping his distance, but keeping the fantasies as well.

Until this morning. 

He had volunteered for the can drive when he saw you did. Watching you from across the room all day, smiling and greeting those that came to drop off supplies. It started off as every other time, until his desires reached their tipping point. 

You didn’t mean to, surely. You didn’t even know what you were doing. Steve knew that. He knew how innocent and sheltered you were. It honestly just added fuel to his fire. 

He saw you take a box from Mrs.Welsher with a smile. Watched as you told Sharon, one of the other woman volunteers, that you were going to put the boxes with the rest. 

He watched as you walked to the back, placing the flimsy box down on the table and organizing the cans inside to the proper category. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way you looked bent over the table, trying to place some of the cans a little further down. The way your ass was in the air had him swallowing back a moan. 

He exuded himself from the woman talking to him when he saw you struggling to put some of the cans on a high shelf, seeing an opening. 

He’s been good. So good, for the last two years. Never stepping out of line. Never letting his desires control him. 

But he’s tired of that. His yearning to touch you is over riding everything else, and honestly, he thinks he deserves it. He’s a good man. He goes to church. He helps where he’s needed. He prays and reads his bible. 

And maybe, after all these years, you are his reward from God. His Reward for being good for so long. For believing for so long. Maybe, he’s finally getting what he deserves. 

He steps up behind you, one hand going to your waist as the other grabs the can from your outreached hand. He whispers in your ear, “Need some help darlin?”

“Um, y-yes Mr.Rogers, please.” You stutter, letting him take the can from your hand and place it on the shelf above you. 

Steve’s hand slides from your side, to the front, right on your stomach. His fingers gripping a little harder. He enjoys the quick breath you pull in, enjoys the way the action pushes you further into him. 

When he places the can down, he lets go of you with a final squeeze, smiling as you can finally turn around to face him. He didn’t step back however, leaving barely any space between the two of you as he stares down at you. 

He likes how you wear your hair, half of it always pulled back, a bow tied around it, matching whatever color your dress is. Today was no different. Your baby blue bow matching the baby blue dress you’re wearing. A similar style to that white dress you wore during your baptism.

He reaches forward, gently grabbing the end of your curled hair, innocently complimenting you, “You’re hair looks very pretty today.” 

You smile wide, “Thank you, Mr.Rogers.” 

“Steve, doll.” He corrects you, still playing with the end of your hair, “Just Steve. Mr.Rogers makes me feel old, and you wouldn’t want to offend me. Right?”

The prospect of offending him makes your eyes widen, “No, Mr— Steve. No I wouldn’t.”

“Good girl.” His voice drops a little lower, as does his hand, skimming over the top of your breast. You don’t seem to notice the action, too busy enjoying the praise, so he does it again. Plays with the end of your hair, letting his knuckles rub over your boob softly. 

“You’ve been working hard today.” He mentions, wanting to keep you here, staring up at him. 

You nod, “My father said it’s important to retrieve as many cans as we can for the community. There are so many people in need.”

“Mmm.” He hums, trying to keep himself from pressing his knuckles harder to your boob when he feels your nipple start to bud up, his unnoticed touching having an effect on your body, “You like helping people, angel?” 

You shrug, a sheepish smile on your face, “Of course. It’s our duty to help as many people as we can.” 

“Mmhmm.” Steve nods, “And you’re such a good girl for doing it.”

You beam at his praise again, and Steve has to stop himself from leaning down to taste your lips, wanting to feel the smile on your face, but he can’t push his luck. Not yet. Instead, he lets your hair drop from his hand, with a final brush over your nipple, stepping back, “We should get back to work, huh?”

You look around, as if remembering where you are and what you’re doing, “You’re right!” 

He watches as you scurry back to your table, apologizing to Sharon for taking so long. He keeps an eye on you through out the rest of the can drive, making sure no one gets too close. Making sure no one touches what’s his. 

As the day starts to come to an end, volunteers cleaning up and making their way to leave, he knows its his chance to get you fully alone. To get some more time with you. 

Now that he’s had even just the smallest fraction of you, he can’t stop until he has you whole. 

He walks up to your and Sharon’s table, the older blonde woman noticing him first. 

Steve will admit that Sharon is a beautiful woman, one closer to his age and one of the woman in the church that is sought after by the single bachelors. He notices the way she straightens when he’s near. Notices how her eyes trail him. He’s not stupid. He knows how woman look to him. How he’s considered the most eligible bachelor in the church. 

But he only has eyes for you. He’s already fully yours. Which is why he intends to make you full his as well. 

But, of course, he must play the part he’s so good at playing, the part he’s perfected throughout the years. He smiles his pearly white smile, greeting her kindly, before also greeting you, “Do you need help taking this inventory to the storage room?” He questions, already knowing you can’t take all the boxes yourself. These boxes were specific donations for the church, not the community drive. 

Sharon smiles at his generosity, “How kind of you, Steven. We could defiantly use the help.”

He doesn’t miss the way she emphasizes we, including herself into the equation. Steve doesn’t like it, but he can’t be stupid here, he wants you alone, wants to get his hands on you again. 

“You’ve worked so hard today Sharon, I’m sure we can handle this last part without you. Why don’t you get some rest, you look like you need it. We’ll lock up before we head out.” He nods over to you, who’s innocently watching the exchange. 

Sharon frowns, looking over to you, as if you would step in and ask her to stay too, but you don’t. He knows you wouldn’t go against him, very few people do. Innocently smiling at her and nodding, “He’s right, you deserve some rest.”

“Fine.” Sharon nods, dejected. Grabbing her things and saying a quick goodbye. 

Steve helps you with the boxes, taking them to the storage room, following behind you so he can watch your ass as you walk. It takes a few trips, him carrying three as you carry one. Truthfully, he could have probably carried more, but he wants to prolong his time with you. 

When all the boxes are in the storage room, you go to walk away, when he grabs your wrist, “Don’t the volunteers usually end the day with some bible reading?”

Your eyebrows draw down, “Oh, no. We forgot to do that.”

Steve nods his head sympathetically, “Everyone has already left. But we can still do it.” 

You contemplate his idea, knowing he’s right. The volunteers always end the day with some bible passages and prayers. Some how, through the chaos of the end of the day, you must have forgotten. But you are really tired, and want to go home like everyone else. Steve see’s this, “It’s what good church goers would do.” 

At this, you nod, allowing him to drag you over to the table in the storage room. You both sit down in the chairs. Steve looks around, “You have your bible on you?”

You shake your head, “I left mine at home today. There’s always plenty here.”

“Well, we can just use the one on my phone, then.” He pulls his cellphone out, “You gotta phone?”

He know’s the answer to that already, no. Your parents sheltered you away from everything, especially the internet. Giving you an iPhone would only give you access to social media. 

You shake your head, “My phone doesn’t have apps on it.” 

“Mmm.” Steve hums, an idea forming in his head, “We’ll share mine.”

He grabs your hand from the top of the table, making you stand. You look at him in confusion until he pulls you over, planting you firmly in his lap. 

“Steve!” You let out a surprised gasp. 

He chuckles, “It’s alright, doll. We’re just sharing my phone.” 

“Isn’t it— Isn’t it wrong to sit like this?” You question, “What if someone see’s?”

“Nothing is wrong here, angel. We’re just sharing my phone as we read.” One of his hands holding the phone out in front of both of you, as his other hand wraps around your waist, resting right under your boob. 

“Okay.” You nod, taking his word for it. Steve is respected in your church, and by your parents. If he says something’s okay, you have no reason not to believe him. 

“Let’s take a picture first.” Steve opens his camera, wanting evidence of having you in his lap. He can’t wait to send it to Bucky. Knowing his best friend is the only one that knows about is desires for you.

“Why?” You giggle. 

Steve rests his chin on your shoulder, “So we can remember our bible study. Duh.” He takes a picture, before taking another, this time kissing your cheek. 

You go wide eyed at that one, “What was that for?”

“A show of affection, doll.” He gently draws circles on your clothed ribcage, “It’s a way to show people you care.” 

“Like, hugging?” You tilt your head. 

“Exactly. This just shows you care very much.” He nods, dick getting harder in his pants at your innocence. You nod in understanding. Steve smiles, “Why don’t you give me one.”

“I— I don’t know.” You shrink a little. 

“Don’t you care about me?” He frowns, enjoying the way your eyes go wide and you reach out, grabbing his arm. 

“Of course I do, Steve. I care about you a whole lot!”

“Then, why can’t you give me a kiss?” He questions. You nod, not wanting to offend him again and make him think you don’t care. He likes how easy it is to get you to do what he wants. As your lips almost reach his cheek, he turns his head, making his lips meet with yours. You breathe in quickly, but Steve drops his phone on the table, putting his hand at the back of your head so you can’t pull away. 

He makes sure to keep the kiss soft and sweet, as to not scare you. After a few seconds, he lets you pull back, smiling at your proudly, “See, angel? That means you really care about me, and that makes me really, really happy.”

“A— and it’s not wrong?” You question, not wanting to do anything against the rules. 

Steve kisses your lips quickly again, “Nope. But you shouldn’t do it with anyone else.”

“Why?” You ask, not understanding. 

“Because, it will lose it’s meaning and mean you don’t care about me as much anymore. That would make me feel really bad.” Steve frowns. 

You quickly reassure him, “I won’t do it with anyone else then.”

Steve smiles, kissing you one more time, before moving back to his phone. “Okay, lets get to reading.”

He opens his bible app, quickly going to a chapter and reading a few lines, before having you take over. As he watches you read, he slowly starts to grind his dick on your butt, enjoying the friction he can feel. His breathing gets a little heavier. He’s finally getting some relief, and knowing it’s your body giving it to him, makes it feel so much better.

You stop reading for a second, noticing his movements, “It’s alright, little one, keep going.” You don’t question him, not sure what’s happening, but trusting in him enough to listen to his orders. 

Steve has to bite his lip to stop from moaning out loud. His eyes rolling in the back of his head as he starts to rub himself a little faster. 

“Ar— are you alright, Steve?” You stop reading again, his heavy breathing making you feel as if he’s unwell. 

He opens his eyes, seeing your concerned face, “I’m okay, little one. I’m just, a little uncomfortable.”

“Is it me? Am I crushing your legs?” You gasp. 

Steve chuckles, tightening his hold on you so you can’t get off his lap. He would go crazy if he’s made it this far and doesn’t get any relief, “No, angel. I’m just a little fidgety tonight. That okay? Are my movements bothering you?”

You shake your head, “No, no, it’s okay. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve smiles at you sweetly, “I’m alright, doll.”

“Do you want to read some?” You ask, gesturing to his phone that’s still in your hands.

Steve shakes his head, “No, little one. I like hearing your pretty voice.” He goes back to grinding on you. 

You smile widely at him, warmth spreading through you at his compliment, “Okay.” 

You go back to reading, as Steve continues to move his dick over your ass. He pushes you down harder onto him. The fact you are so naive you don’t even realize he’s using your body to get off, makes him even harder. 

“Steve—“ You say, not understanding what’s happening and why he’s moving the way he is. The hard thing on your butt feels like it’s throbbing, and you wish you knew what it was.

“It’s alright little one.” Steve’s face drops to your neck, “You’re being such a good girl. Helping me out so good.”

“I am?” You question. You don’t know what you’re doing, but you like that you seem to be helping him regardless. 

“Yes, baby.” He moans. He humps up, grinding into you harder and faster, feeling his high rising. He kisses and licks your neck, but being safe to not leave any noticeable marks. He doesn’t need your parents asking you where they came from. 

You start to find yourself getting a weird feeling in your private area, not understanding why, “Um, Steve— I’m feeling weird.”

Steve moans, knowing that feeling is you getting wet. It’s exactly what he needs to know to push himself over the edge, coming in his underwear and jeans as he continues to hump you hard. Riding out his high and grunting into your neck.

He breaths heavy onto your skin as he comes to a stop. Once he’s caught his breath, he pulls away from you, seeing you looking at him, slight confusion in your eyes, with a hint of want, that he knows you don’t understand, “You did so well for me, doll. So well.”

“What did I do?” You tilt your head.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head, “You gave me my greatest wish.” He softly kisses your lips again. 

Because what he said was true. He’s wished for you for so long, and finally, finally he has you. 

And he never plans on letting you go.

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Steve feels on top of the world. The video of you sucking him off has been replayed so many times he can see it when he closes his eyes. 

He’s sure Bucky’s played it the same amount he has, based off the commentary the dark haired man sent him about it. He’s coming down next week, and he can’t wait to introduce him to his angel girl. 

It’s been about 3 weeks of teaching the class, and he’s gotten to get your mouth around him each time. You’re so good, so helpful. So sweet. He’s got you trained so well. 

And it makes him so hard. 

He knew, even before the storage room incident that threw all of this in motion, that you were his. That he was going to make you his. 

He’s spent his whole life being the community golden boy. The wholesome church man. 

And you are his reward. He knows it. And now, he knows you’ll know it to. Everyone will. 

He has everyone feeding out of the palm of his hands and he’s going to use that to his advantage. Starting tonight. 

Steve of course, has a plan for everything. Your mother so graciously invited him to dinner this week, something she has done in the past, along with so many other people in the church, but this is the first time he’s ever accepted. 

He knows, your father being the preacher, you being raised how you were, he has to go about this the right way. He doesn’t really need their permission to make you his completely, but it will be easier, and he doesn’t want to cause unnecessary ripples. 

He knocks on the door fashionably early, like a true gentleman, and he’s greeted with a smile and firm handshake from your father. One Steve returns paired with his own charming smile. 

“Thank you for having me. You have a wonderful home.” Steve comments, following your father into the kitchen where you are with your mother. 

“Thank you, Steve.” Your mother beams, no doubt relishing in the compliments of her home, “We are so glad to have you over tonight. Dinner isn’t quite ready yet.”

“That’s alright.” Steve waves off her concern, turning his attention to you with an innocent smile, “Why don’t you give me a tour? I’d love to see the rest of the house while we wait.” 

Steve turns to your father, reviving a nod from the man, “Of course. I’ll help finish up.” 

You give Steve a shy smile as you move to lead him further into the house. He likes that even after all he’s had you do, you’re still shy around him. Still get flustered. 

You show him the downstairs first, starting in the dining room and living room. Then your fathers office and library.

He watches your ass as he follows you up the stairs, enjoying how much of your thigh he can see with the dress you’re wearing. You show him around the upstairs rooms, yours being the last one. 

He smirks as he looks around the room. You have one of those sheer tent things above your bed. White bed sheets. He spots some pictures framed on the wall above your desk, most of them just of you and your family. 

“I really like your room.” He says, walking closer to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Really?” You perk up, not having much experience with people in your room. Warmth fils you at the thought of him liking it. 

“Mhmm.” He hums. He reaches a hand out to you, smiling as you grab it without hesitation, letting him pull you to stand between his legs, “It’s just like you. So cute and sweet.” 

You scrunch your nose up at him, “You think I’m cute?”

“I think you’re adorable, angel.” He whispers, pulling you a bit closer, “You know, I haven’t gotten a hello kiss from you.” 

“Oh, well I—“ 

“I know.” Steve interrupts you, “I told you it’s our special secret. And you didn’t want your parents to know our secret, right?”

You nod at him, happy he’s not mad at you. 

Steve cups your face, “I’m proud of you for being such a good girl, but I would like my kiss now.” 

You lean in, kissing him tentatively like you always do. Steve takes control like usual,  and he likes that he gets to do that, have control over you. 

He moves one of his hands to your waist, squeezing just hard enough for you to gasp, allowing him the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, getting a full taste of you. He moans when you try moving your tongue with his, trying to follow his actions. 

When he pulls away, he watches how your chest rises and falls, trying to catch your breath. His eyes darken at the thought of your breasts rising and falling underneath your dress. 

He’s had you touch him the past few weeks, but he hasn’t had the opportunity to touch you, not till now. He’s been too addicted to your mouth on him to try. 

But right now, that innocent look in your eyes, he needs it. Needs you. 

“Angel.” He gets your attention, “I wanna— will you let me try something? Let me do something for you?” 

“What?” You question. 

“I wanna kiss you baby.” He grips your waist tighter, the thought alone driving him insane. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. 

You tilt your head at him in confusion, “We just kissed.” 

“Another kiss angel. A special kiss, that shows you how much I care about you.” He explains, rubbing circles into your waist, “A kiss that will make you feel real good, baby. One that will solidify a deeper bond between us. You want that, right?” 

You nod immediately at his question, wanting a deeper bond with Steve. Wanting anything he’s willing to give you. Besides your parents, Steve is the only other person that’s really in your life. Sure you have the church, but you’ll always be your parents daughter to them. 

Steve looks at you as if you’re special and not just because of your parents. 

“Good girl.” Steve smiles at your agreement. He stands up, switching places with you, “Lay down for me angel.” 

You’re confused, but you do as Steve says, like you always do. 

Seeing you laying on the bed, makes Steve Instantly hard. But he takes a few breaths. This isn’t about him right now. This is about you and finally getting a true taste. 

“You trust me, right?” He questions, wanting to hear you say it. 

You nod, watching as his hands move to your thighs, slowly rising underneath your dress, “Yes.”

Steve gently raises the bottom of the pink dress your wearing, groaning when he sees your white panties come into view. 

“God, baby.” He says under his breath, grabbing your knees and pushing them apart, giving him the perfect view, “Fucking perfect.” 

He sees when your breathing picks up, body rising and falling with your nerves. He starts to slide your dress up higher. Until he can see your breasts incased by your bra. 

Steve’s composure is running on thin ice, and seeing you, laid out for him, it’s too much to hold onto anymore. 

Steve grabs the top of your bra, pulling it down to expose your breasts. 

“Steve—“ your voice is hoarse, hands moving to cover yourself. You’ve never been exposed to someone like this.

“You said you trust me.” He gives you a stern look, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, “Don’t make me angry baby. You keep those hands there.” 

Your eyes are wide as you nod to him, not wanting to upset him more. “Good girl. You don’t hide yourself from me. Ever, baby.” 

Steve let’s go of your wrists, his attention going back to your breasts. He licks his lips, leaning over you to gently kiss one. You draw in a breath, but don’t try to move or hide yourself again. 

He kisses the other, before opening his mouth, sucking tour nipple. He hears you whine above him, making him moan around you. It draws another whine from you. 

He lets go of your right nipple, moving to suck on the other one, “So good.” He mumbles around it. 

Steve spends minutes on each boob, enjoying the sounds he gets from you. Enjoying them around his lips. When he pulls away with a hard pop, he looks up to your face, seeing your lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. 

He moves further down your body, coming face to face with your covered mound. He groans when he sees a small wet patch, knowing his make out with your breast made you feel this way. 

He knows you’ve never touched yourself, and the knowledge that he gets to be the first person ever, has him pulling down your underwear and kissing you right on your bald lips. 

You shave everything. Steve’s never really cared if a woman has had hair down there or not, but you being so, smooth, has his cock twitching in his pants. 

“Mmm.” He hears you whimper above, and smirks. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He reassures you. He parts your lips, licking a strip up the Bally between them. His eyes practically roll to the back of his head at the first, true taste of you. 

He needs more. 

He’s only had one taste, but just like your hands and mouth on him the first time, he’s already addicted. 

He starts to lick up and down, circling your clit with his tongue. 

“Steve.” You moan. He pulls away at that, “What do you call me when we’re alone?” 

“Daddy.” You whimper. 

He smirks, going back to sucking in your clit, “Good girl.” 

The moans he pulls from you are the most beautiful ballad he’s ever heard. Music to his ears. He keeps his mouth on you as he brings his hand down, to join him in his intrusions. 

He gentle circles your opening with one of his fingers. 

“Da—daddy.” You try to talk, “That’s— we can’t do tha—“ 

“It’s alright.” He pulls his mouth off of you, looking up to lock eyes, “I’m in charge, angel. What I say goes. And I wouldn’t do anything bad to you, right? You trust me, remember?”

You nod, wearily, “But—“

“No buts, baby.” Steve starts to push his finger in you, watching as you wince, “I’m just depending out bond, remember?”

“Ah- okay.” You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes closed.  The feeling is uncomfortable, but Steve has never done anything bad to you. He’s always been sweet and kind and you do trust him. You don’t want him mad at you. 

Steve is mesmerized by his finger going in and out of you. He feels around at his tight and warm you are, his jeans getting even tighter around his crotch. 

He slowly adds another finger when he sees you’ve gotten used to the first. Going a bit deeper this time, “Doing so well for me, pretty girl. You’re doing so good.” 

You moan, nodding your head at his compliments. You love when Steve tells you that you’re a good girl. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, “Thank you, daddy.” 

“Oh, you’re so welcome angel.” Steve says breathlessly, adding another finger, watching as your cunt flutters around them. He groans at how wet you are now, dipping back down to suck on your clit again. 

He moans around you, sucking on your clit as his fingers continue there pace inside you, in and out. 

Your moans become more frequent and more breathless as he continues to lap up your wetness. 

He can feel you tighten around his fingers, making him pull away his mouth for just a second, “Come on, baby. Cum for daddy. Be a good girl for me.” 

His words push you over the edge, your body wanting to do what he orders as your mind gets hazy at the new feelings he’s bringing forward. The high you feel is incredible. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. 

The euphoria Steve sees on your face is indescribable. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more like an angel than you do right now. He continues to pump his fingers through, making sure you feel the high to its totality. 

Steve’s absolutely mesmerized by you. When you start to come back from the haze, he’s gently staring at you with a loving smile, while he brushes your hair back away from your face. 

“Welcome back, angel.” He gives you a chaste kiss, “How was that? Did you like it?”

“Y—yeah.” Your voice is low, still a bit wobbly, “I—I liked it. Thank you, Steve.” 

Steve’s eyes shine at your admission. He gives you one more kiss before he sighs, “We need to go back down. I’m sure dinners almost ready.” 

You nod, “Okay.”

Steve helps you up, already having redressed you while you were coming down. He cups your cheeks before you can leave the room, kissing you once more. When he pulls back he studies your face, “Do you like me, angel?”

“Of course I like you.” You answer him, frowning at his question. How could Steve not know you like him. 

“Mmm. Good.” He softly hums, “What would you say, if I wanted more from you?” 

“More?” You question. 

Steve nods, “What if I want everything. Will you give me that?” 

You don’t know how to answer his weird question, but you do know that you’ll do anything to make Steve happy, “If that’s what you want.” 

Steve grins at your answer, “Good.” 

Back down stairs, your parents are none the wiser to what Steve did to you in your room, trusting the man they let into their house, whole heartedly. Just like everyone else in the community. 

Steve was right, and dinner was ready when you went back down, your mother about to call for the both of you. He sits next to you at the table, your parents sitting across from him. 

The conversation revolves around the church and how the class he was teaching was going. Steve’s charming and polite like always. 

“Steve.” Your mother gets his attention during dessert, “Pardon my intrusion, but, have you thought much about settling down? Starting a family?”

Steve nods, “I have. I pray about it often.” 

Your mother perks up at that, always one for romantic gossip, “You know, there are plenty of woman in the church that I’m sure would be such a good pairing for you. I know Sharon Carter is available and looking for a husband.” 

“Sharon is lovely, but I do not believe she is the one God has sent for me.” Steve smiles at her, “Im sure you can understand how important it is to follows Gods guidance.” 

“Of course.” Your father nods, “That’s very noble of you. Not many men have the patience to wait for the right one.” 

Your mother’s heart practically melts, “Very enduring to hear nowadays. Do you believe you know who he has planned for you? Or are you still waiting for a sign?” 

Steve clears his throat, “Actually,” He glanced over at you, before looking back to your parents,  “I think God has been very telling recently.” 

“Oh.” Your mother’s eyes go wide at the inclination he brought forth. But it’s not out of disagreement with what he’s implying, more so out of approval. 

And of course your parents would approve of Steve. Anyone in the church would. Even with the age difference between the two of you. Steve is considered the perfect guy and everyone in the church would be thrilled for him to choose their daughter. Especially your parents. 

A God fearing church man like Steve, that’s exactly who they would want to be with you. To marry you. To lead you.

Because that’s what a husband does, for their wife, for their family. 

And everyone knows Steve is a great leader. 

“I’ve been praying about it for awhile.” Steve nods, “And these last few weeks especially, have been extremely telling and eye opening. I’ve seen and heard from him. Seen the path he’s wanting for me.”

The smiles that grace your parents faces is very revealing to how well Steve can talk. Of how well Steve is at getting what he wants. Of convincing people he’s a good guy. A God fearing man. 

“Well,” Your father starts, “I think I speak for both of us when I say you are the exact type of man we wish for out daughter.”

You look between both your parents and Steve, not really following the conversation. Steve smiles at the revelation of your parents agreeing, grabbing one of your hands with his, and interlacing his fingers with yours. 

“I’m happy to hear that, truly.” Steve nods. 

Your mother smiles, “We want what is best for our daughter, and the plan God has in store for her.”

Steve turns to you, “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“About what?” You frown. 

Steve laughs softly at your confusion, “About, me courting you. Taking our relationship to the next phase.” 

“You want to court me?” You question, eyes wide. 

You never thought of the possibility of Steve wanting to court you. Wanting a relationship with you. He’s older than you. More experienced. There are people in the church, plenty of them, that still look at you like a child. You’re not even sure if what you feel for Steve is what you’re supposed to feel when you enter a relationship. You know you trust him. He’s kind to you. H can make you laugh.

But are you in love with him? You aren’t sure. 

“It would make me happy.” Steve tells you. And that’s all you need to hear in order to agree. You would do anything in order to keep Steve happy. 

Perhaps that’s what Love is. 

“Okay.” You nod. Smiling when everyone else at the table does. 

Your parents start talking about announcing the news to the church, while Steve leans over, kissing your temple softly and whispering in your ear, letting you know you made the right choice, “Good girl.” 

He knew you would. 

And even if you hadn’t, it wouldn’t have stopped you from being his. 

“So they agreed?” Bucky questions him over face time later that night.

Steve chuckles, “They were ecstatic.”

“Of course they were.” Bucky rolls his eyes, “Who wouldn’t be about good ol’ golden boy Steve Rogers wanting to be with their girl.”

“When does your plane land?” Steve asks, changing the conversation.

“Next Thursday at noon.”

Steve nods, marking his calendar, “Great. I’ll pick you up and we’ll hang out till we have to go to my class.”

“Can’t wait.” Bucky agrees, “Your girl gonna come with you?”

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugs, “But you’ll meet her than night regardless.

Bucky smirks, "Can’t wait for that, either. The video isn’t enough for me anymore.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head at his best friend, “You’ll meet our girl soon enough, Buck. Have some patients.”

“Eh.” Bucky waves him off, “Patients was always your thing.”

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Steve has felt on top of the world since the dinner at your house. Your parents agreed to allow him to court you and Steve knew, his plans were so set in motion, he would be married to you by Christmas. No one would be able to stop him now. 

He deserves a wife. A good, obedient, little wife. And that’s exactly what you will be for him. It’s what you’ve been raised to be. 

And he does deserve it. Deserves you. Steve has spent his whole life in church, mostly to appease his mother. He spent his youth being sick and frail. His teen years in service to the community. He spent his 20’s overseas with Bucky, fighting in wars for greedy men, and he’s spent the last 10 years being home, being the perfect church guy. 

He deserves something good now, for all he’s done. For all he continues to do. 

And what kind of man would he be, if he didn’t share that with his best friend? The man that has been there with him every step of the way. The man that has taken him in, that has helped him countless of times. 

Bucky is Steve’s other half. His brother. He has shared with Steve throughout the years, especially when they were teens and Steve never had any prospects of his own. It’s only fair to repay the favor. 

Bucky, like Steve, is currently working on his own little wife, both men wanting to settle down, start families of their own. Steve just happens to be a little ahead of him in the plan. 

So until Bucky can start making moves of him own, Steve is more than willing to share bits of you with him. It’s what Bucky would do if the rolls were reversed. 

Steve is shaken from his train of thought, when he spots his best friend making his way through the gate, a smirk on the brunettes face. 

“Punk.” Bucky pulls Steve into a strong hug. Bucky moved a few states away when the boys got back, wanting to be closer to his sister and her family. But that hasn’t changed his and Steve’s relationship at all.

Steve laughs, clapping Bucky’s shoulder, “Jerk. How was your flight?”

“Good.” Bucky nods, pulling back to walk to the baggage claim, “But I’m as stiff as a board now.”

“Your old back can’t handle those seats?” Steve jokes, earning a glare from his friend, “Shut up, punk.”

“Alright, alright.” Steve concedes, “Let’s go. We got stuff to do.” 

“And a girl to meet.” Bucky smirks, making Steve roll his eyes, “That all you’re excited about, punk? Haven’t seen your best friend in months, ya know.” 

Bucky just scoffs, “Come on Stevie, ya know I’m excited to see ya too.” Before he groans, “But, god, that video in the class room? I’ve been hard for 3 weeks now.” 

Steve laughs, rolling his eyes as he helps put Bucky’s bag in the trunk of his SUV, “We’ll get you sorted out soon, jerk. Just calm down for a few hours will ya? We gotta hit the service first.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Bucky grumbles getting in, “I know how to be good.”

Steve gets in, raising a brow at his friend, “Really?”

Bucky smirks, “Alright, I know how to pretend.” Both men laughing as Steve drives away from the airport. 

Your parents announced to the church about yours and Steve’s courtship that night in church, bringing both of you to the front of the stage for the church to all congratulate you. Steve kept one of his hands on your lower back as the other one shook the hands of the congregation. You both had smiles on your face, and you enjoyed how excited everyone was for the both of you. But you didn’t miss the strained smiles of some of the single women when they would come up, or the way some didn’t even shake your hand, bypassing you entirely. 

Steve noticed too. and the pressure on your back grew each time it happened. Steve knew that would happen, and the blatant disrespect you received from some of the women he would not tolerate from here on out. You were his, and he would not allow his girl to be mistreated. 

After the announcement, when everyone started leaving, Steve turned to your parents, “Would you mind if I stole her away fro a few hours? My best friend is in town, and I wanted her to enjoy dinner with us.” 

Your mother smiled at Steve, “Of course! Both of you have fun.”

“I’ll drop her off later tonight.” Steve nods, shaking your fathers hand before he starts walking you down the aisle towards a brunette man that was waiting by the door. You saw him come in with Steve earlier. He was handsome and tall, much like Steve. He was also built like Steve. Maybe a little shorter, but still well above you. 

Steve sits roughly at 6’6, while this man was about 6’4 or 6’5. Barley any difference between the men, besides the hair colors. This man also has much brighter of a blue in his eyes.

The man is watching you as you walk up to him, a small smirk on his face when you reach him, sticking his hand out, “Bucky, nice to meet you doll.” 

You send him a shy smile back, taking his rough hand in your much softer one, “Nice to meet you.” 

You look up to Steve when you drop Bucky’s hand, who smiles down at you, “Me and Buck go way back. Knew each other since we were kids.” He tells you as he leads you to his car, Bucky getting in behind you as Steve is in the drivers seat. 

He drives to his house, a place you’ve never been. You’ve only ever spent time with him at the church or at the dinner with your parents. But you don’t feel nervous with Steve, especially since you’re courting now. He will be your future husband, should this go the way everyone is expecting it to.

Steve unlocks the door, ushering you in. His house is nice, really nice. Much nicer than your house. You aren’t entirely sure what Steve does as work, but it definitely pays more than what your parents make working for the church. 

You walk around the living room, sitting on the couch gracefully as Steve instructs, as Steve and Bucky head into the kitchen, talking amongst themselves. After a few minutes, both men come into the living room.

“Darling,” Steve gets your attention as he starts putting his jacket back on, “I need to run to the store, grab some stuff for dinner.” 

“Oh, okay.” You frown, thinking he had already gotten everything, considering he invited you here for dinner, “Should I come with you?” 

Steve shakes his head, walking over to you, and kissing your forehead, “It’s alright, little one, I got it.” He smirks down for you, caressing your cheek with his pointer finger, “You’ll be good for Bucky while I’m gone, yeah?” 

You nod your head, “Of course.” You couldn’t imagine being unpleasant towards Bucky, who was Steve’s closest friend.

“Good girl.” Steve praises you, leaning down to kiss your forehead one more time, “Do everything he says, okay?” 

“O-okay.” You nod, looking behind him a Bucky, who was watching the interaction. 

Steve walks to the front door, patting Bucky’s shoulder as he leaves, throwing a, “Have fun you two.” Over his shoulder as the door closes behind him. 

Bucky makes his way to where you’re sat on the couch, smiling at you as he sits down close. His leg and shoulder brushing up against yours. “You know, Steve has told me a lot about you.” 

You feel yourself become a little flustered at the thought that Steve talks about you, not thinking you’re really anything worth talking about, “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky nods, “Has told me lots of stories. He can’t shut about about what an angel you are.”

You smile shyly at him, looking down at your hands in your lap. You like that Steve talks about you. Like that he is so sweet and caring. You feel a soft brush on your cheek as fingers grab your chin, making you look back over to the brunette man. 

“Don’t look away, doll.” He tells you gently, “You’re too pretty not to stare at.” 

You swallow at the endearment, having to focus hard on not looking away again. Your hands fiddling in your lap. Bucky watches you for a few seconds, only making your nerves even more heightened, expecting him to look for a flaw. 

Bucky is Steve’s best friend, what if he doesn’t like you? Would Steve leave you then? And if Steve doesn’t think your worthy, would anyone? 

You finally start to feel like you’re more than your parents daughter, finally have someone with Steve that doesn’t treat you like a child all the time. Talking down to you as if you’re nothing. You don’t want to lose that. 

The hand he has still grasping your chin, moves to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your bottom lip, “You have beautiful lips.” 

“Tha—thank you.” You stutter out. Besides Steve, no one really pays you any compliments, not like this. 

Bucky sighs deeply, “Steve tells me you’re really good at helping him. You like helping, doll?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, “I love helping. Father says that’s what we’re put here to do.” 

Bucky nods at your words, still caressing your bottom lip, “Would you want to help me?” 

“Of course!” You answer quickly. Maybe if you help him, he will like you, and will tell Steve he approves of you. Then Steve will like you even more. 

“Good girl.” Bucky whispers, letting go of your face and drops his hands down to his jeans, unbuckling his belt. You eyes go wide at his actions when he pulls them down, along with his boxers, and his cock hits his abdomen. 

You’ve never seen anyone else but Steve’s, and he told you his is the only one you’re allowed to see, “Uh, Bucky, I—I don’t think—-“

“It’s alright, doll.” Bucky starts lazily stroking his cock as his hardness grows, “Stevie said you could help me.” 

“He did?” You question. 

“Of course he did, doll.” Bucky takes one of your hands from your lap, helping you stroke him instead of himself, “Would I lie to ya? He’s the one that told me what a helper you are. What a good girl you can be.” 

You nod at his words, watching as your hand goes up and down. He’s not as long as Steve, but he is a little thicker. He has more veins than Steve too. Your breathing becomes a little heavier as Bucky lets go of your hand, his finding the back of your head, petting your hair, “Just like that doll, fuck. Go faster.”

You speed up your movements, following his orders. Steve did tell you to listen to him. You feel pressure on the back of your neck as Bucky starts to push you down, “Use your mouth.” 

His voice is a lot harsher and lower, making you think he was upset at you. You open your mouth, sucking on him like a popsicle, like Steve taught you to do. 

Like Steve has you do every week before class, so he’s not nervous. 

“Fucking hell.” Bucky mumbles as he watches you suck him off, “Punk’s got you trained real well.” He throws his head back on the couch, pushing your head down farther. 

You’ve never done it like this for Steve, he’s always standing in front of you, and this angle makes it go down your throat farther. You gag a bit, but unlike when that happens with Steve, Bucky doesn’t pull you away, “You can take it.” 

Bucky lifts his head back up, watching as you fight a little in his hold, but you don’t stop your movements. He knows his girth is a bit wider than Steve’s but your mouth feels so good, he can’t have you stopping now. Bucky needs a little more though. He switches hands, moving his right now onto your head to keep your movements going, as his left one caress your back. 

“Get on your knees, doll.” Bucky orders, “Put them on the couch under you.” 

You do as instructed, finding it a little difficult considering your position, but after you do it, your neck does start to feel better, not at such a weird angle. Of course, this isn’t why Bucky wanted you like this. 

He reaches back, lifting the bottom of your skirt up so he can kneed your ass, making you squeak around him out of surprise. He pushes your head all the way down with his right hand, making you choke a bit as he leaves you there, his pubes brushing against your cheeks. when he lets you continue your movements, his left hand continues to kneed your ass. 

As he starts to get closer to his high, Bucky starts bucking up into your mouth, making you choke on him more. “Fuck, doll.” Bucky groans, “You sound so good chocking on my cock.”

Unlike Steve, Bucky’s words are far more vulgar, making you feel weird.

“Such a little slut, chocking like this, huh?” He questions, fully fucking your throat now, still kneading your ass. He laughs when you try to protest with a shake of your head, his words making you feel bad. The surprise sound you make when his hand connects with your ass hard, vibrates around his cock, making him finish far faster than he wanted to. He keeps your head down on him as he continues to buck into your mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When all of his cum has been emptied, he lets you up, ordering you to swallow it like Steve does. The running mascara and smeared lipstick on your face makes you look throughly fucked, making him half hard again, but he knows not to push it. You’re still new at all of this. Steve only started making you his for about a month and a half now. 

Bucky can’t help but chuckle at how well the blonde already has you trained, in such a short time. Who would have thought Steve was better at this than him?

Bucky wipes the tear tracks on your face, stopping himself from laughing at the small pout you have. He knows it’s because he called you a slut. Steve informed him he’s only ever treated you like a good girl. But Bucky is a little more mean when it comes to these things. 

“You did such a good job, doll.” Bucky smiles at you, “Such a good girl.” 

“Really?” You question, still pouting. You’ve never been called a slut before. You didn’t think you were one either. You’re just helping, right? Steve said this was okay. That this was a good thing. 

Bucky nods at you, reassuringly, “Steve will be really pleased you helped me so well.” 

His words do the desired affect, making you feel more at ease and forgetting the words he said earlier. You did help him and Steve has to be proud of you for helping his best friend. Right?”

As if he knew you two were talking about him, Steve walks through the front door, a few grocery bags in hand. He sets the bags down, walking over to where you and Bucky are. He sends a small, ‘really’, look to Bucky, gesturing to the man that his pants were still down, before turning to you. He kneels down in front of you, wiping the smudges lipstick around your mouth, “Did you two have fun?” 

You shrug your shoulders looking over to Bucky before you look back to Steve. The brunette nods his head, “She helped me out real nice, Stevie.” 

Steve raises his brow at you, “That so?” 

You nod your head but still don’t say anything, wondering if he will be mad. You know he told you to never help anyone out like you help him, but he also told you to listen to Bucky. 

Steve puts your fears to rest though when he smiles at you wide, kissing your forehead, “Good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” Steve reassures you, “Bucky is my best friend. You helping him out means so much to me.” 

“You’re welcome.” You smile at him, feeling good due to the praise, and the fact you did the right thing. 

Steve stands back up, gesturing to the kitchen, “Lets go make some dinner, yeah? Then later you can show Bucky how you help daddy out, too.” 

The official announcement from your parents regarding your and Steve’s courtship, brought lots of cheer and congratulations from many of the church members. But there were a few, mostly the single ladies closer to Steve’s age, that were, less-congralutory about it. Sending you dirty looks and side eye glances. 

Sharon Carter was one of those woman. She was known as the most eligible woman in the church. Everyone, including herself, believed eventually, Sharon and Steve would end up together, considering he was the most eligible bachelor. 

Everyone could see Sharon’s affection for the man and they believed Steve was just taking his time. That he would eventually return the affection. No one expected he would start courting you, a woman, 10 years younger than Sharon, who was younger than Steve herself. 

To say Sharon felt scorned by the unexpected announcement was an understatement. She felt, betrayed and disgusted. 

How could he want  you  over  her ?

But Sharon could not show her discontent with the circumstances. She could not show her jealousy, for then, she would be seen as the bad guy, rather than you. 

You, who stole what was supposed to be hers. 

She never even saw it coming. Never considered you as a threat. But now she realizes her mistake, and she must find a way to right her wrongs. Sharon believes she deserves the attention, all of the attention you are getting. And she will find a way to get Steve. 

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Steve hadn’t felt this nervous in awhile. He knew everything had to be perfect, he wouldn’t settle for less. 

After the week at camp, getting to spend every night with you in his arms, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Having to go back to sleeping alone was the worst and Steve didn’t want to do it anymore, not when he knows what it’s like to sleep next to you now. He didn’t think it could get any better. 

He’s also tired of holding himself back, he wants you. Wants to ravish you. He wants to allow himself to completely take you as hard and rough as he wants without this worry. He used to think he had amazing self control until you came into his life, and now he’s tired of holding himself back. He deserves you. You were made to be his perfect, innocent, beautiful wife, and he was tired of not having all of you, all of the time. 

He’s also exhausted of playing this small town gentleman roll. The nice church guy act is draining, and the moment he has you completely in his clutches, a ring on your hand, your body claimed by his, the faster he can move out of this small town, somewhere new, and can just live without some type of mask on. 

Bucky is close behind him, making leeway with his own girl, and both men are just ready to retire, ready to have that white picket fence, perfect dotting wife, and a couple of kids. The perfect life they’ve always dreamed of having. 

And it will all start with you. 

And it will all start tonight. 

Steve will make sure it’s perfect. You deserve perfect. He loves you, truly. He’s utterly obsessed with you, would stop the world from spinning if you asked him to. He wants everything to be perfect, not because he’s afraid you’ll say no. 

He knows you wouldn’t deny him anything. 

But because he wants to give you the stars. Wants to give you a memory you’ll look back in fondly every time you’re asked to recall it. 

Your parents were thrilled when Steve asked for your hand. He didn’t think he really needed too, he’s played the game well enough to know you’re attached to him, to his will and permission, not your parents. But he still has to wear the mask for a little while longer. 

Just until he has you completely. 

Steve planned everything and knew it would turn out immaculate, until fucking Sharon opened her mouth. 

“Don’t you think this is all a little much?” 

Steve’s patience is wearing thin, mostly because he’s so sexually frustrated. Even with getting to explore and touch your body, he hasn’t been able to have it all, to bury his cock balls deep into your into your untouched cunt like he so desperately needs to. 

Your mother, being the pastor wife she is, insisted to Steve that the church women would help him prepare and set up everything. Her heart was in the right place he supposes, but having Sharon anywhere near him, especially after that mean girl stunt she pulled at the camp, makes his already waring patience, disappear completely. 

“No.” Steve has to physically make his jaw unclench, reminding himself now is not the time to lash out, when other ears are around, “This isn’t even close to being enough, actually. But I need to save something for the wedding and honeymoon.” 

The other women coo we him, admiring his love for you and wanting to do such romantic gestures, but the scowl on Sharon’s face only depends, and Steve knows he’s going to have to do something extreme soon to make sure she doesn’t ruin anything for you when it comes to the big day. 

He won’t allow anyone to ruin you. Only he’s allowed to do that. 

“I think it’s beautiful, Steve.” Your mom pipes up as everyone looks at the set up around the lake. There flower petals lining the ground all the way to the end of the dock, white roses along the railings. Fairy lights align the wall way from the dock to the cabin door. And inside the cabin, is a beautiful diner set up, set for two. Steve picked up the steak dinner from his favorite restaurant before he arrived here to make sure everything was set up exactly as he asked for it to be. 

Steve smiles, “Thank you.” Looking at all the women, “And thank you for helping set everything up.” 

“Of course. We are so happy you’re going to be apart of the family soon.” Your mother pats his shoulder. 

Steve nods, not bothering in telling her he plans on stealing you away from here the moment you say ‘I do’. Theres no need, and even if she knew and wanted to stop it, Steve knows she wouldn’t be able to. 

You became his the moment he laid eyes on you. 

He doesn’t feel nervous as he picks you up from your house, doesn’t feel nervous as you ask him where you’re going for date night, he doesn’t even feel nervous when he finally pulls up to the front of the cabin, perfect timing, the sun starting to set over the water as he leads you down the path of rose petals. 

Your heart starts beating a little faster, knowing something was up the moment Steve answered your questions with a cog smirk or wink. Of course, you could be wrong, Steve is extremely romantic, but the whispers around church revolving your relationship have been growing louder and louder since camp, wedding bells being faintly heard in the air. 

It’s something you’ve been thinking about more of as well. If the courtship you and steve have is meant to grow into a marriage. Everyone says it is, says he’s perfect, and he has been nothing but perfect for you. You’ve never experienced a relationship, never experienced anything other than Steve. And even if there was a part of you that was unsure, a part that was scared of a forever type of ending with him, you would ignore it. 

Steve is perfect. He is everything to you. He listens to you. Talks to you. He adores you. 

And you adore him. 

Which is why the yes slips through your lips before your mind even fully registers the question. 

You would say yes to anything he asked of you. 

Which is why you say yes when Steve asks if you could do him a favor. He’s been so stressed out with planning everything for you, it’s only right you help him. He loves when you help destress him and you love that you get to repay him for everything he does for you. 

So you sit on your knees, just as Steve’s taught you to do, as he stands in front of you, softly caressing your face. You watch as he unbuckles his belt, pulling his slacks down to reveal his hardening cock. 

You take it in your hands, warm and throbbing, just as he’s taught you, moving it up and down as you add small kitten licks. 

Once it’s wet enough, you kiss the tip, before wrapping your lips around him, sucking the sweet and tangy precum into your mouth, just as he’s taught you, Steve groaning heavily above you. 

You remember to look up at him, trying to keep your eyes open as he looks down at you, he’s taught you that he likes it like that, likes watching you, as Steve slowly starts to thrust into your mouth, hands on the side of your head as he goes deeper and deeper down your throat. 

The moans Steve let’s out send tingles down your spine, shock waves to course through your body. Steve is an Adonis of a man, a Greek god sculpted into perfection. He’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you can’t believe you get such a reaction from him. 

Trying to keep your eyes open as his thrusts grow deeper is hard, his hands move from your cheeks to the back of your head, tangling into your hair, pulling and pushing. Your eyes fill with tears, begging to roll down your cheeks as you gag on the girth of Steve’s cock.

“So good. Such a good girl for me.” Steve rasps out, his voice straining from the feel of your throat constricting around him as he fucks it. He knows he should slow down, not be so rough. Your delicate, an angel, someone that needs to be treated with care and love. 

But Steve is pent up from not having you completely, he has to release it somehow before he blows up completely. That, with the knowledge that soon he will get all of you, own all of you, pushes him over the edge, making him fuck your face harder and faster, not caring when your gags get mixed with chocks, or when your tears spill over completely. Not caring that your hair that was done so nicely done for the night, is tangled in his fingers. Not caring when your hands are on his thighs, nails digging into his skin, as he forced your throat to take all of him, over and over. 

“You’re mine, right baby? All mine.” He tells you, not stopping his assault as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge, “Forever mine. Fucking mine.” 

He comes down your throat with a growl and hard thrust, keeping your head pushed down on him as you try and swallow all of his cum. When he finally lets you up, he wipes your tears as you catch your breath. Kneeling down so he’s the same height as you. 

Steve kisses your forehead, grabbing your hand with the beautiful diamond on it, softly caressing his thumb over it, “I’ll love you forever.” He promises, “I can’t wait until your Mrs.Rogers.” 

And you believe him. You’ll always believe him. 

Just like he’s taught you to do. 

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