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Everything had been perfect.
She had Steve – a man undoubtedly way out of her league – that for some reason loved her.
Their relationship wasn’t without fault, but those had been small, insignificant and manageable things. The same things that any couple dealt with. It didn’t change the fact that they loved each other, or that they worked well together.
Perfect…
And then, in a single moment and with a signal question, it wasn’t.
Everything was wrong. She was alone; Steve was…well…she wasn’t sure where he was. He hadn’t tried to talk to her; hadn’t shown up at her door or even sent her a text.
He was gone.
And Evie couldn’t stop crying.
It had been three days, and she couldn’t even compose herself enough to get out of bed and walk the short distance to her kitchen. Not that she was hungry. Or thirsty, for that matter. All Evie felt was exhaustion, so why bother trying to get out of bed?
Snuggled up under her blankets, she clutched her phone tight, looking at the black screen longingly. She was certain that soon enough, a text from Steve would light up her screen.
Then things could finally get back to normal; to how they’d been…before.
Before he’d asked that ridiculous and offensive question.
Evie sniffled, curling in on herself under the blankets.
How could he have asked her something so…so…insane?
She kept running through that night, that conversation, again and again; and it still made no sense.
He claimed to love her, to respect her – and yet he’d ask her to let another into their bed? To let another man – his best friend – make love to her?
She broke down in another fit of tears.
Evie knew she was no great beauty. Her thighs were too big, too full. They touched and rubbed together uncomfortably whenever she was brave enough to wear a skirt or dress. Her stomach was soft, and she could pinch the fat of her tummy easily. Her breasts were large, but she wished they were perkier and that the faint stretch marks on the sides of them were gone.
Steve had always said she was beautiful, that he loved her and her body; curves and all.
But nothing behind his question seemed to have come from love. It scared her and raised a myriad of questions she couldn’t hope to answer in time to salvage what they’d had.
Would he have asked it from a thinner, more confident partner? Was being with her so boring that he’d go to such extremes to spice things up?
Beautiful or not, surly she was deserving of respect? Surely Steve had been wrong to ask her to consent to something so…so disgusting? So depraved?
Her phone vibrated, the screen lightening up and startling her.
She roughly rubbed her eyes, blinking away enough of her tears to make out a message on the screen.
S: Baby, I’m ten minutes out from your place…can we talk?
No.
The stubborn, hurt part of her – her pride, no doubt – screamed at her to say no.
Steve had had the audacity to ask her to make love to someone else…while he watched! What was wrong with him? Who did he think she was?
S: Baby, please. We’ve got to talk about this.
E: No, we don’t.
She weakly tossed her phone aside.
It landed face down on the bed, and a moment later the screen lit up anew.
For fucks sake…
She grabbed it.
S: I’ve hurt you. I know that, baby. Just hear me out, please. This can’t be the end of us, sweetheart.
Fresh tears sprung to her eyes.
Could it? Was this the end of them?
She’d honestly been so happy with Steve up until he’d asked her that awful, fateful question. He was good and kind, sweet and attentive. He saved the world for a living, and yet somehow he always seemed to find time for her, for them.
And he always made her feel beautiful.
She missed the little kisses he’d press to her forehead…
The way his hand would linger on the small of her back when he opened the door for her…
She missed his hugs, the sweet and savoring way his body fit against her own as they made love…
E: Fine. I’ll give you fifteen minutes.
He responded immediately.
S: Baby, thank you. Sit tight, nearly there.
Evie weakly pushed back the blankets and slowly sat up. She was sore and a bit shaky from not eating or drinking much, so she took her time. She found her slippers under her bed, slipped them on, and grabbed her hairbrush from her nightside table.
Knowing a shower wasn’t in the cards, she brushed the tangles from her honey blond hair and tied it up in a ponytail. It was fine, practical, but she knew she wouldn’t fool Steve. He’d take one look at her and know she’d been bed-bound and non-functioning for three days.
She wasn’t sure she could get more pathetic.
Sighing heavily, Evie slowly meandered to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt as she went. The cuffs of her pajama pants dragged, tucking under the heels of her slippers as she went.
She welled up passing the coffee maker – something she bought early on in her relationship with Steve when she’d learned of his love of the foul liquid. She was defective – she hated coffee. But Steve lived on it, and she wanted him to feel at home in her apartment.
So she’d bought the nicest one she could afford and had basked in his excitement when he’d seen it tucked between the fridge and toaster on her counter.
She missed the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sound it made to signaled the pot was done…
It used to be their alarm, waking them when Steve had spent the night at her apartment…
Evie poured herself a glass of orange juice and greedily drank it, not realizing how thirsty she was until the drink touched her tongue.
She was on her second glass, when a knock she knew well pulled her from her thoughts.
Oh my god…
Her heart raced as excitement and anxiety tore through her, leaving her a shaky mess. She sat down the glass and tucked the stray hairs that had worked themselves free of the elastic behind her ears.
Okay…I can do this…
She slid the deadbolt back and opened the door before the doubt returned.
Steve smiled at the sight of her, though it faded when he looked her up and down.
“Oh, baby…”
His tone frustrated her.
“What?” she snapped.
“When was the last time you got any real sleep?” he tried to peek past her, “or ate, for that matter?”
Why did he have to be like this? So sweet and gentle, even when everything was in tatters between them? It made being upset and furious with him harder, and she hated him for it.
Well…no. She didn’t hate him…she loved him.
That was the problem though.
As far as Evie was concerned, people in ‘love’ didn’t ask their partners to do what Steve had.
“Steve –
“Fifteen minutes, baby,” he reminded her, “please. Let me in, we’ll talk…get this all straightened out.”
She huffed, amused that he really thought a quick chat could even begin to mend things between them, but stepped aside to let him in.
“So…um…how have you been?”
Evie shot him an angry look over her shoulder as she shut the door.
Steve raised his hands in defense, a sad look in his eyes.
“A dumb question, I’m sorry.”
Evie sighed, stepping past him.
“Did you want some coffee?”
It was late, the sun had long since set, but she knew Steve.
The man had yet to turn down the offer of coffee.
“Sure.”
She set about getting the pot going in silence, her back to him.
“Two cream and –
“A sugar,” Evie finished for him, “it’s been three days, Steve. I haven’t forgotten.”
She jumped, startled by the feeling of his hands on her hips.
“Steve –
“Baby, please…”
He turned her to face him, sighing when she stubbornly tried to look away.
“Evie…”
He grabbed her chin, guiding her to look at him.
“Sweetheart –
“You don’t get to ‘sweetheart’ me and make this better, Steve,” she mumbled, her eyes welling with tears, “I don’t even know if this can be made better…”
“Don’t say that,” he cupped her face, “baby, I love you so much.”
Evie couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Love…”
She pushed against his chest, grumbling under her breath when he didn’t move.
“You don’t ask someone you love to have sex with someone else, Steve!”
He pulled her forward, smirking as she struck his chest and a startled little gasp left her lips.
“Evie…baby…hear me out…”
Something in his tone and the firmness of his hold had her heart racing in a way she’d never before experienced.
“Steve…let me go…”
“No, you need to listen, baby.”
The coffee maker beeped behind her.
“The coffee –
“Can wait,” Steve dismissed, pushing her against the counter, “you need to listen –
“No! Steve –
One strong arm pined her to him, but he’d slipped the other free to reach up and grab her jaw. She couldn’t look away and when she tried to speak, his grip tightened and she winced in pain.
Evie saw something shift in his usually bright baby-blue eyes. Something that came so suddenly from out of nowhere, she couldn’t help but shake.
She tried to grab his hand on her chin.
“S-S-Steve…”
He licked his lips, dark eyes glaring down at her as though she were prey.
“I wasn’t asking you to fuck him, Evie,” he growled low, “I was telling you. There’s a difference, baby.”
W-W-What?
Nothing made sense, not the darkness in his eyes…and certainly not the awful, absurd things he was saying.
Evie bucked against him, desperate to be free of his hold. It was futile, but the panic flooding her didn’t see that.
She needed space. She needed air.
And she needed to be away from Steve.
“Steve –
He pulled away from her long enough to slap her tear-streaked cheek before jerking her back to him.
The smack echoed throughout the apartment, but the sickening silence that followed made real fear settle in her stomach.
He…he hit me…Steve hit me…
Were it not for the stinging agony across her cheek, she couldn’t believe it.
What had happened? Where was her sweet, gentle Steve? The one who held her so tenderly and wouldn’t even consider raising a hand to her?
What…what is he doing?
All she could register was his hand, now tight at her neck.
“You’re going to have to learn to behave quickly, babydoll…”
She tried to speak, her lips quivering as she looked up at him, but no words came.
“I’ve got you…”’
Steve smirked and slowly tightened his fingers around her neck, squeezing the last of the air from her lungs in the process.
Wide-eyed, Evie dug her nails into his hands, trying in vain to pry his hands from her neck.
Steve shushed her, laxing his grip only slightly.
“We love you so much, baby...”
Evie slapped at his hands, pushing off of the counter to try to get the momentum needed to break free. She tried to scream, but he hadn’t given her enough slack to breath in that deeply.
“Shh, love,” he kissed her cheek, “we’re going to take care of you…”
Her ears throbbed and pounded as the pressure around her neck tightened.
This…this can’t be happening…
Evie mouthed his name as her knees went weak and she slumped against his body. Dark spots flashed in her eyes, and everything was blurry.
No…no…nononononononono…
Steve jerked her upward and rolled his hips against her.
Evie vaguely registered the fact that Steve was hard.
W-What…how…
“Close those pretty eyes, baby,” he drawled, nipping her chin, “close your eyes…”
This can’t…can’t…be…real…
It was the last thought that crossed her mind before darkness claimed her.
Steve kissed her cheek as she fell unconscious and went limp against him.
He was painfully hard and knew there was no way he was getting her to their safehouse as he was. Not before letting off some steam.
Letting go of her neck, he kissed and nipped the tender flesh, delighted that she’d soon bruise. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the small living room off the kitchen.
Just a quick one…got to make up for those three lonely days she subjected me to…
He draped her over the arm of the couch and quickly tugged down her sweats and panties. The sight of her bare ass presented to him had him salivating, and he slapped her hard before spreading her cheeks.
There was no way Evie would have let him take her like this were she conscious. She didn’t like to be exposed and vulnerable for him…a fact which had irritated him to no end for months.
Seeing her like this now…using her like this now…
He ached to fill her.
Steve hurried to undo his belt, hissing through clenched teeth as his cock was finally freed.
He spread the lips of her pussy, roughly forcing a finger into her as he stroked himself.
She was dry, and his heart raced at how much pain she’d be in when she woke.
“Mind if I fuck you, baby?” he muttered smugly, lining up to her opening, “hmm? That okay?”
He held her cheeks apart to watch his cock push inside of her, groaning as her dry, unprepared body struggled to accommodate him.
“Seems a bit tight…but you’ll manage.”
Usually, Evie needed quite a bit of preparation, and even then there were times she’d wince and ask for more.
More time, more attention, more tender touches…
Steve had had more than enough.
“You were made for this, love…”
He forced himself into her with short, desperate thrusts, stretching her open.
“Can’t bitch and whine, now, can you, baby?”
When he was seated inside of her, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him.
“There you go, baby…right where you belong…”
He withdrew, only to slam back in.
“You’re gonna feel this when you wake up, baby,” he groaned, digging his nails into her hips, “gonna feel how I used you…”
He fucked her hard, unable to stifle his moan as her body clenched around him despite her current state.
Were she awake, she’d be begging me to stop…
“Fuck…love your pussy, babydoll…”
He leaned over her, bracing himself on the back of the couch so he could reach around. He tugged her shirt up and grabbed her breast.
“Fuck…baby…”
A sharp, deep thrust pushed a long groan from Evie, and Steve chuckled.
“Good…girl,” he bit her shoulder as he picked up his pace, eager to spill inside of her.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck…
“Can I cum inside you, baby?” he hissed near her ear, now looming entirely over her as he slammed into her, “c-can I, baby?”
She’d always insisted on a condom whenever they fucked. It pissed him off, but he’d kept silent and did as she asked.
He had bigger plans for her; it wasn’t worth risking all the prep he’d done over an argument about fucking rubbers. But she couldn’t argue now.
And with Bucky’s help, he’d work that stubbornness from her soon enough.
“Want my cum, baby?”
She’d be mortified if she knew he was taking her raw, let alone that he was going to spill inside of her.
“Okay, love, let me give it to you.”
He gripped her shoulders, groaning as he neared his pique.
“Oh, baby, f-fuck…so close…”
A sudden, involuntary spasm from Evie that tightened her velvety walls pushed him over the edge. He spilled his load deep inside of her, holding her tight as spurt after spurt left him.
That he was the first to take her raw, the first to cum inside of her, pleased him to no end.
Can’t wait to tell Bucky…
Steve collapsed, gasping, atop her.
“Best get used to feeling cum inside you, baby,” he pressed himself inside of her, filling her as best he could as he softened, “Buck and I aren’t gonna go easy on you…”
When he finally pulled from her, he peeked between her folds and licked his lips. She was bleeding a bit, but that, coupled with the sight of his cum dripping from her had his heart racing.
He pushed his cum back inside of her with his fingers, pinching her labia closed.
“Can’t let all my cum drip out of you, baby,” he soothed.
He busied himself with playing with her asshole – a ‘no-no’ spot as far as Evie had been concerned.
Oh, well, she isn’t in control anymore…
He pushed one finger past the tight, puckered ring of muscle, quickly adding another before thrusting them roughly.
The idea of taking her ass for the first time make his cock twitch with anticipation. Would she scream? Beg? Claw at his back in a desperate bid to break free?
Fuck, what a sight…
He resisted though, remembering his promise to Bucky.
Roughly tugging his fingers from her, he pulled up her panties and sweats. Once she was covered, he scooped her back up into his arms.
“Come on, baby…let’s go home.”