#Something about seeing him so raw and uncut is soothing to me

[averageanonymous]

Summary: In the aftermath of Aziraphale’s return to Heaven, Crowley plays the piano to chase away the silence.

i.e. I chronically have Crowley playing the piano on the brain. Today, that resulted in an angsty drabble.

Words: 642

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His apartment is dark, swathed in heavy silence that echoes off the empty caverns in his own soul. It's been too long. Too long with no sound but the trickle of a fountain, no voice but that which resides only in his mind. Now, he begins to feel it. The quiet - always before a numbing, soothing comfort - is beginning to crush him.

He approaches the large mahogany instrument tucked into the corner of his study, runs a hand over its surface, breathes. Years since he last played. Years since he wanted to.

His heart aches.

He doesn't want music.

Not really.

Whatever is broken in him relishes the quiet, the stillness.

No, he doesn't want music. But…he thinks he might need it.

So he slides onto the bench, eases back the fallboard, and lifts his hands. Black and white keys gleam under dim lights. He hesitates. His hands hover, silent, over ivory.

Finally, after what might be hours or only seconds, when the silence beneath his fingers begins to feel like agony, he settles on the keys and releases a single chord. Its sound rings into the emptiness and lingers there like a question. A pause. A breath. Then, gently, softly, slowly, notes like butterflies begin to lift from the keys. A few at first, then more, dozens upon dozens, until something begins to take shape beneath his hands.

He doesn't think about the melody that flows through him. It's nothing he has played before, nothing he has heard or seen. It has a life of its own; as though it has always existed, raw and pure as uncut diamond. The melody and harmony wind and twist through him, singing to his anguish with a beauty so sharp it cuts like a knife.

The music crescendos. He feels his soul lift with it, feels the weight of his misery, his loneliness, begin to slough away with each measure. Not enough to save him. But enough to keep him going. So he does. He plays and plays and plays.

He doesn't know where this ends. Part of him hopes it never does. Now that the music has chased it away, he finds that he dreads the silence waiting for him on the other side. That silence which drowns him and calls it solace. But that's all that is left to him, isn't it. And after all, what is the point anymore? This interminable existence, untethered from any harbor, adrift without anchor. The only thing that made it worth it, made it mean something, is gone from him, gone to a place he cannot follow. He is alone, here, alone-

His muscles quiver with exertion, his breath shallow, his heart racing. He feels himself losing the thread of the melody, feels it unraveling like loose thread from an unfinished tapestry. Something like panic grips him.

Suddenly, he strikes a wrong chord, and it's dissonance shatters what was left of the song, jarring him to his bones. He glares at the keys, breath heaving in his lungs, and with a snarl, drags his hands down the keyboard, a violent spray of discord flung after the ghost of the music that has left him wrung out and defeated on the piano's bench.

After precious few moments, the sound of his anger dissipates as thoroughly as the song, and he is left again in utter silence.

Silence.

He draws closed the fallboard, careful not to let it make a noise.

He slides away from the bench, away from the instrument, out of the room.

He lies down on his couch, the quiet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He lies there for hours (or days or weeks) and it doesn't matter. Eventually, the silence takes him deep enough that even his thoughts grow quiet, and finally, finally, he sleeps.

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Thanks for reading!

This sort of thing falls into the category of me just sitting down with a picture in my mind (or maybe a comic strip) and trying to write it in a way that captures the feeling of what I'm seeing. In my brain. I rarely succeed 🙄

[issanotherkthot]

Yongguk zipping down the road on his moped

[taintjisung]

[17:31] minsung

kinks: first time, nipple play, a little oral

words: 3592

top: jisung

enjoy some cute awkward minsung <3

“let’s watch running man,” minho smiled to himself, reaching for the remote.

“i’m watching this,” jisung protested, grabbing it back. “it’s funny.”

minho scoffed. “how do you enjoy a comedy show with subtitles? it’s all about the expressions, the inflections, the—“

“speak english,” jisung shrugged arrogantly, and minho narrowed his eyes, trying to get the remote back. jisung’s grip was firm, though, and the two playfully wrestled for the device. minho was standing slightly over jisung, and he put one knee down on the couch to hold his balance. jisung, seeing a window, yanked the remote back, and accidentally pulled minho into his lap, the boy sitting directly above his...

oh, god, he was hard. or, semi? minho couldn’t tell, he could just feel jisung’s... pushing...

“u-um,” minho laughed awkwardly. “you can have the, uh...”

jisung’s hands came to minho’s sides, the remote falling onto the couch as he held him in place where he was straddling him.

both boys were beyond nervous as minho, as hesitantly and un-smoothly as he possibly be, reached down to kiss his boyfriend. it’s not that they hadn’t kissed before, they certainly had. made out, even. it was that minho had never straddled jisung before, and jisung had never held his hips like that before. both of them knew the underlying motive there as they deepened the kiss, minho awkwardly apologising as he bit the younger boy’s lip.

“i, um...” jisung slid his hands beneath minho’s shirt a tad, “i liked that.”

minho grinned and took the boy’s bottom lip between his teeth again, hands starting to roam his body as well.

jisung pulled minho closer suddenly, and his crotch collided with his thigh, making him let out a sharp gasp. he groaned and rolled his hips against his again, growing more frustrated that their clothes restricted him from finding the right place to push down on. even more so that jeans hurt to be so hard in, especially so quickly. and as jisung’s lips questioningly touched his neck, he knew what he wanted.

“jisung, i wanna go all the way,” minho breathed into the kiss, and jisung smirked; “i figured.”

“shut up,” minho mumbled shyly, and jisung rolled his eyes, standing him back up off the couch.

“come on, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

minho followed him like a puppy and tackled him onto the bed, and jisung immediately flipped them over and started eagerly kissing down his neck.

“calm down baby, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years,” he laughed.

“sorry, i’m just...” he reached for the hem of minho’s shirt, “excited. really excited, i didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.”

for a moment the sexual tension was gone and the two shared a sweet kiss, remembering why they were here in the first place. they weren’t just boyfriends; they were best friends, lovers, and as awkward this first time was indefinitely going to be they got to share it with each other, and that’s all that mattered now.

minho sat up slightly to let jisung pull his shirt off, then did the same to him, and they shivered at the cold air on their exposed skin as they searched for the warmth in each other’s.

jisung had an idea. he brought his hand against minho’s chest and gently pressed the pads of his fingertips onto his right nipple. minho let out a soft gasp, and jisung put more pressure, taking the hardening bud between his fingers. his lips left minho’s and slowly trailed along his chin, down his neck, and the elder prepared for what he knew was coming; jisung wrapped his pretty pink lips around his nipple, and minho’s hands grabbed at jisung’s hair in response. he had no idea he liked it, but with the way jisung’s mouth worked so almost professionally he couldnt help but reach to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he reached below the fabric to palm himself.

“feels that good, huh?” jisung grinned, hands roaming minho’s chest firmly. “stay right here, i’ll go get the, um... stuff.”

minho hummed in response and jisung hurried to the bathroom, his heart racing faster than his feet. he grabbed onto the edge of the sink, eyes darting around for which cabinet had what he was looking for. he jumped up onto the toilet lid and opened the cupboard above it, reaching toward the back. beneath the first aid kit was the box he was looking for; it was rather fancy and still unopened, a gift from chris as he saw them making out on the couch. he’d gotten embarrassed and simply said, “stay safe,” before leaving the room with red cheeks.

jisung grinned as the memory ran over in his head, and he pressed his uncut nail into the tape to break it in half before opening the top. inside was a set of condoms and a little bottle of lube which he took, leaving the empty box on the sink.

he stopped right before the door, taking in a deep breath to calm himself. then, he opened the door again and headed inside.

his mouth fell open as he took in what he was seeing. minho’s pants were already on the floor as he slowly moved two fingers inside himself, face flushed with an expression of utter bliss across his red cheeks.

“hy-hyung,” jisung breathed, head in a knot between embarrassment and eagerness, feeling himself grow in his pants as he approached the bed. minho’s eyes followed him, opening more as he came closer, but his legs stayed closed nervously. he watched jisung’s eyes as his knees brought him up onto the bed, not breaking eye contact both from the tension and from the amazement. the amazement he felt with the way jisung’s eyes changed. the way they transformed from their beautiful, deep, chocolate shade into a dark, lustful black, barely reflecting any light as the items in his hand dropped onto the bed, his hands coming to his knees.

“open,” he demanded, and minho’s face grew hotter as he stopped moving. “are you scared?”

minho nodded, lips parted slightly as he drew in a shaky breath. “i-i’m nervous.”

“don’t worry,” jisung soothed, eyes down at his finger as he ran it slowly along minho’s knee. “i’ll make you feel so good you’ll regret being so nervous. i’ll make you see stars if you let me.”

minho let go of the hold through his thighs and jisung grinned with a soft, “good boy,” before gently pushing them apart, taking in an eyeful of what he had to work with.

what he had to work with was probably the prettiest dick he’d ever seen. it was so small, barely four inches, but grew by the moment in his hand. the head was so pretty and pink, the shaft not overly veiny or thick. he rubbed his thumb over it as he marvelled at the sight, really taking in what he saw.

“stop staring,” minho spoke softly, pulling his knees up shyly, but jisung held them in place.

“minnie...” he cooed. “your cock is so pretty. stop hiding it. let me see.”

minho obeyed and jisung leant down. “may i?” he asked simply, and as the boy nodded, he gently parted his lips over the head, taking it into his mouth and enjoying the taste. it was sweet and warm where it sat on his tongue, and he closed the space further that minho clearly reacted well to. as he reached up and closed his fingers around his nipple once again, he could practically see the shivers run up his body; he let out a shaky gasp, back arching off the bed slightly as he grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hair, so desperate, so needy for more.

jisung couldn’t help but smile at how pretty minho sounded. and to think how they got here, minho’s first words to jisung being mocking his accent. nothing romantic like most couples, something that should have put a negative sticker right onto minho’s forehead, but it didn’t. jisung heard that minho tended to act cold to new people and it was his goal to make him open up and find what was inside. and it was by far his best decision; what was inside was a shy, sensitive little boy who loved cuddling and baking and kittens. and here, taking the sensitive part to its extreme as he moaned so loudly for jisung, moans that made his stomach do flips, his knees turn to jelly, that made him so unbelievably hard it hurt to be dressed any longer.

how sensitive he seemed combined with that he had been fingering himself prior, he knew the cute boy would cum too quickly for his liking this way anyway. he released with a pop, watching as minho replaced his mouth with his hand, and got to his knees on the bed in front of him as he unbuttoned his jeans.

“i wanna, i wanna,” minho breathed, pushing his hands away and touching the button himself. his mouth came to the fabric and with his teeth he removed the button, bringing down the zipper the same way. with both hands he pulled the jeans down, then eagerly advanced to his pants. he placed his open mouth right on top of the bulge that protruded the cute paw print boxers, and jisung had enough. he removed both the articles and threw them to the floor, and in moments he had minho pinned down by the wrists.

“you’re taking so long it aches.”

“you don’t like foreplay, do you?” minho hummed, and jisung smirked in response; “i can’t wait to fuck you, don’t make me.”

he eagerly reached for the condom he’d grabbed and tore open the package— he ripped it. stuttering, he put his foot down on the floor, about to turn back to grab another when minho grabbed it out of his hand and threw it across the room.

“you’re clean, i’m clean, no one can get pregnant, and you’re gonna keep breaking them with how much testosterone is in your goddamn system,” minho laughed. “do it raw, pussy.”

minho wasn’t usually so assertive. jisung’s lips were parted in shock as his eyes moved back to him from the broken condom on the floor, and he gulped as he steadied himself back onto the bed.

he lined himself up against minho’s entrance. “ready?”

“lube,” he reminded, and jisung stuttered out an embarrassed, “right,” as he reached for the bottle that sat beside his foot. he accidentally poured too much onto his hand, a bit spilling onto minho, who gasped at how cold it was on his bare skin.

“sorry, sorry!” jisung quickly apologised, and minho covered his face with both hands. they knew the first time would be awkward, but this was just painful. especially with the gross squelching sound the lube made as jisung practically slapped it onto himself, but his cute laughter lightened the air. calmed minho, who laughed too, and calmed him in return.

“now?” he grinned, and minho laughed again gently, “now.”

his smile fell as jisung slowly pushed inside of him, and his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. he’d only fingered himself before, and two fingers felt nothing like jisung’s entire size filling him up to the brim. it felt so warm and soft, his shaft so firm as it shoved against his tight walls that in response closed around him.

“does it feel okay?” jisung asked gently, and they shared a few silent breaths before minho nodded; “you can move.”

jisung nodded and slowly pulled away, freezing as he saw the expression on minho’s face twist into a tenser one, that which looked almost in pain.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he started to worry, almost regret this, but minho wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him back.

“just keep going,” he breathed, and jisung hesitantly obeyed, pulling out and pushing back in again. he couldn’t stand minho’s expression and closed his eyes, leaning forward to grab him by the hips.

it felt so good, like nothing else he’d ever felt. his body knew it was the one and only lee minho, and it was as if every positive switch in his body flipped. he was in utter euphoria, unable to shake the fuzzy feeling as he took in the texture and feel of every bit of minho’s hot, wet skin, the way it throbbed and pulsed around his aching cock, this feeling he’d been craving forever, ever since he met him... it felt as if his every need were being filled, his every desire, all that he craved for directly below him.

“-sung!”

jisung didn’t even realise minho had been calling his name, it had all felt too good for him to hear. he froze, eyes opening as he looked down at him worried.

“god, don’t stop! you were going so fucking slow,” he panted. “just— just fuck me already, god!”

“o-oh,” jisung turned redder as he went back to thrusting into him, this time with more speed. he easily found a rhythm they both liked and minho’s moans grew, especially as jisung rolled his hips rather than hitting straight on.

“do that again, do it again,” minho groaned, and jisung did, watching the pleasure come clear atop his beautiful, rose cheeks. he couldn’t help but reach up and cup his hot cheek, smiling at its temperature knowing the reason. especially as the boy’s eyes opened enough to look up at his boyfriend ever so lovingly that jisung wished he could capture forev—

he reached above minho’s head to the desk behind the bed and with a bit of a stretch he grabbed his phone.

“look at me, baby,” he cooed, and as minho repeated the expression, he snapped a photo. “so beautiful... you’re so fucking pretty.”

jisung tossed the phone back onto the desk and leant forward to kiss minho, and as he did the boy cried out and grabbed onto his waist.

“fuck, jisung!”

“oh, god, did i hurt you?” he panicked, movements idle once again.

“no, no, the spot, you hit the spot, fuck!” he cried, grabbing for jisung in every way he could think to do. his hands were grabbing him everywhere, his legs tangled with the other’s pulling him forward.

“again, again, i need more, fuck, please,” he rambled, rocking his body forward needily. jisung grinned with this power he now had, knowing where exactly minho’s prostate was and how to make him absolutely braindead just by hitting it.

he rolled his hips forward in the right direction and minho moaned so loudly, digging his nails into the boy’s back. it hurt; his nails weren’t filed all the way down, but the pain felt so fucking good to jisung. it made him want to go harder, as he did, fucking his lover painfully slowly, not much faster than before but with much more force as he took a slow build to ram against his prostate with every thrust.

god, was minho loving it. with every thrust he cried out again, and a beautiful string of curses, begs, straight up wordless gibberish, all followed by jisung’s name, all spilt out of his pink lips, his eyes teary as he tried to keep eye contact with him. he could barely keep his reddened eyes open, feeling them roll back every time their bodies moved together, and after a bit he gave up. his lashes fluttered closed as his brows shoved together high on his forehead, and his mind had gone entirely blank aside from the overwhelming pleasure that was running through his body as jisung once again began to play with his sensitive little buds, his mouth now connecting with the soft skin on his neck, sucking dark marks into his nape. as he found the right vein to push on, minho could have sworn he mistook the ceiling lights for stars, never having felt that much pleasure in— well, forever. he felt like his brain was going to explode as he felt every feeling possible, but nothing legible or understandable in his completely blackened mind. he was completely braindead as he knew no words aside from “please” and “jisung”, moaning the two over and over threaded between desperate noises, every sound going straight through jisung’s spine and to his dick as he picked up his speed further, going from slow teasing into hard fucking and minho barely seemed to notice, not even as jisung finished inside of him, and he was so overwhelmed by the sensations that had tears streaming down his red face the younger couldn’t stop until he’d finished, too, thrusting the thick, creamy substance back into him.

he suddenly tensed, pulling jisung closer as he squeezed his thighs together, practically screaming out as his hot cum painted jisung’s chest, dripping back down onto himself.

“don’t stop, don’t stop,” he cried, and though cautious at first, jisung obeyed, grabbing onto his hips and eventually finding himself fucking him so aggressively, almost using him like a sex toy. he was far too sensitive having just cum himself he couldn’t take this slowly; he, too, practically lost any thought at all as he fucked everything into minho, getting out all of his emotion in his thrusts. he lost all rhythm, pace, and posture as he sloppily, carelessly shoved himself inside of the bottom, solely determined to make them both finish a second time. which, minho did, almost on cue of jisung’s thought, but he showed no mercy in chasing his own. minho grabbed onto the bedpost, barely able to handle it, and in no time the very sight of him all fucked out, covered in his own fresh cum, jisung couldn’t take it any longer and froze as he came as deep inside minho as he could reach, buried all the way to his balls and holding in place as the cum began to ooze back out of him and onto the bedsheets.

the two froze in place for a moment, just their heavy breathing out of sync as they came down from their highs.

“clean up later,” minho eventually mumbled, exhaustedly reaching for his lover. “dont pull out. just lay with me.”

it took a bit of work for jisung to duck behind minho’s leg and spoon him without pulling out, especially with the two so sensitive, but he managed, arms wrapping around his hot, nude body as it slowly cooled in his arms.

minho felt jisung soften inside of him and smiled at the feeling of the two of them so close, close in a way they couldn’t copy with anybody else.

“i’m gonna marry you someday,” jisung impulsively spoke, but minho was already fast asleep and drooling on his arm. he laughed lovingly and with his foot he grabbed the blanket waiting at the base of the bed, pulled it up over them, and snuggled his chin into the boy’s neck, quickly falling asleep as well.

[catch22inareddress]

Stolen Choices Chapter Seven Fight Club

Previously: You just silently cried. Steve was getting dragged further down the rabbit hole and would now have to fight in the pit of HYRDA. Steve came in and saw your state and wiped your tears. "It's okay, baby." You stood up. "No, it's not." He put his hands on your arms and you swatted him away. "It's not!" He grabbed you to his chest and held tight. "It's fine, Y/N.Shhh." You cried into his shoulder and he picked you up bridal and carried you to your room and laid you down and pulled you up to his chest. "What if you get hurt tonight? What if Henry finds out about us?" He let out a dark laugh. "That's what you're worried about, baby?" You pulled away to look at him and were surprised at the playfulness of his baby blues. "Yes, aren't you?""Fuck no. Dollface, this was apart of the plan for him to think that we were together. The amazing thing that happened is I fell in love with you and it did happen. As for the fight, I'll have to throw a few punches but I'll win and then you can nurse my wounds later." He laughed. "I'm a super soldier though. It'll have to take more than a fight club to take me down, sweetheart." You leaned in and kissed him. "So fight club then?" He nodded and leaned over you. "But first I need some good luck for my best gal..you know to help with my strategy."You laughed at your insatiable soldier and let your worries subside for the moment. You had the rest of the night to be anxious and troubled over the events to come.

The next morning after you awoke in a tangle of limbs with a particular super soldier. It was pure bliss that was soon interrupted when both of you were given the fight information, and Charlie came over to discuss some information with Steve and you regarding what to expect. Bucky came over to give and gain some intel also and soon you had three large men taking over your home. It was like a big happy family, and you were so uncomfortable that you snuck away and had a glass of brandy to soothe your nerves.

Bucky came into the bar area and sat down startling you and the glass you were holding fall making him catch it mid-air. "Jumpy, doll?" You smiled at him, but it didn't reach your eyes. "Only when I have two super soldiers and my ex-bodyguard having a meeting in my husband's penthouse." He nodded appreciatively of your snarky yet honest comment. "So...what does a man have to do to get a stiff drink here." You pulled out the brandy and poured him a glass. "Simple. Flash a smile my way is fine." He gave you a charming smile, and you were quick to return.

A comfortable silence fell between you two while Steve and Charlie spoke in the other room about tonight, their deep voices booming in the distance. Bucky was the one to break the silence. "So, you and Stevie, huh?" You swallowed the now thick and strong amber fluid as it burned your throat trying not to cough it back out. "Oh...um. Well." You silently shrugged at him not sure how to answer and not knowing what to say. "Hey, it's ok. I just thought you may want to say it out loud. No judgment. Ya know? Sometimes it may help to make sense of it all." Your eyes finally met his, and you saw that there was no judgment and you felt some sense of ease come from it. You wanted, no needed, someone to talk to so it was going to be this brilliant long-haired soldier. Sure, why not?

"I love him, I--I do. I've never had that. I'm so afraid that I will mess this up or he will see me for what I am. He's Captain America, and he's absolutely lovely and I -- I..." Bucky put his hand on yours, and your breathing became steady. "Hey, I've known Steve for longer than I'd care to admit. He's been a punk for a better part of it but with you..well he's found his peace." He let out a breathy laugh, and you smirked. "He's got it bad for you, doll. I mean it. I've never seen him like this, and it's different from Peggy." Steve had told you all about her one night, and your heart hurt for him and to hear that from Bucky made you feel overwhelmed.

"I'm nothing compared to her though Bucky. She is-was elegant and a fighter." Bucky got up and walked around to you, and you looked up at him. "Are you kidding me? You are a fighter! You are a survivor too. Look at the odds you have beat and still laugh and bring joy to a broken man like Steve. You're an anomaly, and that's why he is taken with you. You are the last raw and uncut diamond that he never thought he would find." Something about what he said and everything that had happened over the past few days, hell since you met Steve came tumbling down on you. Every wall built up, and every emotion was stifled through the years finally was let loose. You felt ...free. You started crying, silently and hugged Bucky. He was taken aback momentarily and then returned the embrace wholeheartedly.

"Please don't tell me I broke you, Y/N. Steve will have my ass if so." You pulled back and wiped your eyes and laughed. "No, I just think I finally am getting to the person I need to be. Thank you, Bucky." It was his turn to hide behind his hair and blush.

When you returned to the two men, they were deep in conversation, and you sidled up close to Steve and put your hand on his thigh. Charlie's brow rose high and he stopped speaking momentarily at the exchange, apparently taken aback at your PDA. Steve, however, welcomed it and smiled while putting his more massive hand over yours and threading his fingers through yours. Bucky leaned against the door frame and smirked while internally patting his large ass muscular back for his words of wisdom. He had to tell Nat later and get some reward nookie for his good deed.

"So, Y/N. You get ringside of course. The wives and husbands of those who have fighters in the ring have a place there among the elites, but I will be honest it sounds much more classy than it is. Prepare yourself. It's savage. You'll be standing near the fighting area and its roped off, and you have a private bar. The winner will come over to the VIP area after the fight, which I hope is you. Tonight you fight a man named Jai, and his handle is Boomerang. He's a big guy, so you know he's going to get a few good hits in, Y/N. Steve has to make it look believable." Steve turned to you as your grip on his thigh tightened, and he kissed your temple.

Charlie cleared his throat and continued on. "Right, so. Take the hits. Go to the VIP area, maybe get some more intel with some loose-lipped HYRDA higher ups then get out." Steve nodded as Charlie got up and shook his hand. "Are you going to be there tonight?" You turned to ask him, and he nodded. "I'll walk you out."

"Thank you for this, Charlie." He nodded and when you pressed the elevator door button. "You sure about him, sweetheart?" You paused a moment and took in his grave expression, unsure if he meant his loyalty or if he meant your choice man. "I don't follow." He took both of your hands in his.

"My offer still stands, Y/N. Don't say anything now. Just think on it, yea. I'd leave and run away with you. Hell, the only reason I'm still in New York is that I couldn't leave you behind." The elevator door opened and just as quickly as he grabbed your hands, he let them go and stepped in the lift. "Just consider it." The doors closed and you were speechless. You had chosen, Steve. You shook your head, but it was too late you didn't know that after all this time he still carried those feelings.

When you turned around Steve was there with a tight jaw clenching his fists. "Steve...I" He put his hand up and walked away back to Bucky while you stood there. You knew there was no decision, but to Steve, it probably looked as though you said nothing because you were weighing your options.

Bucky stayed the remainder of the afternoon catching Steve up on happenings with HYDRA and the mission briefing. They were flying out as soon as he returned to take down the second base in the early hours of the morning. You knew Steve would have that weight on his shoulders, along with the fight and what he thought he saw between you and Charlie. The last of which you were able to resolve if he would hear you out, he was the only one that you wanted. No, you needed, and you were going to make this right before you two left.

When you emerged from your room, he was already in his tux, per Charlie's instruction he would change when he arrived. You were wearing a black corset and mesh sheer dress with black strappy heels. Your hair was down, and you wore minimal makeup with black eyeliner, and you were on a mission.

Steve looked up at you but remained stoic after this afternoon and maintained his bearings unsure of where he stood with you with what he witnessed this afternoon. "You ready?" Without one word you walked over to him sitting on the chair and straddled his lap and roughly took his face in your hands and kissed his plush and chapped lips.

He pulled away and searched your eyes, and you could see the confusion on his face that you would erase with your actions. You ran your hands up his muscular torso, and he groaned at this pressure of your fingertips and how your hips rubbed against his dick. It was hard as soon as he saw you walking down the hall to him and your legs were exposed, begging for his touch. He ran his hands up your thighs and gripped them as he nipped and kissed your bare shoulder and collarbone. Your hands snaked between you two and unbuckled his belt buckle, and his breathing quickened knowing what was to come.

Your lips trailed to his neck and made quick work of his shirt, you needed it off and off 5 minutes ago. If you could make a house law that he needed to never have a shirt on you would make it. He plunged a finger into your folds, and you let out a pornographic cry. "Oh, doll. You sound so good to me. You're so wet, did I do this to you? Please tell me?" Your head dropped to his, and you grabbed his face loving that he let you be a bit rough with him, while you were unsure where it came from it was exciting. "I only want you." You started rocking your hips against him as his fingers were working you over and you saw his smirk. "Look at my girl. Fucking my hand." You scratched your nails down his back as you whimpered out his name and he bit your shoulder from the sweet pain you inflicted.

"How do you want me, baby girl?" You smiled and kissed him letting him delve deeply into your mouth and feeling his beard tickle and burn your face. You want to feel him everywhere at once and to never lose that feeling. "Up against the wall, please Cap." He growled as he ripped off your panties entirely and picked you up, kicking off his pants and remainder of his clothes as he walked to the wall. When he pressed you against the wall, you gasped at the pressure and coldness in contrast to his hot skin. You could see the reflection of his muscular ass and broad, thick shoulders in the window to the city and you couldn't look away as he slipped inside of you. Your moans and his grunts only spurred you on as you grabbed onto his hair, gripping tightly. 

He looked over his shoulder and smirked then looked at you. "Ya gonna watch me fuck you, doll? Ya gonna scream my name?" You nodded feverishly as he thrust up inside you reaching places you didn't know were possible, and you wailed wantonly. "Fuck me, Steven. Your cock is so big. You fill me up so perfectly." He kept pumping in and out, and your hands found purchase tugging onto his long hair. You suddenly felt the need to mark him up so every woman there would know tonight that he was yours. It turned you on too, having everyone know he was yours and that you could make him come undone. That he only wanted you in a roomful of desirable women his eyes searched for yours. You kissed his neck, and then he found the perfect spot when he pulled your leg up over his hip you bit and sucked on his collarbone, and he moaned out loudly.

"Fuck, doll. Yes!" Your nails ran down his back harshly, and his thrusts became sloppier, both of you were so close. He was coming undone with you marking up his body and being so needy for him, and you were just the same. "Cum for me, doll. Cum around my dick. Please." With those simple words, your walls tightly fluttered around him, and you felt his hot release in your cunt. "Shit, woman. I -I love you." He kissed your lips gently but thoroughly as he set you down lightly on the couch and went to the bathroom breathlessly. He cleaned you up while he stood naked in his glory.

"So you choose me?"

You stood up. "I will always choose you, Steve. I was just stunned speechless. That's all. I love you." He kissed your hand, and you smacked his brilliant ass as he walked away to get dressed.

As you entered the mansion Steve offered you his arm, and you saw Charlie and Val, and he had her arm around his as well, he only offered a nod in your direction. You could feel Steve tense underneath you and you pinched him. "Really?? Did we not just--?" You teased him, and he laughed. "I can't help it, I just get..." He put his hand on the small of your back as you were led to an underground area and he followed and whispered in your ear.

"I get territorial and protective over you. I'm trying to control it." You stopped and turned around with a gleam of lust in your eye. "I like it, I like it with you. Knowing that I'm yours so don't apologize." You quickly turned and made your way down the stone spiral staircase into a dungeon of sorts. It was lit with crystal chandeliers and was luxurious. It was some sort of remodeled wine cellar that was made into a fighting ring and was nothing short of magnificent in a macabre way.

Steve led you to the VIP area where Val and Charlie were chatting with another couple. She immediately took you in and smiled while Charlie shook Steve's hand. "So your handsome bodyguard is fighting tonight. And with the undefeated Jai. Is he ready?" She smiled while giving him a once over. "Word has it that if he doesn't deliver he's on the street." Of course, Henry would be running his mouth, you rolled your eyes and took a drink of your martini. "He will win, I'm sure of it." She smiled knowingly. "So you've seen what's under the suit? Do tell?" You shook your head while Steve came over and whispered in your ear. "It's time, love. See you soon." He so desperately wanted to kiss you but he couldn't so he gave you a knowing look, and you blushed as he walked away. "Val, I don't know what you mean. Even if I did, a lady never tells." She giggled heartily and revealed how she knew. "I can see how you glow now, darling. A look of love. Good for you, even if you don't tell me. I'm happy. Now we just need our favorite fighter to win. I'll put $600k on him since you have such confidence." You walked over to the railing determined for the best spot in the place. Charlie took a place betwixt you and Val to watch over both and keep you two safe.

Steve came out in tight spandex style fighting shorts, and he was a sight to see. As the announcer said his name and the house he belonged to, yours and Henry's, you raised your glass with a slight head nod to the esteemed HYDRA players. The light cast down on Steve showing little love bites and scratch marks, and you blushed from your recent rendezvous, Val certainly gave you a devious and expressive look that only added to your color. Jai then came out with red shorts and looked near feral and dangerous, and you took in his scarred presence. To say he was scary was an understatement and although you knew most men would cower to Steve you only knew him as kind and protective. Jai didn't seem intimidated in the least. You were shaking, and your nerves were standing on end. Steve would surely win but at what cost?

The bell rang and the two danced around the mat. All rules were off, but no weapons were allowed, only hand to hand combat. Jai took a running jump and punched mid-air at Steve who rolled away and dodged it, quick to his feet. They were closer now, and Steve did a quick right-left and barely missed Jai's face while he was able to connect with Steve's ribs. He coiled back and was stunned a moment. He shook his hair out of his face, and Jai got in a punch to Steve's lips, and you saw the blood spill out, and you flinched, gripping on the railing tightly. Charlie took your waist in his large hand in hopes to comfort you, but it was to no avail. You knew that Steve would have to get in a few hits, but still, it pained you to see it. He was bloody and bruised. 

At last Steve connected his fist with Jai's face and swept his feet out from under him and landed atop him on the ground. His left hand was caught by Jai, but with his right hand, he let go an unrelenting attack on his torso at close range. Finally, Jai kicked Steve off and scrambled to his feet, heavy for fresh air. That was when the first bell rang.  

Steve walked over and grabbed some water, and you could see his busted lip and rosy cheeks when he looked up and winked at you. Charlie's hand tightened ever so slightly, and you ignored it, that was a discussion for another day.

When the bell rang for round, two Jai came in with a vengeance. He swept across the floor with a growl that echoed off the walls and jumped up, kneeing Steve in the chin. Steve's head flew back against the side column, and he stumbled. Jai quickly took out two punches to the face and ribs, but Steve had enough games. He was tired of looking like he was getting beat especially in front of his girl. Fuck everyone else. Yea this guy was good, hell in a different life he would probably ask him to fight on the team. Not this life though. He over up at you and saw the worry and fear on your face. He swore he even saw some blood spatter on your shoulder and he inwardly recoiled.

He was far enough away that he ran and took his broad shoulder to Jai's torso and body slammed him to the hard concrete ground and Jai yelled in pain. Steve was sure something had broken and got up and but Jai was quick to follow, albeit in pain. He put up his fist in defense but not before waving Steve forward with a bloody smirk.

Steve came in with a swift punch, and Jai's head flared back, and he punched him in the ribs twice. Jai quickly took Steves feet out from under him, but he flipped kicked out, so he was right back up. Jai knew it was closing time and was frustrated so he reached to the closest table and grabbed a knife and swung at Steve and got his bare torso, barely and the crowd gasped but the bell didn't ring, and you looked to Charlie and he shrugged. "All for a good show, sweets. He'll be ok."

Steve faked left then went right and gave him a right hook and kicked out his knee cap and he fell like a sack of bricks to the floor, and the knife skidded away from him.  Steve walked away just as the bell rang, conveniently. Naturally, the new winner was Steve as they carried a very pissed off and broken loser Jai to his unfortunate fate, whatever that may be.

Your eyes didn't want to leave Steve, but he was escorted out to get cleaned up and changed. You downed the rest of your martini as you turned around. Val snorted, "Oh darling. You've got blood on you. Charlie, be a dear and go get her cleaned up." Charlie nodded and took you to a secluded side and grabbed a damp cloth and delicately took your hand.  "You, ok?" You silently nodded. "We knew he was going to win. It's ok." You remained silent as you felt the adrenaline fade and were feeling off. He put his hand under your chin. "You...you aren't going to choose me are you, sweets?" Your brows stitched together and you slowly shook your head.  "I'm sorry, Charlie. I love you. Just not like that. I'm so--." He cut you off with a shrug. "He I can't compete with him, but I thought I'd throw my cards on the table. Otherwise, I'd always kick myself. It's ok. As long as I know you're safe, that's all I need for now. Besides, it's time for me to get out of this shit show anyways." You agreed, and he walked you over to the sofa and you made some small talk with random socialites while you awaited your fighter's appearance.

It was about two hours later when he returned, and you had a few drinks in you, and needless to say were buzzed and upset with his absence. He was shaking hands as he made his way next to you and Charlie excused himself to see to Val.

"Dance with me, doll." You shook your head, and he sighed and sat down and sighed. "I had some schmoozing to do with the 'council members' members, but it's looking good. Word is Henry isn't doing too well and that my fighting tonight has fared well for him. You looked at the handsome soldier next to you. His face was bruised, and lip busted but damn he was gorgeous. "What else did they say?" He leaned in and licked his lips looking at your face, darting between every feature he could view.

"That they haven't been pleased with his loose lips, they think he's the mole that has leaked intel. We can talk more about it later. That means your safe though." Your foreheads were almost touching. You were safe, and somehow Henry was taking the hit for all of the intel you gave the Avengers.

It felt like everything was falling into place....or was it. Steve was signed up for another fight in two days and tomorrow you had your meeting with Henry. As you looked around, you saw every eye on you, and you felt like you and Steve you lambs in the lion's den. The stage was set.

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I WAS SUPER SICK AND THEN BEING A BABY ABOUT IT. I HOPE THAT EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS CHAPTER AS THE SHIT STARTS GETTING REAL AND DRAMA IS BREAKING DOWN. THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL CONTINUE TO BRING IT ON AS THIS SERIES COMES TO A CLOSE. 

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