In the middle

Warnings: smut, pwp, loss of virginity, crying during sex, dubcon (it's a royal au and Steve's kind of drunk on his desires), possessiveness, breeding kink, innocent! reader, slightly manipulative King!Steve, also jealous! Steve, but he's also whipped! Steve

When the door finally closed behind us, I smiled triumphantly at the woman who stood with her back turned to me - my new princess, my wife. For so long I thought this day wouldn't come, that my desires would never come to fruition. For so long I had to watch from the sidelines while she welcomed my brother's attentions and affections. Still, now I had her.

She was finally mine, and I would never have to let her go.

I walked with careful steps towards the woman of my dreams, whose focus was strictly on the view in front of her. Not for the first time, I wished I could hear her thoughts, to know how she was feeling in that precise moment. Did she resent me for being the groom her parents forced her to pick? I knew she wasn't aware that I was the one who thought up this entire scheme, making sure that she would be mine once and for all, so she couldn't be angry directly at me.

Perhaps she was mulling over Bucky and the defeated look on his face when we said our 'I do's'. Could it be that she missed him, wished it was him by her side tonight, when we were to lay together for the first time?

I wrapped my hands around her from behind, fitting my head on her shoulder so I could bask in her warmth and her delicious natural perfume, hoping to expel any thoughts about her regretting this and consequently me by the reminder that despite it all, I was the one who had her for the rest of our lives.

Still, I loved her too much not to be at least a bit saddened by the perspective of having caused her any suffering, so that's why I decided to interrupt our silence with an apology. When she turned around in my arms to question me further, I clarified without any prompts.

"I know you'd prefer if my brother was here in my place." To my surprise, she immediately shook her head, her eyes never straying from mine.

"Don't say that." She was hugging herself, even though I still kept her against me. I hoped she would find it in her to touch me soon, in any way she knew how. I longed to feel her caresses against my skin. "We're just friends."

That made me smirk.

"Perhaps it's true, but you know he wishes for more. He wants to be the one who's here with you tonight." She didn't have anything to say to that, and it was then that her eyes strayed from mine, her gaze lowering to the floor. I didn't like that.

I lifted her chin with one finger, silently begging her to look at me again. Without any sort of struggle, she did, her bright eyes connecting with mine and making me shiver under the moonlight that scarcely illuminated the room, aided by the candles scattered all around.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" I whispered, scared to break the spell we seemed to be under, this bubble we had created just between us both. She blushed under my gaze or the weight of my words, I didn't know, but right then and there, the last of my control snapped. I needed her now, I needed to know what other reactions I could elicit from her. So I leaned down to connect our lips again, the electric feeling over my body making me relive the first time our lips had touched, just a few hours before, in front of my kingdom. In front of my brother.

Only now, I could pry her mouth open and force my tongue inside of her, cherish the taste I had only barely experienced due to society's constraints. This time, the expectation was inverted, and I knew she was aware of that: there was no one to watch, and we needed to take this as far as possible, be as dirty as we had been taught we could only be on our wedding night.