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CHAPTER 1
The coffee pot gurgles as it finishes brewing up your morning coffee. First you pour your coffee, then you pour a second one in a to go cup. Setting both cups on the counter your stretch and yawn with a groan, ready to get this morning over. Hearing the sound of the bedroom door open you roll your eyes to yourself and plaster a fake smile on your face as you turn around. A pretty young woman, wearing last night’s clothes looking ready to do the walk of shame slowly steps out of the bedroom. She looks surprised to see another woman in the apartment. “Oh hi…who are you?” She asks with a confused frown.
“I’m Bucky’s roommates’ girlfriend.”
She looks less off put hearing that. Like she was afraid you might have been his girlfriend. Fat chance of that. “Oh okay, um...where is Bucky?”
You barely hold back your annoyed sigh. You grab her to go cup of coffee and walk over to her. “Listen hun, you look like a nice girl so I’m gonna give it to you straight. He’s not here, and don’t bother leaving your number. He’ll never call you. He‘s more of a love ‘em one night and leave ‘em kind of guy. So, use this as a learning experience. Men like Bucky are not your prince charming. He’s the opposite actually, a toad in prince’s clothing.”
She takes the coffee you hand her and looks back up at you with watery eyes. You internally groan to yourself. Oh no, mayday mayday, we have a crier. You hate the criers. It’s incredibly awkward. “But…” She stutters out.
You shake your head. “Not gonna happen.”
Her bottom lip quivers and then the tears start falling. She wraps her arms around you awkwardly and starts blubbering. “He said we had a connection.” You pat her on the back placatingly. “He’s a gorgeous asshole. I know I’ve heard it all. Remember, learning experience. No more toads.”
“Okay…thank you.” She sniffles as you gradually lead her to the front door.
“No problem. Bye.” You say as you slam the door. You have done this far too many times. Looking down at your now snot and tear stained sweater you grumble and pull it off. Thankfully you had another shirt on underneath. “Bastard can do my laundry now.”
You’ve been dating Steve Rogers for 2 years now. You moved in with him about 6 months ago. He had the bigger apartment, but he also has his best friend Bucky as a roommate. Which was fine, you and Bucky became fast friends when Steve introduced you not long after you started dating. Things were less fine when you realized what a little slut he was. Bucky’s a great guy, but when it comes to women and dating well like you said he’s a toad.
Somehow you ended up being the one having to deal with these women he’d bring home the morning after. He would conveniently sneak out before they got up and wait till they left instead of just telling them it was a one-time thing. It’s sad that you have a routine down and everything just so you can get them out the door and be done with them.
The first time you had to intervene was when one chick just wouldn’t leave. She spent half the day in his room. So, he was hiding out in your and Steve’s bedroom. Finally, you got fed up and told her straight up it was a one-night stand and to get out. After that one time you became his booty call break up person.
About 20 minutes later you’re leaning against the kitchen counter drinking your second cup of coffee. The front door opens, you smile when you see it’s your boyfriend. Steve is back from his morning jog. “Hey doll.” He smiles back at you and then glances around the room.
“Hey babe. Tell your whore friend the coast is clear.”
Bucky huffs outside the door. “Did she just call me a whore?”
“Hey I call it like I see it. M’not gonna sugar coat it for you.”
Bucky peaks his head in, then smirks at you. “Brutally honest, I’ve always liked that about you.”
Steve walks in and wraps his arms around you, kissing you sweetly. “He doesn’t pay you enough for this.” He chides.
You scoff at that. “He doesn’t pay me at all.”
A bag of food is suddenly waived around in your face. “Does food count as a form of payment?” Bucky says, trying to give you his best smile.
You glare at him and snatch the bag out of his hands. “It’s a start. This one was a crier James. You know I hate the criers! So, you can wash my snot covered sweater.” Turning in Steve’s arms you set the bag on the counter and start digging through it to see what’s inside. “Tell me again, why don’t you just go home with the girl and then sneak out in the morning? Seems like that would be much easier.”
Bucky groans. “I’ve tried that it’s weird. Then I’m in their house surrounded by their personal things, and family photos, and….” He trails off waving his hands around looking for the words.
You glance up at him. “Oh, you mean it makes you see them as real people? Not just another body in your bed for the night.”
He snaps his fingers. “Exactly. See, you get me.”
“You’re a pig.”
Steve tries choking back a laugh. Hiding his face against your shoulder, but his body starts shaking. Not able to hold it back anymore he bursts into laughter. “See Buck, she does get you.”
“Someone is feisty this morning. First, I’m a whore, now I’m a pig.” Bucky holds a hand to his chest pretending to be offended.
Taking a sip of your coffee you hold your finger up. “I also called you a toad. You just weren’t here for that one.”
“If I pay for dinner tonight, and breakfast tomorrow will that at least upgrade me from toad status and cover my tab until next weekend?”
You tap your finger against your chin as you think. “And this week’s laundry. Then you have a deal.”
Bucky smiles brightly at you. He does have a very nice smile. You can’t deny that. You can see the allure to the single women he picks up. He walks over to you and kisses your cheek. “You’re the best dollface.” Then he heads toward his bedroom.
You freeze in the place you’re standing, a little taken back by the kiss on the cheek. You consider yourself friends, but you’re not that friendly. He’s never done that before. Steve had stepped away from you to get his own cup of coffee. You slowly turn your head and see Steve sipping on his coffee. You know he saw it, but he doesn’t look the least bit fazed. Since he’s acting like everything is normal. You decide to follow suite and do the same. Maybe Bucky is still drunk from last night or something who knows. Probably just a one-time thing.
Shaking off the odd feelings you walk over to Steve and wrap your arms around him. “I’m so glad I have you and that you’re not a pig.”
He snorts out a laugh, wrapping his free arm around you. “You’re welcome?” He says with his adorable boyish grin. The one that had you blushing the first time you met him. Leaning down he captures your lips for a kiss. “You are all that I need. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Steve is the sweetest, and best boyfriend you could ever ask for. The two of you practically never fight. You’ve had silly arguments like most couples, but you quickly work it out. He’s loving, and attentive. He treats you like you’re the center of his universe. As an added bonus he’s drop dead gorgeous with the body of a Greek God. Sometimes you don’t know what you did to deserve him, but decided not to question it.
Moving your hands to his hips you lean up and kiss along his neck. “Are you going to go take a shower?” You whisper against his skin. His breath hitches. “Mmhmm.” Is his only response. “Want some company?” His response to that is to quickly set his coffee down, then lift up and throw you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised laugh as he carries you to your bedroom. The two of you have the bigger bedroom, that has an on-suite bathroom.
The moment he sets you down in the bathroom you’re on each other. Lips crashing together hungrily. Arms tangle as you try to rid the other of their clothing. Somehow during the rush Steve manages to turn the water on, allowing it a moment to warm up.
He pulls you into the shower. His lips still devouring yours as the water pours down on the two of you. His impressive hard length pressing against your skin making you eager with anticipation. Steve is ridiculously strong. You don’t understand it, but again you don’t question it. And it’s sexy as hell. He lifts you up by your thighs like you weigh nothing. Pinning you between his chiseled, muscular frame and the wall.
“Please Steve.” You whine against his lips. His cock teasing you, pressing against your center.
He groans, enjoying hearing you beg for him. But does as you ask and slowly pushes inside you. His cock is so huge he always goes slow, allowing you time to adjust and stretch around him.
You moan out in pleasure feeling him fill you. Once he’s fully sheathed inside you he breaks the kiss. “Hold on doll.”
You hold on the best you can with the slippery circumstances, thankfully he can use his weight and strength to keep you up. He holds your hips tight as he pulls his cock out and slams in back in burying it inside your aching pussy. With each thrust he has you gasping and moaning, begging for more.
“I love the sounds you make just for me.” He gasps against your neck. “Cum for me doll, cum all over my cock.” He only talks dirty when the two of you are alone in your bedroom, but you love it.
He knows your body well and he knows that sweet spot to hit over and over. He always makes sure you finish first. Your pussy clenches around him, your legs shudder and your nails dig into his back as you reach your climax. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you.
Riding out the waves of your orgasm you move your lips next to his ear. “Cum baby, all over my pussy. Fill me up.” Those words always get him. Turns him on more, making him pound into you impossibly harder. Moments later you feel his cock pulsating inside you, spilling his release. His movements still as his chest heaves, trying to catch his breath.
Lifting his head, he smiles, kissing you sweetly. “I love you (Y/N).”
“I love you too Steve.”