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Day 1:

Oh Sheriff - Part II

Lee Bodecker x black!female reader

Warnings: 18+ only!!! Contains: smut, racism, reverse racism (?), disapproving parents, wedding, pregnancy, toddler, office sex, semi public sex, daddy kink, I hope that’s it

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“Here you go. ‘Dinosaurs and mammals of the Jurassic Period’,” you recite as you hand the book to the little girl eager to learn more about the newest school subject. You can’t help but smile as she rushes off to a table by the window.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ve lost my book,” a familiar voice drawls from behind you.

“Well, sheriff, the penalty is a $2 fine,” you smile, tucking away a couple books from the go back rack. You know good and well he hasn’t checked out a book since he was a boy.

“Is there any other way to pay that back?” Lee asks wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind. You giggle as his nose brushes against your ear only for him to whisper, “Maybe I can eat you out for a couple of hours. Would that make me even?”

“Lee,” you hiss unable to keep the smile off your face while you try to be upset with him. He’s in his full uniform, taking a break from running calls to harass his favorite librarian.

“Three hours?” He smirks before pulling your skirt up just a fraction of an inch. It was quiet in library. A majority of the kids had gone home. The girl you just found the book for was there with her mother while she used the newspapers to go through the wanted ads. And a group of teenagers were still upstairs studying but that was all.

Leaving you and your sheriff relatively alone among the book laden shelves.

His hand roams up your blouse to cup your breast, pinching the nipple to an erect point through your clothes before gathering a little more of your skirt.

“Four hours and that’s my final offer,” Lee whispers as you suppress a moan. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles and his hand has finally cleared your skirt so a roaming finger can trace your slit. “Missed you today, caramel.” He presses a kiss to your temple then just behind your ear then your jaw, all the spots that make you squirm in his grip.

“You miss me everyday, Lee,” you breathe trying to keep your voice down.

He hums in you ear sending vibrations through your entire body. “Today in particular.” His fingers curl around your underwear and feel the slick gathering in your folds. “Johnson’s planing on proposing to his girl and they’ve been together for a shorter time than us,” he laments as he flicks your clit.

“Wh-what’s stopping you from asking me then?”you ask as Lee presses into your core and curls his fingers into that spot leaving you limp in his arms. He clamps the hand that was fondling your breast around your mouth just in time to catch your moan. “Gotta meet the man you called ‘daddy’ before you met me.” He continues to finger you relentlessly while blocking your moans. He tucks a second finger into you and you feel like you’re about to explode. “Can you set up a meeting for us? Dinner are my place, maybe? God, you know I love to see you looking domestic in my kitchen.” He removes his hand long enough for you to moan out ‘yes, Lee’ a little too loudly. “That feels so good you can’t even contain yourself,” he smiles as you pant against his hand trying to catch your breath but he’s doing things to you that make you feel like you might break. Oh god you’re close! Every limb feels sensitive as you grip Lee’s forearm that’s clamped over your mouth. Your hips thrust against his hand chasing your high begging him in your mind to get you there and soon. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, caramel,” Lee hisses just for him to reach his thumb out and rub another circle into your sensitive bud. You let out a muffled cry as your core finally bursts.

You collapses against the man behind you and he catches you against his chest. “Good girl. So good for me,” he praises while kissing your temple. He pulls his fingers from you and presses them to your now uncovered lips. You suck them off, tasting yourself with a soft groan of satisfaction. He finally spins you in his grasp to kiss you fiercely while you recover from your high. “You’ll call your folks? Tonight?”

You nod numbly, curling into his chest for comfort.

“You want me to come over tonight?” You nod again. “My fingers weren’t enough for you?” You smile.

“They were plenty but I want you.” You hum and press another kiss to his lips.

“I gotta get back to work.” You shake your head ‘no’ making him smile. “You’re gonna make such a pretty little wife. Can’t wait to come home to you every night.” You giggle and kiss him one last time.

“Love you,” you whisper.

“Love you more,” Lee mutters against your lips before pulling away. “Walk me out?” You nod and take his hand. It all became easier once you stopped worrying about how the general population looked upon your relationship. Johnathan’s girl, Nichelle, moved into an apartment in the city center bringing the colored population up to a rousing two. And now it seemed like she was going to be here to stay. You knew she’d say yes. Those two were so cute together. He’d bring her to the station and let her work the radio or take her out in his cruiser when he was on patrol.

You looked to the new couple for validation. Johnathan was just a regular street deputy so he didn’t have to worry about the town’s idea of his relationship. You wished it was that easy.

Must be nice to not have the local population in all of your business.

And you still hadn’t told your family.

They knew you were with someone and it was pretty serious but they didn’t know he was much older than you, or that he was the sheriff, or that he’d been divorced.

And they definitely didn’t know he was white.

You don’t know what they’ll think! It’s never been an issue. You grandma married a man fifteen years her senior and they were happy for years until he passed away. Your cousin was a police officer in Chicago. Your aunt and uncle got divorced but still raised their kids together.

But no one had ever brought home a white person…

You groan internally and try to envision how this conversation will go. ‘I want you to meet my boyfriend. He’s the sheriff and only a couple of years younger than dad. Also he’s white.’

Ugh! You don’t have the energy for this! You find a coloring book of dinosaurs and photocopy a few pages for the little girl currently making roaring noises to her stuffed bear and hand them to her with a box of crayons.

“Oh, thank you!” She cries getting her mom’s attention.

“You’re a life saver,” the woman sighs watching her daughter for a moment. “You know, the sheriff never had kids with his old wife.”

“Yeah?” You whisper knowing full well that she wouldn’t put out enough to make a baby in the first place.

“Her class is always so excited for library day. You do wonders with these kids. You’ll make a good mom.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“And you seem to make him pretty happy. I’ve never seen a man so eager get his girl off with nothing in return.” Your face heats. Oh lord, she saw? She heard? “Don’t worry. It’s our secret.”

“Thank you,” you repeat. “I’ll let you get back to it,” you smile and retreat to the comfort of your desk.

And the prospect of a looming conversation.

You return home to find Lee parked in your driveway, still in uniform, waiting for you with a paper bag on his trunk.

“I brought dinner,” he mumbles around his cigarette.

“You didn’t have to,” you smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to talk.”

“So talk,” you sigh unlocking the front door to be greeted by your cat. You bend down to pick him up while slipping off your shoes and Lee follows suit.

“I feel like I’m putting a lot on you. To tell your parents. To get married. I haven’t really asked how you feel.”

The statement takes you by surprise as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Do you think I want something else? Someone else?” You ask placing the cat at your feet to follow your boyfriend.

“Well, shit. It’s not all that….maybe it is all that. I just want to be sure you want this. You want me.”

“Lee,” you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist comfortably. “I want you. You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted. I’m just a little scared to tell my folks about you.”

“You embarrassed?”

“What do I have to be embarrassed about?” You giggle. “You’re perfect. The perfect gentleman and, god, you can destroy me anytime you want,” you moan making him chuckle. “I’m not embarrassed. Just…worried.”

“I want to be here for you,” Lee sighs, his hands tracing your hips. “No matter what happens, I love you. I’m here for you.” You nod and immediately go to your phone on the wall. Lee wraps his arms around your waist while it rings in your ear. You take a settling breath while he curls himself over you. “My good girl,” he whispers just as the ringing stops.

“Hello?”

“Ma!” You smile recognizing the voice.

“Hi, sweetheart! How’s it going out there?”

“I’m fine but, um, I wanted to ask you guys to come visit. Is pa there?”

“Yeah. Pa! Your baby girl is on the phone! He’s coming. Is this about that boy you’re seeing?”

You worry your bottom lip. “Yeah, kinda,” you trail.

“Hey, baby girl,” your dad greets taking the phone from your mom.

“Hey, pa, um, so I was wondering if you and ma would make a trip up here when you have some time.”

“Of course, of course. Is there a problem?”

“No, I just want you to meet someone.”

“It’s that boy she’s talking to,” you hear your mom in the background.

“You want us to meet your little boyfriend?” You look up at the ‘little boyfriend’ in question and smile.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I want you to meet him. We were talking and he said he’ll host dinner at his place.”

“Well ain’t that sweet? Our little girl is finally settling down,” your dad notes making your face heat. “How’s this weekend?”

You glance back up at Lee and he nods an affirmative. “This weekend’s perfect,” you smile. “The boys coming too?”

“Maybe James but I don’t know about those other two,” your mom says taking over the conversation.

“I just want to know how much to cook for.”

“We’ll get back to you before Friday,” your mom assures you.

“Alright. Thank you. I love you all.”

“We love you, too, baby,” you mom replies.

“We love you, sweetheart,” you dad calls. You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone.

“Was that so hard?” Lee purrs pulling you a little closer. You level a look at him knowing the hard part had yet to come. “Oh don’t give me that face,” he smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “We’re gonna eat then we’re going to fuck and I’m going to take your mind completely off of this.” You lift a skeptical brow at him. “You know I’m good for it.” It was true. He was good at fucking your troubles away.

“I should’ve just told them over the phone,” you muse.

“Call ‘em back then,” Lee sighs and walks over to the table knowing you won’t do it and earning a glare from you. He holds out his hand for you and you instantly go to him. “You won’t do it because you know everything will be fine. Now sit down so we can eat then I can have my dessert.” You suppress a smile before taking the spot across from him.

He stays true to his word and you forget all about it. Until Saturday morning. Until your nerves made you throw up your breakfast. Until you show up at his house with a bag of groceries.

“Caramel, you look like you’re about to have a conniption,” Lee greets taking the bag from you.

“I think I am,” you sigh, stepping out of your heels. “Lee, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Too late. Your parents have probably already packed up the car. Can’t call it off now.” You groan and drop your face into his chest. He was right. Plus you wanted to be his wife. You wanted to be his.

He’s traditional. He wants to respect you and your family. He wants to do this right.

“Come on. I’m going to finish getting the house cleaned up then I’ll come help you.” You nod and make yourself comfortable in the kitchen. It’s easy. Over the couple of months you’ve spent dating, you’d made several meals in this kitchen. Brought over your own supplies and seasonings. It didn’t get much use since Lee’s ex left so it’s yours to do with how you wished. You sigh as you can’t help but think you’d soon start making every meal in this kitchen. You imagine your kitten chasing his toys across the tile while a baby bangs on a pot at your feet.

All you had to do was introduce him to your family first.

You tuck a chicken into the oven just as Lee steps into your borrowed domain.

“How’s it going in here?” He questions wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his face in your neck.

You giggle at his stubble tickling your skin. “Just about to start dessert.”

“Mmmm I know all about that one,” Lee hums into your skin before kissing your neck.

“Do you?” You smile.

“Don’t ask me shit about making a roast or a casserole, but dessert is my specialty. And I’ve got the best ingredient right here.”

“Lee,” you giggle knowing exactly what he’s up to. “I have to finish this.”

“Just a taste, caramel? To hold me over til dinner?” His hands roam up your skirt and press your panties down your hips. You let out a soft whimper as his kisses along your neck get rougher.

“Lee,” you whine. “Help me with this and I’ll be done faster,” you insist.

“Fine,” he groans. “But I’m keeping these.” He bends down to take your panties from around your ankles and twirls them around his finger.

“You’re terrible,” you giggle.

“Your panties say otherwise,” he smirks showing off the trail of slick you left in the crotch of your underwear before tucking them in his pocket. You feel your face heat and you instead focus on your cake. Lee helps measure and stir and soon it’s in the oven next to your chicken.

The second you stand up from placing the pan in the oven, Lee lifts you into his arms sending you into a fit of laughter. “We have some unfinished business to attend to,” he smiles spanking you and placing you on the kitchen counter.

His lips trace the column of your throat. “You brought an extra dress, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sheriff,” you sigh when he grips your thighs.

“Good. This one’s gonna get wrinkled.” He pushes you back across the counter, lifting your legs to have better access to your dripping pussy. His tongue wiggles it’s way between your folds leaving you gasping. You fall back on your elbows and let him eat his fill. He’s so good with that tongue.

The noises he causes you to make should be criminal but he was the law around here. He would know. You bite your lip to stifle a heavy moan but you feel the bite of his hand into your thigh that makes you gasp. “Told you I wanna hear all of it,” Lee grunts into your mound.

“Y-yes, sheriff,” you whimper.

“Good girl.” He presses kisses from your mound to your belly, letting his fingers take his tongue’s place. “So good for me. You wanna let me in, sweet girl?”

You nod widening your legs a little more to allow for his girth. “Want you screaming for me first,” Lee sighs and unbuttons the front of your dress with one hand, exposing your cleavage. You’re too distracted by his wondering hand to notice what he’s doing inside you.

“Eeeh! Lee!” You cry as her works the pads of his fingers against that spot.

“That’s it,” he smirks before pressing a kiss between your breasts. You whimper a string of pleas as he works your insides. He knows your body so well. He found spots in you that you didn’t even know existed and here he was playing you like his favorite instrument.

“MmmmmgnhLee! Lee-ahh! I’m gonna! I’m!” You feel the dam inside you break as you let loose a high pitched scream. “I-I-ahhh!” You pant as he continues to stimulate you through your orgasm. “P-please! Pleaeeee!” You feel something shoot from you that your can’t control.

“I knew you had it in you, caramel,” Lee chuckles and finally removes his fingers slowly but you still feel raw.

“Wha-what did you do?” You gasp pressing yourself up to see your boyfriend.

He shows you his soaked hand before licking a strip from the base of his index and middle finger to their tips. “Made you squirt, my little caramel delight.”

“That came from me?” You cry in embarrassment.

“Sure did. And it’s fucking delicious.” Your face heats as you attempt to shy away but Lee captures your lips in a kiss, undoing his belt buckle and sliding his pants down in a matter of seconds. His penis slips into you so easily that you whine against his lips but he just shushes you.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Gonna fill you up with me, sweet girl. Can’t wait until you’re big and round with my baby.”

“Lee,” you whine at his filthy words. He normally wears condoms but they’ve become so optional lately. Not by choice but you two keep getting caught up in the moment. But once or twice won’t hurt, right?

At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Tell me you don’t want me to knock you up and I’ll stop right now,” he grunts into the bend of your neck.

But you can’t deny him. “Fuck, I want your baby!” You scream.

“That’s what I thought. Gripping the shit out of me. Your body definitely wants my baby!” You whimper at his words and cling to his shoulders desperately on the verge of another orgasm.

“Please, Lee! Please, please, please! Give it to me! Claim me!”

“Whatever you want, caramel,” Lee groans as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. You let loose another high pitched scream as you come around him just in time for his seed to pump into your core. “Fuck,” Lee moans and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You okay?” You nod letting out a shaky exhale. “Want me to pull out?” You shake your head adamantly tugging him closer to you. Lee only lets out a soft laugh and pulls you into his arms. “Let’s go lay down for a minute.” You nod again and let him carry you to the couch.

You jump awake from Lee’s embrace at the sound of buzzing from the kitchen. He still slept soundly under you. He looks so comfortable. You just want to curl back into him but you knew the buzzing would soon wake him up, too. You go to the kitchen to remove your items from the oven and finish up the rest of your meal. You finish mashing potatoes and make sure they’re well seasoned and buttered before waking up your man.

“Lee, honey?” You call over the couch before you go to make room to sit on it’s edge. “Lee?” He lets out a sputtered snore before stretching. “Hey,” you smile, “It’s time to wake up.”

“Anything you want, sweetness,” he yawns. You could just kiss him.

“We need to go change,” you rationalize instead, taking in the state of both your clothes.

“Alright,” he groans. You take his hand and lead him upstairs to his room then attempt to keep your hands to yourself as you change into a new pair of underwear and dress.

“I got you something I was hoping you’d wear tonight,” Lee announces as you attempt to zip yourself up. He stops you and pulls the zipper up your back before draping something around your neck. You touch what feels like jewelry before he releases you to look at it in the mirror. A stunning silver tennis necklace rest around your collar and you almost cry.

“Oh, Lee! It’s beautiful!” You finger the piece for a second before rushing him into a hug. “I love it! You didn’t have to,” you whisper.

“Just something to show your folks I’m serious about you.” And like clockwork you hear a car pull up to the house outside. You stiffen in his arms and he pats your head in return. “Don’t clam up on me now. Moment of truth.” He peeks out the window to see your brother’s Ford. “Looks like your bothers came,” he trails as you rush to make sure your hair and makeup don’t look like all the events of this morning transpired.

“I’d say they’ll try to give you the third degree but I doubt they’ll get passed the front door without cracking.”

“You look beautiful,” Lee insists tugging you to the door. “Come on.”

You follow him downstairs and he opens the door before there’s even a knock to reveal your two brothers.

They look absolutely shocked staring at Lee. A minute of silence passes between the three of them and you can’t help but stand by and watch it play out. “I’m sorry, sir. We’re trying to meet our sister. You wouldn’t happen to know where 1750 Meadowland Ln is?”

Lee smirks in amusement. “You’ve got the right place. This the sister you’re looking for?” He steps aside revealing you and they instantly light up but you can see the gears working in their heads as soon as they register what’s going on.

“He’s white?” John barks at you.

“Told you,” you smirk at Lee. “James. John. This is Lee,” you introduce the men stiffly.

Lee holds out a hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Your sister talks mighty highly of you two.”

“We’ve heard quite a bit about you, too, sir. Not enough, obviously,” James says pointedly at you, always the more mature one of the two, while shaking Lee’s hand.

“Ma and pa are gonna kill you,” John snickers.

You swat his arm and usher them inside. “Take off your shoes. Lee just vacuumed. Where are they anyway? I told them not to bring anything.”

“You know your parents,” John sighs bending down to undo his shoes. “Ma brought biscuits and gravy and pa’s giving your car a check up.”

Lee just laughs and slips on some loafers before tugging you outside.

“Pa, what are you doing?” You laugh seeing your dad waist deep in your car’s hood.

“You getting an oil change every three months like I told you?”

“Changed it myself two weeks ago,” Lee pipes up. Your mother notices him first and almost drops the casserole dish she’s holding as she stares at the man who’s hands are gripping your shoulders.

“This engine block looks spotless,” comes your father’s muffled reply.

“Pa,” you mother pats his back trying to get his attention. She repeats herself. “You should really get out of that car and say ‘hi’ to your daughter.” You father finally dislodges himself for the vehicle, “What could possibly be so important-“ His gaze meets yours, then Lee’s then back to you. A forced smile covers his features before stepping up to the two of you. “You must be Lee. Nice to meet you, son.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

You escape Lee’s grip to take the dish from your mother. “A little warning would’ve been nice,” she mutters to you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You cringe at the statement but take the dish anyway.

She rushes over to greet Lee with a hug. “I’m so excited to finally meet you! It’s nice to put a face to a name.”

Lee tucks her arm in his and leads her to the house leaving you to walk with your father. He gives you an odd look, one that tells you you’re going to have a serious talk later but you just smile up at him. “I’m so happy you’re here. I missed y’all.”

“Missed you, too, sweetpea.” He presses a kiss to your temple.

“How hard did you have to fight to get Johnny here?”

Your dad snorts out a laugh. “John was more curious than anything. Jacob wanted to be here but he’s got a new round of recruits to destroy.” You smirk at your brother’s abuse of authority after his promotion in the army. He spent his whole life as your eldest brother ordering the three of you around and found his perfect fit as a staff sergeant. You doubt he’ll bother to promote.

“Oh, Lee, your home is beautiful,” your mother smiles looking around.

“Why, thank you, ma’am. Let me give you a tour.”

“Call me Jess,” your mom insists calling your father to follow them to the yard. “A pool?” You hear her exclaim making you smile. Your brothers on the other hand follow you to the kitchen.

“I knew this neighborhood was too white,” James grins inspecting your chicken leaving you to slap his hand away after you place your mother’s dish in the oven to reheat it.

“All the neighborhoods are white in Meade,” you sigh handing them each a stack of plates and silverware and showing them to the dinning room.

“But this one is…,” John trails looking out the window to see the neighbors across the street peaking out their window.

“We aren’t in Tennessee. Let’s just say that,” James sighs.

“Well, you’re safe here,” you smile.

“Why? What’s he do?”

“He’s the sheriff.”

“He’s a cop, too?” James gasps. “There’s no way his boss is gonna let you marry him.”

“He’s not a cop,” you correct. “He’s the sheriff.”

“How the fuck did you get in bed with the sheriff?” John hisses.

“Well, being the only black person in Knockemstiff, I got the cops called on me quite a bit. That’s how we met.”

“That’s insane,” John breathes. “He got some kind of thing for black girls?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s sweet, if not a little rough around the edges.”

James glares at you for a moment. “You got some kind of thing for white men?”

Your face heats at the accusation. “No,” you laugh, brushing him off.

“Mmmhmm,” James gives you a drawn out hum.

“You know our sister. She’s always wanted a white knight,” John smirks. “She reads too many fantasy books.”

“For all we know, his grandpa could’ve owned our grandpa.” You frown at James’ words but just focus on the table, straightening the silverware your brothers put down.

“What’s got y’all so quiet in here?” Lee asks, wrapping his arms around your waist as the three older people enter the dinning room.

“Nothing,” you squeak. “Y’all hungry?” Lee hums an affirmative in your ear before pressing a kiss to your neck. “Ma, can you help me with the chicken?”

“Of course, sweetpea.” Your mom follows you to the kitchen. “Lee seems nice,” she reveals once you’re alone. She slices up your chicken with the precision of a professional while you place everything in a matching set of bowls you found in the back of Lee’s cupboards.

“He is nice,” you agree.

“Bit old.” You shrug at the comment that you’ve heard a million times. “He’s been married before?” You nod. “What happened to his last wife?”

“Unreconcilable differences. On her part.”

“Your pa isn’t happy about this one bit,” she informs you.

Your already fried nerves sizzle just a little more at the information. “Please talk to him,” you whisper.

“What makes you think I’ll do that?” Your mother scoffs incredulously.

“I love him.”

“Love does not excuse hundreds of years of history,” she frowns. “He seems to love you, too. It’s all so bizarre, you have to understand that, sweetheart. A white man and a black woman just doesn’t make sense. Now, you are a smart, beautiful girl, you can find someone within your own class.”

You hold back tears at her words, your nose runs, betraying you, forcing you to sniffle to keep yourself in check.

“Do you need a moment to compose yourself?” You nod and your mother leaves the room with the chicken.

Your eyes narrow at her retreating form.

Why was she doing this to you? You thought she’d want you to be happy. You thought all of them wanted you to be happy.

You watch Lee laugh at something James said and greet your mother like she’s carrying a bag of gold. He bites his bottom lip while she serves him a thigh and his gaze lands on you waiting in the door way. He gives you your own private grin making you return it weakly.

Well, that’s it then. You were hoping to share the information for a better occasion but this would have to suffice.

You serve your father first then Lee. “Thank you, caramel apple.” You bend down and place a kiss on his lips.

“Enjoy, handsome,” you mutter against his lips, trying to keep the sadness from tinging your voice.

“Well, you two certainly seem happy,” James smirks.

“We are happy,” you smile and take your spot to Lee’s right.

Lee bends toward you seeing your melancholy face. “What’s going on?” You just shake your head. He lets out a sigh and your father starts saying grace ending any further conversation. The meal is pleasant. The conversation is cordial. There were a lot of questions about Lee’s job, what he does exactly as sheriff.

“I’m basically a glorified complaint box,” Lee jokes. “I don’t have the authority to change much around here but I’m required to respond to them.” You smile up at him. “Ain’t much that goes on in this county. My sister’s death was the biggest scandal we’ve ever had.”

“Oh my! I’m sorry to hear that,” you mother imparts.

“No, she got wrapped up with this piece of shit. Tried to help her but she didn’t want any of that.”

“What happened?” James whispers earning a whack in the arm from John.

“You don’t have to tell us. I’m sorry for my insensitive brother.”

“It’s fine. I don’t even think I told your sister the whole story. She was, uh, picking up hitchhikers with her husband and killing ‘em and, well, doing unmentionable acts with their corpses.” You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand in shock. Why hadn’t he told you this?

“They picked up the wrong one,” Lee continues. “This boy’s a local, actually. He shot ‘em both dead. It was a fucking shit show. Everyday they were pulling bodies out of the river for a month. There are still some unaccounted for. I thought for sure I’d get kicked out of office. But I just handled it by the book. We were hardly close by the time she died so I was able to keep my feelings out of it. Still hard to lose the only family you have left.” You grip his hand, all those tears you had held back for you, fell for him. You press a kiss to his palm before whispering an ‘I love you’. A chorus of ‘sorry’s rolls around the table.

“The folks around here are odd. They do weird shit because they’re in a small town without much oversight. That’s why I kept such a close eye on your daughter. I couldn’t bare for anything to happen to her.”

“We appreciate you for that, Lee,” you father intones. He doesn’t say anything about the boy who lived here before. It does make you wonder if there’s more to that story now that you know a little bit more about this town.

You sniffle softly but attempt to stifle it to keep from drawing attention but of course Lee notices.

“Hey, come here.” He pulls you away from the table.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to your family before following your boyfriend.

Lee leans against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest and levels his gaze at you.

“What’s going on?” You shake your head softly, dropping your gaze to your feet as a tear escapes your control. Lee sighs and pinches your chin so you’ll focus on him, making more tears fall from your eyes. “Oh, caramel. You can’t tell me nothing’s wrong. You’re fucking crying.”

You can’t help but smile softly before failing into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you more. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

You start to shake your head again but think better of it. “They don’t like this. My ma says I should break up with you. My pa isn’t happy. My brothers are skeptical. I just-I don’t know what to do.”

Lee lets out a thoughtful hum while he squeezes you a little tighter. “You know what to do. You know exactly what you want. You just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

He’s right. You sniffle once more and Lee pulls out a handkerchief for you to wipe your nose.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You shake your head. At least not right now. You take a couple of breaths to compose yourself and take him back to the dinning room with your caramel cake.

You both sit back down with four sets of eyes on you while you slice up equal pieces.

“Ma. Pa,” you start as you hand out the slices. “I know you aren’t happy with my choice in partners but I am. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with Lee. He makes me laugh and keeps me safe and comfortable. I don’t plan on leaving him because you don’t approve.” You set a slice of cake in front of Lee and meet his gaze. “Especially since I’m carrying his baby.”

Hell breaks loose around you as your mother bursts into tears and your father begins shouting. John starts laughing and James is in a stunned silence.

But you don’t care about any of it. All of your attention is captured by those glacier blue eyes you fell in love with.

“Caramel apple sugar plum. You better not be lying to me,” Lee warns with a small frown. You knew this would happen so you tug out the doctor’s form from your dress pocket confirming your positive pregnancy test and the estimations for how far along you were. “Six to eight weeks?” He mutters. You nod with a smile. “Good god, you’re having my baby!” You nod again giggling as he pulls you into his arms. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” He repeats while placing kisses across your face.

“I love you. So much,” you whisper between kisses.

You’re perched on the kitchen counter as Lee washes dishes. Your family left for your house hours ago. They didn’t even stay for coffee.

You accept a bowl to dry and let out a soft sigh.

“I guess we haven’t been very careful,” Lee smirks while scrubbing your mother’s casserole dish. You only smile and remember the many times he came in you without protection with the thought that ‘it’s only once. Once won’t get you pregnant’. Until once became once a week.

You stack the dishes on the drying towel next to you and wait for the next one. “I guess we should get married before you start showing.”

“Suddenly worried about appearances?” You joke.

“No bride wants to be pregnant on her wedding day,” he rationalizes. You just hum in response. “Dinner was amazing, by the way. I’m sorry your family couldn’t enjoy it.”

You let out another sigh. “They’ll come around. This will be their first grand baby after all.”

Lee passes you the last utensil and dries his hands while looking out the window above the sink. “The stars look awful pretty tonight. Let’s go look at ‘em.”

“Oh, Lee. I just want to take a shower and go to bed,” you whine.

“Come on, caramel. Just a couple of minutes.” His pale blue eyes plead up at you. You can never say no to him. You place your hands on his shoulders to lift you from the counter and you follow him outside.

The stars do look pretty. You sigh and stand at the edge of the pool watching the moon reflect on the dark water’s surface.

“You happy here, caramel?”

“You know I love this pool,” you smile before looking up at the sky.

“I mean are you happy here, with me?”

You spin to face the man before griping both of his hands. “Oh Lee, of course I’m happy with you. I feel safe and at home with you. I defied my family for you. I love you.”

“I’ve never been as happy as I’ve been with you. I was hoping to do this with your folks here but they don’t seem too pleased with me.” He lets out a soft grunt as he takes a knee in front of you. Yours eyes widen at the action. Men only get on on one knee for one thing…

“Will you do me the honor of keeping me the happiest man on earth by becoming my wife?” He pulls out a small box and tucked inside is a beautiful silver ring.

“Oh my God.” Tears pool in your eyes as you clasp your free hand over your mouth to keep your bottom lip from quivering. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Lee laughs. “Now will you marry me or did I get on the ground from nothing?”

“Yes!” You cry and fall into his arms. “Yes, Lee! A hundred times yes!” Lee lifts you to spin you almost falling into the pool and sending you both into a fit of giggles.

“Give me that hand, caramel,” Lee mutters after setting you down on your feet. He slips the ring on your finger before kissing the back of your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you grin.

“No, I love you more. End of conversation,” he laughs. “Bed?” You nod and follow him back in the house.

You should go home, make sure your parents and brothers are settled in alright. But they know where everything is. And you don’t want to leave Lee’s side. You’ll check on them in the morning. Right now, you just want to curl up with your future husband and think of baby names until you fall asleep rubbing each other’s tummies.

“How’d you hide the morning sickness?” Lee asks suddenly after you tuck your hands under his night shirt reveling in his warmth.

You hum softly in thought. “It hasn’t been too bad actually,” you sigh. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to keep it from you for much longer though. The detergent you use on your uniforms kinda sets it off,” you admit.

“Are you serious? I was all over you last week,” he chuckles.

“And I was so brave,” you giggle. “I think I spent about five minutes dry heaving.”

He spanks you softly. “That’s for keeping secrets.”

“It was a surprise,” you insist taking his hand and putting it back on your stomach. It’s a comforting weight. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care. As long as it’s healthy,” Lee sighs. He reaches under the hem of your borrowed night shirt and places his palm on your bare skin, rubbing small circles around your belly button.

“I want a boy,” you smile shyly.

“Hm? Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Probably because I have so many brothers. I want to raise him to be just like you.”

“He’ll be better than me,” Lee sighs and presses his forehead to yours. “Thank you, caramel.”

“For what?” You whisper cupping his face in your hands.

“For giving me the one thing I’ve always wanted.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you breathe.

“I love you more.”

You were married two weeks later.

It was a bitch to get a license. Even though laws against interracial marriage were deemed unconstitutional, backwards Meade, Ohio had other ideas. You had to get a license all the way to the nation’s capital so you decided to make a pre wedding honeymoon out of it. Well, you’d be married on paper but it doesn’t really count unless it happens in a church. But you enjoyed the time away. You and Lee spent a week practicing calling each other ‘husband and wife’ while touring the hot spots of the east coast. You spent a couple of nights in D.C. then saw the inner harbor in Maryland, you got photos in front of the liberty bell in Philadelphia and ended your tour with two nights in New York City before heading back home for the actual wedding.

It was a small ceremony at your church. All your friends were there and a few of the deputies but your parents refused to join you. Your brothers came though. Jacob gave you away all dressed up in his class As. Eunice made you a two tier white cake and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

And your friends weren’t surprised in the least you discretely told them you were expecting.

“I knew y’all were rushing for a reason,” Cora tutted as they fixed your dress for photos.

“How far along are you?” May whispered with wide eyes, glancing between your face and your stomach.

“About two months now,” you grin excitedly.

“I hope it’s a boy. I want Marcus to have a little playmate,” May continues talking about her own little one.

“Me too!” The four of you giggle.

“You got married just in time. You’ll start showing soon enough,” Eunice sighs. “You’d never find a dress with a belly.”

“No! We got so lucky! They had just your size on the rack,” Cora smiles. “Alright. You look gorgeous. Time to commemorate it for all time.” You grin and hug them before taking your place next to Lee.

His lips quirk into a smile seeing you. “There’s the misses,” he drawls making you smile. Mrs. Bodecker. You still had to practice your new signature but you already had your new name down packed.

Later that evening after all the festivities ended and the sun went down and you drove back to your new to you home, Lee carried you over the threshold of his house to the amusement of your kitten. He batted at your veil and train while Lee carried you upstairs.

You moved all your things in a week ago. You were already pregnant, there’s no point in prolonging the process any further.

“Shoo, pipsqueak. I got business with your momma,” Lee chuckles avoiding the small cat. You smile at their antics and press a kiss to Lee’s cheek.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I’m all yours now. Officially. And before the eyes of God,” you laugh thinking of your official wedding date that was almost two weeks ago now.

“All mine. In every way,” Lee grins and lays you across the bed. “You looked real pretty today but I know you look even prettier without all that white on.” You laugh and sit up so he can help you unbutton your dress. “Much better,” he sighs once there’s a pile of white lace and satin at the end of his bed and you’re left in just a white set of underwear you got for the occasion. “But there’s still a little of white, caramel. I want it all off.” You bite your bottom lip and reach behind you to remove your bra. You hold it out to drop it on the floor. “Getting warmer.” You finally tuck your thumbs into the sides of your garter belt and panties and shimmy them down your hips. “Perfect,” Lee hums and presses you back down on the bed with a kiss. His large hand splays across your stomach. “Is that…?” Lee whispers pulling away slightly to sit back on his heels to run both his hands over your stomach. “Are you starting to show?”

“Am I?” You ask genuinely curious. “Maybe I just ate too much cake,” you laugh.

“Nah. You’re definitely growing a little bump,” he smiles making you giggle. He hums positively and runs his hands up to your breasts to massage your nipples into peaks leaving you squirming under him. “Don’t move,” Lee commands as he pulls away making you chase his lips for more kisses.

He unbuttons his shirt quickly making you bite your lip in anticipation. You watch as he strips showing off his perfect for cuddling body. “Lee,” you whimper in need, wiggling your hips.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Lee smirks as he undoes his dress pants. His swollen cock springs free of his underwear and you’re left practically salivating.

“Need you.”

“Need me, huh?” Lee crawls over you as you spread your legs for him. “That’s rich coming for a woman who I undoubtedly need more.” He nips at your throat before kissing down to your breast. A finger runs along your slit rubbing lightly at your clit and making you squirm. You groan slightly, tossing your head back against the pillows. “You gonna let me in, caramel?” You nod, spreading your legs even further so he’ll touch you more. Connect with you deeper. That’s all you want.

“Please, Lee,” you whisper. His tip rubs against your slit roughly, pushing his way into and bumping your clit along the way leaving you a moaning mess.

“I got you, sweet girl,” he mutters before pulling you into orgasmic bliss with him.

“Look! Who’s that?” You ask your two year old pointing through the open office door. “Is that daddy?”

“Dada!” The toddler screams and runs through the sheriff’s department’s halls.

Lee glances up from his paper work and immediately lights up. “There’s my sweet girl!” He grins getting up to lift the girl high over his head. You can’t help but smile at your daughter’s excitement.

You step up to him just as he places the girl on his hip. “And there’s my sweetest girl,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips. “Missed you today.”

“You miss me everyday,” you giggle and kiss him again.

“Well, I missed you today in particular,” he jokes kissing you again.

“Why what happened today?”

He gives you a haughty look and you know he’s about to mess with you. “Johnson‘s girl brought him lunch today.”

“You are so jealous,” you laugh shaking your head. “Well, I’ll let Nichelle have your next baby.”

You turn away from him playfully but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. “Oh, no, you aren’t.” His large hand rests on your swollen belly rubbing a small tight circle. “I don’t want to see anyone pregnant with my kids but you.”

“Lee,” you giggle softly.

“Besides, I think you brought me more than my kids.”

“Did I? Oh, I think I forgot it at home…”

Lee just hums and plucks the paper bag you brought in from your hand. “Been waiting on this all day, caramel,” he groans while you grin up at him. “Go sit. I don’t want you on your feet too much.” He commands now that he has his food.

“Yes, daddy,” you smirk and take his desk chair.

“Carmella, did you help your momma make this wonderful lunch?”

“Dada!” The girl cries attempting to rip his badge from his shirt. Lee just smiles and lets her. She could murder a man and he’d think it was the most precious thing in the world. You sigh contently as you watch your little family, your hand finding your stomach as you think about how much it’s going to grow.

“Been thinking about looking for a bigger place,” Lee sighs after taking a bite of his pot roast.

“Oh no,” you deny quickly. “I love our house.”

“We’re gonna outgrow it pretty soon.”

“How many babies do you want, Lee?” You laugh.

“As many as you’ll give me, caramel apple.”

“Let’s get through this one before you start trying to get me pregnant again,” you smile.

“Did you at least bring dessert?”

“There’s a ginger snap in there. I gave the rest to the boys when I came in.”

“One?” Lee frowns and you give him a pointed look.

“The doctor said to lower your sugar intake. I want you around to help me raise all these kids.”

Lee just sighs and continues working on his food. Men.

“Hey, Sheriff. Mrs. Sheriff,” the department secretary greets knocking once on the open door. “We’ve got some coloring books in here.” Lee lights up and looks at your daughter.

“You wanna go color, baby girl?” She nods attempts to squirm out of her father’s lap. “Go have fun.”

“And be good. Mind your manners for Ms. Lisa. Thank you!” You bid the secretary as she holds out her hand.

“And close the door on you way out,” Lee calls over his shoulder.

He just watches you for a moment over his desk as Lisa’s heels click away.

“Get up and bend over that desk,” he orders sharply and you quickly obey, wiggling your hips in anticipation. Lee approaches you from behind and lifts your dress over your hips and gives you a harsh spanking to your bare ass. “Such a naughty little thing coming in here with no panties.” You whine softly as Lee circles you. “Looks like you want to be punished.” You nod tightly, biting your bottom lip to keep your voice in check. You hear a belt and a zipper before Lee’s big palms connects to your hips.

“You gonna be a good girl and take your punishment?” You nod again quickly. “And you’re gonna keep quiet?”

“Yes, Lee,” you whisper. And attempt to hump his crotch.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna leave you wanting.” His hard cock teases your folds as you attempt to keep still for him. You need this so bad. If the two of you knew having children would greatly stunt your sex life, you would’ve held out for a few more months.

But you wouldn’t trade Carmella for the world.

You just desperately needed your brains fucked out of you.

And as Lee’s thick head breeches your core, you know you’re about to get your wish.

“Please, Lee. Please please please,” you chant as he bottoms out in you.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Lee groans gripping your hips a little tighter. “Always so tight for me, caramel. Can’t believe a baby came out of here.”

You just whine and try to keep it down to avoid notice from the rest of the department.

You let out a squeak as he thrusts roughly right into that spot.

You don’t how you’re going to stay quiet.

With each thrust the pounding in your ears gets louder and you can’t help but get more vocal.

“Right there! Please, Lee!” You husk into his desk, smothering your face into the dark wood.

“Right there, caramel? Is that where you need daddy?”

“Yes, daddy! Please!” Your needy humping attempting to keep up with his fluid thrust. “So close,” you whimper as the knot inside you gets tighter and tighter. You stand on your toes, gripping the edge of the desk, just to get a little more. That high making you freeze and succumb to your husband’s mercy. “Uh, uh, uh, huh! Huaaaah!” You moan as you come undone. Stars fill you vision as Lee presses against that spot so you can chase your high. Your breaths come in quick huffs as you start to come down.

You already want more.

“You alright?” You nod attempting to catch your breath. “Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans. “Wanna see you,” Lee groans softly and pulls out leaving you feeling so empty. You needed him back inside you.

You quickly turned over, sitting on the desk with your dress bunched around your waist. You aren’t big enough yet to make this position uncomfortable but it still required some contorting.

Lee easily lifted your leg over his shoulder, sliding you to the edge of the desk, and reentering your core. You release a soft sigh as he fills you and buck against his hips for a little more friction.

Your panting sighs fill the room and Lee finds your lips, melding them together as you lean back on your elbows.

“Please, Lee. Need it,” you whimper against his lips. “Please, daddy. Fill me up!”

“Quiet!” Lee hisses, spanking your hip making you squeak in shock and pleasure. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groans into your neck. His thrust become more erratic and faster as your soft whines fill spur him on. That tight knot in your body get tighter and higher just a little faster and harder. Please, please, please.

“Nnngh,” you moan biting your lip as your hips still while Lee finishes inside of you. His warmth spreads across your insides leaving your full and satisfied.

“Fuck,” Lee sighs pressing his forehead against yours while taking deep breaths. “You alright?” He asks, pressing a hand to your swollen stomach.

You nod quickly before falling back on the desk in a comfortable heap. Lee chuckles softly while watching you come down from your high.

“What?” You ask softly closing your eyes against the harsh fluorescent light.

“It’s gonna smell like sex in here for a week,” he discloses making you giggle.

“Shame we can’t do this in our own bed anymore,” you smile.

“And who’s fault is that?”

“I can’t say ‘no’ to that cute, little face. She wants to be close to her momma.” You lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his softening cock out of you. You wait for Lee to wipe you down with a handkerchief but it never happens so you lift up on your elbows to see where he went.

You find your husband studying your dripping pussy and it makes you clench around nothing.

Those bright blue eyes snap up to yours and a smirk spreads across your Lee’s lips.

“You still not satisfied, caramel?” You bite your bottom lip again as his big hand grips your thigh. “One more?” You nod quickly as his finger spread his cum across your swollen lips and dip inside of you to get you off once more.

“Momma!” Your baby cries seeing you as Lee walks you out of the department.

“There’s my baby. What’d you draw?” You ask bending over the desk your daughter took over with crayons and scrap paper.

“Momma, Kitty, me, dada, pony” she says pointing at the individual blobs on the paper.

“Pony?” You laugh and start cleaning up the crayons.

“I took her to see the mounted deputies the other day. Did I tell you she wants a horse?” Lee grins stepping behind you to inspect the image, placing a large hand on the small of your back and sending a shiver down your spine. You should’ve spent a few more minutes in his office. “Mommy and daddy will have to think about a horse, baby,” you explain to the child, giving your husband and side eye as she reaches for Lee to lift her up.

“That’s beautiful, baby,” he grins picking up the girl and the drawing and ignoring you. “I think I’ll hang it up in my office.” He takes her back to his office to find the perfect spot for his new art while you clean up.

“Thanks again, Lisa.”

“Anytime,” she smiles. “I have four. It’s hard to get time alone,” the secretary winks just as your husband returns. He grabs your hand before you can feel too embarrassed by the statement and leads you to your car.

“Alright, sweet girl. I’ll see you when I get home,” he promises the girl as she cuddles into his chest, clinging to him stubbornly. He places her in the back seat with minimal protest before turning to you. “And I’ll see you tonight, my sweetest girl.” You smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you whisper and accept a soft kiss before Lee opens your car door.

“We’re getting her out of our bed this weekend,” Lee promises for the hundredth time which only makes you smile and nod.

“Of course we are, Sheriff.”

“This time, I mean it,” Lee assures you with a stern look. “Drive safe.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” you smile right before he bangs on the hood of your car and you head back to the library to finish your own work day.

Of course Lee attempts once more to get your daughter to sleep in her own room. And once again it ends with her lying in between the two of you, curled up next to your cat. Everyone right where they belong.

Except for the horse.

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Day 2

Luna - prequel

Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!black female reader

Warning: 18+ only!!! Contains: smut, a/b/o content, scenting, light stalking, cheating, canon level violence, that’s all 👀

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Fuck omegas. He was done with them. They were needy and clingy and required far too much work.

Maybe he’d give Sharron another shot. There was nothing wrong with dating another alpha.

Until he wanted to be on top.

Until they had an argument about who was got their way.

Until he left the seat up one fucking time and she acted like it was a war crime.

No. No more alphas.

Maybe a beta. They could be calm and placid. Willing to go along with anything. Always deferring to his superior authority.

Until they had to make a decision about dinner, or paint, or trips, or anything.

He sighed while watching his ex pack up the last of her things and move back to her sister’s house.

Maybe he just needed to be single for a while…

“It’s supoosed to be warm this evening. We can go play ball in the park. How’s that sound, Steve? Steve? Earth to Steven?” Sam called, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Yo!” Bucky clapped bringing the alpha back to the bar they were currently having drinks in.

“What?” Steve grunts blinking at the brunet across from him.

“Ball? Park? Tonight?”

“Fine.”

“Someone’s been a bit spacey lately,” Natasha smirks into her cocktail while giving him a pointed glance.

“Ever since Peggy broke up with him, he’s been so out of it,” Sam sighs shaking his head in pity.

“It was mutual,” Steve mutters. They agreed that this was for the best. He was tired of her acting like an alpha and she was tired of him being an alpha. It was all just fucked. He sighs taking a sip of his own drink. God, when did it get so hot? “Hey! Can I get another?” He asks flagging down a waitress who quickly nods and scampers off.

“This is the third beer you’ve given up on, Stevie,” Bucky sighs. “You need some pussy and you need it fast.”

“I’m taking a break.”

“Well, it’s been long enough. Time to get back out there.”

Steve just groans and buries his face in his hands.

“Go easy on him. Not all of us can move on like you.” Nat runs her fingers through the blond’s locks, pushing it out of his face. “It’s okay to wait. The right one will find you.”

“Easy for you to say,” Steve grumbles into his hands.

“I’ve lived in thirty countries and I didn’t find Bruce until I moved here,” she retorts sharply.

“So, I need to move?”

“So, you need to stop trying to make something happen,” Sam explains.

Steve just heaves another sigh and lets another beer get warm in front of him.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air that pockets in the middle of the city. It was crisp with the promise of fall but still warm enough to not need a sweater. And the moon was so big and beautiful and bright! It was like daylight out despite it being almost 9.

Perfect.

You close your eyes and hold out your arms as a cool evening breeze rushes past you. This was the best time of year. Halloween stuff was already for sale and you got your costume for your best friend’s annual party.

Absolutely nothing could bring you down.

“Oof!”

Except the wind being knocked out of you. You felt like you just got punched but whatever it was large and round.

You fall butt first to the grass below you gripping whatever hit you square in the stomach.

Tears spring from your eyes before you can even register what is happening.

“Shit!” You hear a distant voice and foot falls against the grass. “Are you okay? That was all my fault!” A deep voice explains while you attempted to access if you were dying.

“You idiot! Why’d you throw that so hard?” A female voice joins the other. “She looks really hurt.” The circular thing is removed from your grip and a hand feels your abdomen.

“Hey, can you talk? Do you need an ambulance?” The softer female voice asks and you instantly take comfort in her and open your eyes. A gorgeous red head swims into view and you cling to her like your life depends on it. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Just sit here for a second,” she soothes, rubbing circles across your back.

“Bucky did you try to kill someone again?” Another deep voice joins the couple.

“I was trying to kill you!” The first masculine voice snaps which leads to incomprehensible bickering.

God, you didn’t mean to cause this much of a commotion. But it really hurts.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling away from the strangers.

“This isn’t your fault at all. It was all my idiot friends’ who decided to play football in the dark.” The red head rolls her eyes before giving you a once over. “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” you mutter touching your stomach. You didn’t feel anything wrong externally at least. “Just knocked the wind out of me.”

“I’ll stay with you for a while just in case,” she assures you. “I’m Natasha.”

You nod and open your mouth to introduce yourself but you’re interrupted. “Hey! I thought we were playing a game!” A tall blond crests a hill and instantly meets your gaze. Thick muscles strain against his polo as he runs a hand through his perfectly done hair. His blue eyes bore into you from so far away but he feels like he’s right in front of you.

Perfect

There you were, huddled on the grass with the moon haloing your head like an angel. Your short skirt bunched around your thighs as you curled against his best friend. Unshed tears shone in your eyes and he instantly wanted to make it all better. He can practically feel the sparks flying around the two of you.

Perfect.

“Wha-what happened?” He stutters, never letting you out his sight.

He’s never once stuttered in his life.

“Bucky tried to add another victim to his list.”

“I didn’t not! Fuck you, Sam!”

But the blond ignores all of it. He stops right in front of you and kneels to assess the situation. “Are you alright?” You nod. He extends his hand and you quickly take it.

Oh. Shit.

You can feel the electricity sparking off of him as his ocean eyes stare into yours.

You could swim in them. You want to swim in them. You want them to never let you go. You never want him to let you go.

You feel like you’ve been staring a little too long but why would you stop?

“Maybe you should ask her to get some coffee,” Natasha prompts.

“Yeah,” you both answer before he blinks and knocks you out of your trance.

“I mean, do you want to get some coffee?” He actually asks you.

“Yeah,” you sigh again before remembering yourself. “I mean, no! No! I can’t I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.”

Steve’s world crashes around him at those words.

“A boyfriend?” His eyes narrow are he repeats the words like they taste like vinegar.

You nod adamantly thinking of the man who you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Until you met the man before you.

No! Temptations come and go! You need to be strong. You can’t just be the typical omega fleeting from alpha to alpha until one ties you down.

“Who’s this boyfriend?” Steve growls.

“Hey, calm down. We don’t even know her name,” Natasha mediates, placing a hand on Steve’s chest to back off. “This is Steve, and Sam, and Bucky.” Natasha rattles off pointing at the respective men. You introduce yourself calmly, smiling tentatively at the group.

“I’m sorry again for that,” Bucky repeats sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I feel better already,” you assure him and let Natasha help you stand. “Um, I should go,” you mutter. “I’m sorry again to get in the middle of your game.”

“Stop apologizing. It was our fault,” Sam insists. “It was nice to meet you. Hopefully we’ll see you around.” You smile and nod and wave as you walk away but you can’t help but feel a lingering gaze on you as you head back to the subway station. You can’t shake it. So you turn and catch Steve continuing to watch you as you walk away.

Your gaze meets once more and you whimper, longing for his touch again. To stare into those beautiful eyes. God, his hands would feel amazing on your body. Squeezing your breasts, spanking you, holding your thighs apart while he-

Your phone vibrates in your pocket interrupting your horny thoughts.

“Lee!” You smile answering your boyfriend’s call.

“Hey, baby. How you holding up?”

“Um, I’m fine?” You laugh, not sure how to answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a weird day.”

“Hmmm,” Lee hums on the other end. “Well, get home so I know you’re safe.”

“You’re not-“

“No, baby, gotta work late again.”

“Oh,” you frown.

“I know. I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you? Take you to a nice dinner this weekend?” You didn’t really want dinner. You wanted your boyfriend.

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Cheer up. Someone’s gotta pay the mortgage. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You hang up much more melancholy than you started. It’s been like this for months. You wished you could just move somewhere cheaper so he wouldn’t have to work like this.

But he took care of all the finances. You weren’t really in a position to argue about it.

You wish he had time to play football in the park with his friends…

You turn back to where the quartet were holding their game and find Bucky and Sam tossing their football back and forth, Natasha laying back in the grass watching them.

And Steve, leaning against a tree, staring back at you.

Waiting for you to turn back.

But you can’t.

You happily place a plate of food in front of Lee after spending the day making his favorite pot roast and German chocolate cake.

“Thank you, baby,” he sighs and accepts a kiss to his stubbled cheek. You smile and inhale his content scent and frown. Leather and sandalwood and…berries?

You started smelling it on him months ago but it was faint you could hardly detect it.

But today…

Maybe your nose was off. You spent so much time in the kitchen you were just smelling things.

“This looks delicious but carrots?”

“I thought you liked carrots?” He grips your thigh under the table before digging into his food. You sigh softly before picking at your own plate.

“Tastes even better than it looks. No carrots next time.”

“I’ll do better but I’m glad you like it,” you whisper. You thought he liked carrots.

Your phone buzzes next to you and you glance down to unlock it.

Hey! We’re going out for Sam’s birthday Saturday. Howling’ Commandos at 6?

You smile at the text. Natasha was quick to find you on Instagram after your run in. She claimed it was to make sure you were okay.

But you knew it was for Steve.

This was the third event she’d invited you to and this was the third time you’d have to turn her down.

If you keep the temptation away, you won’t be tempted.

Besides, you and Lee were going to the movies.

As long as he wasn’t stuck at work for the evening. He had a lot of nights to make up for.

A lot of nights imaging Steve’s big arms wrapped around your middle. A lot of time pretending to be asleep while you had visions of Steve thrusting into you, marking you, claiming you. A lot of time rubbing your clit while chewing your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet while images of a tall blond dance in your head.

But Lee promised you this time.

Promised to spend more time with you. Promised to fuck you more.

Promised to love your more.

You smile up at your boyfriend before finally getting into your food.

And then Saturday came.

You spent all day getting dolled up. Got new lingerie in his favorite color to surprise him when he got home. Put on his favorite perfume so maybe he’d be more enticed to touch you.

And then your phone vibrates.

You’re gonna hate me but I’m stuck at the office again-

You toss your phone at the bed before you can even finish reading the words.

You cry in frustration as tears sting your eyes. You do hate him! You hate him so fucking much! He’s probably out fucking some other bitch because he’s tired of you.

And you’re tired of him.

So tired of being the perfect housewife to a man that won’t even marry you. Let alone mate you. Tired of cooking and cleaning and keeping up appearances for someone who hasn’t touched you in months.

Just tired.

You let out a soft sob, falling onto the bed to bury your face in your knees.

You hate this so much.

Quiet tears fall from your eyes.

You snag your phone and price out flights back home. You don’t have any money. You don’t even have a job. Lee’s always taken care of you. You don’t have anywhere else you can go besides back home.

Then your phone pings with a reminder:

It will take you 30 mins to get to Howlin’ Commandos if you leave now.

What?

Sam’s birthday! You thought you told her no but you go back to your messages to see you never replied.

Should I bring anything? You reply and the little typing bubble appear shockingly fast.

Nope. Just yourself

Thirty minutes later, you stand in front of a trendy gastro pub with people pouring in and out. You touched up your make up and put everything you cared about in a duffel bag under your bed before heading out of the life you’d become so accustomed to.

“Um, hi. I’m here for, uh, Sam Wilson’s party?” You ask the hostess but before she can respond a familiar voice calls your name.

“You made it?” Bucky laughs approaching you from the bar. “You have no idea how happy Steve is going to be to see you.”

“Oh! Um, I just-“ but you don’t get a chance to finish your explanation as to why you’re there when he sees Nat looking expectantly out the pub’s windows.

“Nat! She’s here!”

The red head gives you a relieved look and hugs you in greeting. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you. Steve won’t shut up about you.”

“Is this ‘luna’?” A dark haired beta with glasses asks approaching the red head and placing a hand on her lower back.

“Sure is,” Nat laughs. “This is my fiancé, Bruce. Come on. We have a private room.” You follow them to a sparsely decorated area with low tables and fluffy couches.

“Guys! You shouldn’t have!” Sam laughs seeing you. “This is probably the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for. How you doing, girl?” He greets pulling you into a light hug. “Please tell me you ditched that boyfriend of yours.”

“I-“

“Luna?” Just his voice sends a shiver of want through you. There are so many people in this little back room but they all disappear leaving you and Steve.

You step up to him and he cups your face in his big hands. You nuzzle into his touch and he smiles.

He takes in a long awaited smell of you and shutters in pleasure. But there’s something else…

“You’re still with him?” You open your mouth to respond but Steve presses a finger to your lips. “Forget about him. Just for tonight.”

The request gives you pause. You’ve never imagined yourself cheating on Lee. You’ve always been a very loyal person. The perfect omega.

But you couldn’t fight this anymore.

You nod and smile and let him lead you to the bar for a drink.

You order a cocktail and Steve gets a beer.

“I can’t lie. I’ve been stalking you since Nat found your Insta.” You giggle. You can’t help but be a little flattered.

“And? What’d you find out?”

“You went to a state school, you love foxes and monkeys for some reason, you spend a lot of time cooking. It looks like you’re an amazing cook.”

“I studied food science,” you whisper.

“You’re shitting me?” Steve laughs. “I love food!” You can’t help the laugh that burst from you at his comment.

“Well, you seem to know all there is to know about me. What about you?”

“Served for 15 years, went back to school to be a commercial pilot, hated it and became an artist.”

“An artist?” You would’ve never guessed it from looking at this big, muscular, put together, alpha.

“I’ve got some surprises, too,” he smirks and tucks a wild braid behind your ear but his hand doesn’t leave the side of your face. “I’m glad you decided to come out, luna.”

“Luna?” You ask closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

“That night we met, there was a full moon. I thought it was a sign.” You just hum and take a sip of your cocktail. Steve’s hand grips your thigh and you instantly feel a shutter run right up to your core.

He takes another deep breath of you before smirking.

Can he smell that, too?

You instantly shy away, hiding behind your glass.

“How’s it going over here, lovebirds?” Bucky grins waving down the bartender.

“We’re not-“ you start but give up when Steve’s hand creeps higher up your thigh and a new wave a slick soaks your panties. “Never mind,” you laugh.

“They brought out food if you’re hungry,” Bucky informs you and orders another beer.

“Food?” Steve asks, his fingers inching higher to brush the hem of your short skirt. You nod just to be released from his searing touch but he doesn’t let go. He keeps a hand at the small of your back, he grips your waist, he holds your hand.

He treats you like you’re his.

You want to be his.

You think your breaking point is when he pulls you into his lap on one of the low couches. The party’s in full swing at this point. No one is paying attention to you. They’ve either partnered up and are dancing or eating in groups. Laughing, chatting, enjoying themselves. It’s easy to fit in with this group. They’re nice. You’re comfortable.

But you still have a boyfriend.

“Hey, I told you to forget about him,” Steve insists, directing your gaze to meet his when that sad look crosses your features again.

“But I-“

“Why did you come out tonight?” Steve finally asks, one hand explores your hip while the other grips your waist.

“I-I…” I want to be with you? I can’t stay with him any longer? I need you? “I can’t get you out of my mind,” you breathe. Your fingers spray across his chest. So many muscles. He feels like he can protect you so much more than Lee. Like he would protect you from anything. You finally hazard to scent him. Spicy and fresh. Like fall.

You love it.

“Can I ask you something?” The hand on your hip cups your cheek, holding your attention. “When you met him, did you feel anything?”

Did you? You were so young then. He was still in the academy and you were still deciding where to go to school. You remember your parents loving him. You remember him being a safe choice. You remember your father telling you to behave for him because he was a good man. You remember your mother telling you that not every mating was for love. You remember a lot of broken promises.

But you don’t remember feeling anything.

A tear slips from your eyes but Steve is right there to catch it. He kisses it away.

And then he kisses you.

Oh God, does he kiss you.

You moan against his lips as he presses with just the right amount of pressure, cupping the back of your head to support your neck, gripping your waist to pull you closer.

You want to be closer.

Your hands grip his shoulders, holding him closer, feeling those corded muscles relax under your touch.

He pulls away only once you start gasping for air leaving you to chase his lips.

“What do I have to do to have you?”

You just shake your head and laugh in frustration. Lee probably wouldn’t let you go without a fight.

But you would happily leave him for Steve.

“You can have me.”

“And the boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?” Steve chuckles and you press another kiss to his lips.

“I am so good,” Natasha sighs watching you and Steve make out like no one else exists.

“All you did was get them in a room together. Their hormones did the rest,” Sam laughs squeezing her shoulders.

“More than you two did,” she smirks at the two alphas flanking her.

“When are you going to find me a date?” Sam asks.

“Ask Bucky. He’s gotta try to kill ‘em first.”

“I didn’t fucking-agh! Whatever!” Bucky groans in frustration, throwing his hands in the air.

“He did try to kill me, didn’t he?” Bruce laughs, wrapping his arms around Natasha’s waist.

“I hate you guys,” Bucky grumbles crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“And we love you,” Sam grins pinching his cheek leaving Bucky to swat him off.

“I’ll take you home,” Steve offers much later that evening after you’ve had far more to drink than you should have but you were having so much fun. More fun than you’d had in years.

But the last place you wanted to go was home.

Steve was quick to sense the change in your demeanor.

“Can you go home?” He asks rubbing his thumb over the back over your hand.

“I don’t know,” you whisper thinking back to your duffle under the bed. Lee would come home expecting his dinner and you weren’t there. Then again, he hadn’t texted or called.

Maybe he was still at work…

But you couldn’t see him like this, smelling like another alpha. Steve’s scent would linger on you for days no matter how hard you scrubbed.

“You can stay with me,” Steve offers so easily.

“What? No, no, I can’t impose upon you like that.”

“Of course you can. I’m going to mate you the second you go into heat. Might as well get a head start.” You’ve never met someone so sure of themselves. He wants you. No one else.

Lee would never say that.

“Do you need to pick up some stuff? Toothpaste? Moisturizer? There’s a Walgreens on the way to my place,” he offers.

“C-can I stop by home and just get my stuff?”

“Are you sure?”

“To be honest, I kind of planned on leaving after today. Going back to my parents. Lee would kill me if he knew I was out this late with another alpha.”

“Then there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back there alone,” Steve sighs just as the valet drops off a blue Bugatti. He opens both doors and drops the keys in Steve’s hand. “Come on. We can talk on the way.”

“This is you?” You ask skeptically.

“Yes,” Steve laughs, tugging you along.

“I thought you were an artist.” You thought they struggled.

“I put out some pretty stand out pieces when I started out. I’ve done well for myself,” smirks.

Wow. And you thought Lee’s Cadillac was fancy.

“I’ll show you the Phantom when we get to my place,” Steve promises as you take a seat in the low vehicle and he closes the door after you.

You’re close to tears as you recount the moments since you met Steve a month ago. The neglect and the yearning all come back to the forefront of your mind by the time you pull up to the place you’ve called home for the past 5 years.

Lee normally parked his patrol car in the driveway but it was empty leading you to believe he still wasn’t home.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with,” Steve sighs eyeing the house with detest.

“You’re coming, too?”

“What if he comes home?”

He’s got a point. You unlock the door and lead him into the dark house.

“He’s a cop?” Steve asks seeing the photo of the two of you from when he got sworn in at the entry way.

“Yeah. Well, a commander now,” you call from the stairs as you run up to get your bag. “Okay. I’m ready,” you huff from the run and attempt to tug Steve back out the door when you hear a very familiar car honk outside. “Shit,” you whisper.

“A commander? And he’s working all these late hours?”

“Steve, not now! If we go through the back, he won’t see us.” You attempt to tug his hand but he doesn’t budge.

“Luna, he’s cheating on you.”

He says it so simply. You’ve suspected it but you could never say it out loud. Tears start to form in your eyes again just as the front door opens.

You’re pretty sure you’re having a panic attack as you gasp for air seeing Lee’s silhouette fill the door frame.

Then their eyes meet and you feel like you’ll pass out.

Lee glances between you and the stranger before placing his hands on his hips. “The fuck are you?”

“Steve Rogers,” Steve frowns at the opposition staring him down. “I’m taking her with me and you’re staying the hell away from her.”

“Fine,” Lee scoffs. “She’s fucking worthless. Not even a good screw. I would’ve broken up with her months ago but she’s so fucking pathetic-“

“Enough,” Steve barks. “As long as we have an understanding.”

“I took care of you. And you think I’m worthless?” You whisper. “I made all of your favorite meals, I kept your house clean, I took your car in for services. That didn’t mean anything?”

“Oh, baby doll-“

“Don’t ‘baby doll’ me, Lee!” You snap. “Don’t…please.”

“‘Please’?” Lee laughs. “And that’s why I call her pathetic. Can’t stick up for herself against an ant. I hope you know what you’re getting into with her. Saddest omega bitch I’ve ever met.” He’s never spoken like this to you.

“Can we leave?” You beg.

Steve gives him a disapproving once over. “Apologize to her.”

“No, please. It’s fine. Let’s just go?” But Steve continues to stand his ground making you more scared of Lee’s retaliation.

“See? She said it’s fine. Steve, right? Trust me, you don’t want her. I’ll send her back to her folks and we’ll call it a day.”

“I told you to apologize,” Steve says simply. “I won’t ask again.”

Lee’s gaze lands on you with a scowl. “You wanna run off with some new blond bimbo? Go ahead. Get the fuck out of my house. But I promise you, no one’s going to take care of you like I did. No one’s going to let you fuck off at home while he works all day. Jack off to another man. Moan his name in your sleep.”

“What about you?” You cry finally finding your voice again. “What about coming home every night smelling like another woman? What about leaving me alone every day? What about all the promised dates and trips that never happened? What about that, Lee?”

“Oh, shut up, you whiny little bitch.”

Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. “I warned you.” It all happens so fast. One second Lee is standing in the doorway, the next he’s on the floor holding his cheek. You let out soft cry covering you mouth with your hands. Steve stands over him, bending down to his level, as calm as ever. “You wanna apologize now?”

“Fuck you,” Lee spits, his fiery gaze turning on you once more. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I even asked you out in the first place.”

“Please, Steve,” you whimper.

“Pathetic excuse for an alpha,” Steve growls. “Come on.” He shoulders your duffle bag and leads you back out to his car.

“Spoiled little bitch,” Lee barks at you as Steve leads you past him.

That’s it!

You round back on him and slap his other cheek with everything you have.

“I’m not a bitch! And I deserve better.”

“That’s my girl, luna,” Steve laughs. “Come on. Let’s go home.” You nod and take his hand and let him lead you out of this terrible life.

“Date night!” Steve announces in a comedically deep voice as he steps into your room.

“Date night!” You giggle spinning for him.

“You look amazing.” You glance away shyly at his words. “You know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right? My little moon goddess. My perfect girl.”

“Stevie,” you laugh.

“Come here.” He pinches your chin and pulls you into a deep kiss that makes you feel a little feint. His big hand grips your ass before spanking it and making you squirm in his grip.

It’s been about a month since you moved in with Steve. You got your own room in his massive home. He has a maid and a chef. You never have to lift a finger if you don’t want to. It feels a little wrong but he just reminds you that this was his life before he met you and you should reap the benefits. You still find yourself making him meals every once in a while and shadowing his chef in the kitchen and learning things from him you never learned in school.

It was nice. Peaceful. Fun.

And Steve never pressured you into anything. He understood that suddenly moving into a brand new situation after being in one place for so long was stressful. He gave you space but always made himself available. It took about a week but you finally wondered into his room late one evening just to talk. You ended up falling asleep in his bed and it started a bit of a ritual. One of you would go to the other’s room at night just to talk and cuddle, discuss your day, share your dreams and goals.

One evening Steve asked if you’d like to go bowling after you told him you’ve never been. It was the start of regular date nights. Sometimes you’d go on picnics at the pier or in the park. Sometimes he’d take you to fancy high end restaurants. And sometimes you’d just hang out at Sam and Bucky’s place with Natasha and Bruce and play video games.

But tonight was special. You were finally ready. You didn’t stop taking your suppressants yet but you were ready to get serious. It was a full moon and Steve was taking you to the park where you first met because it ‘felt right’. That’s all you know, though. He had it all planned out. He told you to wear something nice and warm and that was it.

“God, I don’t wanna leave the house. I just wanna keep kissing you.” You giggle and reach up to card his fingers through his hair. He purrs at your touch, surprising you. An alpha has never purred for you. You chirp happily in response. This was the first time you’ve ever chirped for an alpha. “We gotta go. I can’t be trusted alone with you.” You laugh as he tugs you from the room.

When your Uber arrives at the park, there’s a horse drawn carriage waiting for you.

“Stevie!” You gasp seeing the white horses. “They’re beautiful!”

“Only the best for my luna,” Steve insists.

This is amazing. You’ve seen these horse drawn carriages riding around the park with happy couples before but you’ve never had the chance to enjoy one yourself. You don’t even remember telling Steve about this.

“How did you know?”

Steve laughs and helps you into the carriage and gets you settled under a thick wool blanket. “You were half asleep one night and I asked you what your dream date would be. You told me a moonlit carriage ride through the park then a roller coaster ride and a giant cotton candy. I’m sorry the theme park is closed for the winter but I did manage to get some cotton candy.” He pulls out a large confection box full of colorful cotton candy.

“Steve!” You cry and press kisses across his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Steve laughs and kisses you back. “That’s all I wanted to hear. I love you so, so much. I just want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Steve grins and rests his forehead against yours. His noes brushes yours, nudging your face just enough to brush his lips against yours. Your fingers find his thigh beneath the blanket, pressing yourself up to get closer, to feel him more. You just want more. Maybe you shouldn’t have even left home. His big hands grip your waist, feeling your body, squeezing you so perfectly.

“I had a whole dinner planned but I just want to get you back home,” Steve mutters against your lips. You can only moan in response as his kisses travel down your jaw to nibble on your throat.

“Let’s get it to go,” you suggest and he growls in delight.

Your food is forgotten on the kitchen counter. No one even bothered to turn the lights on. The two of you went straight to Steve’s room to rip each other’s clothes off.

“You’re really big,” you laugh nervously when Steve reveals his giant leaking cock. His big hands travel up your naked body to cover you in him.

“It’ll fit,” he murmurs sucking kisses along the curve of your breast. You can’t help but agree when he’s making you feel so good.

Then you feel his finger connect with your clit making you cry out and buck against him. “That sensitive?” He chuckles. “God, you haven’t been touched in far too long.” His fingers grind against you and you’re sure you’ll cum in seconds. “You know, luna, I’m fucking starving. Famished. And I pretty sure there’s only one thing that can satisfy me.”

You open your mouth to suggest the two of you go back downstairs to eat but then you feel him.

“Steve!” You scream looking down to see his lips latched around your clit. Oh God, oh God, oh God, please, please, “Please, Stevie!” You whine already that close. Already feeling that knot inside you start to fray. His blue eyes connect with yours and it’s like he’s telling you he’s going to get you there.

Like it’s his entire life’s mission to pleasure you.

Your brow furrows trying to hold it back but you aren’t strong enough. Your core finally releases but he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking until you feel raw and whiny and like something else is ready to burst out and fuck! You scream Steve’s name as you claw at the sheets so hard they tear under your nails.

“Good girl. Squirting so much for your alpha,” he coos, taking little licks of your core. Your breaths are shaky as he bumps your clit a couple of times with his nose, just to make sure you're completely under his control. To make sure you’re overstimulated and susceptible to his touch.

His kisses and licks follow the curve of your stomach back up to your nipples and your collarbone.

“I need in you,” he husks into you skin. His spicy scent getting more and more heady every second. Like fire and fresh rain. You’re already addicted to it.

You need it on you. In you. You need every alpha to know you’re his.

“Please fuck me, alpha,” you breathe. “Need you.”

“I’m right here. Gonna give it to you, luna.” He presses his lips to yours, nipping at you bottom lip, forcing you to gasp and open your mouth for him. His tongue tastes yours, licking the flavor of your core against your taste buds.

“Open up for me,” Steve mumbles into you mouth pressing a hand against your inner thigh. You spread your legs as much as you can to allow for his girth but he presses them a little wider before you feel his swollen head probe your slit. You steel yourself for the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching before he can even get inside of you.

“Hey. Look at me.” You slowly open your eyes to stare in those deep pools. “I need you to relax for me. Breathe.” You listen and take a deep breath. “One more,” Steve encourages and half way through your inhale, he spears into you. You gasp sharply and let out a soft whine. Your nails claw at his hip and shoulder for anything to anchor you. “Luna. Did I tell you to stop looking at me?” He scolds

“N-no,” you whimper as you force yourself to look at him once more.

He pulls out a little and thrusts deeper making you cry out again but you wanna be his good girl so you keep watching him. Another deeper thrust has your pussy fluttering as it’s stretched beyond anything you’ve felt before.

“You’re doing so good for me, luna. So perfect,” Steve assures you. He groans softly, pushing your body that little bit further. You were so tight. So perfect. All the little moans and whines you were making were music to his ears. He presses his forehead to yours as he works his large cock into your tight core.

“Fuck,” he finally groans when he bottoms out. The whimpers you're making are making him lose control but he has to get you used to him first. He has to let you adjust. You're so small and vulnerable and perfect. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

But he has to make sure you can handle him.

“Calm down, luna. Relax for me. You’re squeezing the shit out of me. I need you to be comfortable.”

You nod, at least you think you nod, and take deep breaths but he’s so big and he’s taking up so much space inside of you.

“You wanna scream? You wanna cry? If you think it’ll help, go ahead.” You laugh despite everything making him smile and press a kiss to your lips and your cheeks and your nose while tickling your side making you giggle. “There you go. Good girl. So fucking good for me,” he grunts rocking his hips against yours and your laughter quickly turns into moans. Your legs hook around his hips, trapping him, keeping him close. He feels so good inside you, so heavy, so right.

Your hips rut into his, chasing the high that felt so close.

Then he grips your hips and changes angles hitting something deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

You let out a feral scream arching off the bed. “There it is,” Steve smirks against you throat, nose nuzzling your scent gland as he takes unabashed whiff of you. “Fuck, you smell good,” he groans and lifts your hips a little higher, grinding into that spot. Your vision starts to get spotty as the knot inside you gets higher and tighter. “No more suppressants, little moon. I want you. All of you,” Steve instructs. “I want to mark you. Claim you. Fill you with my pups. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful round with my babies.”

“Yes, Steve! Yes!” You cry at his words and his movements. It’s all so much. “Make me yours, alpha! Please! I need it!” You beg, tears starting to sting your eyes as you cling to him. “So close, so so close,” you chant into his shoulder.

“You’re mine, omega!”

“Yes! I’m yours! Alpha! Please! I’m yours!” Anything to get there. Anything.

“Hhhhaaaaa!” You gasp as you cum around him and his strokes slow to a gentle wave letting you ride out your high.

“Alpha, Stevie, please,” you whimper as your hip jerk sporadically against his as you start to come down.

“You’re alright, little omega,” he assures you, brushing your braids from your face. “Relax. That was a big one.” You nod attempting to lie back on the pillows.

“You need a break?” Steve smirks resting his elbows around your head to hold up his weight.

“No!” You shake your head adamantly. “You haven’t-haven’t…”

“I haven’t cum?”

You nod shyly meeting his beautiful eyes once more.

“Oh, luna. My sweet little luna.” He glances down quickly at your lips before pressing a quick kiss to them. “We have all night.”

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It’s my birthday!

I’m celebrating it by celebrating you! I want to thank everyone who got me 400 followers by giving you a week of fics! Some stand alone, some sequels, some that have been asked for, and my favorite, some no one asked for 😈

This September 18th to 24th, I’ll be posting a new fic everyday!

Please stop by, spread the word, drop your predictions in the bucket, and please don’t hesitate to send me a line. I’m always willing to write some blurbs and drabbles. Follow the tag #Nar’s400FollowerBirthdayCelebration to stay up to date

The lineup:

September 18th: Caramel Part II - Lee Bodecker x black reader

September 19th: Luna - a/b/o au alpha!Steve Rogers x black reader

September 20th: Kiss Me Through the Phone - The Boys Next Door universe Stucky x black reader

September 21st: Let’s Get Married - a/b/o au Foxy universe sigma!Bucky Barnes x black reader

September 22nd: Goddess - Loki x black female oc Eris

September 23rd: Happy Birthday Mr. America - Sam Wilson x black reader

September 24th: No Cap? - Steve Rogers x black reader

Just tagging some of the wonderful people I’ve met along the way and have the pleasure of calling friends 🥹

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Day 4

Let’s Get Married

Sigma!Bucky Barnes x omega!black female reader

Warning: 18+ only!!! Contains: fluff, a/b/o content but it’s tame

Part of the Foxy Universe

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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“Bucky! Baby, have you seen my-“

“Phone?” Bucky asks and points at the comforter where your phone was partially hidden in its folds.

“Thank you,” you sigh to your mate while he holds your toddler.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks bouncing your son in his arms. He already got him dressed and ready to go as well as himself all the while you struggled with your pregnant belly to get yourself together.

You didn’t have much in the way of maternity clothes. You didn’t go out much during your first pregnancy. Your outfits consisted of leggings and Bucky’s shirts and they were really just to go to doctor’s appointments, birthing classes, and the grocery store. There was never anything to dress up for.

Bucky preferred you to be naked at home anyway.

But this was your best friend’s wedding.

You were headed straight to the rehearsal dinner once you get to the city and the ceremony was the next day. So you had to wear something nice. And restrictive.

“No…no. I think I’m ready,” you trail while glancing around the bedroom.

“Charger?” Bucky asks and you gasp and rush to the bed side table to wrap up the white cord. “I’m gonna take this to the car,” he chuckles grabbing your suitcase while you stuff the cord in purse.

“Okay. I’ll lock up,” you assure him but you still take one more lap around the house to make sure you have everything.

This was the first trip you’ve taken since having your son. It was his first time in a hotel. You’re pretty sure you overpacked but you didn’t want to be without anything with a child that was relying solely on you and your mate.

“Okay. I think I’m good,” you sigh and step out the door only for Bucky to shout out of the truck window.

“Got your toothbrush?”

You groan rush back into the house.

“Relax, fox. If you forgot anything, we’ll just get it there. I don’t think they closed all the Targets since we moved.” Bucky jokes massaging the back of your neck while he drives.

“I know. I know,” you sigh. “I’m just so nervous. He’s never slept away from home before.”

“You worry too much,” he smiles.

“I know. One of us has to,” you laugh and press a kiss to his palm. “It’ll be nice to get out of the house for a few days.”

Bucky sighs softly. “I need to get you two out of the house more.”

“It’s not your fault. I think we’ve just been so caught up in the baby that we just haven’t bothered doing anything.”

Bucky just hums and grips your thigh. “Have you,” he starts before taking a deep breath. “Have you thought about school?”

You groan softly. “I honestly don’t care either way, but I’m scared I’ll be so caught up with this one to focus on schoolwork for Stevie. And…”

“And you don’t want him to end up a sigma?”

“No,” you quickly deny. “No, Bucky. His designation is already there. Home schooling him or putting him in public school won’t change anything.”

“But it might help,” Bucky insists.

“You were in public school. You grew up surrounded by alphas. It won’t change anything.” Bucky just sighs again and glances in the rear view mirror at his sleeping child.

“What if he’s a gamma or something?”

“Now you’re just making things up,” you laugh.

“It could happen,” you mate smiles. “We could be destined to be a family of weirdos.”

“Maybe you are. I’m still an omega,” you say proudly.

“Your sigma comes out more and more every day. ‘I don’t want to go to the movies, I want to stay home, let’s have the groceries delivered, I’m only making my appointments on Zoom, I want to redo my mate’s house and just send him to the hardware store so I don’t have to go’.”

“I don’t sound like that,” you giggle at Bucky’s terrible interpretation of you.

“Sigma behavior,” he grins before his face falls once more. “I just don’t want him to have to deal with the shit I did.”

“If he is a sigma, he’ll have you to look up to. He can build his own cabin right next to yours.” Bucky just smirks at your words. He’s so precious. “I love you. Never gonna stop. Sigma and all.”

He takes your hand and kisses your palm.

Later that evening, you’re at rented restaurant with your college friends in a yellow cocktail dress with your mate and son. You give Bucky and encouraging smile as he practically hides behind your child. He’s doing so good for his first social gathering in years.

“You okay?” You ask softly, rubbing Stevie’s soft curls while he walks a toy dinosaur up Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’ll survive,” he sighs. You press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Can’t go too long without my fox.” You smile at his words before your shoulders are gripped by a familiar touch.

“Oh my gosh! You’re huge!” The blond cries before you can fully turn around and hug her.

“Carol!” You cry pulling her as close as your belly will allow.

“God! I missed you,” she sighs into your shoulder. “I can’t believe it’s been five years!” She squeezes you a little tighter. “And this must be Stevie?” She asks seeing your son. He instantly attempts to shy away into your mate’s embrace.

“This is your auntie Carol. You hear her on the phone all the time. Can you say ‘hi’?” The boy hides his face and you can’t help but feel for him. He’s never really met anyone besides doctors and old people at the grocery store. Sam was the only one outside of your little family that he had a chance to open up to. “I have heard so much about you,” Carol continues. “And how much you’re into dinosaurs!” The boy glances up at her words but still clings to his dad. “So I got you something.”

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to,” you laugh. She sent him toys all the time but Carol is so busy with work, she’s never had the chance to actually meet him.

“I did! I’m just so happy to see him face to face! This is for you, baby man.” She holds up an enormous robot dinosaur that she somehow managed to hide.

“Oh, Stevie! This is so cool! Thank you, Carol.”

“Anything for my baby man.” Stevie touches the plastic and attempts to remove it from it’s cardboard prison.

“We’ll open it when we get back to the hotel,” Bucky mutters into his son’s ear before pressing a kiss to his head.

“And the man who managed to keep my bestie from me,” Carol smiles at your mate. You notice he cringes away from the alpha woman slightly. He and Carol have met a handful of times but he never got to know her enough to think of her as anything other than a random alpha vying for his mate’s attention. “How’s it going, Bucky?”

“Fine,” Bucky smiles. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thank you. You taking care of my girl?”

“Always,” he presses a kiss to your temple, staking his claim on you. You certainly didn’t miss this. Living alone for so long almost made you forget about the posturing that happens in everyday life.

“Maria!” Carol calls to her fiancée when she notices her making her rounds.

“Hey!” She greets and gives you a big hug. “Is this Stevie? Hello, little man,” she grins at your toddler. “And you must be the husband? I’m Maria! Nice to finally meet you.”

“Mate actually,” Bucky corrects taking her hand. You can tell he’s much more relaxed around Maria’s beta personality.

“Wait, you two aren’t married?” She asks you leaving to laugh and shake your head.

“I thought they were married all this time,” Maria tells her soon to be wife.

“I never told you that,” Carol laughs.

“Well, they’re about to have two kids. You’re practically married as it is,” Maria insists. “How far along are you?”

“I’ve honestly never thought about it.” But the way you said it made Bucky think you had thought about it extensively. Did you want to get married? Why hadn’t you told him? “I’m seven months,” you sigh, resting your hand on your stomach. “I’m so ready to meet her.”

“Guess what?” Carol says excitedly gripping your hands. “We haven’t told anyone yet and you have to keep it a secret but we’re expecting, too!”

“I’m pregnant!” Maria whispers excitedly.

“Oh my gosh! Congratulations! Oh! Our babies will be the same age! We can have play dates!” You grin.

“I got inseminated last month and it took but we want to keep it on the low until we’re further along.”

“I completely understand,” you smile glancing up at your mate. “You know I’m here if you need anything. We’ve been through it all with pregnancies so just ask.”

“I’ll definitely be calling you,” Maria assures you.

You smooth your bridesmaid dress over your stomach in front of the mirror one last time before letting out a sigh. “I feel huge.”

“You’re beautiful,” Bucky assures you and presses a kiss to your cheek. He wraps his hands under your belly to pull you back against him. “Do you want to get married?”

You almost pull away at the abruptness of his question. “What brought this up?”

“Last night, you said you never thought about getting married but you were lying. Your scent was off.”

“I, um,” you hesitate knowing you can’t lie to him.

But you don’t want him to feel bad either.

“I’ve thought about it, of course. Who doesn’t dream about their wedding day? But I know you. I never want you to be uncomfortable just because of a childhood fantasy.”

Bucky hums softly at your words before releasing you.

“I’ll do whatever I need to to make you happy. Don’t hide things from me to spare my feelings.”

“I-I’m not?” Were you? Maybe you were. Being cooped up for so long sort of made you forget the thrill of gathering with your friends. But the two of you are different. You didn’t need a ring or a ceremony to prove that you loved your mate.

But it might be nice.

“I’m gonna finish getting Stevie dressed. You look gorgeous,” Bucky assures you and brushes a curl from your neck before placing a kiss right above his mark on you.

The ceremony was beautiful.

Carol and Maria looked gorgeous. And Stevie did so good. He never cried once and quickly began to warm up to the many strangers. It helped that your friend Wanda had twin boys his age. They kept themselves busy.

That night after you got Stevie bathed and in bed and you took off your makeup and settled in hot shower with your mate, he held you in his strong arms and you whispered, “Maybe I do want to get married.”

“Whatever you want, fox.”

“But not a big wedding,” you insist, turning in his grip. “Something small with just our closest friends.”

“Are you sure? A cute little omega like you probably wants an enormous wedding with everyone you’ve ever met.”

You giggle at his words and rest your head on his wet chest. “No. Maybe when I was younger. But now, I just want the people that have stuck with me.”

“And where do you want this tiny wedding?”

“Disneyland!” You grin up at him. He just groans making you laugh. “You wanted to hear my wedding plans. I’m telling you,” you insist.

“Alright, alright. Go ahead,” he laughs and tickles you up your sides.

“Stop,” you mumble wiggling from his grasp. “Okay, so, there’s this rose garden at Disneyland and it’s the only place Cinderella’s carriage goes outside of the park-“

“There’s a carriage, too?”

“Yes!” You say as if it’s obvious. “And I want a huge, custom dress that’s, like, Victorian and goth but still white.”

“But you obviously aren't a virgin,” your mate interrupts again.

“Do you want to hear or not?” Bucky holds up his hands in surrender and lets you continue. “And it’ll be Pirates of the Caribbean themed because that’s one of my favorite rides. And the reception will be at the restaurant in the Pirates ride.”

“There’s a restaurant in a ride? What kind of ride is this?”

“Baby, you just have to go to Disneyland to know,” you insist. “And then at the end of the night, we’ll all watch Fantasmic together. And then we’ll go back to our suite at the Grand Californian and watch World of Color from our room.”

“You’re planning for a lot of watching and not a lot of fucking,” Bucky sighs pulling you back against his chest.

“I was a kid when I planned this.” He just laughs. “I didn’t think I’d be mated and have two kids before I got married but here we are.”

“Do you regret it?” Bucky asks seriously, rubbing your slick arms.

“No, never. I wouldn’t change my life for anything,” you reply resolutely. “You’re the best thing to happen to me.”

He turns off the water and pulls a fluffy white towel around your shoulders.

“I want to give that to you,” Bucky sighs. “I want all of that for you. But what have you planned since he came along?” your mate asks and nods toward your son curled on the middle of the bed surrounded by pillows.

You glance between your boys for a moment before answering. “I still want my Disney wedding.”

“We’ll get this one out of you and start looking for a dress maker,” Bucky grins making you smile.

A month later, you forgot all about your shower conversation as you sat on the floor playing with Stevie’s robotic dinosaur. You listen intently as he tells you all about what the dinosaur’s mom made him for breakfast.

“He didn’t have fruit and oatmeal like you?” You question at the dino mom’s idea of a well balanced breakfast.

“No! He had squished grapes and lemons and hot chocolate!”

“That sounds horrible,” you giggle at your son’s imagination.

“No, momma. It’s good. He likes it.”

“As long as he likes it,” you shrug.

“Can I have a hot chocolate?”

“It’s too hot for hot chocolate. How about chocolate milk? I’ll even put marshmallows in it.”

“Yay! Thank you, momma.” He scrambles off the floor and races to the kitchen while you struggle to roll to your feet around your belly.

Then a set of hands easily lifts you from the floor.

“Thank you, baby,” you sigh to your mate. He just hums in response.

“When you’re done with that chocolate milk, come meet me outside.”

“Build something new?”

“Sort of,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your lips.

You follow your son to the kitchen to take care of his drink order and take him outside to meet your mate.

Bucky’s waiting for the two of you in the gazebo, resting comfortably against the railing. His lips twitch when the two of you step out of the house.

He has the most beautiful little family.

“Hey, foxy. Stevie,” he easily squats down to the boy’s level, “you remember that secret daddy told you about?”

“Ummm…yeah! I’ll go get it!” He starts to run to the house before remembering the sippy cup in his hands and passes it off to you before turning back towards the house.

“He has got so much energy. What’s this secret?” You ask your mate as your son runs off.

Bucky just chuckles. “They’ll keep us young. And what’s the point of a secret if I tell you.” He bops your nose before kissing it.

“He doesn’t need help, does he?” You ask when the boy doesn’t immediately return.

“He’s fine,” Bucky assures you. “Sit.” He leads you to the little bench in the gazebo where you can’t wait to have tea parties and play dress up.

Your son soon returns carefully holding his dinosaur backpack he insists on bringing everywhere. It’s his most prized possession and if Bucky was going to hide anything from you, it’d be there. After he pulled a frog out of it earlier this year, you decided you’d never reach into it again.

“Here, daddy,” he passes your mate the bag and quickly returns to you for his drink.

“My love,” you sigh holding Stevie to your chest and watch as Bucky easily finds what he’s looking for in the bag. You can’t tell what it is as he envelopes it in his giant hand.

“Foxy, you know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, right?” You nod. He tells you that all the time until it became ingrained in you. You have it scribed on a necklace he gave you soon after you mated. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Ever since you walked into that cafe and I caught your scent, I knew I’d never find anyone else like you. And the fact that you readily accepted my designation, treated me like your alpha, I knew I couldn’t let you go.” He falls to a knee in front of you and you clutch your son a little tighter. This isn’t happening. This was really happening? Tears start to sting your eyes while you stare into those clear blue ones.

“Don’t cry, momma,” Stevie wishes patting your cheek.

“Don’t worry, buddy. They’re happy tears,” Bucky smiles and reveals a tiny ring box with a gorgeous diamond ring nestled inside. “Foxy, I’m already so proud to call you my mate. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Bucky,” you whisper.

“I’m right here, fox. Never going anywhere.”

You can’t help but laugh as a few more tears escape your control.

“Yes?” You nod, unable to create a coherent thought.

“You asking me or telling me, foxy?”

“Yes! I’ll marry you!” You grin. He pulls you and Stevie into his arms, plastering kisses all over both of you.

“The best thing to ever happen to me,” he swears. He says that but you’re sure he’s the best thing to happen you. You wouldn’t trade him or your little family for the world.

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Day 3

Kiss Me Through the Phone

Stucky x black female reader

Warning: 18+ only!!! Contains: smut, phone sex, mastrubation, sexual exploration (Steve and Bucky finally get it on), poly relationship

This is part of the Boys Next Door universe

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“Let me see my pussy, doll. Wanna see it soaking for me.” You giggle at your husband’s demand and focus your phone down to your core where your fingers are knuckle deep inside of you, brushing that spongy spot. “Fucking beautiful, doll. Shit. I’m close.”

“Almost, baby. Wish your tongue was in me,” you whine.

Bucky hums. “I can practically taste you. All that is just for-“

“Hey, Buck, have you seen my Air-,” his voice drops off seeing his best friend fisting himself on FaceTime in their master bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Stevie,” you wave at your other husband coming into frame.

“Oh! Hey, sweetness,” Steve grins leaning down over Bucky’s shoulder before a frown mares his perfect features as he squints at the phone screen. “Where are you?”

“Guest room,” you laugh.

“We kinda got attached to phone sex while I was deployed,” Bucky explains.

“Oh?” Steve cocks his head to the side in interest. “Show me.”

“Gladly,” Bucky smirks. “It’s all about foreplay and dirty talk with this, Stevie. Ain’t that right, doll face?”

“Sure is, baby,” you agree spreading back out on the guest bed. “Now show me that monster cock, Stevie.” Steve gives you a killer smirk and crawls on the bed next to Bucky. He slides his sweats and boxers down to reveal his half-mast dick. “Fuck, Stevie. I wish I could wrap my lips around that.” That immediately gets him rock hard. “Wanna taste you, baby,” you whine licking your lips right before parting them and reach a little deeper into your body, bringing you a little closer.

“You’re right. This is a little addicting,” Steve smirks to Bucky.

“This is just the beginning,” Bucky smirks and his metal hand grips Steve’s cock jerking him along with his own.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper seeing your men being intimate. It was a slow transition but you noticed more touches and closeness between them. Maybe the only push they needed was for you to be apart from them.

Steve lets out a soft grunt at the feeling of someone else gripping his dick. “Let him see that beautiful ass, doll,” Bucky requests and you quickly comply. You turn over on all fours and continue to hump against your fingers. “That’s it. Fuck, he’s hard. Leaking all over the place. You want his big cock leaking cum all over your mouth, doll?”

“Yes, Bucky. Want that so bad,” you cry into the sheets under you.

“Maybe I should taste him for you,” Bucky suggests.

“Please, baby! Please tell me! Please taste him for me!”

There’s silence on the on the other end of the line just before Steve lets out a strangled, “Fuck, Bucky.”

You cum almost instantly soaking your fingers and thighs. The blood pulsing through your ears is all you can hear for a moment before Steve’s whines break through your after glow. Shit. You can’t stay here. You roll off the bed on slightly wobbly legs before racing to the master bedroom to witness your husbands’ finally reach a point you’ve been waiting for.

There they are, on your bed, Steve propped against the pillows with a look of absolute anguish while Bucky chokes on his dick between his legs. “Fuck,” you curse at the sight. Absolutely beautiful. So many flexing muscle between your beautiful men.

You need in on that.

You crawl across the bed and press your lips to Steve’s, swallowing his moans and cries. Your hand runs down his abs to the trail of hair the ends at his groin. You find Bucky’s long locks and tangle your fingers in it. “You’re doing so good, baby,” you breathe against Steve’s lips. “You want hims to go faster? Harder?”

“Please,” Steve whimpers, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to anchor him.

“You gotta tell him, baby,” you urge.

“Please, Buck. Harder.” You feel a shift in Bucky’s movements as he follows Steve’s instructions.

“So good, baby,” you praise. “And you, my beautiful soldier,” you grin down at Bucky. “How’s he taste, baby?”

Bucky releases Steve with a pop before leveling his gaze on you. “Pretty damn good but nothing compared to you.” You smile at your husband’s words and notice he’s still humping into his fist.

“I need you to focus solely on my Stevie. I’ll take care of that,” you promise sliding down the bed and laying with his hips over you. Your lips dance across his shaft before taking his head in your mouth.

Bucky groans around Steve’s cock the second he breeches your lips. You let out a satisfied hum. You miss his taste. That specific level of saltiness that you became addicted to so long ago. You can’t stop the moan from escaping your own lips as you tug Bucky’s hips further down to bury your nose in pelvis. You don’t even have to think about relaxing your throat. Your body is just so used to him.

“Fuck, doll,” he husks, taking a break from Steve. “You trying to suffocate?” Your lips twitch around your oral burden just as he twitches against the back of your throat.

He’s so close.

Bucky lets out a whiny moan humping against you. Can’t even control himself. That’s it baby. Let go. You grip his ass, giving him a harsh spanking and you know he’s done for.

“Shit shit shit shiiiiiiiiaaah fuuuuuck!” He groans as he cums down your throat and on your waiting tongue.

“Fuck, doll face,” he mutters catching his breath. “You need to do that more often.”

“My mouth is always available for my best boys,” you simper before cleaning off the little bit of dribble leaking from him with your tongue. “Do you need some help up here?” You ask sliding out from under Bucky and licking a strip up Steve’s twitching cock.

“I can’t say ‘no’ to you,” Bucky smirks taking on Steve’s tip while you work on his balls. The noises the big man emits are absolutely heavenly. “Do you like this Stevie? Do you like when your wife and her husband play with you?” Bucky goads giving Steve’s slit little kitten licks and driving him insane.

“Please, Bucky. Don’t stop. Shit!” His big hand reaches for your head and presses you to suck more of his base. “Please, princess. I’m so close,” he whines. Actually whines. You take over at his head, giving Bucky a break and knowing exactly what your husband needs. Bucky in turn presses kisses to Steve’s stomach and chest, working his way up to those plump lips you love. “Oh, god! Yes! Shit!” Steve hisses and pumps his seed in your mouth.

“My good boy,” you hum licking him clean.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Bucky groans and pulls you into a kiss. You can’t stop the giggles from bubbling past your lips as you feel his fingers tickle your lower stomach.

“Stop,” you laugh before leaning over Steve. “So, how do you like phone sex?”

“I don’t think we did it right,” Steve smirks massaging your hip before you press a kiss to his lips.

“No, we did it all wrong,” Bucky laughs, curling into Steve’s side. “But I kinda like this better.”

“Oh, yeah. I like this way better,” you agree, tangling your fingers with Bucky while resting on Steve’s shoulder.

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Happpppppiiiiesssttttttt Birthdaaaaayyyyyyyy to you in advance and Thank you so much for bringing Steve and his Luna back!

Oh my gosh thank you!!!

Steve and Luna have quickly become my new favs! And I was so scared to write an alpha!steve 😅 I guess I just needed a medium

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